Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Princess WHO of WHERE?!? ❯ Dinner is Served ( Chapter 7 )

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The young Lord Vegeta growled in fury. Already his five opponents were worn out. They were in various positions of pain and exhaustion in the meadow they had chosen for today's training. The meadow, too, had seen better days for most of it was scorched or just plain flattened.

"How am I supposed to increase my strength if I can beat you fools without even breaking a sweat? You're supposed to be the strongest of my Father's men!"

All he got in response were the pain-filled gasps for air from the men around him.

"Weaklings," Vegeta sneered before taking the form of a hawk and flying away. Lately, he had been having more and more trouble finding a worthy sparring partner. He knew he was the strongest warrior for miles around, stronger even than his Father was, though he never let him know that.

He was almost home, his keen eyesight in this form allowing him to see it from his home from his current position. It was a magnificent fortress that his Father had erected upon their arrival here why Vegeta had still been a small cub. The fortress stood on a piece of land that was sat a little higher than the surrounding territory and trees had been cut down for furlongs in all directions, so anyone approaching could be seen before they were anywhere even close to striking distance. The outer walls were rectangular in shape with four towers anchoring each corner pointing in one of the cardinal directions. His tower was the one to the north and he was the sole occupant as he was fanatic about his privacy. Outside the walls was a moat filled with water that no one wanted to fall into much less drink. There were another set of walls before one actually reached the fortress and separated the inner bailey from the outer. Between the outer and inner wall was where all trades took place and was something of a market place. Between the inner walls and the fortress were the stables and a barrack that housed all of soldiers and guards. There was also a considerable size garden that the cook got some of his special vegetables and seasonings.

He thought of the new girls his Father had added to his harem today. Usually, these females held no interest for him. They were almost always weak-looking with simpering expressions on their faces. Faces that knew the advantages of being taken to the future lord's bed. As a result, he stayed away from them all, going to one of the surrounding villages to ease his loins. Today was different though. He knew when he woke before the rising that something about today would be different from any other day.

That change appeared as a streak of blue in the inner courtyard causing chaos in its passing. Vegeta sprang to action before a yell was even sent up. He slid between man and beast like a snake, bringing down the blue lightning just as it was reaching the drawn up portcullis gate. He was, needless to say, surprised at the beautiful, blue-haired girl he had roughly taken down. However, he knew from the amount of writhing and squirming she was doing, that had he been any less rough on her, she would have bucked him off and gotten away. Even after releasing her to the guard and taunting her, he received an unexpected reaction. He was sure that had she been in the proper form, she would've spat fire at him.

A more intriguing female he had never met.

He could tell through the mud that covered her face that she was exceptionally beautiful and he had felt her hard-muscled body under his when he had her pinned to the ground. This girl wasn't one of his Father's usual pampered specimens or unusually beautiful street trash. This girl had lived hard and had obviously done so for quite some time if the developed muscles he felt were any indication. His loins began to tighten uncomfortably the more he thought about her, well they would if he was in his human form. The pressure that was building up in his mind though was all too real. He briefly toyed with the idea of returning to the fortress and taking her until neither of them could move. His train of thought abruptly cut off.

`What the hell am I thinking?', Vegeta thought to himself.

He shook himself out of it, which was surely a strange sight had anyone seen a hawk shaking its head in mid flight. He swore to himself at a very young age that he wouldn't allow himself to become attached to ANY female. His own mother had died shortly after his third summer, which sent his father into an endless mourning period. Her death had hurt him deeply and while he still took his pleasure of many women, he swore he would never take another mate.

The younger Vegeta sought to skip this entire process by never taking a mate. She would do nothing but make him weak and having any sort of weakness was unacceptable for Vegeta, but telling himself that didn't help when the waves of lust were overcoming him.

He adjusted his course and was soon flying over the fields of one of his father's oldest vassals who had not only one daughter, but four. Fortunately, his mate had managed to give him one son before she was past her childbearing years. Vegeta wasn't concerned about the son, what he was more interested in was their third daughter.

He glided over the farm until he spotted her crossing the pastures heading toward the barn alone, much to Vegeta's good luck. He landed right at the doorway and changed back into his human form. It was a little dark in the barn as the only light coming in was from the main door that was only cracked open. He snuck up behind her, grabbing her with one arm around her waist and his other hand over her mouth to keep her from accidentally sending up an alarm.

"Hmm….sneaking off to meet you lover for a roll in the hay," he purred into her ear. He moved his hand after feeling her relax in recognition.

"Master Vegeta! I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon," she turn in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body closer to his, knowing what he was here for.

He pulled her into a stall full of fresh hay and pushed her down into it. She spread her arms in open invitation her eyes full of lust. The only thing Vegeta saw as he came down over her was a certain blue-haired Kylarian.

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Bulma declined Eighteen's invitation to show her around the rest of the area the harem girls were allowed in when Chi Chi decided that she wanted to rest for a bit. She used the excuse that she was going to take a nap also, but after all the sleeping she had been doing lately, she wasn't quite so ready to go again. She lay on the bed trying to sort her thoughts. Everything was in such a confused jumble and being that she had no one to answer her questions now, she became a little frustrated. It was then that she noticed three volumes stacked up beside her bed. She picked up one deciding that maybe a little light reading would clear her mind. The title on the spine brightened her up considerably.

`KYLARIA: A HISTORY'

Maybe a little forced inactivity wouldn't be so bad after all.

Bulma spent hours on the book and wasn't even halfway through it. The book was filled with mouth-filling, flowery words. It took nearly ten pages for the author stated a single thing; surely the fellow that wrote it was paid by the word. So far she had learned that the Kylarians had evolved from those selkie creatures. The author theorized on the purpose of the evolution, but couldn't really state anything meaningful because quite simply, he didn't know. He also stated that the selkies hadn't been seen in so long, they had nearly fallen into myth. The Kylarians had been a part of this world for so long that it didn't even specify a vague date for their beginnings. It was also emphasized that though the Kylarian Empire was by far the largest of their world, they were unknown to the world at large. Well, that accounted for why no one knew of her people when she asked.

Next the book got into different types of Kylarians. While Kylarians ranged through every sort of creature in nature, and some that were not, not all possessed the ability to change into any form. Most were born to a certain creature and could shift from full human to full beast and anything in between. However, there were the rare few, that while born to a single beast form, could change into any beast. It was they who ascended above the rest to become Kylaria's royalty. Occasionally, though, a few commoners were also born that could shift to any form.

The rest of he pages she had read went on about how the Kylarians became more civilized, settled, and built cities. The author went on endlessly about that and that was when Bulma finally closed the book, becoming bored with all the deciphering she was having to do to get a single shred of information, not to mention the fact that her stomach was growling. She was beginning to wonder how a girl got some food around here when she got a knock at the outside of her doorway.

"Bulma? You awake?" She heard Chi Chi call from outside.

"Yeah, I'm up. Come in," she answered as Chi Chi, followed by Eighteen, pushed aside the curtain that separated the room from the outside hall.

"I thought maybe you two would want to eat with everyone else, so I came to get the two of you knowing that you wouldn't know where the dining room is."

Bulma's stomach decided to reassert itself at that moment. All three girls laughed at the loud protest. "I guess it was calling for you the whole time. C'mon let's get going before it gets any louder."

Eighteen waved them on, "Follow me and don't forget how to get there cause I might not always be around to show you."

"We won't," they chimed in together.

They followed Eighteen down from their rooms, through the atrium, and again down the twisting and turning halls. If it weren't for Bulma's memory and great sense of direction, she would have been lost after the first three turns.

"Eighteen, is it me or is this place built like a maze?" Bulma asked.

Eighteen grinned at the quick observation. "That's exactly what it is. It's part of Kylarian architecture from which our ancestors would dig their dens in ways that other predators would be unable to get to their young. So even now, for defense, homes and fortresses are still designed the same way."

"More trouble than it's worth I think," Chi Chi said as they made a few more unnecessary seeming turns.

"Say that again if we're ever attacked and the enemy manages to get within the fortress," Eighteen countered.

"Makes sense to me," Bulma offered. "My people, or rather my adopted people, lived in the tree tops to make it easier to be overlooked."

"In the trees?!?" Chi Chi asked. "What kind of sense does that make? Anyone can chop a tree down!"

"Not these trees," Bulma said smugly.

"Sounds interesting, Bulma. I'd like to hear more about that, but we're here."

Two more guards pushed at one of another pair of huge doors allowing them en. The room wasn't even close to be the biggest they had been in so far, though it was still of a decent size. It had to be if it was going to hold the table that looked long enough to seat at least 50. One wall held a fireplace that looked large enough to roast an entire cow, while tapestries that depicted various pastoral scenes covered the other wall. The chandelier above blazed with enough candles to bring the darkest room to the brightness of daylight.

At their entrance, over 20 pairs of female eyes turned to look at them from the end of the table farthest away. Eighteen rolled her eyes at the table opposite from the other women. They took seats next to each other, ignoring further dirty looks and whispers.

"What's with them?" Bulma asked, casting a glance down to the other end of the table.

"Nothing you would be interested in. They sit as close as possible to Lord Vegeta, and sometimes his son, hoping to catch their eye. I've seen some of the most humiliating behavior down there."

"What could be so bad about catching Lord Vegeta's eye?" asked Chi Chi. "What better way to buy your freedom than by paying for it with the gifts you earned?"

Bulma snorted. "Please. I'd rather spend the rest of my life scrubbing soiled linen like those big women that bathed us."

"But just think of how dried out and wrinkly your skin would become," Chi Chi whined.

Bulma looked at her new friend funny. "Chi Chi you cannot be seri-," Bulma quieted at the sudden silence in the room. Everyone in the room rose from their seats as Lord Vegeta entered the room. Eighteen and Chi Chi had already stood, but Bulma continued sitting with no intention of getting up. Eighteen, however, had a different idea as she grabbed Bulma's arm and pulled her up out of her seat. Bulma was about to say something before Eighteen cut her off.

"This isn't the time or place," she whispered, "just go along with it for now."

Bulma simply watched as Lord Vegeta went to the seat at the head of the table and nodded his head to everyone which was obviously the signal to sit down cause that's what they did, with Eighteen pulling Bulma down into her seat. Immediately, the room swarmed with servants who laid more food on the table than Bulma had ever seen at one time. There was no way they could eat all of this food and she almost wished that Goku could be here to enjoy it. Bulma observed the others as they began to serve themselves. Most of them were obviously starving themselves if one were to consider the meager amounts of food upon their plates, while others seemed to have a weakness that they couldn't control for food of all kinds. She watched them eat for a long time before her stomach again decided that it couldn't wait any longer. She filled her plate generously and was finished before most of them were even halfway through their meal. She learned to eat quickly lest she be interrupted and be forced to abandon it.

The loud sound of the doors they had entered earlier being thrown open startled everyone at the table. Every gaze again turned to those doors as the younger Vegeta entered the dining room. He walked to the head of the table and bowed to his father.

"Father."

"Decided to join us for dinner this evening? Highly unusual, but you are welcomed none the less, my son. Please sit."

Seeing as none of the seats near his father was available he roared at the females sitting nearest to him and they quickly and gracelessly vacated the three seats closest to his father's right hand side. He took the middle seat and promptly began to shovel the food before him into his mouth.

Needless to say, Bulma was disgusted, but she couldn't say she was more disgusted because of his table manners or his rudeness to the women who had been forced out of their seats, though after brief thought, she couldn't care less how rude he was to the other females here. She looked away being no longer interested, but not before noting to herself his disheveled appearance and briefly wondered how he'd gotten that way. He had been immaculate when she had seen him this morning.

"Son, what is that in your hair?"

Everyone peeked out of the corner of their eye not wanting be seen as being nosy in what was a family exchange. Young Vegeta shot a quizzical look at his father before raising his hand to his hair. He combed his fingers through it at drew a single straw of hay out of it. He nonchalantly tossed it to the floor.

"I was in the stables earlier this afternoon and one of the fools bringing in the hay got some of it on me." And that was that, since he went back to feeding his face.

Lord Vegeta looked at his son knowingly and maybe even a little pleased. "Is that so?"

"It is," Vegeta said without even lifting his head up from his meal.

Neither of them spoke more of it. The buzz at the rest of the table continued to increase as the ladies continued their own previously interrupted conversations. Bulma turned to Eighteen who was almost finished with her own meal, Chi Chi, obviously a slow eater, still had quite a bit to go.

"Hey Eighteen, what's with him?" she asked.

She finished chewing her current mouthful. "Who Lord Vegeta or Master Vegeta?" she answered confusingly.

"Vegeta the younger."

"Master Vegeta then. We call him that to keep from being confused when referring to one or the other. Nothing really, he's just an asshole. He spends most of his time training to get stronger and while we may see him frequently, because you have to pass through the harem to get Lord Vegeta's rooms, he never bothers us. He actually believes we're beneath him."

"Good, though I don't know whether to be relieved or insulted," Bulma said.

"Believe it or not, I don't either," the blond replied.

"He does have a nice body, though," Chi Chi added in while the other two nodded in agreement.

"Well if he spends as much time training as Eighteen says he does, then his body should be rock solid." This time Bulma's gaze was a little more intense as she watched the future Lord Vegeta.

Chi Chi giggled at Bulma staring at Vegeta. "You should know, Bulma. You did get to spend a few minutes beneath him!"

"Chi Chi!" Bulma shouted at her, blushing.

"Oh, really?" Eighteen said with an eyebrow raised.

"It was nothing. When I tried to escape when we arrived, he knocked me to the ground."

"Yeah and he held her down until a guard got there!" Chi Chi added in.

"You're making this out to be more than what it is, Chi Chi," Bulma scolded.

"Whatever. You're just trying to make less out of it than what it is. I bet if your face hadn't been covered with mud, you would have been blushing!"

Eighteen watched them argue. Though they had known each other only briefly, yet they argued like the oldest of friends. While they bickered back and forth none of them noticed Vegeta excuse himself and get up from the table. He walked down the side of the table they were sitting on. The were paying so little attention that none of them saw when Vegeta's foot shot out and pulled Bulma's chair from under her. Actually, no one at the table saw it. Bulma fell to the floor in a heap, completely unprepared for the fall.

"OWWW!!!! What the -?" Bulma looked up from her position on the floor while rubbing her sore bottom. "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!?!?"

"I don't have a problem. You need to watch where you place your chair. It was in my way." The entire room was now watching the exchange in complete silence.

"No it wasn't!" Bulma yelled as realization dawned on her, "You pulled my chair from under me on purpose, you jerk!" She jumped up off the floor, the pain in her behind completely forgotten now.

"I did no such thing and you should address me with respect. I could have you punished for such insolence."

Bulma growled at him, baring her teeth in aggression and balled both of her hands into fists. "Punish this!" She whirled with all strength, rage, and pent up frustration.

He never saw it coming.

Her fist landed perfectly on the left side of his mouth. There was even a little bit of blood, though she was sure it was from his lip or cheek being cut by one of his teeth. He reeled back about two or three steps while the guards standing watch rushed Bulma, each taking an arm, hauling her away, while she struggled and fought the whole way, shrieking in outrage.

Vegeta couldn't believe he actually goaded her into striking him. What kind of female would actually lay a hand on him in aggression in an attempt to hurt him?

`Now that's a real woman.' He thought.