Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Words ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

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

Bulma nervously fidgeted with her gown, ChiChi spent the last three hours primping the heiress so that she looked her best. She wore a slim fitting royal blue gown that had a dramatic plunging skirt towards her feet with a three foot trane. A deep red to match the crest of the Vegeta family tied around her waist and the two long sashes from the knot trailed behind her every step. The dress was a modest sweetheart neckline, with scalloped sleeves. The family's medallion adorned her pale neck and hung right below her bust line. The chain consisted of pearls, indicating she was a woman of Vegeta. ChiChi upswept her hair into an elegant bun with curled tressed swooping around into a full bun. To complete the look, a royal blue, red, and gold tiara was pinned at the crown of her head, Bulma emanated royalty.
In a few short hours the royal couple will be presenting the newest heir to the Saiyan Empire. Bulma leaned against the French doors to her miraculous balcony; the new princess was amazed by the view in her mate's room. They were finally living as a family in the Prince's royal chambers and Bulma would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the new luxuries.
"Now here is our little prince!" ChiChi cooed at the freshly swaddled child, Bulma turned around to see his little face studying her lady in waiting. "Now there's my boy!" the regal heiress strode across the room to collect her bundle, "You are just so handsome!"
The prince was swaddled in the royal blue color of Vegetasei, adorning young Trunk's forehead was the Vegetasei royal crest painted in blood red. The baby cooed in delight at the sight of his beautiful mother as she took him in her arms. Bulma began rocking her child in her own arms and hummed earthling lullabies. The babe began to drift to sleep at the humming of his mother's voice and responded with soft purrs of delight.
"Motherhood suits you well, my lady." ChiChi curtsied before dismissing herself to check on her own child. Bulma returned to her post after ChiChi exited and resumed watching the people gathering around the palace for the baby's presentation. "All these people are here to see you, Trunks. You are going to rule over all these people one day like your granddaddy and daddy rule." Bulma nuzzled her child's cheek and inhaled his sweet infant scent.
"Woman, we should head down to the throne room." Vegeta stood in the doorway dressed in his formal armor, Bulma slowly turned around and took in his handsome appearance. It felt like it's been weeks since she last saw her mate. Since the birth of their son he made himself few and far between. Between the intergalactic meetings, training, and just being a prince to the most powerful empire in the galaxy, Vegeta's plate was full. He filled his responsibility in producing an heir, and his duties towards his mate were now on the back burner. Bulma occupied herself with keeping Trunks healthy and still being a lady towards the Queen and working closely with Bardock in the labs. So to say the least, the couple has been busy since Vegeta's return.
Bulma slowly took in the sight of her mate, despite the hardships they have faced the attraction she felt for him has not faltered in the least. The prince stood in the doorway with his arms firmly crossed over his chest. Despite the scowl on his face, his tail lazily swung behind him showing he was relaxed. His flight suit was black and his royal blue and red armor accentuated the regal flawless form he had. On his forehead had the matching royal crest as his son. "The people are expecting the cub, woman." Bulma nodded and looked down at her son's sleeping form. "I can't believe he's here, Vegeta. I am so glad you are here to witness him being presented. I thought I was going to do this alone." Bulma slowly looked up at her mate's advancing form, he brought a hand to his cheek and pressed his forehead against his mate's. "You are a strong mate, a queen that these people deserve. I will do everything in my power to not leave you alone again. I am the legendary now, and nothing can come between me and my birthright." Bulma closed her eyes as she took in her mate's words. "Bulma, you are mine." Vegeta growled before pulling her lips to his in a passionate kiss. The young mother shifted her sleeping bundle to her side to take a step closer to her mate and deepen the kiss, his passion flooding through her veins and setting her on fire.
Before she knew it, Vegeta was already standing at the doorway and Bulma had to lean against the window pane to support her shaking knees. "It is time we show them our son, woman." Bulma nodded and followed her mate out of the chambers and down the hallway towards the throne room.

"Many generations of the family of Vegeta have ruled this Empire, through hard times and our golden eras, the first born of each man of Vegeta has ruled. Four weeks ago we have been blessed with a new heir. Your prince, my son, has sired a new cub to the family Vegeta! Long live Vegeta!"
"Long live Vegeta!"ÊThe whole population of Vegetasei chanted back before putting their fists over their hearts and kneeling to their knees. The royal family was gathered on the banister that overlooked public palace courtyard. For as far as Bulma's eyes could see, the ground was covered in Saiyans, the entire population travelled to witness the presentation of Trunks. The King approached the young couple and gathered the now awake and very alert Trunks in his arms for the presentation. The prince grabbed his mate's hand and followed the King towards the banister. The King lifted Trunks in the air, allowing his grandson to see his people for the first, and certainly not last, time of his life. The baby's eyes widened at the sight of everyone, quickly overwhelmed by the amount of people in one area. The baby's expression quickly changed to a scowl that represented his father's perfectly.
Once the King backed away from the banister, the young couple approached and overlooked their people. "My people, I shall rule this empire as my father has taught me, I shall teach my son, your future prince, to follow in our footsteps as the men of Vegeta before me have followed. Today; today marks the day of a continuance in the Vegeta family. Long live Vegeta!" The young prince finished his short speech with a kiss on his mate's hand before lifting it in the air.
"Long live Vegeta!"ÊThe crowd chanted once again, this time pounding their fists over their hearts. Bulma couldn't help but admire how her mate stood before his people with such strength and leadership. The Queen now appeared at Bulma's side with baby Trunks in her arms. "Lady Bulma, it is time to consummate the babe's position in the royal lineage." Bulma nodded and followed the Queen towards a water bath.
The priest of the royal family stood near the bath and bowed towards the approaching family. "Tis a grand day when a child's birth is celebrated." The priest reached out and took the prince's swaddled form in his arms and gently brushed away his lavender curls. "Today is a day before the gods, before the King and Queen, and before the people of Vegetasei to remember. Today we recognize Trunks Vegeta as a member of the royal family and as a member of the legendary." Bulma couldn't help but let out a small chuckle when she noticed Vegeta's light blush grace his cheeks.
"May the father of this young warrior step forward?" Vegeta nodded and stepped up next to the priest and his son. "By the power invested in me, under the oath of Vegetasei, I bring forth this soul as one of the legendary and one of the royal family. This child will be raised to be of servitude and protection of the planet Vegetasei and the empire it governs. Prince Vegeta, do you promise your faith to raise your son in pride of the Saiyan people, to serve and protect them and one day produce an heir of his own?" Vegeta looked down at his small son, who was glaring at the priest, with a smirk he replied turned to reply, "With all that I have been raised on and the power of my soul and the pride of my heritage, I will raise my cub to be a proud Saiyan, one who serves and protects his people and one day have his own cub to protect Vegetasei and the Empire it governs."
The priest nodded and dipped his fingers into the water bath; Bulma gasped when the priest's fingers emerged from the basin and were dripping in blood. "Blood from the Kings before us." Vegeta bowed his head as the priest traced the symbol on his forehead, and then turned to the priest holding his son and dipped his own fingers in the blood basin. "You are now amongst the ranks of the royal men of Vegeta, my son," the father delicately traced the family's crest over the painted outline and smirked at his child's scowl.
The prince took his son in his arms and once again and approached the banister. The blood was dripping down his nose and landing in delicate splatters on the tiled banister, Trunks began to wail as the blood dripped down his nose and wasn't pleased with the feeling. Vegeta presented his now inducted son to the people and everyone began to cheer with pride and happiness as Prince Trunks released a blood-curdling wail in return.

The King slouched in his throne playing with a ki ball, a bored expression gracing his maturing features. "This better be good old man, I would like to return to my mate," the younger Vegeta burst through the doors, pissed to be summoned from his chambers. "You will soon enough. We have a small issue." Vegeta frowned, "Frieza's dead, what can we possibly have as an issue?"
"Do you recall a man by the name of Gero while you worked with Frieza?" Vegeta paused for a beat, "That old coot his harmless, why is he of your concern?"
"Supposedly he has been crafting the perfect warrior; beauty, strength, speed, and endurance; no emotional ties, just the will to fight. Supposedly our spy has informed him of your son's coloring. That old man will do anything he can to get his hands on Trunks." The King's ki ball dissipated and he rose to meet his son's stance. "I am assigning Kakarot to guard Bulma and the boy. When the boy is walking we need to get him trained. We cannot let Gero get ahold of the child."
"Are you doubting my abilities, old man? You think I cannot protect the woman and her spawn?" Vegeta took a step back from his father, allowing his tale to thrash in irritation. "I do not doubt your abilities, but you will be King soon. You cannot protect your mate every hour of the day. It s only a precaution." The King tried to reassure his son, but the prince's pride was already bruised.
"Kakarot you say. Isn't that faggot off gallivanting the galaxy?" Vegeta turned his back towards his father and crossed his arms once again. "Language, son. He is due back in two days time. Until then Bardock is standing in as a guard."
"I see. Kakarot may be my mate and son's guard, but that doesn't mean I am suddenly going to forget his disgrace on Namek, and the embarrassment he caused me." The King sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Son, he is a super Saiyan but by no means is he legendary. The way you handled your son with grace and vowed your pride to your people is how a legendary acts to his people. Your birthright has not been taken." Vegeta let out a feral growl before dismissing himself from the throne room.

"Bardock I did not realize you were so good with kids!" Bulma clasped her hands together while watching the older Saiyan and her child play together on the floor. "Eh, cubs have a weak spot for me. When Radditz and the Prince were little ones they always came to me to make them new toys or tell a good story about adventures I went on. Peaceful times when they were tots, hopefully those times we will see again." Bardock frowned as his mind travelled to a distant memory.
The silence was broken when a certain unhappy prince stormed through the foyer of the living chambers.
"WOMAN!" Vegeta roared, heated from his conversation with his father. "How many times do I have to tell you?! It is BULMA! B-U-L-M-A!" The heiress cast Bardock an apologetic look before meeting her irate prince in the hallway. Bardock leaned forward so he could observe their exchange from his position on the floor with Trunks. "Da?" Bardock glanced down at the quizzical look the small boy was giving the guard before turning his attention to the child's parents.
Lucky for him the foyer opened up into the living room and from his position behind the couch he could eavesdrop unnoticed. Bulma folded her arms and glared at her mate, her sapphire eyes burning a deep shade of blue. "Have you heard about our new security arrangement?" Vegeta barked at his mate, she huffed in response, "What if Trunks was sleeping? You could have awaken him you big stupid monkey, what do you mean security change?" Bulma took a step back, noticing how upset her mate actually was.
"A scientist by the name of Gero worked for Frieza while I served under him. He was a sick old man, fascinated with splicing humanoids and creating different creature hybrids. Supposedly there is a rat amongst our people and the sick man has taken an interest in our son." Vegeta frowned at his mate's hysterical response, "Not our baby! He is just a baby!' Bulma began swatting at her mate's chest in rage and disgust at the news but was soon blocked when Vegeta grabbed her wrists. "Now Kakarot is going to be you and the boy's guard when he returns in two days. Bardock is interim guard until the fool's return." Vegeta frowned at the thought of Kakarot being with his mate while he is away. "Oh Vegeta, it's for the best. You are the strongest man in the Empire and a man of your caliber cannot be expected to spend all his time babysitting his mate and child." Bulma moved her hands into Vegeta's when his hold loosened.
"Please be safe woman, I know I haven't been the best mate and father as of late but I couldn't bear to lose you or the boy." Vegeta carefully stroked his thumbs over her small hands and looked into her face. "Vegeta, we aren't going anywhere, I promise." Vegeta pulled his mate in for a heated kiss. She quickly deepened the kiss with her mate, allowing his tongue to tour the inside of her mouth. Bulma reached around her mate's neck and began stroking the short spikes covering the nape of his neck while her own tongue swirled and battled with the tip of his own tongue. Vegeta began emitting a deep chested purr when a very loud "Da!" interrupted their headed session.
"Your son is calling you." Bulma whispered into Vegeta's cheek, "No that would be your son, woman. No son of mine is a cock block."
Bulma gave her mate a playful swat before heading into the living area where Bardock and Trunks resided.