Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Words ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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

Bulma and Kumiko sat next to each other at the royal table. The two sipped on their wine and watched as the ladies milled about. The Queen had the same bored expression Vegeta, both the prince and king, wore many times. Bulma had her pin and journal, taking notes of each of the ladies, as the Queen commanded her. "Your Majesty, where is the prince?" Bulma leaned forward and asked, nervously eyeing the crowd. "I wish I knew my dear." Kumiko sat up and brushed her auburn hair behind her ear. She looked at Bulma, her hazel eyes made the Lady in Waiting nervous at times. Her eyes had a strange glimmer to them as they took in Bulma's regal appearance. "I want him to hurry up and meet my first pick." The Queen smirked and looked towards the entrance, hoping her son would appear. Bulma pondered at whom the Queen was referring to, trying to swallow the bit of jealousy for the girl the Queen was referring to.
The King approached the royal table and took his spot to the Queen's left. He nodded in acknowledgement towards Bulma. She bowed her head gracefully back towards His Majesty before paying attention to the crowd.
There were many beautiful women around the banquet room, all drinking and chattering. Obviously they were sizing each other up. Bulma was self conscious of herself because the mere size of the women made her aware of how puny she was. These women were well toned, tan, and had dark hair and eyes. All of which Bulma was not.
Bulma took a big gulp of wine and looked at the entrance. This time the Prince was present. He leaned against one of the majestic marble pillars watching the crowd. He had a snide look on his face has he looked at each of the ladies. Only Bulma was aware of his presence.
"Your Majesty, the Prince has arrived." Bulma whispered. Kumiko excitedly stood up, causing the room to grow silent. "Ladies, it is my pleasure to introduce you to the Prince Vegeta, and his royal army, the Saiyan Elites." On command, the large double doors swung open as the giant men sauntered through, leering at the beautiful women surrounding them. When the last soldier walked by, Vegeta straightened up from his slouched position and walked towards the royal table.
"Nice of you to finally join us, son." Kumiko glared at her child. He kissed her hand, "My apologies, Mother. I was held up." He cast a dark glance toward Bulma. She felt his gaze but remained sitting bored straight and holding her head high.ÊI will not let him embarrass me.ÊThe King grunted at his son and slapped him on the shoulder, "Go meet some lovely ladies, preferably before your men soil them all." The King heartedly laughed as his on scowled and went of towards Kakarrot, whom was in the background observing.
"You're lucky to have already mated." Vegeta grunted and scowled at the crowed. The women seem ruffled at his presence. Noticeably swaying their hips as they walked by. Kakarrot laughed and nudged Vegeta, "Bulma looks nice this afternoon." Vegeta grunted at his remark and locked eyes with a short female. She had shoulder length black hair was slender but muscular and wore a dark purple dress that left little to the imagination. She noticed Vegeta eyeing her and sauntered over. "My prince." She curtsied low, allowed Kakarrot and Vegeta full view of her cleavage. "Name." Vegeta demand.
"Azuki, Prince Vegeta." She smiled at him, rising up and stepping closer. Vegeta placed his hand low on her back and leaned close to her.
"Now tell me Lady Azuki, do you know how to blow?" Vegeta purred into her ear. The woman blushed and led Vegeta to a secluded area, out of view from everyone.
Kumiko watched her son leave with Lady Azuki and let out a growl. "Bulma, cross her off the list." Bulma nodded and followed her orders. "Whore." She heard the Queen whisper. Both the Queen and King sensed their son's ki fluctuate and exchanged looks of disgust. Bulma relaxed back in her chair, relieved that Vegeta hasn't tried to start anything from her. She figured he was off hooking up with that girl, but did not care. She did feel a little jealous, but quickly stuffed the green monster away when she remembered how he had been treating her lately.
"Queen Kumiko, has the guest you've chosen arrived yet?" Bulma asked. The Queen reached and grabbed Bulma's hand, "Why yes she has, and I am quite thrilled with what I see." Bulma looked down her notebook, "Well, I'm glad. Hopefully the Prince will cooperate with your wishes." The King smirked overhearing his mate talk to Bulma. For weeks now he has listened to his wife chatter about how Bulma would make a fine Queen. The people already love her, so her not being Saiyan would not be an issue. Plus, she was brilliant.
When Bulma got comfortable when she first settled in the royal chambers ten years ago, she showed great promise as a scientist. When Bardock caught wind of Bulma's own experiments and her aptitude to fix things, he took her under his wing as his personal apprentice. She served as his apprentice until she was fifteen, that's when she went into training to be Kumiko's lady in waiting. It was a blessing in disguise, when Frieza came to the Empire to inquire about Vegeta's power Bulma was removed from the science department. If Frieza saw how smart she was he definitely would want to in slave the Lady for his personal uses. The King knew he'd have to protect Bulma to protect her brain for being used against them.
The King smiled at his mate and Bulma continuing their chat about the ladies present, these ladies would offer as fine mates to his elites and produce even finer offspring. King Vegeta noticed his son come back in, Azuki nowhere in sight. He was adjusting himself as he sauntered up to the table, taking his seat to the left of the King.
"Really?" The King grumbled, sipping his wine. The Prince smirked, filling his plate with food. The Queen quieted when she noticed her son. "I take it you liked Lady Azuki?" She asked, not hiding the bitterness in her voice. "I sent her away Mother, don't need a whore to be a Queen. Isn't that right, Woman?" He glanced at Bulma. The Queen looked at Bulma and back at her son. Bulma ignored the Prince's latest insult and continued to eat her lunch. Bulma noticed a very pregnant ChiChi sitting next to Kakarrot at a far table. He had his hands on her tummy and looked like he was having a mental conversation with their child. Kumiko noticed Bulma watching her servant and mate dining together and sharing the excitement of a new child. "That will be you one day, don't worry dear." The Queen squeezed Bulma's arm reassuringly.
"Mother, don't give that earthling false hopes on bedding a Saiyan. All of the males on Vegetasei know that she is a worthless human. Not even worth the lot she has been given." Vegeta said between bites of food, not even looking up.
Without thinking, Bulma let her temper get the best of her. She shot up quickly, knocking her chair over. The Queen watched her Lady in awe, never had she seen Bulma this enraged by her son before. This was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"I have had enough from you, Vegeta!" She let her voice rise with every word. "I am not as unworthy as you think! All that training gear you hold dearly, I've created! Who do you think has ever fixed it? Me! Even to this day I fix it because it's too advanced for your science wing! You think I am a whore? You never have had the privilege to touch me! I respect my position and myself too much to allow someone like you touch me! Regardless you are heir to the throne or not! You're just a pig! Not worth the chair you sit in!" And with that, Bulma huffed out of the room, retreating to her bedroom.
The whole royal table sat in awe at Bulma's explosion, all staring at Vegeta. He was completely not phased by Bulma's reaction and continued on with his meal. "I have no idea what is going on between you two. But fix it. Before it's too late, son." Kumiko unhappily stood up from her seat and followed pursuit after Bulma, leaving the two Saiyan men to sit together dumbfounded.
"My dear Bulma, I am so sorry about my son's actions." Kumiko whispered into Bulma's ear. She found her lady sprawled across her bed, still in her dress with her face in her pillow. The lady was not crying, just frozen in place. "He has no excuses for saying those things to you. You had every right to say that to him. The King and I support you, he needed the attitude adjustment. The King tried to talk to him today, but that ended with Vegeta's face being slammed into a wall and your King with his own son's blood on his gloves." Kumiko stroked her hair and continued to comfort her lady. She elected not to call ChiChi because the poor servant did not need the added stress on her already worn body. Bulma sat up and gave her Queen a weak smile.
"If I may, I am going to retire to my quarters for the rest of the evening." Bulma looked at the Queen, her face told Kumiko how exhausted she was. "Of course my dear, you've had an eventful day, anyways.
The Queen made sure Bulma had everything she needed and was safely tucked in for the night before retreating to the throne room. Kumiko had a deep frown set in her face before opening the doors to be greeted by her husband and son.
The Queen paced back and forth in front of her son, who remained seated in his chair. "What do you have to say for yourself?" She continued pacing; when her son neglected to answer she raised her voice. "Do you want to lose all respect of my lady in waiting? If anything happened to us, it would be you two that governed this Empire, and with the way things are and you not having a mate, I am quite scared of tomorrow!" Kumiko was shaking in rage now. "Honestly, it's not Bulma I'm worried about, it's you!" She stopped in front of her son now, leaning down resting her hands on either side of his chair. "You cannot run an empire saying snide comments and acting like all that matters is you!" To say the Queen was pissed was an understatement.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and looked out the window, it was now dusk, the second sun was setting, wouldn't take long for the sunrise to appear. The King saw this and roared. His aura flaring around him, he laid a punch across his son's jaw. "How dare you disrespect your mother? I can ignore how you treat her lady, but your own mother I will not tolerate!"
The Prince looked up at his father, "Can it old man!" Vegeta growled at his father, thrashing his tale in agitation. Before anyone knew it, the two were at it once again. "Alright you two, enough!" Kumiko boomed. The prince straightened out his cape and looked at his two parents.
"I have no choice my son, you are to go to Frieza immediately. He is coming in six months time, I'm sure he would be willing to collect you earlier. You need to learn where your allegiances lie." The Prince stared at his father in disbelief; this was the wench's entire fault! She was the bad blood contaminating the Royal Family. "I'm sorry son, as much as I hate you go, but this is for the best. We have an empire to run, you are far too old to raise anymore." Kumiko looked sadly at her son, she saw no other choice. Her lady and her son were on the verge of killing each other. Without a word, the Prince turned on his heel and left the room.
His feet took him straight to the woman's room without much thought. Before he knew it, he was at her door. He could sense through her ki that she was fast asleep. He opened the door and stepped inside. He saw her sleeping frame curled up under the royal blue blankets. Vegeta paused for a moment, watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful. No worry in the world.
"Vegeta, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Bulma flopped on her stomach and looked at her friend. He brushed his little bangs away from his face before smirking. "You must be stupid. I'm going to be the king of the empire! Just like my Dad." Bulma rolled her eyes, "I know that, stupid, but do you want to be that?" Vegeta paused for a moment; he was only twelve and never gave much thought to what he wanted to do when he was older, just what he was told to be. "I dunno, what about you Bulma?"
Bulma laughed, "I'm going to be a famous scientist! Known throughout the universe for my inventions! Just like my Dad was beforeÉ" Her voice trailed off and she looked away. Vegeta noticed her silence, "Hey, you'll get a chance to live his legacy. It's the honorable thing to do." Vegeta lightly punched his friend in the shoulder and she wiped away a stray tear. "You're right!" she smiled back at him.
Vegeta smiled at that memory, back when they were twelve everything was easy. She made him think about things that weren't about becoming King. In turn, he helped her grieve the loss of her home but turn it into ambition. Now look at them, barely a nice word said between them in two years.
Vegeta frowned and walked up to the sleeping beauty. He pulled the blanket back up to her shoulders, pausing at the burn mark from when she was eight. He frowned at the thought this was done at the hands of his men. He covered her completely and brushed her hair behind her ear. He leaned down and lightly kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry how things turned out." He whispered.
Bulma opened here eyes quickly to see who was in her room; she was surprised to see she was alone. "I was positive someone was in here." She sleepily mumbled before rolling over and falling back asleep. Vegeta listened through her door and decided to leave when he heard her fall back asleep.
Vegeta collapsed on his bed without changing out of his royal armor. Now it was just a matter of time before Frieza came and got him. He groaned at the thought of being forced to live with that slippery lizard for an extended period of time.
All of this could have been avoided if he and Bulma were so ill together. Bulma being his mother's lady in waiting of course would not go anywhere. It took a special person to be a Queen's trusted lady in waiting, and Bulma had been nothing but the best for his mother. If only Bulma did not reject him that day at the fountain, maybe things would have been different. Since the rejection and hurt he felt, Vegeta took it upon himself to harden his emotions to people. They were just an inconvenience and a weakness. He did not want to be like his father and unable to rule without his mate. Ever since this thought process cemented itself inside Vegeta, he forever decided he would no longer show Bulma any mercy. He needed to push her as far away as he could. The only two things he needed to focus on were his duties, as Prince, and his ascension into become the legendary.
Unfortunately, Vegeta's stubbornness was at Bulma's expense. He wasn't a nice person, but he wasn't a harsh and sinister person towards his people, either. His behavior towards Bulma was uncharacteristic.
Vegeta swore to himself and ripped his chest plate off and tossed it aside. He yanked the blankets over his body and forced himself into sleep, forcing any thoughts about Bulma far from his mind.
The Royals and Bulma all sat together at the breakfast table. The King and Queen continued to eat their meals as if nothing happened the previous evening. Vegeta's absence was noticed, but not acknowledged. Bulma pushed her food around her plate before excusing herself. She had some paperwork to fill out for the Queen, anyways.
Bulma walked through the grandiose hallways observing the artwork of previous royals as she passed. The hall took many twists and turns to get to the Queen's office, and one of those twists took her past Vegeta's training facility. Bulma's stomach knotted up, she did not want to have any more encounters before his departure with Frieza.
Vegeta could sense her coming; her faint ki gave it all away. He let out a stray ki ball and watched it disintegrate one of his training bots.ÊStupid woman and her stupid bots.He growled to himself before turning off his simulator. Vegeta grabbed a towel and wiped off the sweat from his face before exiting the room.
Bulma already passed by, and he couldn't help but notice how her pale pink dress gathered around her rear. He quickly shifted himself with his change of blood flow.ÊI wonder where that woman is headed.ÊVegeta elevated himself and hovered a good distance behind her.
Bulma was completely unaware of her follower with all the paperwork she had to finish. She had to type documents for upcoming treaties, finish out minutes on the latest delegations, and now she had to write a formal letter to Lord Frieza about Vegeta's early and unexpected delivery. Bulma keyed in the security code to Kumiko's office when she felt someone's hot breathe on her neck. Bulma froze, she knew very well who it was. "Vegeta don't do this to me!" She begged.
"Listen to me, and listen to me well. I will not apologize for my actions, ever since your ultimate disrespect to me, your sovereign prince and heir to the throne, I am the utmost offended." Bulma looked at him confused, she was no room to budge because Vegeta had her pinned against the door and her feet where a foot above the ground. Vegeta took another step closer, tightening his grip around her throat. Bulma remained calm and gave him a deadpanned look. "You will never stoop to this. Remember that phrase my lady?" Bulma's eyes got bigger remembering her first encounter with Frieza.ÊShit, he heard that!
"Vegeta-" She wheezed. "Silence!" He roared in return and slammed her into the door further, pressing his body into hers. He moved his hand from his neck to her chin and with his other hand, took his index finger and pressed it against her cheek. Bulma trembled, very aware that he could send a ki beam out of that finger. "If you weren't so valuable to my mother, I could have you committed for treason. What the prison guards would love to do with someone like you down there."
Bulma could not hold back the tears brimming in her eyes now she wanted to tell him it wasn't an offence to him. She refused to allow herself be the palace whore. Her classes taught her about how they are revered and if she wished to be a successful lady in waiting, avoid all physical contact at all costs. "When I become King, some things are going to change around here, starting with you!" He threatened. With that, he let Bulma go and she slid to the floor, in full-blown sobs. Vegeta turned away, pretending not to give a damn that the woman was a mess after his latest battery of insults. Lucky for him, she couldn't tell he was equally tore up. He was worried about her safety now that he was leaving so soon. For the past ten years, Bulma has never been in any life altering trouble. Though he got in her face and did things to her, he knew they would never hurt her or take her life. Now without him there to protect her, what was going to happen?
He wasn't mad about her insulting him anymore, but she unknowingly blatantly pointed out to Frieza she was his weakness. Now more the reason to act like he despised the girl, he now has to do damage control. Sever all ties with the woman before he leaves for Frieza's ship.
"Here are all the forms you requested, your majesties." Bulma handed the stack of paperwork she finished for them. "Thank you, dear. We shall have Bardock scan them and send them off to designated areas." The King nodded in approval, "Did you write the letter to Frieza?" He looked up from the paperwork at the girl. "Yes, it's the last document, hope you find it satisfactory." Bulma curtsied to leave; her duties for today were done. "Bulma, I am sorry for his actions. If you have the slightest idea on his behavior, please do not refrain from telling us." Kumiko looked at her lady, for the first time Bulma saw not a queen, but the face of a concerned mother for her son. Bulma frowned, "I wish I could tell you. You're as clueless as I am." She lied.
Honestly, Bulma did not have the heart to tell her she was behind this. Vegeta remained hidden in the throne room with his ki suppressed so his parents could not sense him. He watched the regal composure Bulma had. She was evidently brilliant; she carried all the characteristics of the Queen. She gave no signs of what happened just hours before. Maybe his mother did see something in her, which is why she took the time to finesse Bulma's skills as a future queen. If Bulma rejected him so easily three years ago, there was no way she would accept him now. Especially after all the abuse he caused her. Vegeta shook his head; it'd be a matter of days now until he left with Frieza. The only thing he could do now was train.