Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pseudo Ferocity ❯ A Royal Love Affair ( Chapter 15 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the character appearing in the manga or television show. Nor am I making any profit off of this story.

 

Author's Notes: Alrighty! First, I just wanted to thank everyone for being so kind and patient about the writer's block and the time it took to get this chapter out! I really appreciate it!!

 

And the second thing on today's agenda! Through the ole' fanfiction grapevine it's come to my attention that some readers are getting rather impatient for the lemon. I assure you, it will come, but as unreal as it may be to have Vegeta working as a model, I'd like to keep Bulma and Vegeta's relationship somewhat believable, and given the circumstances I've created for the couple, there's no way they're just going to hop into bed right away. So the lemon will come when it's time. I hope you guys'll stick around until we get there!

 

*Special thanks to Bulma Peacecraft, Kat8125, and Silver Sun for beta-ing*

 

15: A Royal Love Affair

 

 

Vegeta winced, cringing as the piercing wail of sirens assaulted his ears. Looking out the window, he watched as an ambulance whizzed by in a flash of red and white. His curiosity piqued, he stepped out of his trailer and sauntered over to the expansive ballroom set, where a crowd of people had gathered to watch as Delaney Ritton, the supporting female character, was loaded into the ambulance, moaning with the pain of a broken leg.

 

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!!!!" Max Trenton, the director, screamed, once the paramedics had sped away to the hospital, with the beautiful young actress in tow. "Damn it, Ray," he growled to his casting director, "you'd better find me a new Queen Aria, and you'd better do it fast."

 

"Calm down, Max," Ray soothed, trying to comfort the distraught director, "we've only been filming for a week now, and most of the scenes we've started have been with Kali. There are only a few things we'll have to redo, now that Delaney's out of the picture. Tons of girls auditioned for this role, and we'll just call one of our backups, okay? In the meantime, you can get to work with Vegeta, and when Kali gets back from Pepper City, we can continue to work on some of their scenes together."

 

"Augh, but Ray, you saw how perfect Delaney was for this role!" Max sighed, throwing his lanky body into a chair. "I saw the other girls; none of them were so perfect. I mean, this girl, Queen Aria, she has to be so amazing it would cause the dashing Dominic Satayn to fall in love with her! I can't have any old girl here, I need a practical goddess!"

 

"Max, with the crew we've got, we could make the Hunchback of Notre Dame into Prince Charming. I'm sure we can do wonders with any ordinary looking girl. Besides, Delaney may be pretty, but her acting skills weren't quite up to par. You know I'd never have hired her if you'd given me the choice."

 

"Acting, shmakting." Max grumbled, "You know as well as I do that Aria has about three lines in the whole movie. It's her presence that matters!"

 

"Look Max, I'll find you your goddess. Count on it. For now, you just concentrate on getting on with the filming. Everything will be fine." Ray gave his boss and long time friend a hearty slap on the back, before noticing Vegeta, who was coming their way.

 

"So she's out?" The Saiyan asked, with a pleased little smirk on his face. "Good, I didn't like her." Truth be told, he didn't really like many of the people on the set of the movie, actually, he didn't like many people at all. It was a wonder he had even met three people, aside from Bulma, of course, that he could tolerate.

 

"Yeah, Delaney's gone. That leg'll take a good couple of months to heal; paramedic said the bone was broken in several places. Plus, I don't think she's the type to take to kindly to a workplace that almost killed her." Ray laughed, and Max cringed, shaking his head.

 

"If I ever find out who's responsible for that loose bolt, I will have his head on a platter." The director growled. "One bolt, one stupid little loose bolt put my Queen Aria out of commission."

 

"And I told you it would be fine, so stop worrying about it!"

 

"I can't! Pseudo Ferocity is my baby! This movie is my dream, Ray!"

 

"Max, your dream was to sleep with three women at once, and you did that last week." Ray laughed, and Vegeta turned his head away as a slight blush crept up to his cheeks. Oi, humans were positively obsessed with sex! Not that he wasn't, of course, but that was a purely scientific wonderment, he told himself. Aside from the bit with Bulma…

 

He cringed, thinking of Bulma. He hadn't seen her since the incident in his apartment; he wanted to, of course, but he didn't know how to go about doing that. He couldn't possibly let her know he actually wanted to see her! She'd lord it over him and think he'd gone soft for her, which, of course, wasn't true. It had been quite the opposite actually; he'd woken up quite hard for her every morning for the past week!

 

Naturally, she'd called, for it was in her nature to seek out assurances from him as to where she stood. The conversation had been awkward, however, as Vegeta was quite confused about his own desires concerning the little female. During the day, he was kept busy with filming, but at night he'd had plenty of time to muck through his own thoughts, and the truth was he was just sinking deeper into the quicksand of his own mind. What had once been a seemingly uncomplicated bodily lust for a pretty woman had somehow transformed into something sweet and warm; something that completely baffled the Saiyan warrior.

 

The furthest experience he'd had with sweet, warm things were the pastries Mrs. Briefs had been so fond of, and somehow, he didn't think that would help him in this situation.

 

"Hey Vegeta, you okay?" Ray asked, sensing a change in the darker man's demeanor. "You look a little bothered by something."

 

"I'm fine." Vegeta snapped, turning on his heel and stalking away. Ray was not a bad guy, but he was not someone the Saiyan would share confidences with. Their relationship was purely business, there was nothing friendly about it. He was annoyed with himself for spacing out as he had, especially since it had been in front of Ray and Max. Deep thought was a personal thing, not meant to be shared with people, and it embarrassed him that he had forgotten control over himself for that split second. It was something that happened very rarely, and when it did, it was immensely disturbing to the Saiyan, who had long prided himself on his expert control of things.

 

"Kinda moody, ain't he?" Max snorted, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair.

 

"Quicksilver temper," Ray agreed, "but damn, does it ever fit for Dominic."

 

"Oho, definitely. It really is too bad that Delaney broke her leg, you know, the two of them looked fantastic together."

 

"But the chemistry was absolutely nonexistent, Max. He was completely indifferent to her unless the camera was rolling. For Dominic and Aria to work like we need them to, we need to find someone who clicks with Vegeta, and let our makeup and costume crews turn her into the beauty she needs to be.

 

"Good luck trying to find someone like that! Ray! The man is indifferent to everybody. For God's sake, the only person on set he actually likes is the cook!"

 

"Ahh, what's the trouble here boys?" A soft, feminine voice intervened, and the two men turned to see the head costume designer, Marille Goldstern, with a lean, wide-eyed man in tow. "Ray, you met Bruce Hoffman, Max, this is the designer I told you about. He's agreed to help me with some of the costuming concepts for Vegeta."

 

"Oh yes, we met at your show, Bruce. Max, this is the designer Vegeta was working for when I spotted him."

 

"Pleased to meet you," Max smiled slowly, "so tell me, do you know Vegeta well? Perhaps you could help Ray and me with a little dilemma we're facing."

 

"Why I'd be glad to!" Bruce shot the director a winning smile and pulled up a chair.

 

"You see, one of my actresses has broken her leg, and even if she wanted to come back, I'm afraid we just can't delay shooting long enough to let her heal. So we are faced with the task of replacing her. Now, the thing is that her character and Vegeta's, they have to share a great passionate affair on camera, and in order to make it more believable, we want an actress who shares a certain chemistry with him, off screen. That way, things will seem much more natural when the camera is rolling." Max paused.

 

"That makes sense." Bruce nodded.

 

"Yes, and since you seem to know him so well, I thought perhaps you could give us a clue as to what kind of girl would be able to click with Vegeta."

 

"Oh ho, you're in for it." Bruce laughed, "I do believe there is only one woman on the face of the planet capable of that, and she's a terrible actress."

 

"Aria has about three lines in the movie Bruce, her acting skills could be nonexistent for all I care! All she has to do is be there and be believable with him! Just give me her name and Ray and I will work it out." Max barked growing uneasy at the silly, mischievous smirk painted on Bruce's face.

 

"Bulma Briefs."

 

"You mean…"

 

"Yep! Personally, I think you should surprise him, that way he can't make himself scarce for her arrival."

 

"It's hopeless Ray," Max sighed, "how the hell would we get her away from the company and onto the movie set? My picture is going to go up in flames!"

 

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm a close friend of hers. Besides, she'll be dying to see him. All we need is a good excuse so she doesn't feel foolish coming here just to see Vegeta."

 

"I'll believe it when I see it." Max sighed, looking skeptically at the designer. Everybody knew she was not a big player in the fashion world, so why would she be on such close terms with two of its biggest stars?

 

"You mean you haven't seen that picture of them together? It was in the newspaper and all over the entertainment and business news, especially after news of her breakup with Yamcha went public." Bruce babbled, oblivious to the excitement he was causing.

 

"Get her here. I don't care how you do it, just get her here," Max said, "and we'll see how things work out."

 

"Sure thing! Glad to help out!" the designer smiled, nodding his head in affirmation. "It won't be hard to get her here. The only problem I can foresee is getting her to actually be in this movie!"

 

 

Bulma sat alone in her office, cross-legged in her chair. One pant leg was rolled up past her knee, her shoes and socks were in a pile on the floor, and she was intently drawing on her leg with her pen. Ahhh, the hectic lives of the rich. A swirling blue line curled up from her big toe, all around her foot, and about halfway up her calf, swooping and whirling over soft, creamy skin. The other leg had already been done, only up to the knee because she couldn't push her pants up any further, and didn't think it would exactly be appropriate to take them off.

 

She took a break, taking a moment to survey her work, and smiled at the blue, flame-like pattern licking at her flesh. "God, I am strange…" she muttered, propping her inky foot up on the desk in order to keep drawing on the back of her leg. The shrill ring of the phone startled her, and her hand slipped, drawing a straight blue line over her swirls, and she cursed, fumbling around to grab the phone from her awkward position.

 

"Hello, this is Bulma Briefs," she said politely, licking a finger and dabbing it at her leg, trying to undo the damage that had been caused to the mesmerizing pattern.

 

"Bulma, it's Bruce! How are you?" The bubbly voice asked, then continued before she could answer. "I was wondering if you had dinner plans for tonight, see, Caleb and I are going out with a few people I met on the set today, and I thought you might like to come. We're going to Chez Fromage at 7:00, see you there!"

 

Bulma couldn't help but to laugh as the dial tone rang in her ear. Bruce, what a character he was! So exuberant and vivacious; nothing could bring that man down. "Well, I guess I've got dinner plans." She laughed, buzzing her secretary to make sure she didn't have any other obligations that night.

 

 

"So Bulma, Bruce tells me you're quite good friends with Vegeta." Max smiled, spearing a forkful of pasta, as he watched the pretty woman on the other side of the table blush lightly.

 

"Yes, we've known each other for quite a while now." She nodded, taking a sip of her wine in an attempt to moisten her suddenly dry mouth.

 

"You know, I'd love for you to come visit the set; it would be nice to have the opinion of someone who isn't on the payroll, you know?" Max laughed, giving Ray a light pat on the back.

 

"I think that would be wonderful, Mr. Trenton, --"

 

"Max, call me Max."

 

"Alright, Max, I'd love to come out and see how everything's done. It's terribly interesting." She smiled placidly, putting on her business face.

 

"How about Saturday," Ray suggested, "we'll be filming some very interesting scenes, and I'm sure Bruce and Marille would love to hear your opinion on the costume design."

 

"Wonderful idea, Ray." Max nodded, settling the matter. "We'll see you Saturday."

 

"Oh yay! This is going to be so fun! Caleb, you should come too…I mean, if you're not busy." Bruce added, after a pause, and Caleb made a mental note to clear his schedule as soon as possible.

 

"I…I suppose I could come. I don't believe I have anything important to attend to this Saturday." Bulma thought a moment, before nodding her head. "No, I'm pretty sure my schedule is clear. What time do you think would be good?"

 

"Oh, the whole day, of course!" Max smiled, a secret little glint of mischief in his eyes. It was almost in the bag, and seeing Bulma up close, he was confident that she would fit the part of Aria, as well as physically complimenting Vegeta's Dominic. Now all he had to do was convince her to take the part…but that would wait until Saturday. For the moment, he was content to revel in the minor success of getting the lovely Ms. Briefs out to the set.

 

"Yes, Bulma! You and Caleb can come out with me in the morning!" Bruce affirmed, "We'll make a day of it! Oh my, Vegeta will be happy to see you! I can't wait!"

 

 

Vegeta sat in his trailer, cross-legged on the small bed, pouring over the thick script in front of him. Already having learned the embarrassment of forgetting a line, he had decided to commit the entire thing to memory, even if it killed him. There was no way he would subject himself to the humiliation of having to use the prompter. Besides, the intricate details of the story provided an excellent distraction from thoughts of a certain female that had currently been invading his mind. Oh, how he wanted her; that luscious little body, quick wit and intelligence all packaged together, to tease and stimulate every single one of his senses. Though he would not admit it aloud, he was beginning to realize that there was simply no way of ridding himself of the woman. She was stuck in him, whether he wanted her there or not, and though the Saiyan Prince had never been one to give up, he was smart enough to realize that he had been fighting a losing battle against his own desires.

 

There was no point in trying to deny it to himself, but there was no rule against suppressing it, so that is just what he did, burying himself in thoughts of Dominic Satayn and his royal love affair.

 

"I cannot continue this charade," she whispered softly, against his chest, "I fear I will die if I must share the King's bed even once more, Dominic." She paused, a shudder passing through her delicate body, so smooth against her lover's skin. "He is my husband, but you are my only love, and I cannot stand it, to be with another man. I feel so foul…every time he beckons me to his chambers, I fear I will go mad from it all."

 

"Hush, love, hush. I too, know the pain you feel. The thought of him touching you, making love to you-"

 

"It is not lovemaking!" Aria cried aloud, cutting him off. "It is…it is his physical satisfaction, never mine…never love. If I could I would will myself to disappear, to never go there again. I would run away, were it possible, and never ever return."

 

"Would you…really run away?" Dominic's breath hitched, an idea forming in his head.

 

"I swear it, my love! I would never return!"

 

"Then that is what we shall do, my beautiful little Queen. You and I, we shall leave this place and start a new life! I shall call myself Radulf Shannley, and you will be Mrs. Elizabeth Shannley…"

 

"And we shall have a little cottage in a little village, and grow our own vegetables in a wee little garden…"

 

"And have ourselves a dairy cow, and a chicken to lay us fine eggs." Dominic smiled in the moonlight, a rare grin alighting on his features.

 

"Really Dominic? Do you promise?"

 

"With all my heart, love. We shall leave before three moons pass. Be ready, and I shall fetch you when the time has come." Dominic whispered, laying a finger over her lips. "But hush, you mustn't tell anyone. Not a soul, Aria, for if we are found out, the King will surely have us both put to death. So not a word, love."

 

"Not a word." She nodded, before laying a rose-petal kiss on his lips. "But the sun begins to rise, far off in the horizon. You must leave now, if this is to remain a secret."

 

"Until tonight then."

 

"Damn it…" Vegeta mumbled to himself. "So much for forgetting about women." He flopped backward onto the bed, tossing the script onto the table. Really, it had been simple lines and indications of actions, but his ever-active mind had turned it into a Harlequin novel! Kami, what a mess he was in; pining for a woman whom he had chased away after freaking out over a little kiss! She would no doubt force herself back into his life, but what was to say it wouldn't happen again…and again and every time she made an attempt to be intimate with him? Was he doomed to a life of forced celibacy?

 

"NO! I will beat this!" The Saiyan growled aloud, pounding his fist against the cushy mattress. "I will not be defeated by the demons of my past…" Not when there is such a good chance for the future…

 

 

 

 

Okay…so I feel rotten saying this, but it might be a long wait for the next chapter again. I have a busy few weeks coming up, but I'll try my best, because I feel like a total cad making you guys wait so long for updates.

 

On another note, I got fanart for Pseudo Ferocity!!! YAY!! It's really awesome, so go look at it! It's on my site, that's not done yet…but I guess you can look at it anyway! But yeah, go to the fanart section and check that stuff out! But like I said, it's still not done. Half my links aren't up, and more than half of my fanfics aren't up, among other things.

 

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