Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Words ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: leavingdress92 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.12.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 493 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.12.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 493 | Status: Work In Progress
She was on her knees in the darkness. She looked up and saw him. Those eyes, those dark eyes. She searched in them, pleading for mercy. The eyes narrowed as a ki ball formed and flew past her shoulder. The energy singed her shoulder and she yelped in pain.
Bulma sat up quickly and looked around her room. Even though the lights were out, the red dawn of Vegetasei shown through the black out curtains. She pulled the lush royal blue blankets over her bare shoulders. She rubbed her hand across her shoulder where she dreamed she was hit by the ki flare. The scar was long healed now, but the nightmare still remained.
She lay back down and turned on her side. The royal crest of the Saiyan family above the fireplace glistened from the stray beams of the sunrise. Bulma marveled at its mystery and majestic appearance. She inhaled the scent of food floating through the air as the servants were preparing breakfast in the royal dining hall.
This was her home now, Bulma was a lady in waiting for the Saiyan queen and was the most favored of the royal family. At the age of eight, she was rendered unconscious due to an attack on her home planet. Luckily the Saiyans took mercy on the young girl. Their sergeant, Nappa, noticed her beauty and superior class and decided to return her back to the royals.
The young girl trembled and kept her head low as the King and Queen looked down at her from their thrones. "She is a little young, Nappa." The King eyed his sergeant. "I know, only eight years old. She comes from a royal Earth family and has been brought up well."
This sparked the Queen's interest, noticing the remnants of Bulma's elegant blue dress she knew this was a child of a superior class.
"She is too fragile and too young for the royal harem, Nappa. I suggest you rid of her immediately like you should have done on Earth." The King quickly stood and exited abruptly, his red cape flapping behind him with each massive stride.
The Queen held up her hand, stopping Nappa from advancing on the girl. "Our King may not see an immediate use for this young one, but I will take her under my care. She will be of my service when she turns of age. For now, she will take lessons with my son, your Prince, and learn of our culture.
Bulma's face shot up towards the Queen, whom welcomed her with a soft smile. "Are you sure about this, my Queen?" Nappa questioned. The Queen narrowed her eyes at him, "You have become too comfortable, Nappa. Never question my judgment."
"My apologies, your Majesty." He bowed quickly, leaving Bulma and the Queen alone in the throne room.
Ten years later, Bulma was now eighteen and been a lady of the queen for two years now. Bulma yawned and lifted herself from her bed. Not a day goes by that she wasn't grateful for Nappa's judgment and the Queen's generosity. Bulma worked her ass off to show her gratitude every day.
Bulma's personal servant interrupted her daydreams about how she came to Vegetasei. "Miss Bulma, are you ready for your morning dress?"
Bulma smiled at her lady and nodded.
"ChiChi, what are the plans for today?"
ChiChi hummed as she laced up Bulma's petticoat. "Well, the King and Queen are meeting with delegates this morning from the Cold Empire." Bulma nodded, her stomach sinking a little. There has been talk about the Prince serving the Cold Empire to ready himself to be a King, but mostly to learn their weaknesses so the Saiyans can take them down. This is all what the Queen has informed Bulma. "Then this afternoon is a luncheon with suitors for his majesty, the Prince."
"Joy." Bulma said, with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"The Queen has sent a special dress for you to wear, my lady." ChiChi finished tying the petticoat before running into Bulma's closet and picking out her morning dress. Bulma raised an eyebrow towards the closet. "Why?" Bulma asked, confused why she had a special outfit for this afternoon. The most Bulma would do at this luncheon is entertain the Queen and take notes on the candidates for queen. "It is not my duty to question the Queen, my lady."
ChiChi reappeared from the closet with a pale blue dress. The Queen's seamstress loved dressing Bulma in blues because of her hair and eyes. Bulma smiled at the dress, this was one of the newer additions to her wardrobe. It covered her ankles and cascaded the floor with each step. The skirt was loose and flowed over her hips and gathered at her waist. The corset top had a sweat-heart neckline with sleeves that covered her shoulders. The three quarter length sleeves flared at her elbows giving a fairy-tale look to the dress. The dress was endowed with lace around the sleeves and had a matching sash around the waist, gathered in the back with an elegant bow.
ChiChi carefully slipped the dress over Bulma's head and straightened out its long skirt. Pleased with how the sash was tied, she led Bulma to the vanity. She curled Bulma's hair in loose ringlets and began pining them on top of her head while Bulma applied light mascara. She did not need much because her complexion was near flawless.
"Finished!" ChiChi exclaimed twenty minutes later. Bulma gave herself one last look in the mirror and smiled to her friend. "Thanks ChiChi!"
"See you this afternoon, Bulma." ChiChi winked at Bulma and placed her hand on her very pregnant belly. Bulma smiled at the motherly touch ChiChi gave her unborn child.
"Is Kakarrot excited?" Bulma asked, motioning towards the belly. ChiChi rubbed her tummy again, "I believe so, but the Prince has kept him busy training. I only see him at night mostly." ChiChi frowned, evident she missed her husband.
Bulma nodded, "I'm sorry about the Prince, as of late he has been veryÉ. Preoccupied." Bulma rolled her eyes, remembering that she will be in his presence for a whole afternoon.
ChiChi bowed to her lady before dismissing herself to see about her other chores and Bulma headed to the royal dining room.
Bulma waited outside the royal quarters for her Queen before finishing her walk to the dining hall. Bulma leaned against the wall and drifted off in her own thoughts when she heard someone clear his throat.
"Woman." Bulma looked up to see Vegeta's eyes narrow at her.
"My Prince." Bulma nodded her head and curtsied. Before she could back away, Vegeta grabbed the back of her neck and forced her down to her knees quickly. She turned her face so that she wasn't eye to eye with his crotch, but that didn't stop him from rubbing his half bulged member against her cheek.
"That's a better position for you,Êhuman." He spat at her before releasing hold of her neck and heading towards the dining room.
Bulma quickly stood up and straightened out her dress as she heard movement behind the door of the royal chamber. As the door opened she quickly blinked away the tears forming in her eyes.
Bulma curtsied low as the royal couple emerged. The King looked flushed, but still regal as ever. The queen had a light blush on her well-constructed cheekbones. Bulma knew of their healthy private life, but was still embarrassed as she greeted the two. The King's hand rested low on the Queen's back as he kissed her on the neck before parting.
"Have you seen my son, Lady Bulma?" The Queen looked deep into her eyes, she could smell the Prince on Bulma. "He is in the dining hall, your majesty." The Queen smiled and grabbed Bulma's arm and continued to walk.
"This afternoon we are having a royal luncheon, the King has called in many fine Saiyan ladies as possible heiresses to the throne." The Queen's eyes glinted as she looked at her favorite lady in waiting. "It is our job to find something wrong with each of them, Bulma. I do not want any of thoseÊwhoresÊto get in the way of my chosen one." Bulma didn't let the squeeze on her arm go unnoticed. "I will do my best, but no promises. I am sure these are fine ladies, my Queen."
The Queen stopped Bulma before entering in the royal dining room. "You do not understand my lady, I expect the best for my son." Bulma waited for the Queen to fully turn her back before rolling her eyes.
How can such scum come from someone so kind?
As the two emerged into the room, King Vegeta and the Prince both rose in respect to the two ladies.
The Queen took her seat to the right of the King and Vegeta was to his left. Bulma sat on the Queen's left, across from Vegeta. Bulma jumped when she felt a booted foot run its way up her leg. Bulma looked across at Vegeta, who was enamored with her chest.
Bulma dropped her fork, allowing it to make a large crash, causing everyone's attention to divert. "My apologies."
"That's why humans shouldn't have such high rankings, Mother." Vegeta hissed. Bulma glared at the Prince, she was sick of his sexual harassment and racism towards her. "Vegeta, apologize to lady Bulma." The King roared, though he voted for Bulma's death a decade ago, he highly respected her now because of her loyalty and servitude to his mate.
Vegeta glared at Bulma and muffled an "I'm sorry." Before returning to his meal. The Queen chattered on about the events of this afternoon, excited to have a social event not related to war occur.
Breakfast finished, and the royals including Bulma retreated to the throne room. Lord Frieza was due in twenty minutes to talk about the latest arrangements. The two royals sat in their thrones while Bulma remained standing to the Queen's right. The King was to her left, and the Prince sat in a smaller throne to the King's left. Before Bulma knew it, the slithery alien was standing before them.
"Vegeta, Kumiko, how nice to see you two." The alien hissed in his feminine voice towards the King and Queen. The Queen grasped the King's hand before continuing; "It is a pleasure to welcome you to our home, Lord Frieza." Kumiko responded with a dazzling smile.
Bulma was amazed by the Queen's grace, even when the most despised man in the universe stood in her throne room, she treated him with kindness. The prince grunted towards the alien before looking out the window. "Why, Prince Vegeta, handsome as ever." Frieza licked his lips at the young prince.
"Servant, fetch us some wine." Frieza demanded, now paying attention to Bulma. Bulma looked at the Queen, unsure of what to do. The Queen smiled at Bulma, "Lord Frieza, I must ask you not to refer to my lady in waiting with such degrading terms." The Queen allowed a little sternness to come out in her voice. Frieza looked Bulma up and down, becoming aware of the similarities in clothing between the two women.
"I must agree, Frieza, you'd think a woman of her species would be a servant. Maybe in the harem if she was deemed beautiful." The Prince sneered. Frieza was amused by the distain Vegeta had for the girl. The Queen was enraged by the disrespect present in her thrown room, "Enough, Vegeta." She cast her son a warning look.
Soon, a servant fetched Frieza a glass of wine. While the lizard swirled the wine around in his glass, he informed the royals how in a year's time he will take Vegeta under his army and take him to a planet known as Namek. There were seven magical balls that could grant three wishes. Frieza said he wanted to purge the planet and use the balls to better the allegiance between the Cold and Saiyan Empire. The royals new that this was a lie to inherit their prince's power and ultimately cause their demise, but they pretended to agree to the lizard's terms. Pleased with the results of the meeting, Frieza dismissed himself and left the royals to talk amongst them.
"If it is to protect our people, I will go. Plus I will finally show myself as the superior and finally reach my birthright of ascension!" Vegeta exclaimed. The King agreed he should go and overpower the alien, but did not want him to do it alone. He wanted Vegeta to go with his Lieutenant to ensure his safety as his only heir. The Queen remained silent, not happy at the thought her only son was going to serve such a monster and possibly be the one to allow her own Empire's demise. "I do not see any good coming out of this, for you, or for our people." The Queen calmly stood up, looking into her King's eyes, pleading for him to see her view.
"You let a slave alien not even worthy to suck my dick serve you and how power in this house over all the other servants, but won't let me serve my people! Bullshit!" Vegeta yelled before storming out of the throne room. "Vegeta!" The Queen screeched, ashamed of his flagrant disrespect. "Go after him, Vegeta." The Queen looked at her husband, hot tears streaming down her face. She already saw Bulma as her daughter, and wanted her to take her spot as Queen one day. Vegeta's absolute rejection towards her lady in waiting was appalling and hurt the Queen.
The King was quickly after the Prince, while the Queen and her lady remained in the throne room.
The Queen sat back down in her throne, resting her face in the palm of her hand. "I just don't know what's going on with him, Bulma." The Queen confessed. Bulma reached out to Kumiko and rubbed her shoulder. The Queen hissed a breath between her teeth in frustration, "Well, it is time to retire to our chambers to ready for the luncheon." Kumiko stood up, brushing Bulma's gesture off. "The King will sort our son out." The Queen turned to Bulma; "ChiChi will have your special dress ready for you once you arrive in your room. I will see you in two hours. Make sure you wear the most elegant hairstyle and makeup you have. Tell ChiChi those are my orders." Kumiko smiled at her lady, if anyone can get under her son's skin, it'd be Bulma.
Vegeta was in his personal training quarters when a larger Saiyan threw him up against the wall. The King had his son pinned against the wall with his arm painfully twisted behind him. "What the fuck was that? You showed your blatant disrespect in front of the Queen, YOUR mother!" The King grabbed the back of his son's head and slammed it into the wall, causing his son to spit blood. The younger Vegeta turned to his father when he was released and looked up to his father, "I just don't think that wench deserves a right in the royal house." Vegeta glared up to his father. "I don't get you two. You two were the best of companions up until three years ago, when you two were fifteen. All the sudden you despise the girl."
The King crossed his arms, waiting for the response, when none came he sighed. "Son, your mother trusts Bulma and there is a reason why she is the lady in waiting. You realize if anything were to happen to your mother, Bulma would be Queen until you took a mate?" The King looked into his son's eyes, "You are not exempt from this when it is rule everyone treat Lady Bulma with the same respect as the Queen."
With that, the King left his son to stew in his own thoughts.
When his father left, Vegeta flew his fist into the wall, leaving a dent. His afternoon training ruined, he decided it was time to ready himself for his mother's luncheon.
Vegeta was walking down the hallway when he passed Bulma. She was on her way to her own room to ready for this luncheon. She was so entranced in her own thoughts she did not realize the Prince walking past her. Vegeta smirked to himself before pushing the Lady against the wall. Bulma's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to shriek. Vegeta quickly covered her mouth with his gloved hand. "Now listen here, just this once. I am sorry for disrespecting you, but I am not sorry for my beliefs on where you stand. You are lucky my Mother values you so much because if not, you would've been raped and left for dead like many of her otherÊladies." Vegeta closed the space between their faces and nipped at her ear. "You do smell, just delightful." Bulma squirmed under his weight, noticing his lower half pressing into her thigh. His free hand traveled to her chest and brushed it across her breast, when she groaned at his touch, he smiled. "I'm not the awkward fifteen year old you can reject so lightly am I know, woman?" He breathed into her ear, lifting her up on his leg. Her eyes widened at the sudden memory, and as quick as the memory came, he was gone, leaving her shivering in the hallway.
Bulma allowed herself a couple minutes to regain her composure and let the sudden outburst of tears roll down her face. She gathered her skirt up and scurried to her room, ChiChi was waiting for her with a bath prepared.
"Bulma, we must hurry we have a lot of work to do!" ChiChi waddled about the Lady's room gathering her bathing supplies. Bulma quickly stripped down out of her dress and went straight to the bathtub. She sunk down in the tub and began unpinning her now disoriented curls. When the last curl fell Bulma fully submerged her body under the warm water. She closed her eyes and let the water wash over her small frame. She sensed movement around her and opened her eyes to see ChiChi setting her bathing supplies near the tub. Bulma sat up and looked at ChiChi.
ChiChi could tell something was bothering her lady, and though she was trained never to question her authority's personal life, but ChiChi has been with Bulma for many years now and felt she had to. "My dear, what is bothering you?" ChiChi continued to comb Bulma's hair, pausing slightly when she heard the Lady sniffle back tears. Bulma reached for her washcloth and began washing herself. Her vision blurred through her tears and she tossed aside the rag and began to cry.
"Why does he hate me so, the Prince!" Bulma exclaimed. ChiChi frowned at the young woman. She remembered when they all were children and took lessons together Vegeta always looked out for Bulma. He took it upon himself to teach her basic self-defense and breathing techniques so she would not be detected when in danger. He would always tease her during their lessons in a loving way. ChiChi always thought that the two would mate one day, but once they became teenagers their relationship became strained.
ChiChi continued combing her Lady's hair, "I doubt he hates you. You meant so much to him when we were younger. It must be the stress of becoming active with the delegations of the Empire." ChiChi began massaging Bulma's scalp, allowing the blood to circulate to her roots. "He is just so pig headed and crude with me. Every chance he gets he reminds me I am human and am unworthy of my place." Bulma sobbed. ChiChi placed her hands on her friend's shoulders and smiled, "Don't worry about him, keep your head high and remain regal. Kumiko is your model and you must be prepared to fill her shoes at any given moment. Don't let his childish ways get to you." Bulma nodded, comforted by her friend's encouragement.
ChiChi struggled to stand up and wobbled to the vanity, taking seat in a stool she acquired while Bulma was away that morning. Her feet were aching and the baby was making her back sore. Bulma smiled at her friend, ChiChi had taken to her pregnancy so well. Bulma sat in her makeup stool and looked at ChiChi. "Well, the Queen wants an elegant hair style. I think since most the ladies will have up-do's, you should wear your hair straight and lose." Bulma nodded to her friend, now in her own world while ChiChi went to work on her aqua locks.
"Vegeta, where are you taking me?" A much younger Bulma questioned the prince following his flowing cape. He was leading her through the maze of flowers in the royal garden. "Follow." He commanded, his voice solemn and void of any emotion. Bulma gathered her dress and quickened her pace. The two were now fifteen, in a year Bulma would go under his mother's service. The two finally stopped at a large fountain of Vegeta, the current king. The younger Vegeta turned around and removed his two gloves. Bulma stood five feet away from him and breathed heavily. She was slightly out of breath from their trek, but Vegeta wasn't the least bit uncomfortable. He watched the young girl pant and catch her breath, her chest heaving up and down under her tight corset. Bulma looked up at her friend and grinned. Vegeta smirked back and quickly closed the space between them. Bulma's heart picked up pace as she felt his hot breath on her cheek. "Bulma." Vegeta whispered. Bulma blushed at the sound of his voice. "Vegeta, what is it?" She looked into his dark eyes. He warmly looked at her and grabbed her hands, his skin hot to the touch. "Woman, I feel something for you." He shifted closer to Bulma. She watched him as he closed the gap between their lips, his meeting her mouth with a great hunger. She opened her mouth in response and closed her eyes. He slid his tongue into her mouth and explored it gently. Bulma moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. She always had a crush on Vegeta, but the girls that went after him were far superior then she, in class and looks. Plus they all were Saiyan where as she was not.
Suddenly remembering this, she brought her hand and slapped him across the cheek, breaking the kiss. Vegeta stepped back quickly in shock of her reaction to his confession. "We can't do this." She quickly gathered her dress and sprinted back to the castle. Warm tears stung her eyes and she battled the urge to throw up, she could not believe the Prince of the Empire she was in servitude of kissed her, and wanted her. She was thankful she stopped it when she did, or who knows what trouble she could get in. Not paying attention to where she was running she ran straight into something cold. Thinking it was the wall Bulma allowed herself to sink to the ground and cry.
"Something bothering you, little girl?" A slippery voice questioned. Bulma looked up at the voice's source and was taken back by the ugliness of the lizard. "Nothing." She mumbled, terrified. The thing sniffed the air and looked down at her, "Tell me, where is your lover, the Prince?" Bulma quickly stood up and brushed herself off. "He is not my lover! I would never stoop to that!" She took off towards her room; unaware that Vegeta was ten feet behind her, hearing every word.
"Well dear, I am finished with your hair and makeup!" Bulma snapped out of her flashback and looked into the mirror. She was amazed at ChiChi's handiwork. Her hair was perfectly straight, cascading past her shoulders. A complete 180 from the look this morning, her makeup was flawless. She had a nude lip with shimmer eye shadow. The blue and silver blended perfect, making her eyes look bigger and more intense. Bulma was pleased with her appearance, and for once felt actually beautiful even though she was nothing like what this planet deemed beautiful.
'Now, time for the dress!" ChiChi disappeared once again into the closet and pulled out a new dress. The dress was a modest sweat heart neckline, with a straight up and down frame. The shoulders hung off at the sides with no sleeves, and there was no back. The dress had small diamonds encrusted throughout the dress giving it a goddess look. Bulma looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with her look. She looked amazing and ChiChi clasped her hands together. "My the queen knows how to pick her dresses!" ChiChi gushed. Bulma smiled at her friend and sighed, "Well, here goes nothing!"
Bulma couldn't control her fluttering heart as she headed towards the banquet hall for this luncheon. She was just glad Kumiko would be at her side the whole time while the Prince socialized with many other beautiful Saiyan women. Bulma's heart increased its rate when she reached the large double doors. A slender arm laced under hers, "If looks could kill, you would have massacred the whole Saiyan Elite force my lady." Kumiko smiled at her favorite lady in waiting before leading her into the luncheon.
Bulma sat up quickly and looked around her room. Even though the lights were out, the red dawn of Vegetasei shown through the black out curtains. She pulled the lush royal blue blankets over her bare shoulders. She rubbed her hand across her shoulder where she dreamed she was hit by the ki flare. The scar was long healed now, but the nightmare still remained.
She lay back down and turned on her side. The royal crest of the Saiyan family above the fireplace glistened from the stray beams of the sunrise. Bulma marveled at its mystery and majestic appearance. She inhaled the scent of food floating through the air as the servants were preparing breakfast in the royal dining hall.
This was her home now, Bulma was a lady in waiting for the Saiyan queen and was the most favored of the royal family. At the age of eight, she was rendered unconscious due to an attack on her home planet. Luckily the Saiyans took mercy on the young girl. Their sergeant, Nappa, noticed her beauty and superior class and decided to return her back to the royals.
The young girl trembled and kept her head low as the King and Queen looked down at her from their thrones. "She is a little young, Nappa." The King eyed his sergeant. "I know, only eight years old. She comes from a royal Earth family and has been brought up well."
This sparked the Queen's interest, noticing the remnants of Bulma's elegant blue dress she knew this was a child of a superior class.
"She is too fragile and too young for the royal harem, Nappa. I suggest you rid of her immediately like you should have done on Earth." The King quickly stood and exited abruptly, his red cape flapping behind him with each massive stride.
The Queen held up her hand, stopping Nappa from advancing on the girl. "Our King may not see an immediate use for this young one, but I will take her under my care. She will be of my service when she turns of age. For now, she will take lessons with my son, your Prince, and learn of our culture.
Bulma's face shot up towards the Queen, whom welcomed her with a soft smile. "Are you sure about this, my Queen?" Nappa questioned. The Queen narrowed her eyes at him, "You have become too comfortable, Nappa. Never question my judgment."
"My apologies, your Majesty." He bowed quickly, leaving Bulma and the Queen alone in the throne room.
Ten years later, Bulma was now eighteen and been a lady of the queen for two years now. Bulma yawned and lifted herself from her bed. Not a day goes by that she wasn't grateful for Nappa's judgment and the Queen's generosity. Bulma worked her ass off to show her gratitude every day.
Bulma's personal servant interrupted her daydreams about how she came to Vegetasei. "Miss Bulma, are you ready for your morning dress?"
Bulma smiled at her lady and nodded.
"ChiChi, what are the plans for today?"
ChiChi hummed as she laced up Bulma's petticoat. "Well, the King and Queen are meeting with delegates this morning from the Cold Empire." Bulma nodded, her stomach sinking a little. There has been talk about the Prince serving the Cold Empire to ready himself to be a King, but mostly to learn their weaknesses so the Saiyans can take them down. This is all what the Queen has informed Bulma. "Then this afternoon is a luncheon with suitors for his majesty, the Prince."
"Joy." Bulma said, with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"The Queen has sent a special dress for you to wear, my lady." ChiChi finished tying the petticoat before running into Bulma's closet and picking out her morning dress. Bulma raised an eyebrow towards the closet. "Why?" Bulma asked, confused why she had a special outfit for this afternoon. The most Bulma would do at this luncheon is entertain the Queen and take notes on the candidates for queen. "It is not my duty to question the Queen, my lady."
ChiChi reappeared from the closet with a pale blue dress. The Queen's seamstress loved dressing Bulma in blues because of her hair and eyes. Bulma smiled at the dress, this was one of the newer additions to her wardrobe. It covered her ankles and cascaded the floor with each step. The skirt was loose and flowed over her hips and gathered at her waist. The corset top had a sweat-heart neckline with sleeves that covered her shoulders. The three quarter length sleeves flared at her elbows giving a fairy-tale look to the dress. The dress was endowed with lace around the sleeves and had a matching sash around the waist, gathered in the back with an elegant bow.
ChiChi carefully slipped the dress over Bulma's head and straightened out its long skirt. Pleased with how the sash was tied, she led Bulma to the vanity. She curled Bulma's hair in loose ringlets and began pining them on top of her head while Bulma applied light mascara. She did not need much because her complexion was near flawless.
"Finished!" ChiChi exclaimed twenty minutes later. Bulma gave herself one last look in the mirror and smiled to her friend. "Thanks ChiChi!"
"See you this afternoon, Bulma." ChiChi winked at Bulma and placed her hand on her very pregnant belly. Bulma smiled at the motherly touch ChiChi gave her unborn child.
"Is Kakarrot excited?" Bulma asked, motioning towards the belly. ChiChi rubbed her tummy again, "I believe so, but the Prince has kept him busy training. I only see him at night mostly." ChiChi frowned, evident she missed her husband.
Bulma nodded, "I'm sorry about the Prince, as of late he has been veryÉ. Preoccupied." Bulma rolled her eyes, remembering that she will be in his presence for a whole afternoon.
ChiChi bowed to her lady before dismissing herself to see about her other chores and Bulma headed to the royal dining room.
Bulma waited outside the royal quarters for her Queen before finishing her walk to the dining hall. Bulma leaned against the wall and drifted off in her own thoughts when she heard someone clear his throat.
"Woman." Bulma looked up to see Vegeta's eyes narrow at her.
"My Prince." Bulma nodded her head and curtsied. Before she could back away, Vegeta grabbed the back of her neck and forced her down to her knees quickly. She turned her face so that she wasn't eye to eye with his crotch, but that didn't stop him from rubbing his half bulged member against her cheek.
"That's a better position for you,Êhuman." He spat at her before releasing hold of her neck and heading towards the dining room.
Bulma quickly stood up and straightened out her dress as she heard movement behind the door of the royal chamber. As the door opened she quickly blinked away the tears forming in her eyes.
Bulma curtsied low as the royal couple emerged. The King looked flushed, but still regal as ever. The queen had a light blush on her well-constructed cheekbones. Bulma knew of their healthy private life, but was still embarrassed as she greeted the two. The King's hand rested low on the Queen's back as he kissed her on the neck before parting.
"Have you seen my son, Lady Bulma?" The Queen looked deep into her eyes, she could smell the Prince on Bulma. "He is in the dining hall, your majesty." The Queen smiled and grabbed Bulma's arm and continued to walk.
"This afternoon we are having a royal luncheon, the King has called in many fine Saiyan ladies as possible heiresses to the throne." The Queen's eyes glinted as she looked at her favorite lady in waiting. "It is our job to find something wrong with each of them, Bulma. I do not want any of thoseÊwhoresÊto get in the way of my chosen one." Bulma didn't let the squeeze on her arm go unnoticed. "I will do my best, but no promises. I am sure these are fine ladies, my Queen."
The Queen stopped Bulma before entering in the royal dining room. "You do not understand my lady, I expect the best for my son." Bulma waited for the Queen to fully turn her back before rolling her eyes.
How can such scum come from someone so kind?
As the two emerged into the room, King Vegeta and the Prince both rose in respect to the two ladies.
The Queen took her seat to the right of the King and Vegeta was to his left. Bulma sat on the Queen's left, across from Vegeta. Bulma jumped when she felt a booted foot run its way up her leg. Bulma looked across at Vegeta, who was enamored with her chest.
Bulma dropped her fork, allowing it to make a large crash, causing everyone's attention to divert. "My apologies."
"That's why humans shouldn't have such high rankings, Mother." Vegeta hissed. Bulma glared at the Prince, she was sick of his sexual harassment and racism towards her. "Vegeta, apologize to lady Bulma." The King roared, though he voted for Bulma's death a decade ago, he highly respected her now because of her loyalty and servitude to his mate.
Vegeta glared at Bulma and muffled an "I'm sorry." Before returning to his meal. The Queen chattered on about the events of this afternoon, excited to have a social event not related to war occur.
Breakfast finished, and the royals including Bulma retreated to the throne room. Lord Frieza was due in twenty minutes to talk about the latest arrangements. The two royals sat in their thrones while Bulma remained standing to the Queen's right. The King was to her left, and the Prince sat in a smaller throne to the King's left. Before Bulma knew it, the slithery alien was standing before them.
"Vegeta, Kumiko, how nice to see you two." The alien hissed in his feminine voice towards the King and Queen. The Queen grasped the King's hand before continuing; "It is a pleasure to welcome you to our home, Lord Frieza." Kumiko responded with a dazzling smile.
Bulma was amazed by the Queen's grace, even when the most despised man in the universe stood in her throne room, she treated him with kindness. The prince grunted towards the alien before looking out the window. "Why, Prince Vegeta, handsome as ever." Frieza licked his lips at the young prince.
"Servant, fetch us some wine." Frieza demanded, now paying attention to Bulma. Bulma looked at the Queen, unsure of what to do. The Queen smiled at Bulma, "Lord Frieza, I must ask you not to refer to my lady in waiting with such degrading terms." The Queen allowed a little sternness to come out in her voice. Frieza looked Bulma up and down, becoming aware of the similarities in clothing between the two women.
"I must agree, Frieza, you'd think a woman of her species would be a servant. Maybe in the harem if she was deemed beautiful." The Prince sneered. Frieza was amused by the distain Vegeta had for the girl. The Queen was enraged by the disrespect present in her thrown room, "Enough, Vegeta." She cast her son a warning look.
Soon, a servant fetched Frieza a glass of wine. While the lizard swirled the wine around in his glass, he informed the royals how in a year's time he will take Vegeta under his army and take him to a planet known as Namek. There were seven magical balls that could grant three wishes. Frieza said he wanted to purge the planet and use the balls to better the allegiance between the Cold and Saiyan Empire. The royals new that this was a lie to inherit their prince's power and ultimately cause their demise, but they pretended to agree to the lizard's terms. Pleased with the results of the meeting, Frieza dismissed himself and left the royals to talk amongst them.
"If it is to protect our people, I will go. Plus I will finally show myself as the superior and finally reach my birthright of ascension!" Vegeta exclaimed. The King agreed he should go and overpower the alien, but did not want him to do it alone. He wanted Vegeta to go with his Lieutenant to ensure his safety as his only heir. The Queen remained silent, not happy at the thought her only son was going to serve such a monster and possibly be the one to allow her own Empire's demise. "I do not see any good coming out of this, for you, or for our people." The Queen calmly stood up, looking into her King's eyes, pleading for him to see her view.
"You let a slave alien not even worthy to suck my dick serve you and how power in this house over all the other servants, but won't let me serve my people! Bullshit!" Vegeta yelled before storming out of the throne room. "Vegeta!" The Queen screeched, ashamed of his flagrant disrespect. "Go after him, Vegeta." The Queen looked at her husband, hot tears streaming down her face. She already saw Bulma as her daughter, and wanted her to take her spot as Queen one day. Vegeta's absolute rejection towards her lady in waiting was appalling and hurt the Queen.
The King was quickly after the Prince, while the Queen and her lady remained in the throne room.
The Queen sat back down in her throne, resting her face in the palm of her hand. "I just don't know what's going on with him, Bulma." The Queen confessed. Bulma reached out to Kumiko and rubbed her shoulder. The Queen hissed a breath between her teeth in frustration, "Well, it is time to retire to our chambers to ready for the luncheon." Kumiko stood up, brushing Bulma's gesture off. "The King will sort our son out." The Queen turned to Bulma; "ChiChi will have your special dress ready for you once you arrive in your room. I will see you in two hours. Make sure you wear the most elegant hairstyle and makeup you have. Tell ChiChi those are my orders." Kumiko smiled at her lady, if anyone can get under her son's skin, it'd be Bulma.
Vegeta was in his personal training quarters when a larger Saiyan threw him up against the wall. The King had his son pinned against the wall with his arm painfully twisted behind him. "What the fuck was that? You showed your blatant disrespect in front of the Queen, YOUR mother!" The King grabbed the back of his son's head and slammed it into the wall, causing his son to spit blood. The younger Vegeta turned to his father when he was released and looked up to his father, "I just don't think that wench deserves a right in the royal house." Vegeta glared up to his father. "I don't get you two. You two were the best of companions up until three years ago, when you two were fifteen. All the sudden you despise the girl."
The King crossed his arms, waiting for the response, when none came he sighed. "Son, your mother trusts Bulma and there is a reason why she is the lady in waiting. You realize if anything were to happen to your mother, Bulma would be Queen until you took a mate?" The King looked into his son's eyes, "You are not exempt from this when it is rule everyone treat Lady Bulma with the same respect as the Queen."
With that, the King left his son to stew in his own thoughts.
When his father left, Vegeta flew his fist into the wall, leaving a dent. His afternoon training ruined, he decided it was time to ready himself for his mother's luncheon.
Vegeta was walking down the hallway when he passed Bulma. She was on her way to her own room to ready for this luncheon. She was so entranced in her own thoughts she did not realize the Prince walking past her. Vegeta smirked to himself before pushing the Lady against the wall. Bulma's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to shriek. Vegeta quickly covered her mouth with his gloved hand. "Now listen here, just this once. I am sorry for disrespecting you, but I am not sorry for my beliefs on where you stand. You are lucky my Mother values you so much because if not, you would've been raped and left for dead like many of her otherÊladies." Vegeta closed the space between their faces and nipped at her ear. "You do smell, just delightful." Bulma squirmed under his weight, noticing his lower half pressing into her thigh. His free hand traveled to her chest and brushed it across her breast, when she groaned at his touch, he smiled. "I'm not the awkward fifteen year old you can reject so lightly am I know, woman?" He breathed into her ear, lifting her up on his leg. Her eyes widened at the sudden memory, and as quick as the memory came, he was gone, leaving her shivering in the hallway.
Bulma allowed herself a couple minutes to regain her composure and let the sudden outburst of tears roll down her face. She gathered her skirt up and scurried to her room, ChiChi was waiting for her with a bath prepared.
"Bulma, we must hurry we have a lot of work to do!" ChiChi waddled about the Lady's room gathering her bathing supplies. Bulma quickly stripped down out of her dress and went straight to the bathtub. She sunk down in the tub and began unpinning her now disoriented curls. When the last curl fell Bulma fully submerged her body under the warm water. She closed her eyes and let the water wash over her small frame. She sensed movement around her and opened her eyes to see ChiChi setting her bathing supplies near the tub. Bulma sat up and looked at ChiChi.
ChiChi could tell something was bothering her lady, and though she was trained never to question her authority's personal life, but ChiChi has been with Bulma for many years now and felt she had to. "My dear, what is bothering you?" ChiChi continued to comb Bulma's hair, pausing slightly when she heard the Lady sniffle back tears. Bulma reached for her washcloth and began washing herself. Her vision blurred through her tears and she tossed aside the rag and began to cry.
"Why does he hate me so, the Prince!" Bulma exclaimed. ChiChi frowned at the young woman. She remembered when they all were children and took lessons together Vegeta always looked out for Bulma. He took it upon himself to teach her basic self-defense and breathing techniques so she would not be detected when in danger. He would always tease her during their lessons in a loving way. ChiChi always thought that the two would mate one day, but once they became teenagers their relationship became strained.
ChiChi continued combing her Lady's hair, "I doubt he hates you. You meant so much to him when we were younger. It must be the stress of becoming active with the delegations of the Empire." ChiChi began massaging Bulma's scalp, allowing the blood to circulate to her roots. "He is just so pig headed and crude with me. Every chance he gets he reminds me I am human and am unworthy of my place." Bulma sobbed. ChiChi placed her hands on her friend's shoulders and smiled, "Don't worry about him, keep your head high and remain regal. Kumiko is your model and you must be prepared to fill her shoes at any given moment. Don't let his childish ways get to you." Bulma nodded, comforted by her friend's encouragement.
ChiChi struggled to stand up and wobbled to the vanity, taking seat in a stool she acquired while Bulma was away that morning. Her feet were aching and the baby was making her back sore. Bulma smiled at her friend, ChiChi had taken to her pregnancy so well. Bulma sat in her makeup stool and looked at ChiChi. "Well, the Queen wants an elegant hair style. I think since most the ladies will have up-do's, you should wear your hair straight and lose." Bulma nodded to her friend, now in her own world while ChiChi went to work on her aqua locks.
"Vegeta, where are you taking me?" A much younger Bulma questioned the prince following his flowing cape. He was leading her through the maze of flowers in the royal garden. "Follow." He commanded, his voice solemn and void of any emotion. Bulma gathered her dress and quickened her pace. The two were now fifteen, in a year Bulma would go under his mother's service. The two finally stopped at a large fountain of Vegeta, the current king. The younger Vegeta turned around and removed his two gloves. Bulma stood five feet away from him and breathed heavily. She was slightly out of breath from their trek, but Vegeta wasn't the least bit uncomfortable. He watched the young girl pant and catch her breath, her chest heaving up and down under her tight corset. Bulma looked up at her friend and grinned. Vegeta smirked back and quickly closed the space between them. Bulma's heart picked up pace as she felt his hot breath on her cheek. "Bulma." Vegeta whispered. Bulma blushed at the sound of his voice. "Vegeta, what is it?" She looked into his dark eyes. He warmly looked at her and grabbed her hands, his skin hot to the touch. "Woman, I feel something for you." He shifted closer to Bulma. She watched him as he closed the gap between their lips, his meeting her mouth with a great hunger. She opened her mouth in response and closed her eyes. He slid his tongue into her mouth and explored it gently. Bulma moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. She always had a crush on Vegeta, but the girls that went after him were far superior then she, in class and looks. Plus they all were Saiyan where as she was not.
Suddenly remembering this, she brought her hand and slapped him across the cheek, breaking the kiss. Vegeta stepped back quickly in shock of her reaction to his confession. "We can't do this." She quickly gathered her dress and sprinted back to the castle. Warm tears stung her eyes and she battled the urge to throw up, she could not believe the Prince of the Empire she was in servitude of kissed her, and wanted her. She was thankful she stopped it when she did, or who knows what trouble she could get in. Not paying attention to where she was running she ran straight into something cold. Thinking it was the wall Bulma allowed herself to sink to the ground and cry.
"Something bothering you, little girl?" A slippery voice questioned. Bulma looked up at the voice's source and was taken back by the ugliness of the lizard. "Nothing." She mumbled, terrified. The thing sniffed the air and looked down at her, "Tell me, where is your lover, the Prince?" Bulma quickly stood up and brushed herself off. "He is not my lover! I would never stoop to that!" She took off towards her room; unaware that Vegeta was ten feet behind her, hearing every word.
"Well dear, I am finished with your hair and makeup!" Bulma snapped out of her flashback and looked into the mirror. She was amazed at ChiChi's handiwork. Her hair was perfectly straight, cascading past her shoulders. A complete 180 from the look this morning, her makeup was flawless. She had a nude lip with shimmer eye shadow. The blue and silver blended perfect, making her eyes look bigger and more intense. Bulma was pleased with her appearance, and for once felt actually beautiful even though she was nothing like what this planet deemed beautiful.
'Now, time for the dress!" ChiChi disappeared once again into the closet and pulled out a new dress. The dress was a modest sweat heart neckline, with a straight up and down frame. The shoulders hung off at the sides with no sleeves, and there was no back. The dress had small diamonds encrusted throughout the dress giving it a goddess look. Bulma looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with her look. She looked amazing and ChiChi clasped her hands together. "My the queen knows how to pick her dresses!" ChiChi gushed. Bulma smiled at her friend and sighed, "Well, here goes nothing!"
Bulma couldn't control her fluttering heart as she headed towards the banquet hall for this luncheon. She was just glad Kumiko would be at her side the whole time while the Prince socialized with many other beautiful Saiyan women. Bulma's heart increased its rate when she reached the large double doors. A slender arm laced under hers, "If looks could kill, you would have massacred the whole Saiyan Elite force my lady." Kumiko smiled at her favorite lady in waiting before leading her into the luncheon.