Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Words ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: leavingdress92 
Things become dark in the House of Vegeta...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
Things become dark in the House of Vegeta...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.18.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 10
The first sunrise of Vegetasei was making its first appearance while the rest of the kingdom slept. Vegeta was awake well before the sun rose and for the first time in over a year he felt at peace. He closed his eyes and reached out to his son's ki and smirked when its signature caused a warm feeling in his chest. 'My boy' he thought to himself, and then his attention was turned to the light snores next to him. His mate was sprawled across their lush king sized bed far away in a distant dream.
Vegeta rolled closer to her taking in her scent while his hand brushed away the stray aqua tresses. "You've got a hold of me woman," he whispered to Bulma, who responded with a snort and snuggled closer to him. Vegeta's tail instinctively wrapped around her waist allowing her to move closer, the young prince sighed contently. This is where he belonged, with his mate in his arms and his cub just one room over.
Bulma began to stir in her sleep with slumber's hold letting go of her. "Good morning, princess" Vegeta whispered into her ear followed with a soft nibble on her ear lobe. Bulma let out a low growl before stretching out her limbs and greeting her mate. "Sleepyhead," Vegeta mumbled while moving his kisses further down her neck causing Bulma to shiver in delight. "Vegeta, the baby?" Bulma whispered in her futile attempts to swat away her mate, whom easily caught her flailing hand. "The boy is asleep, we got another hour before he wakes." Bulma opened her mouth in protest but was interrupted with her mate's strong kiss. Vegeta ran his tongue over her lower lip before entering her mouth with a flick of his tongue. Bulma cordially responded with parting her lips and reciprocating the kiss.
Vegeta rolled on top of her, trapping her small frame between his muscular thighs and supporting his weight with his arms on either side of her head. Bulma bucked her hips forward to meet his, rolling them over his growing erection. Vegeta shifted his weight and brought a hand down to meet her thigh, stroking it at an agonizing slow pace. Bulma groaned as he brought his head lower and took one of her supple mounds with his lips alternating between nips and kisses.
Bulma's hands traveled the length of his abdomen, tracing each ripple of muscle on her way down before stopping at his waistband. "May I?" She whispered into his ear, causing her mate to pause and with a shudder he quickly nodded and his member was freed from the tight spandex. Bulma filled her hands and lightly pulling causing more blood to rush into his now pulsating member.
Her mate did not allow her ministrations go unreturned, he placed one hand on her puckered breast and the other traveled down to her glistening entrance. Vegeta took in her clit between his thumb and index finger and began massaging the nerve filled nub. Bulma threw her head back in ecstasy at the feeling he was giving her and she grew damp in anticipation for what was waiting for her. "Vegeta, I want you," she moaned into his neck followed by earnest nibbling down to his shoulder. Vegeta smirked at his lust filled mate and grabbed one of her thighs thrusting it back until her knee was resting on her shoulder, exposing her completely.
"You want what, woman?" he growled while ravaging her ample chest. "I want," she couldn't finish her sentence because she reached her climax at the mercy of his fingers. Vegeta gave a light chuckle before plunging his enlarged manhood into her drenched entrance. The room was filled with feminine moans and masculine grunts as the two mates coupled. Vegeta plunged himself as far into that she allowed, each time growing harder and harder. He could feel his seed getting ready for release causing his balls to clench tighter the further they progressed. With a scream of ecstasy, Bulma was the first to give way to pleasure. Vegeta soon followed, releasing his seed into her womb and dropping his head over her shoulder. While he was releasing himself his mouth went to the crescent shaped scar covering the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
The sight of her scar caused an animalistic urge to take over and with a low grunt his teeth sunk back into it, breaking the scar tissue and blood began to trickle down her shoulder and chest. Bulma let out a scream of pain and pleasure at the reopening of her wound. A wound that signified love, commitment, and partnership; Bulma took it upon herself to mark Vegeta. She reached forward with her hands and clasped them behind his neck while he lapped up her spilled blood and sunk her own teeth into his shoulder. Vegeta paused at the sensation she gave him and sunk his teeth inside her shoulder one last time. Bulma busied herself lapping his blood while he tended to her own wound, "You are mine, woman, forever." Bulma met his intense gaze, blood dripped down both of their chins and they finished their session with a passionate kiss.
"We should get cleaned up, ChiChi will be here soon anyways." Bulma slowly sat up and stretched out her limbs. Vegeta lay across the bed and watched his attractive mate, "Looks like you might need help with that," Vegeta purred reaching out to his mate. "Vegeta!" She giggled as he lifted her in the air and carried her into the bathroom.
He placed Bulma on the bathtub's edge while he drew a bath for the two. When the temperature was to his liking he stepped inside and brought Bulma to his chest before bring her into the water with him. They both hissed as the soap bubbles washed over their bite marks but the sting was quickly forgotten when Vegeta's hands found Bulma's chest. Vegeta cupped his hands and gathered water in them before washing his mate's chest watching how the water glistened over her beautiful rounded breasts.
Bulma straddled his hips and met his mouth in a passionate kiss that brought his lower appendage at full attention. In the steam, water, and bubbles, the couple consummated their partnership once again.
Later that day Bulma found herself sitting in the throne room with the Queen and King. The Queen was interviewing new ladies for her court, and Bulma being the head lady in waiting had to help with the decision. The prince was spending the day training elites to strengthen the palace's security with the impending threat on the horizon, so he easily weaseled out of this boring affair.
Bulma's thoughts kept drifting to the events that morning, which she needed. Their bond weakened while Vegeta was gone, and Trunks was the only common link between the two up until this morning. While ChiChi was dressing Bulma, she noticed the bloody area on her shoulder. At first, her lady was alarmed by the harsh appearance of the wound but then calmed once the wound was cleaned to see it was Vegeta's mark. The lady was pleased that the bound between the young royal couple had been reopened and did not stop chattering to Bulma about how great this was. Bulma smirked at the memory of her friend and the excitement they shared.
The heiress was quickly brought out of her trance when she noticed Kumiko abruptly standing and growling to herself. "These ladies are a waste of my time, none of them are talented, and all of them are just a bunch of bimbos! Women like them belong in the harem!" The King's mouth dropped at his mate's sudden out burst. "Darling, calm yourself. These ladies are not that bad, they may be a little bland but that doesn't mean they aren't capable of the duties you will bestow on them." The Queen gave her mate a scowl that could bring a Saiyan elite to his knees before pacing about the throne room. "Of course you would defend young women. God knows you and the other putrid men around here need more fuckable items wandering throughout the palace!"
"Queen Kumiko, the last interview is ready," a weak humanoid called to the Queen from behind her post at the door looking a little terrified at the Queen's outburst. Bulma recognized the young girl from previous courtly encounters and happened to be one of the women Bulma handpicked for court. Like Bulma, the lady had her home planet purged at the hands of Frieza and was brought back to the Saiyan Empire as a "gift". "Thank you, Akira. Bring her in." The Queen quickly dismissed the green skinned humanoid and returned to her throne. Bulma leaned forward in interest at the next contestant for the Queen's affection.
The three royalties were all stunned at the newcomer's beauty. Standing at a reasonable 5'9" the blonde bombshell impressed the difficult crowd; they learned she was skilled in martial arts and sewing, however lacked charisma. Bulma shivered at the woman's piercing blue eyes and monotone voice, there was something not 100 percent right with the young female, but the Queen seemed infatuated.
"What is your name, dear?" The Queen leaned forward from her throne in interest. The young woman gave the King a sly glance before returning her attention towards the Queen, "Call me Juu."
"Well Juu, welcome to court. Akira will show you your chambers and will instruct you on everything you need to know. We are having a banquet tonight and all my ladies are to attend. Now you will get to see what it is like to be royalty." The Queen clasped her hands together in excitement of her new lady.
"Queen Kumiko, may I assist Akira, I would like to get to know Juu." Bulma whispered to the Queen, she wanted to get to know this new lady a little bit better. "Of course, that will be lovely! Now where is my grandson? I would love to spend some time with the cub." Bulma smiled lovingly at her Queen, "He is with ChiChi, she brought Gohan to our chambers this morning to play with Trunks."
"Splendid, now if you excuse me, I have some spoiling to do." Bulma chuckled at the aging Saiyan's excitement towards her grandson. The King slowly stood and turned to Bulma, "well I guess I better go and see what that son of mine is up to," with a wink at Bulma he turned to leave the lady in the throne room.
Bulma sighed before standing from her throne and heading out the door Akira and Juu exited.
Vegeta, I don't know if I like this new lady to your mother.
Jealousy?ÊHe curtly responded, and then chuckled when Bulma jumped.ÊHow did you do that?!
Silly woman, this morning you made our bond a two way street. Now we can communicate with each other without being near, of course, only a race as superior as the Saiyans can do this.ÊBulma shook her head at her mate,Êas always full of yourself; you cocky bastard.ÊHe laughed at her once again;Êit's confidence, not being cocky. As for Juu, you probably feel threatened by her presence. You are going to be queen, if any of those broads have something to cause jealousy, it's being jealous of you. So go and get to know this lady, she probably will end up being your lady in waiting when you take the throne.ÊBulma grumbled at this thought,Ênot if I have anything to do with it.There was silence from her mate for a couple seconds before he responded to her thought,ÊI'll see you this evening, woman. Need to get back to these meatheads before they kill each other.
Bulma smirked at his last response; their entire conversation took the time Bulma needed to walk to the ladies' rooms. The heiress paused and took a deep breath before opening the door and facing the newest lady of court.
"Lady Akira, Lady Juu," Bulma greeted the two ladies in the main foyer of the ladies' chambers. The two returned with a low curtsy and Akira smiled at Bulma. "Juu, this is Lady Bulma. She is the lady in waiting for the queen and also the princess of the Saiyan Empire. She is mated with the prince; our King's first born. They have recently birthed an heir named Prince Trunks Vegeta." Akira graciously nodded towards Bulma who returned the smile, "Why thank you for the introduction, Akira."
Juu took a step forward towards Bulma, allowing her gaze to penetrate Bulma's being. "Why isn't it the privilege to have the future queen to supervise my first day at court. You have a son? I sure hope to meet him soon." Juu gave a demi curtsy when she finished her monologue receiving a studious glance from Bulma.
The aqua female began to circle Juu, "You said you are a talented seamstress, no?" Juu allowed the corner of her lip to curl, "Yes, I am. The dress I am wearing along with the other dresses in my wardrobe is of my creation. Feel free to take a look, my lady." Bulma frowned at the tone of her voice. "Very well, your dress is quite beautiful. It turns out the court needs a new seamstress. The previous one has taken maternity leave with her first child and will not be back for some time. If you prove worthy, we may keep you permanently." Juu nodded in understanding towards Bulma, "When will I start?" She asked in a bored tone, Bulma frowned at the new lady not impressed with the lack of humility. "Tomorrow, with me. The full moon is upon us and in three weeks we are having a ball in honor of the Saiyans reaching their pinnacle of power."
"For a human, I find it amusing how you entertain the Saiyans and take part of their traditions as if you were a Saiyan yourself. " Juu frowned before turning away towards her own bedroom. Bulma's mouth dropped at the disrespect Juu showed her, "My lady, I am sure she is unaware of the relationship you have with the Saiyan royal family. I assure you she will be broken of the behavior she displayed today." Akira curtsied in respect before dismissing herself to the back rooms to help prepare the other ladies for the banquet tonight.
"If she has hope of lasting in court when I become Queen, then she has another thing coming. Ugh!" Bulma fumed before storming out of the room in search for her husband.
Far away from the palace deep in a secluded forest, Dr. Gero hid inside his secret lab. Deep inside a cave hidden by the vast expanse of a waterfall, the evil scientist set up a lab to create his new malicious beings. The dimly lit lab contained five medical tables, each with perfect looking humanoids strapped to each. Various IV lines connected to their arms, keeping them alive intravenously while robotic arms worked on replacing the vital organs with newer, indestructible tissues. Gero was creating an indestructible warrior, one that never feels hunger, never is tired, and one that has a combat strength that rivals the elite Saiyans.
The crazed man was sitting in an office chair pulled up next to a large screen computer. What his accomplice saw through her eyes was transmitted through a satellite set in Vegetasei's orbit and back into his lab and presented on his large screen.
"Wonderful, Eighteen, you have succeeded into entering the castle. Now you have to gain their trust and spend time with the boy. Then my evil plan can be set into motion." Gero hunched over his keyboard and typed in a list of commands for Eighteen to perform while she was in the castle, the first beginning with befriending Bulma. "That blue haired bitch could be a problem," the old man growled, "better win her over so she doesn't expect anything. If my premonitions are correct, she takes a lot after her father and has a powerful mind.
Dr. Gero evilly snickered as he watched through Eighteen's eyes her travels through the castle, and grew more and more loud as he witnessed how trusting everyone was acting towards her.
"Vegeta!"
The prince grimaced at the piercing shrill of his approaching mate's voice as she drew near. The prince was observing the troops kata repetitions and once they finished he ordered them to repeat the exercise again. "Perfection is only accepted in the royal elite army you monkeys. How can you call yourself an elite? Get back to it!" He roared at his troops before turning to his irate mate.
It was a beautiful day on Vegetasei; the two suns were at high noon and a light breeze from the near coast kept the heat at a tolerable level. Vegeta's cape flapped in the wind causing crisp rustles in the air mixed with the groans of his men. The prince admired his woman's approaching form, the swell of her breast pressed against her white gown; the sweetheart neckline accentuated their ample amount. The dress had scalloped sleeves capped off at her shoulders, perfect for the warm weather. The floor length gown trailed slightly behind her with pale pink floral designs accentuating the playfulness of the gown with elegance. Bulma's hair was pulled into a low bun with a few wisps of aqua hair framing her face. 'My mate is stunning.' He thought to himself.
"I cannot believe Juu! She is atrocious and rude! She insulted me for not being a Saiyan, but who is she to talk? She isn't Saiyan either!" Bulma fumed while massaging the temple on the side of her head.
"Woman, don't let some servant get to you." Bulma paused at Vegeta referring to Juu as a servant. "WHAT?" She yelled, "A servant? Is that what the ladies in court are to you? Is that how you viewed me?" Vegeta slapped his hand to his eyes when he realized his mistake. "No, Bulma that's not what I meant. What I meant wasÉ"
"I don't want to hear it. Maybe Trunks and I should go back to the ladies' chambers, oh excuse me,ÊservantÊchambers. Maybe your son will have the privilege of being a royal guard since technically he is born of a servant!"
"Woman, don't cross me. You know it isn't like that for you. You were raised by my mother, you were brought up in the royal house of Vegeta, it is only right and natural you are the next queen since the current queen groomed you for the position."
"Whatever Vegeta! I will never be good enough for you!" With that, Bulma turned on her heel and stormed back into the palace. The couple's dispute did not go unnoticed, however. From up above over looking the royal training grounds stood Juu, she witnessed everything that was exchanged and saw her chance to move in and befriend Bulma.
The banquet went on relatively smoothly. Bulma sat to the Queen's right with the King on the Queen's left. Vegeta was seated on the King's left, and for the first time Bulma was thankful for the separation from the Prince, seeing she still upset about their argument earlier.
The ladies from the Queen's court were standing behind Bulma and the Queen whispering to each other about the events at the banquet. Many people were dancing, eating or drinking. The elite guards behind the King and prince flirted with the ladies, which were returned with flirtatious declines.
"Ladies! Go dance, it isn't every day we have a banquet with dancing. Who knows maybe your mate is waiting for you!" The Queen took notice of her ladies' excitement and decided to allow them the night off. The ladies all giggled before dismissing themselves to the dance floor to mingle with the guards.
"Juu, do you not wish to partake in the festivities?" Kumiko leaned back in her chair and took in her newest lady's stoic expression. "I do not feel the need for such," she responded with a bored tone. Bulma frowned at Juu's disrespect, if the Queen says dance, you dance; or so Bulma thought.
"Well, Lady Juu, I would love to take you for a dance." The royal table immediately silenced as King Vegeta stood and approached the lady. "Why, my King, I would expect you to take your Queen dancing, not a lowly lady like myself." Juu slid a sideways glance towards the Queen. "I surely do not mind! Dance with your King, Lady Juu!" The King smirked at the coy lady taking her hand towards the dance floor.
Kumiko watched her husband take the beautiful blonde away from the table and leaned back in her chair. "You surely do not feel rivaled by her?" Bulma leaned towards the Queen from her chair, "Not at all Lady Bulma. After being mated to the same man for close to thirty years you learn to let things go." Kumiko massaged her temple and let out a sigh, "If you excuse me, Bulma, I am retiring to my chambers. I have some documents to look over and I am exhausted." Bulma nodded to her Queen and shifted her attention back towards the dance floor. Kumiko looked down at her lady and gave a weak smile before leaving the banquet hall.
The King spun Juu around and pulled her back close against his chest. "Lady Juu, beautiful as ever." He whispered into her ear, causing the young woman to shiver. "I appreciate your compliments, but they should be directed towards another." Juu responded to the King, which resulted in the hand on her waist to grasp her even harder. "I do not see another woman, my lady," the King purred into her ear while moving his hand lower until it was resting on the top of his rear.
The couple continued to dance in silence while Juu processed his words, "Well Lady Juu, come to my chambers this evening so I can prove to you that you are the only lady I see." The music then changed as if on queue and Juu was left on the dance floor alone.
"Men." Juu suddenly felt disgusted with the need to go shower, so she silently exited the banquet hall.
Bulma rested her head on her fist and observed the banquet; the prince mimicked her position on the opposite side of the table.
You look beautiful tonight.ÊBulma frowned when Vegeta entered her mind and decided to respond with putting up a wall. She placed her napkin on the table and abruptly stood grabbing her goblet of wine.
"How dare you try to approach me again, after what you said?! Leave me alone you self centered asshat!" Before the prince could respond, the goblet was emptied over his head and Bulma was fifteen feet away from him retreating towards the exit. The music came to a sudden halt and everyone's attention was turned toward the now emptied royal table. "The banquet is over! Everyone out!" Vegeta roared towards the partygoers, causing everyone to jump and quickly retreat towards the nearest exists. Vegeta let out a feral growl and chased after his fleeing mate. 'Good for nothing whore' he fumed to himself while in pursuit of his aquamarine lover.
Bulma raced through the hallways following the twists and turns until she entered an area she knew she could be safe. Once inside Trunk's room, she fell to her knees in front of the baby's crib. "Ma?" Trunks cooed out to his mother before reaching a tiny hand through the bars towards his sobbing mother.
"Hi baby, sorry to wake you." The mother smiled down at her child, whom was studying her adoringly. Bulma reached through the bars and stroked her son's cheek, finding peace in his presence. "You are so perfect, my boy. You will have the life I never had, I can promise you that." The boy smiled at his mother, but his smile quickly turned into a scowl.
Bulma froze, knowing who was at the doorway. Silently he approached his kneeling mate and stood next to her, watching their son. "What you did tonight is punishable by death. An insubordinate princess will not be tolerated in the courts, but since you gave me an heir, you will be spared." Bulma could not stop her shaking as her mate spoke, "Go to bed Trunks." The lavender boy looked up at his father one last time before obliging his demand and settling in bed and closing his eyes.
Vegeta turned on his heel and turned to exit the room, Bulma shivered when his cape brushed against her shoulder. "Woman, come with me." Vegeta's gruff voice caused her breath to catch in her throat, but she stood and followed him into the hallway.
Bulma followed her mate down the hallway and through the main foyer that lead to the royal gardens. Vegeta lead her all the way through the garden until they ended up at his father's fountain. Vegeta kept his back to his mate and without saying a word to her and began stripping off his armor, throwing it carelessly to the ground. "Vegeta?" Bulma whispered to him, still trembling from her run from him. "Shut up, wench," he growled at her, thrashing his tail in absolute irritation.
Hot tears began to stream down her face when her mate finally turned around to meet her gaze. His eyes were white with anger and his fangs were more prominent than usual. The oozaru had taken over his body, though he wasn't transforming, his animalistic side was showing. Then it dawned on her, he brought her to the fountain so no one could hear her. Even with Saiyans' elite hearing, this location would keep her screams muffled and no one would come save her.
Before she could run he already had her pinned against the ground and his arm wrapped firmly across her chest, keeping her from moving away from him. Bulma struggled against him, but realized her efforts were futile against the strong Saiyan. "You will never disobey me again. Whether it refuse to believe my word or blatant disrespect like you showed today," he growled into her ear. Bulma turned her head to the side and allowed the tears to fall into the grass under her head. She could hear the skirt to her evening gown rip, exposing her intimate flesh to the cool night air.
Vegeta's erection pressed firmly against her thigh while his hands discarded the fabric keeping his loins separated from his mate's soft flesh. Once her rear and womanhood was exposed to the prince's ravenous gaze, all clear thought left his mind.
The screams, the blood, the agony was blocked out of his mind as he mutilated his mate's flesh. All the embarrassment from his tour with Frieza; a third class ascending before him; and tonight's embarrassment built up inside the prince and now he was seeking his release.
Meanwhile Bulma lay still underneath her mate, absorbing the thoughts that were filtering through his head and being passed onto her. Each thrust she felt more pain, mentally and physically. She was suffering the mental anguish her mate has suffered the past year and they physical was what he was inflicting upon her. She knew she was bleeding now, she could smell its coppery scent each time he pulled away from her. The scent threw Vegeta into a wave of pleasure causing him to lean forward over his mate. Bulma felt his weight shift over her back and closed her eyes tightly shut, fearing he was going to snap her neck.
Vegeta groaned and released his seed into his mate, relishing in the bliss of pleasure and being in control again. He was the alpha, and he needed to declare that tonight to her. His mouth roamed over the mark on her shoulder, With a grunt he pushed further into her and sunk his fangs into the mark. He broke the skin causing blood to drench the top of her gown, but he continued to bite further.
Bulma shrieked in pain, feeling the muscle rip as Vegeta gnawed at her shoulder in fervent need. Blood began to pool around her head and the pain grew unbearable. She could hear the bones in her shoulder crack and splinter between his power jaws and she felt ligaments snap.
Black began to haze its way around the princess's form, enveloping her into an unconscious land far way from this puddle of blood and her mate. The mate she loved dearly yet the mate who caused her the most pain imaginable.
The only thing that did not keep her from slipping away was her son, whom was tucked safely away in his room oblivious to the heinous actions of his parents.
Author's Note
Well, things definitely have taken a dark path in the House of Vegeta. There is light at the end of the tunnel, but our two favorite lovers will be experiencing a lot of angst. A bad time for trouble between these two, eh? Especially since Gero is infiltrating the palace. *Plot Twist*
x. Hill
The first sunrise of Vegetasei was making its first appearance while the rest of the kingdom slept. Vegeta was awake well before the sun rose and for the first time in over a year he felt at peace. He closed his eyes and reached out to his son's ki and smirked when its signature caused a warm feeling in his chest. 'My boy' he thought to himself, and then his attention was turned to the light snores next to him. His mate was sprawled across their lush king sized bed far away in a distant dream.
Vegeta rolled closer to her taking in her scent while his hand brushed away the stray aqua tresses. "You've got a hold of me woman," he whispered to Bulma, who responded with a snort and snuggled closer to him. Vegeta's tail instinctively wrapped around her waist allowing her to move closer, the young prince sighed contently. This is where he belonged, with his mate in his arms and his cub just one room over.
Bulma began to stir in her sleep with slumber's hold letting go of her. "Good morning, princess" Vegeta whispered into her ear followed with a soft nibble on her ear lobe. Bulma let out a low growl before stretching out her limbs and greeting her mate. "Sleepyhead," Vegeta mumbled while moving his kisses further down her neck causing Bulma to shiver in delight. "Vegeta, the baby?" Bulma whispered in her futile attempts to swat away her mate, whom easily caught her flailing hand. "The boy is asleep, we got another hour before he wakes." Bulma opened her mouth in protest but was interrupted with her mate's strong kiss. Vegeta ran his tongue over her lower lip before entering her mouth with a flick of his tongue. Bulma cordially responded with parting her lips and reciprocating the kiss.
Vegeta rolled on top of her, trapping her small frame between his muscular thighs and supporting his weight with his arms on either side of her head. Bulma bucked her hips forward to meet his, rolling them over his growing erection. Vegeta shifted his weight and brought a hand down to meet her thigh, stroking it at an agonizing slow pace. Bulma groaned as he brought his head lower and took one of her supple mounds with his lips alternating between nips and kisses.
Bulma's hands traveled the length of his abdomen, tracing each ripple of muscle on her way down before stopping at his waistband. "May I?" She whispered into his ear, causing her mate to pause and with a shudder he quickly nodded and his member was freed from the tight spandex. Bulma filled her hands and lightly pulling causing more blood to rush into his now pulsating member.
Her mate did not allow her ministrations go unreturned, he placed one hand on her puckered breast and the other traveled down to her glistening entrance. Vegeta took in her clit between his thumb and index finger and began massaging the nerve filled nub. Bulma threw her head back in ecstasy at the feeling he was giving her and she grew damp in anticipation for what was waiting for her. "Vegeta, I want you," she moaned into his neck followed by earnest nibbling down to his shoulder. Vegeta smirked at his lust filled mate and grabbed one of her thighs thrusting it back until her knee was resting on her shoulder, exposing her completely.
"You want what, woman?" he growled while ravaging her ample chest. "I want," she couldn't finish her sentence because she reached her climax at the mercy of his fingers. Vegeta gave a light chuckle before plunging his enlarged manhood into her drenched entrance. The room was filled with feminine moans and masculine grunts as the two mates coupled. Vegeta plunged himself as far into that she allowed, each time growing harder and harder. He could feel his seed getting ready for release causing his balls to clench tighter the further they progressed. With a scream of ecstasy, Bulma was the first to give way to pleasure. Vegeta soon followed, releasing his seed into her womb and dropping his head over her shoulder. While he was releasing himself his mouth went to the crescent shaped scar covering the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
The sight of her scar caused an animalistic urge to take over and with a low grunt his teeth sunk back into it, breaking the scar tissue and blood began to trickle down her shoulder and chest. Bulma let out a scream of pain and pleasure at the reopening of her wound. A wound that signified love, commitment, and partnership; Bulma took it upon herself to mark Vegeta. She reached forward with her hands and clasped them behind his neck while he lapped up her spilled blood and sunk her own teeth into his shoulder. Vegeta paused at the sensation she gave him and sunk his teeth inside her shoulder one last time. Bulma busied herself lapping his blood while he tended to her own wound, "You are mine, woman, forever." Bulma met his intense gaze, blood dripped down both of their chins and they finished their session with a passionate kiss.
"We should get cleaned up, ChiChi will be here soon anyways." Bulma slowly sat up and stretched out her limbs. Vegeta lay across the bed and watched his attractive mate, "Looks like you might need help with that," Vegeta purred reaching out to his mate. "Vegeta!" She giggled as he lifted her in the air and carried her into the bathroom.
He placed Bulma on the bathtub's edge while he drew a bath for the two. When the temperature was to his liking he stepped inside and brought Bulma to his chest before bring her into the water with him. They both hissed as the soap bubbles washed over their bite marks but the sting was quickly forgotten when Vegeta's hands found Bulma's chest. Vegeta cupped his hands and gathered water in them before washing his mate's chest watching how the water glistened over her beautiful rounded breasts.
Bulma straddled his hips and met his mouth in a passionate kiss that brought his lower appendage at full attention. In the steam, water, and bubbles, the couple consummated their partnership once again.
Later that day Bulma found herself sitting in the throne room with the Queen and King. The Queen was interviewing new ladies for her court, and Bulma being the head lady in waiting had to help with the decision. The prince was spending the day training elites to strengthen the palace's security with the impending threat on the horizon, so he easily weaseled out of this boring affair.
Bulma's thoughts kept drifting to the events that morning, which she needed. Their bond weakened while Vegeta was gone, and Trunks was the only common link between the two up until this morning. While ChiChi was dressing Bulma, she noticed the bloody area on her shoulder. At first, her lady was alarmed by the harsh appearance of the wound but then calmed once the wound was cleaned to see it was Vegeta's mark. The lady was pleased that the bound between the young royal couple had been reopened and did not stop chattering to Bulma about how great this was. Bulma smirked at the memory of her friend and the excitement they shared.
The heiress was quickly brought out of her trance when she noticed Kumiko abruptly standing and growling to herself. "These ladies are a waste of my time, none of them are talented, and all of them are just a bunch of bimbos! Women like them belong in the harem!" The King's mouth dropped at his mate's sudden out burst. "Darling, calm yourself. These ladies are not that bad, they may be a little bland but that doesn't mean they aren't capable of the duties you will bestow on them." The Queen gave her mate a scowl that could bring a Saiyan elite to his knees before pacing about the throne room. "Of course you would defend young women. God knows you and the other putrid men around here need more fuckable items wandering throughout the palace!"
"Queen Kumiko, the last interview is ready," a weak humanoid called to the Queen from behind her post at the door looking a little terrified at the Queen's outburst. Bulma recognized the young girl from previous courtly encounters and happened to be one of the women Bulma handpicked for court. Like Bulma, the lady had her home planet purged at the hands of Frieza and was brought back to the Saiyan Empire as a "gift". "Thank you, Akira. Bring her in." The Queen quickly dismissed the green skinned humanoid and returned to her throne. Bulma leaned forward in interest at the next contestant for the Queen's affection.
The three royalties were all stunned at the newcomer's beauty. Standing at a reasonable 5'9" the blonde bombshell impressed the difficult crowd; they learned she was skilled in martial arts and sewing, however lacked charisma. Bulma shivered at the woman's piercing blue eyes and monotone voice, there was something not 100 percent right with the young female, but the Queen seemed infatuated.
"What is your name, dear?" The Queen leaned forward from her throne in interest. The young woman gave the King a sly glance before returning her attention towards the Queen, "Call me Juu."
"Well Juu, welcome to court. Akira will show you your chambers and will instruct you on everything you need to know. We are having a banquet tonight and all my ladies are to attend. Now you will get to see what it is like to be royalty." The Queen clasped her hands together in excitement of her new lady.
"Queen Kumiko, may I assist Akira, I would like to get to know Juu." Bulma whispered to the Queen, she wanted to get to know this new lady a little bit better. "Of course, that will be lovely! Now where is my grandson? I would love to spend some time with the cub." Bulma smiled lovingly at her Queen, "He is with ChiChi, she brought Gohan to our chambers this morning to play with Trunks."
"Splendid, now if you excuse me, I have some spoiling to do." Bulma chuckled at the aging Saiyan's excitement towards her grandson. The King slowly stood and turned to Bulma, "well I guess I better go and see what that son of mine is up to," with a wink at Bulma he turned to leave the lady in the throne room.
Bulma sighed before standing from her throne and heading out the door Akira and Juu exited.
Vegeta, I don't know if I like this new lady to your mother.
Jealousy?ÊHe curtly responded, and then chuckled when Bulma jumped.ÊHow did you do that?!
Silly woman, this morning you made our bond a two way street. Now we can communicate with each other without being near, of course, only a race as superior as the Saiyans can do this.ÊBulma shook her head at her mate,Êas always full of yourself; you cocky bastard.ÊHe laughed at her once again;Êit's confidence, not being cocky. As for Juu, you probably feel threatened by her presence. You are going to be queen, if any of those broads have something to cause jealousy, it's being jealous of you. So go and get to know this lady, she probably will end up being your lady in waiting when you take the throne.ÊBulma grumbled at this thought,Ênot if I have anything to do with it.There was silence from her mate for a couple seconds before he responded to her thought,ÊI'll see you this evening, woman. Need to get back to these meatheads before they kill each other.
Bulma smirked at his last response; their entire conversation took the time Bulma needed to walk to the ladies' rooms. The heiress paused and took a deep breath before opening the door and facing the newest lady of court.
"Lady Akira, Lady Juu," Bulma greeted the two ladies in the main foyer of the ladies' chambers. The two returned with a low curtsy and Akira smiled at Bulma. "Juu, this is Lady Bulma. She is the lady in waiting for the queen and also the princess of the Saiyan Empire. She is mated with the prince; our King's first born. They have recently birthed an heir named Prince Trunks Vegeta." Akira graciously nodded towards Bulma who returned the smile, "Why thank you for the introduction, Akira."
Juu took a step forward towards Bulma, allowing her gaze to penetrate Bulma's being. "Why isn't it the privilege to have the future queen to supervise my first day at court. You have a son? I sure hope to meet him soon." Juu gave a demi curtsy when she finished her monologue receiving a studious glance from Bulma.
The aqua female began to circle Juu, "You said you are a talented seamstress, no?" Juu allowed the corner of her lip to curl, "Yes, I am. The dress I am wearing along with the other dresses in my wardrobe is of my creation. Feel free to take a look, my lady." Bulma frowned at the tone of her voice. "Very well, your dress is quite beautiful. It turns out the court needs a new seamstress. The previous one has taken maternity leave with her first child and will not be back for some time. If you prove worthy, we may keep you permanently." Juu nodded in understanding towards Bulma, "When will I start?" She asked in a bored tone, Bulma frowned at the new lady not impressed with the lack of humility. "Tomorrow, with me. The full moon is upon us and in three weeks we are having a ball in honor of the Saiyans reaching their pinnacle of power."
"For a human, I find it amusing how you entertain the Saiyans and take part of their traditions as if you were a Saiyan yourself. " Juu frowned before turning away towards her own bedroom. Bulma's mouth dropped at the disrespect Juu showed her, "My lady, I am sure she is unaware of the relationship you have with the Saiyan royal family. I assure you she will be broken of the behavior she displayed today." Akira curtsied in respect before dismissing herself to the back rooms to help prepare the other ladies for the banquet tonight.
"If she has hope of lasting in court when I become Queen, then she has another thing coming. Ugh!" Bulma fumed before storming out of the room in search for her husband.
Far away from the palace deep in a secluded forest, Dr. Gero hid inside his secret lab. Deep inside a cave hidden by the vast expanse of a waterfall, the evil scientist set up a lab to create his new malicious beings. The dimly lit lab contained five medical tables, each with perfect looking humanoids strapped to each. Various IV lines connected to their arms, keeping them alive intravenously while robotic arms worked on replacing the vital organs with newer, indestructible tissues. Gero was creating an indestructible warrior, one that never feels hunger, never is tired, and one that has a combat strength that rivals the elite Saiyans.
The crazed man was sitting in an office chair pulled up next to a large screen computer. What his accomplice saw through her eyes was transmitted through a satellite set in Vegetasei's orbit and back into his lab and presented on his large screen.
"Wonderful, Eighteen, you have succeeded into entering the castle. Now you have to gain their trust and spend time with the boy. Then my evil plan can be set into motion." Gero hunched over his keyboard and typed in a list of commands for Eighteen to perform while she was in the castle, the first beginning with befriending Bulma. "That blue haired bitch could be a problem," the old man growled, "better win her over so she doesn't expect anything. If my premonitions are correct, she takes a lot after her father and has a powerful mind.
Dr. Gero evilly snickered as he watched through Eighteen's eyes her travels through the castle, and grew more and more loud as he witnessed how trusting everyone was acting towards her.
"Vegeta!"
The prince grimaced at the piercing shrill of his approaching mate's voice as she drew near. The prince was observing the troops kata repetitions and once they finished he ordered them to repeat the exercise again. "Perfection is only accepted in the royal elite army you monkeys. How can you call yourself an elite? Get back to it!" He roared at his troops before turning to his irate mate.
It was a beautiful day on Vegetasei; the two suns were at high noon and a light breeze from the near coast kept the heat at a tolerable level. Vegeta's cape flapped in the wind causing crisp rustles in the air mixed with the groans of his men. The prince admired his woman's approaching form, the swell of her breast pressed against her white gown; the sweetheart neckline accentuated their ample amount. The dress had scalloped sleeves capped off at her shoulders, perfect for the warm weather. The floor length gown trailed slightly behind her with pale pink floral designs accentuating the playfulness of the gown with elegance. Bulma's hair was pulled into a low bun with a few wisps of aqua hair framing her face. 'My mate is stunning.' He thought to himself.
"I cannot believe Juu! She is atrocious and rude! She insulted me for not being a Saiyan, but who is she to talk? She isn't Saiyan either!" Bulma fumed while massaging the temple on the side of her head.
"Woman, don't let some servant get to you." Bulma paused at Vegeta referring to Juu as a servant. "WHAT?" She yelled, "A servant? Is that what the ladies in court are to you? Is that how you viewed me?" Vegeta slapped his hand to his eyes when he realized his mistake. "No, Bulma that's not what I meant. What I meant wasÉ"
"I don't want to hear it. Maybe Trunks and I should go back to the ladies' chambers, oh excuse me,ÊservantÊchambers. Maybe your son will have the privilege of being a royal guard since technically he is born of a servant!"
"Woman, don't cross me. You know it isn't like that for you. You were raised by my mother, you were brought up in the royal house of Vegeta, it is only right and natural you are the next queen since the current queen groomed you for the position."
"Whatever Vegeta! I will never be good enough for you!" With that, Bulma turned on her heel and stormed back into the palace. The couple's dispute did not go unnoticed, however. From up above over looking the royal training grounds stood Juu, she witnessed everything that was exchanged and saw her chance to move in and befriend Bulma.
The banquet went on relatively smoothly. Bulma sat to the Queen's right with the King on the Queen's left. Vegeta was seated on the King's left, and for the first time Bulma was thankful for the separation from the Prince, seeing she still upset about their argument earlier.
The ladies from the Queen's court were standing behind Bulma and the Queen whispering to each other about the events at the banquet. Many people were dancing, eating or drinking. The elite guards behind the King and prince flirted with the ladies, which were returned with flirtatious declines.
"Ladies! Go dance, it isn't every day we have a banquet with dancing. Who knows maybe your mate is waiting for you!" The Queen took notice of her ladies' excitement and decided to allow them the night off. The ladies all giggled before dismissing themselves to the dance floor to mingle with the guards.
"Juu, do you not wish to partake in the festivities?" Kumiko leaned back in her chair and took in her newest lady's stoic expression. "I do not feel the need for such," she responded with a bored tone. Bulma frowned at Juu's disrespect, if the Queen says dance, you dance; or so Bulma thought.
"Well, Lady Juu, I would love to take you for a dance." The royal table immediately silenced as King Vegeta stood and approached the lady. "Why, my King, I would expect you to take your Queen dancing, not a lowly lady like myself." Juu slid a sideways glance towards the Queen. "I surely do not mind! Dance with your King, Lady Juu!" The King smirked at the coy lady taking her hand towards the dance floor.
Kumiko watched her husband take the beautiful blonde away from the table and leaned back in her chair. "You surely do not feel rivaled by her?" Bulma leaned towards the Queen from her chair, "Not at all Lady Bulma. After being mated to the same man for close to thirty years you learn to let things go." Kumiko massaged her temple and let out a sigh, "If you excuse me, Bulma, I am retiring to my chambers. I have some documents to look over and I am exhausted." Bulma nodded to her Queen and shifted her attention back towards the dance floor. Kumiko looked down at her lady and gave a weak smile before leaving the banquet hall.
The King spun Juu around and pulled her back close against his chest. "Lady Juu, beautiful as ever." He whispered into her ear, causing the young woman to shiver. "I appreciate your compliments, but they should be directed towards another." Juu responded to the King, which resulted in the hand on her waist to grasp her even harder. "I do not see another woman, my lady," the King purred into her ear while moving his hand lower until it was resting on the top of his rear.
The couple continued to dance in silence while Juu processed his words, "Well Lady Juu, come to my chambers this evening so I can prove to you that you are the only lady I see." The music then changed as if on queue and Juu was left on the dance floor alone.
"Men." Juu suddenly felt disgusted with the need to go shower, so she silently exited the banquet hall.
Bulma rested her head on her fist and observed the banquet; the prince mimicked her position on the opposite side of the table.
You look beautiful tonight.ÊBulma frowned when Vegeta entered her mind and decided to respond with putting up a wall. She placed her napkin on the table and abruptly stood grabbing her goblet of wine.
"How dare you try to approach me again, after what you said?! Leave me alone you self centered asshat!" Before the prince could respond, the goblet was emptied over his head and Bulma was fifteen feet away from him retreating towards the exit. The music came to a sudden halt and everyone's attention was turned toward the now emptied royal table. "The banquet is over! Everyone out!" Vegeta roared towards the partygoers, causing everyone to jump and quickly retreat towards the nearest exists. Vegeta let out a feral growl and chased after his fleeing mate. 'Good for nothing whore' he fumed to himself while in pursuit of his aquamarine lover.
Bulma raced through the hallways following the twists and turns until she entered an area she knew she could be safe. Once inside Trunk's room, she fell to her knees in front of the baby's crib. "Ma?" Trunks cooed out to his mother before reaching a tiny hand through the bars towards his sobbing mother.
"Hi baby, sorry to wake you." The mother smiled down at her child, whom was studying her adoringly. Bulma reached through the bars and stroked her son's cheek, finding peace in his presence. "You are so perfect, my boy. You will have the life I never had, I can promise you that." The boy smiled at his mother, but his smile quickly turned into a scowl.
Bulma froze, knowing who was at the doorway. Silently he approached his kneeling mate and stood next to her, watching their son. "What you did tonight is punishable by death. An insubordinate princess will not be tolerated in the courts, but since you gave me an heir, you will be spared." Bulma could not stop her shaking as her mate spoke, "Go to bed Trunks." The lavender boy looked up at his father one last time before obliging his demand and settling in bed and closing his eyes.
Vegeta turned on his heel and turned to exit the room, Bulma shivered when his cape brushed against her shoulder. "Woman, come with me." Vegeta's gruff voice caused her breath to catch in her throat, but she stood and followed him into the hallway.
Bulma followed her mate down the hallway and through the main foyer that lead to the royal gardens. Vegeta lead her all the way through the garden until they ended up at his father's fountain. Vegeta kept his back to his mate and without saying a word to her and began stripping off his armor, throwing it carelessly to the ground. "Vegeta?" Bulma whispered to him, still trembling from her run from him. "Shut up, wench," he growled at her, thrashing his tail in absolute irritation.
Hot tears began to stream down her face when her mate finally turned around to meet her gaze. His eyes were white with anger and his fangs were more prominent than usual. The oozaru had taken over his body, though he wasn't transforming, his animalistic side was showing. Then it dawned on her, he brought her to the fountain so no one could hear her. Even with Saiyans' elite hearing, this location would keep her screams muffled and no one would come save her.
Before she could run he already had her pinned against the ground and his arm wrapped firmly across her chest, keeping her from moving away from him. Bulma struggled against him, but realized her efforts were futile against the strong Saiyan. "You will never disobey me again. Whether it refuse to believe my word or blatant disrespect like you showed today," he growled into her ear. Bulma turned her head to the side and allowed the tears to fall into the grass under her head. She could hear the skirt to her evening gown rip, exposing her intimate flesh to the cool night air.
Vegeta's erection pressed firmly against her thigh while his hands discarded the fabric keeping his loins separated from his mate's soft flesh. Once her rear and womanhood was exposed to the prince's ravenous gaze, all clear thought left his mind.
The screams, the blood, the agony was blocked out of his mind as he mutilated his mate's flesh. All the embarrassment from his tour with Frieza; a third class ascending before him; and tonight's embarrassment built up inside the prince and now he was seeking his release.
Meanwhile Bulma lay still underneath her mate, absorbing the thoughts that were filtering through his head and being passed onto her. Each thrust she felt more pain, mentally and physically. She was suffering the mental anguish her mate has suffered the past year and they physical was what he was inflicting upon her. She knew she was bleeding now, she could smell its coppery scent each time he pulled away from her. The scent threw Vegeta into a wave of pleasure causing him to lean forward over his mate. Bulma felt his weight shift over her back and closed her eyes tightly shut, fearing he was going to snap her neck.
Vegeta groaned and released his seed into his mate, relishing in the bliss of pleasure and being in control again. He was the alpha, and he needed to declare that tonight to her. His mouth roamed over the mark on her shoulder, With a grunt he pushed further into her and sunk his fangs into the mark. He broke the skin causing blood to drench the top of her gown, but he continued to bite further.
Bulma shrieked in pain, feeling the muscle rip as Vegeta gnawed at her shoulder in fervent need. Blood began to pool around her head and the pain grew unbearable. She could hear the bones in her shoulder crack and splinter between his power jaws and she felt ligaments snap.
Black began to haze its way around the princess's form, enveloping her into an unconscious land far way from this puddle of blood and her mate. The mate she loved dearly yet the mate who caused her the most pain imaginable.
The only thing that did not keep her from slipping away was her son, whom was tucked safely away in his room oblivious to the heinous actions of his parents.
Author's Note
Well, things definitely have taken a dark path in the House of Vegeta. There is light at the end of the tunnel, but our two favorite lovers will be experiencing a lot of angst. A bad time for trouble between these two, eh? Especially since Gero is infiltrating the palace. *Plot Twist*
x. Hill