Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Words ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )
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By: leavingdress92 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.20.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 365 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.20.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 365 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 11
"A gift my lady," The young Saiyan guard announced as he entered Queen Kumiko's bedroom. "Set it over there," she motioned towards her vanity. The guard suddenly blushed, "I apologize for the misunderstanding, but this gift is intended for Lady Juu." Juu looked up from her work on the Queen's dress at this revelation, "May I enquire who sent it?" Lady Juu placed a pin into the seam to mark her place before approaching the guard.
"The King, my lady." Juu's mouth quickly gaped, "open it" she demanded. The guard obliged and offered the now open gift to Lady Juu. The seamstress gaped at the stunning gift. The present was a jeweled hairpin with black onyx jewels encrusting a butterfly figure. Juu fidgeted with hands to hold back her excitement over the gorgeous jewelry but quickly got control of herself.
"Send it back." Lady Juu commanded. "But, my Lady, it is a great offence to return a gift from the King?" The guard attempted to argue with the blonde, "it is a great offence for him to bestow gifts upon one of his Queen's ladies. Especially when they are in the same room! Now I do not want to repeat myself, send it back!" Lady Juu turned her back on the guard and immediately resumed her work.
Once the guard left Kumiko turned her attention towards the flustered lady. "You did not have to do that."
"It was what is best, my Queen. I wish no disrespect, but my loyalties are to you. I will not be some lady that stands by while the King attempts to cheat on his wife." Juu looked up at her Queen with a serious expression causing the Queen to weakly return the smile. "I admire your honor." Kumiko replied and patted the lady on the head. "Now if you excuse me, I am going to go out for a spar."
Juu watched the Queen leave the room before setting down the fabric and massaging her temple. Gero has been having a hay-day with the events of the palace and the constant input she received from his lab was beginning to give her a headache. The King's new obsession with her was an unexpected event, but Gero is using it to his advantage. He wanted Juu to seduce the King, which caused the young woman to gag at the thought. Then there was the princess, she was a tough person to crack, and also she was too smart for her own good. She could tell the blue haired nymph suspected something, whether it is her natural brains or maternal instinct.
Lady Juu shook her head and returned to her work seeing that she had many dresses to make for the moon festival.
Bulma leaned against windowpane observing the troops training under her mate. She sighed and turned her back on the view. The oozaru side of Vegeta changed her; it made her stronger; she felt as if she matured ten years in a night. Now she knew that she was going to be Queen, and he was to be her King. Most people would believe that she would be damaged from the other night with him, but she wasn't.
After growing up with Saiyans the way they behave when the full moon drew near was no surprise to her. As a child, she observed many female mates taken to the infirmary due to an outburst weeks before the full moon.
As she grew older the moon began to affect her too. The full moon caused Bulma's mood swings and made her irritable. Now that she was mated to a Saiyan, the combination of her hormones with his aggression caused the other night to occur. After speaking with ChiChi, that's what it came to. Vegeta in his right frame of mind would never have acted in that manner.
Bulma subconsciously rubbed her hand over her shoulder, feeling the tight skin from where he bit her. Her once flawless skin was now marred with multiple bite marks, some ragged while others were crisp crescent shapes. "Oh Vegeta, look what you did," she whispered to herself.
That night after she fell unconscious, the Prince brought her to his regeneration tank to be healed. While the liquid washed over her body and replicated her DNA, she could feel his presence. He remained by her side the whole evening while her body healed itself and she recuperated from what happened. Once she was conscious but still submerged in the tank, she reached out to him.
Vegeta, I am sorry for what I did. It was childish, but why? Why did you lay a hand on me like that?
Woman, it was the moon. The oozaru took over and I lost it. I wasn't aware of what I was doing until it was too late. If you can accept my apology, please do so. I never have laid a hand against you nor will I do so ever again. Bulma I beg you, my mate. You gave me everything without me giving anything in return. You gave me an heir; you gave me a second chance, why did I do this to you?
Vegeta, you are my mate. I will always be by your side. I finally have learned what it is like to be Saiyan. Tonight you showed me everything I didn't understand about you, from your time to Frieza to your death on Namek. Now I know. Your heart is pure when it comes to me, and I will never doubt you again.
Woman, I love you.
Bulma's eyes shot open at her mate's admission. She leaned forward in the tank and placed a hand against the glass near his face. Vegeta's eyes widened at her movement and covered her hand over the glass with his own. Bulma studied his face intently, committing this moment to memory. Vegeta let out a sigh, this was too much for him, and everything he had been through finally broke to the surface.
Do you still want to be my Queen?ÊBulma's eyes softened,ÊYes, Vegeta, I still want to be your Queen. But most importantly, I still want to be your mate because I love you too.
Vegeta backed away from the glass and brought his hands up to his face, shielding his eyes from Bulma.ÊVegeta?
The Prince began to shake when he heard her voice again but slowly brought down his hands. Tears were streaming down his face and pure love flooded through his eyes and into Bulma's heart.
Get me out of this thing.ÊShe demanded him, and he scampered to the control panel and punched in a few buttons causing the tank to immediately drain. One the glass casing opened up Vegeta jumped inside the tank and quickly removed her breathing apparatus and wrapped his strong arms around her small frame. "Woman I am so sorry," he muffled into the crook of her neck through ragged sobs. Bulma gently placed her hands behind his head and stroked the nape of his neck. "We are okay, Vegeta. I am still here, you are still here, and I just love you so much." Bulma pulled away from her Prince only to pull his face into a passionate kiss.
"She did what?"
The King was furious Juu returned his gift, how dare she show that much disrespect towards her King. "I tried to reason with her, sir. But she refused to listen!" The guard backed away from the irate King, fearing his life. "Well you obviously did not do enough!" The King made a final point to his statement with a fatal ki blast to the guard's chest causing him instantly drop to the floor.
"My King, I am sure the young woman meant no harm." The young guard approached the King from a dark corner in the king's chambers. The older Saiyan eyed the newcomer suspiciously, debating whether or not to blast him into the next dimension as well. The guard was one of the smallest soldiers in the King's army, standing at 5'9" with an extremely slender build. Despite his size, the young boy held his own in a spar with the King and quickly became is favorite to spar with. The young guard tossed his long black hair over his shoulder and smirked at the King before diverting his icy blue gaze towards the deceased man.
"Shame, I was quite fond of him." The elder Saiyan frowned at the charred man before dismissing himself.
"Ushi, clean this mess and then meet with me to spar," the King growled out over his shoulder before exiting the room.
Ushi grimaced at the task at hand, thoroughly disgusted that he had to clean up this mess, if his kami-forsaken sister would have accepted the gift then he would not be stuck cleaning this mess.
Bulma placed her five-month-old baby down in his crib for a nap when she heard the ruckus from the King's chambers. The young woman opened her door and peered around the corner to see what was happening, aware that the full moon was just two weeks away and its affects were torturing the Saiyans.
The King stormed down the hallway growling under his breath without noticing Bulma observing him. 'What's up his ass?' she thought before dismissing his actions all together and returning to her room.
Not even five minutes later there was a knock on her door, "come in," Bulma softly responded, cautious not to wake up Trunks. To Bulma's chagrin, Lady Juu slipped through the doorway. "Lady Juu, pleasure as always." Bulma addressed the lady coldly before turning her attention back to her sleeping son.
"Lady Bulma, if you don't mind me asking. What is your opinion of the King?" Juu questioning the King surprised Bulma so she took a seat at her study before addressing Juu.
"The King is a harsh man, he is a strict ruler and values his pride and strength," Bulma sighed before continuing, "With that said, I look to him like a father. He took me in when I was a young girl and he did not have to. He loves his son and his mate, and he has accepted me as his own." Juu nodded her head and kneeled in front of Bulma,"please do not judge me for what I am about to say," Juu pleaded.
"That depends on what it is, Juu." Bulma crossed her arms and frowned at the lady below her. "The King graced me with a beautiful hair pin today, yet I declined it. It was gifted to me in front of Lady Kumiko and now I am hearing he killed the guard whom delivered it to me. How can a King that you say is so honorable treat his mate this way?" Juu rocked back on her heels and looked up to Bulma.
She could tell Juu was disturbed by the King's actions, and Bulma was quite surprised the King would do this to Kumiko. "Like I said, the King is a harsh man, and a proud man. He is probably upset that you returned his gift. As far as the Queen, I have no idea. I am mated to her son, but what happens between her and the King are not of my business."
Juu nodded her head before standing, "Thank you for speaking with me. Anyways, I need to get your measurements for the moon festival." Bulma nodded and began stripping down to her under garments.
The two women remained silent until Juu was finished with her measurements. "Your outfit shall be ready in a week. Until then." Juu curtsied and dismissed herself from Bulma's room.
The Princess watched Juu leave and shook her head in disbelief. 'How could the King do this? Seek out another mistress?' Trunks interrupted Bulma's thoughts with a small cry. "Hey baby, did you have a good nap?" She smiled down to the little boy, taking in the sight of him in his crib. "You aren't going to be this little long, in seven months you'll be a year old." Bulma reached down and picked up her son rocking him in her arms. "Pew! You are a stinky boy!" Bulma giggled at her son before taking him to the changing table.
While she was changing out her son's diaper, Vegeta entered the room, "quite the busy woman are we?" Bulma perked an eyebrow up at her mate. "Vegeta your father is pursuing Juu. As much as I do not like the woman, she came in here pretty distraught. Vegeta approached his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. "That dirty old man," he nuzzled into her neck, "it is common for older Saiyans to seek out mistresses. I do not approve of this behavior frankly it disgusts me." Bulma nodded her head while picking up Trunks and turning to Vegeta. "So are you saying when I am old and worn you are going to seek out a new younger model?" Bulma smirked at Vegeta sudden shift in behavior; she obviously struck a cord with him.
"Never." He smiled at his mate, taking in her beautiful figure. "How's the boy?" Bulma looked down at their son and smiled, "He is well, and he looks so much like you. Vegeta reached out and took Trunks from her arms. "He is really strong, I feel one day he will surpass me."
Bulma placed a hand on her mate's cheek and smiled when he leaned into its warmth. "That is a long time from now, my love." Vegeta shifted Trunks to his side and captured his mate's lips in a kiss.
Dr. Gero circled the large incubation tank he kept secure deeper into his lab. The embryo was no larger than a grapefruit, but its size wasn't indicative of its strength. "My son coming a long beautifully, I see." He pressed his face against the glass while letting out an evil laugh.
The absolute mayhem occurring the house of Vegeta was too perfect, his plan was easily falling into motion. "Eighteen is going to be a problem, I obviously did not spend enough time eliminating her human ability to feel right from wrong. Her conscience is going to interfere with her possible relationship with the King. Maybe if I implemented an update in her system that caused her pain every time she went against my command. Why yes, that is a marvelous idea!" Gero scurried to his lab bench and began working out the codes for this new update to keep Eighteen at bay.
"Oh Prince Vegeta, you thought you got away from the Cold Empire on Namek. You are about to have a rude awakening my monkey prince!" Gero stroked his mustache as the memory began to come to him.
"I want you to find a way to destroy that monkey race; they have killed Frieza and have taken over the empire. I need your help; my hands are tied due to my lack of strength compared to the Saiyans. However with your brain and my funds, we can find a way to bring them to their knees!" Gero looked up at Cooler in disbelief, Frieza was gone. He could not believe it. He and Frieza were long time friends, and Gero believed that they would be more once the lizard prince returned from Namek.
Tears began to stream down the old man's face as he pictured Frieza's demise at the hands of the Saiyans. "Enough with your tears, old man. The Icejins need to get the empire back into their dominion and rid of these Saiyans for once and for all." Gero stumbled backwards as Cooler's words finally sunk in. "I have been Frieza's loyal medic and scientist for over a decade now, I will do anything in my power to avenge his untimely death." Cooler pursed his slim lips at Gero's words. "We all know how much Frieza meant to you, which makes me believe you would be the right man for the job."
Gero wiped away a stray tear from the corner of his eye when he remembered his past love obsession and how he would never have that chance. "Those Saiyans took away what was dear to me, so I will take away what is dear to them!" Gero cackled evilly and gave the incubator tank one last look before turning off the lights and leaving his lab for the evening.
Later that evening Bulma was putting Trunks to bed when Vegeta appeared at the nursery doorway. Bulma smiled at her mate while motioning for him to remain silent so Trunks would not be disturbed. Vegeta nodded and patiently waited for his mate to finish tending to their son.
Hurry up woman. Quit coddling the boy!
Oh shut up Vegeta. I will coddle him all I want. He won't be a baby forever.
Vegeta smirked at his mate and continued to observe her meticulous care to their son. Once Bulma was sure her son was secure for the night she turned off the lamp and approached her waiting mate. "He's finally asleep, Vegeta." She looked up and smiled at her mate, which was returned with a snort as she quietly shut the door.
"Bulma, I have something for you." Bulma paused and looked down at Vegeta's clutched hand. "Close your eyes and hold your hands out." The young woman quietly obliged his request and cupped her hands together. Even though Bulma could not see, she grew excited when the thin metal made contact with her palm. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the present in her hand.
Tears began to form in her eyes as she picked up the necklace; it was the most beautiful gift she ever received. Attached to the slim silver chain was a sapphire locket encrusted with diamonds. "Open it, my love." Vegeta whispered into her ear as he brushed his hands against her biceps. Bulma shivered at his touch and her lip began to tremble when she read the engraving inside the locket.
You are my moon Ð V
Bulma looked up at her mate and with a shaky voice, "Vegeta it is beautiful. I love you so much!" Vegeta was not prepared for her to launch herself at him, so he was easily knocked off balance when she sprung towards him wrapping her arms around his neck. Vegeta slowly levitated off the ground and carried her in his embrace to their chambers while holding her steady.
Once inside their bedroom he gently laid her across their bed and took the locket from her hands. "Allow me to put this on you, my woman." Bulma shifted on her side and pulled her hair away, giving Vegeta access to her neck. He easily slid the chain around her neck and clasped it closed followed by a kiss on the lock. He trailed his kisses to her bite marks making sure to kiss each one before capturing her lips in a loving kiss.
My Queen, I will never leave your side.ÊTears burned down Bulma's cheeks causing the kiss to deepen. Vegeta licked away the salty liquid from her lips while pulling her into his lap. His hands roamed over her fragile form clad in only a sheer nightgown clinging to her curves. He moved his hands over each of her curves until reaching the juncture between her thighs. She immediately opened them up to the intruder, allowing Vegeta access to her sacred area. He wasted no time pulling away the flimsy fabric and dipping a finger into his mate's entrance.
Bulma threw her head back in ecstasy, thoroughly enjoying the sensations he was feeding her. Vegeta leaned back on their bed allowing Bulma to press into his chest while he pleasured her. Being with his mate was the ultimate form of pleasure Vegeta could receive in this life, and tonight he was making it his mission to do so. With his free hand he reached upwards and began massaging her chest and covering her jaw with soft kisses.
Bulma rotated around so that she was facing Vegeta, meeting his kisses with a passionate kiss of her own. Vegeta pulled her tightly to his chest and laid down on the soft mattress allowing her free access to his body. Bulma roamed her hands over his abdomen until she reached the waistband of his spandex and slid it off with ease. The Saiyan shivered against the contact of her soft touch, instantly sheathing himself into her warmth.
He threw his mate down on the mattress and slowly took her into a land of pleasure and made love to her many times that evening.
Later that evening after Bulma fell asleep, Vegeta did not find sleep as easily. He could feel his father's ki spiking at an alarming rate. 'Damn it old man, what is it now?' Vegeta let out a low growl and tossed away the bed sheets and got out of bed. He quickly put on a flight suit with a simple training armor with boots and gloves before heading out the door. The prince stealthily stormed through the hallways until he could hear his father arguing with someone. He quirked an eyebrow and suppressed his ki so he could remain unnoticed.
"How dare you refuse a gift of mine you cunt?"
"I did it because you are a married man!"
"I want you, and I will have you damn it!"
He pressed his back against the wall and craned his neck around the corner to observe the argument his father was participating in. Vegeta's mouth gaped at what he saw and let out a warning growl in disgust.
The King had Lady Juu pressed over a decorative table that his mother furnished the hallways with and her skirt was ripped past her hip. The King was abusing the poor girl's body in the most dishonorable way mentionable. The Prince could not bear to watch any more and he quickly ascended to super Saiyan, making his presence known.
The King paused like a deer caught in the headlights, terrified at the sight of his son. The Prince charged forward and planted both his feet into the man's neck, causing him to withdraw from Juu and fall to the floor.
"A man of your kind has no honor being king." Vegeta looked down at his father as he said those words and knew that it was time to succeed him as the kings of Vegetasei succeeded their fathers.
The prince let out a feral growl and plunged his hand deep into his father's chest, ripping the beating heart from his body. As the blood drained from the former King's body, he watched his son set flame to his now dead heart and letting the ashes fall into the hole in his chest.
Juu fell to the new King's feet wracking with sobs, "Please forgive me, I meant no dishonor." Vegeta glared down at the blonde and without a word he returned to his normal form and left his father's body laying dead next to Juu.
Author's Note
I hope this chapter makes up for the last one! I know some readers did not appreciate the angst in the last chapter, but it was time for Vegeta to surpass his father and become King which is why I ended the elder Vegeta's life this way. I know many of you are probably wondering about Eighteen, Seventeen, and Gero. Well, you shall see. I have interesting things planned for them :)
As far as Bulma and Vegeta go, thinks will be smooth here on out for them as a couple as they face the hard times ruling an empire.
Please review!
X. Hill
"A gift my lady," The young Saiyan guard announced as he entered Queen Kumiko's bedroom. "Set it over there," she motioned towards her vanity. The guard suddenly blushed, "I apologize for the misunderstanding, but this gift is intended for Lady Juu." Juu looked up from her work on the Queen's dress at this revelation, "May I enquire who sent it?" Lady Juu placed a pin into the seam to mark her place before approaching the guard.
"The King, my lady." Juu's mouth quickly gaped, "open it" she demanded. The guard obliged and offered the now open gift to Lady Juu. The seamstress gaped at the stunning gift. The present was a jeweled hairpin with black onyx jewels encrusting a butterfly figure. Juu fidgeted with hands to hold back her excitement over the gorgeous jewelry but quickly got control of herself.
"Send it back." Lady Juu commanded. "But, my Lady, it is a great offence to return a gift from the King?" The guard attempted to argue with the blonde, "it is a great offence for him to bestow gifts upon one of his Queen's ladies. Especially when they are in the same room! Now I do not want to repeat myself, send it back!" Lady Juu turned her back on the guard and immediately resumed her work.
Once the guard left Kumiko turned her attention towards the flustered lady. "You did not have to do that."
"It was what is best, my Queen. I wish no disrespect, but my loyalties are to you. I will not be some lady that stands by while the King attempts to cheat on his wife." Juu looked up at her Queen with a serious expression causing the Queen to weakly return the smile. "I admire your honor." Kumiko replied and patted the lady on the head. "Now if you excuse me, I am going to go out for a spar."
Juu watched the Queen leave the room before setting down the fabric and massaging her temple. Gero has been having a hay-day with the events of the palace and the constant input she received from his lab was beginning to give her a headache. The King's new obsession with her was an unexpected event, but Gero is using it to his advantage. He wanted Juu to seduce the King, which caused the young woman to gag at the thought. Then there was the princess, she was a tough person to crack, and also she was too smart for her own good. She could tell the blue haired nymph suspected something, whether it is her natural brains or maternal instinct.
Lady Juu shook her head and returned to her work seeing that she had many dresses to make for the moon festival.
Bulma leaned against windowpane observing the troops training under her mate. She sighed and turned her back on the view. The oozaru side of Vegeta changed her; it made her stronger; she felt as if she matured ten years in a night. Now she knew that she was going to be Queen, and he was to be her King. Most people would believe that she would be damaged from the other night with him, but she wasn't.
After growing up with Saiyans the way they behave when the full moon drew near was no surprise to her. As a child, she observed many female mates taken to the infirmary due to an outburst weeks before the full moon.
As she grew older the moon began to affect her too. The full moon caused Bulma's mood swings and made her irritable. Now that she was mated to a Saiyan, the combination of her hormones with his aggression caused the other night to occur. After speaking with ChiChi, that's what it came to. Vegeta in his right frame of mind would never have acted in that manner.
Bulma subconsciously rubbed her hand over her shoulder, feeling the tight skin from where he bit her. Her once flawless skin was now marred with multiple bite marks, some ragged while others were crisp crescent shapes. "Oh Vegeta, look what you did," she whispered to herself.
That night after she fell unconscious, the Prince brought her to his regeneration tank to be healed. While the liquid washed over her body and replicated her DNA, she could feel his presence. He remained by her side the whole evening while her body healed itself and she recuperated from what happened. Once she was conscious but still submerged in the tank, she reached out to him.
Vegeta, I am sorry for what I did. It was childish, but why? Why did you lay a hand on me like that?
Woman, it was the moon. The oozaru took over and I lost it. I wasn't aware of what I was doing until it was too late. If you can accept my apology, please do so. I never have laid a hand against you nor will I do so ever again. Bulma I beg you, my mate. You gave me everything without me giving anything in return. You gave me an heir; you gave me a second chance, why did I do this to you?
Vegeta, you are my mate. I will always be by your side. I finally have learned what it is like to be Saiyan. Tonight you showed me everything I didn't understand about you, from your time to Frieza to your death on Namek. Now I know. Your heart is pure when it comes to me, and I will never doubt you again.
Woman, I love you.
Bulma's eyes shot open at her mate's admission. She leaned forward in the tank and placed a hand against the glass near his face. Vegeta's eyes widened at her movement and covered her hand over the glass with his own. Bulma studied his face intently, committing this moment to memory. Vegeta let out a sigh, this was too much for him, and everything he had been through finally broke to the surface.
Do you still want to be my Queen?ÊBulma's eyes softened,ÊYes, Vegeta, I still want to be your Queen. But most importantly, I still want to be your mate because I love you too.
Vegeta backed away from the glass and brought his hands up to his face, shielding his eyes from Bulma.ÊVegeta?
The Prince began to shake when he heard her voice again but slowly brought down his hands. Tears were streaming down his face and pure love flooded through his eyes and into Bulma's heart.
Get me out of this thing.ÊShe demanded him, and he scampered to the control panel and punched in a few buttons causing the tank to immediately drain. One the glass casing opened up Vegeta jumped inside the tank and quickly removed her breathing apparatus and wrapped his strong arms around her small frame. "Woman I am so sorry," he muffled into the crook of her neck through ragged sobs. Bulma gently placed her hands behind his head and stroked the nape of his neck. "We are okay, Vegeta. I am still here, you are still here, and I just love you so much." Bulma pulled away from her Prince only to pull his face into a passionate kiss.
"She did what?"
The King was furious Juu returned his gift, how dare she show that much disrespect towards her King. "I tried to reason with her, sir. But she refused to listen!" The guard backed away from the irate King, fearing his life. "Well you obviously did not do enough!" The King made a final point to his statement with a fatal ki blast to the guard's chest causing him instantly drop to the floor.
"My King, I am sure the young woman meant no harm." The young guard approached the King from a dark corner in the king's chambers. The older Saiyan eyed the newcomer suspiciously, debating whether or not to blast him into the next dimension as well. The guard was one of the smallest soldiers in the King's army, standing at 5'9" with an extremely slender build. Despite his size, the young boy held his own in a spar with the King and quickly became is favorite to spar with. The young guard tossed his long black hair over his shoulder and smirked at the King before diverting his icy blue gaze towards the deceased man.
"Shame, I was quite fond of him." The elder Saiyan frowned at the charred man before dismissing himself.
"Ushi, clean this mess and then meet with me to spar," the King growled out over his shoulder before exiting the room.
Ushi grimaced at the task at hand, thoroughly disgusted that he had to clean up this mess, if his kami-forsaken sister would have accepted the gift then he would not be stuck cleaning this mess.
Bulma placed her five-month-old baby down in his crib for a nap when she heard the ruckus from the King's chambers. The young woman opened her door and peered around the corner to see what was happening, aware that the full moon was just two weeks away and its affects were torturing the Saiyans.
The King stormed down the hallway growling under his breath without noticing Bulma observing him. 'What's up his ass?' she thought before dismissing his actions all together and returning to her room.
Not even five minutes later there was a knock on her door, "come in," Bulma softly responded, cautious not to wake up Trunks. To Bulma's chagrin, Lady Juu slipped through the doorway. "Lady Juu, pleasure as always." Bulma addressed the lady coldly before turning her attention back to her sleeping son.
"Lady Bulma, if you don't mind me asking. What is your opinion of the King?" Juu questioning the King surprised Bulma so she took a seat at her study before addressing Juu.
"The King is a harsh man, he is a strict ruler and values his pride and strength," Bulma sighed before continuing, "With that said, I look to him like a father. He took me in when I was a young girl and he did not have to. He loves his son and his mate, and he has accepted me as his own." Juu nodded her head and kneeled in front of Bulma,"please do not judge me for what I am about to say," Juu pleaded.
"That depends on what it is, Juu." Bulma crossed her arms and frowned at the lady below her. "The King graced me with a beautiful hair pin today, yet I declined it. It was gifted to me in front of Lady Kumiko and now I am hearing he killed the guard whom delivered it to me. How can a King that you say is so honorable treat his mate this way?" Juu rocked back on her heels and looked up to Bulma.
She could tell Juu was disturbed by the King's actions, and Bulma was quite surprised the King would do this to Kumiko. "Like I said, the King is a harsh man, and a proud man. He is probably upset that you returned his gift. As far as the Queen, I have no idea. I am mated to her son, but what happens between her and the King are not of my business."
Juu nodded her head before standing, "Thank you for speaking with me. Anyways, I need to get your measurements for the moon festival." Bulma nodded and began stripping down to her under garments.
The two women remained silent until Juu was finished with her measurements. "Your outfit shall be ready in a week. Until then." Juu curtsied and dismissed herself from Bulma's room.
The Princess watched Juu leave and shook her head in disbelief. 'How could the King do this? Seek out another mistress?' Trunks interrupted Bulma's thoughts with a small cry. "Hey baby, did you have a good nap?" She smiled down to the little boy, taking in the sight of him in his crib. "You aren't going to be this little long, in seven months you'll be a year old." Bulma reached down and picked up her son rocking him in her arms. "Pew! You are a stinky boy!" Bulma giggled at her son before taking him to the changing table.
While she was changing out her son's diaper, Vegeta entered the room, "quite the busy woman are we?" Bulma perked an eyebrow up at her mate. "Vegeta your father is pursuing Juu. As much as I do not like the woman, she came in here pretty distraught. Vegeta approached his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. "That dirty old man," he nuzzled into her neck, "it is common for older Saiyans to seek out mistresses. I do not approve of this behavior frankly it disgusts me." Bulma nodded her head while picking up Trunks and turning to Vegeta. "So are you saying when I am old and worn you are going to seek out a new younger model?" Bulma smirked at Vegeta sudden shift in behavior; she obviously struck a cord with him.
"Never." He smiled at his mate, taking in her beautiful figure. "How's the boy?" Bulma looked down at their son and smiled, "He is well, and he looks so much like you. Vegeta reached out and took Trunks from her arms. "He is really strong, I feel one day he will surpass me."
Bulma placed a hand on her mate's cheek and smiled when he leaned into its warmth. "That is a long time from now, my love." Vegeta shifted Trunks to his side and captured his mate's lips in a kiss.
Dr. Gero circled the large incubation tank he kept secure deeper into his lab. The embryo was no larger than a grapefruit, but its size wasn't indicative of its strength. "My son coming a long beautifully, I see." He pressed his face against the glass while letting out an evil laugh.
The absolute mayhem occurring the house of Vegeta was too perfect, his plan was easily falling into motion. "Eighteen is going to be a problem, I obviously did not spend enough time eliminating her human ability to feel right from wrong. Her conscience is going to interfere with her possible relationship with the King. Maybe if I implemented an update in her system that caused her pain every time she went against my command. Why yes, that is a marvelous idea!" Gero scurried to his lab bench and began working out the codes for this new update to keep Eighteen at bay.
"Oh Prince Vegeta, you thought you got away from the Cold Empire on Namek. You are about to have a rude awakening my monkey prince!" Gero stroked his mustache as the memory began to come to him.
"I want you to find a way to destroy that monkey race; they have killed Frieza and have taken over the empire. I need your help; my hands are tied due to my lack of strength compared to the Saiyans. However with your brain and my funds, we can find a way to bring them to their knees!" Gero looked up at Cooler in disbelief, Frieza was gone. He could not believe it. He and Frieza were long time friends, and Gero believed that they would be more once the lizard prince returned from Namek.
Tears began to stream down the old man's face as he pictured Frieza's demise at the hands of the Saiyans. "Enough with your tears, old man. The Icejins need to get the empire back into their dominion and rid of these Saiyans for once and for all." Gero stumbled backwards as Cooler's words finally sunk in. "I have been Frieza's loyal medic and scientist for over a decade now, I will do anything in my power to avenge his untimely death." Cooler pursed his slim lips at Gero's words. "We all know how much Frieza meant to you, which makes me believe you would be the right man for the job."
Gero wiped away a stray tear from the corner of his eye when he remembered his past love obsession and how he would never have that chance. "Those Saiyans took away what was dear to me, so I will take away what is dear to them!" Gero cackled evilly and gave the incubator tank one last look before turning off the lights and leaving his lab for the evening.
Later that evening Bulma was putting Trunks to bed when Vegeta appeared at the nursery doorway. Bulma smiled at her mate while motioning for him to remain silent so Trunks would not be disturbed. Vegeta nodded and patiently waited for his mate to finish tending to their son.
Hurry up woman. Quit coddling the boy!
Oh shut up Vegeta. I will coddle him all I want. He won't be a baby forever.
Vegeta smirked at his mate and continued to observe her meticulous care to their son. Once Bulma was sure her son was secure for the night she turned off the lamp and approached her waiting mate. "He's finally asleep, Vegeta." She looked up and smiled at her mate, which was returned with a snort as she quietly shut the door.
"Bulma, I have something for you." Bulma paused and looked down at Vegeta's clutched hand. "Close your eyes and hold your hands out." The young woman quietly obliged his request and cupped her hands together. Even though Bulma could not see, she grew excited when the thin metal made contact with her palm. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the present in her hand.
Tears began to form in her eyes as she picked up the necklace; it was the most beautiful gift she ever received. Attached to the slim silver chain was a sapphire locket encrusted with diamonds. "Open it, my love." Vegeta whispered into her ear as he brushed his hands against her biceps. Bulma shivered at his touch and her lip began to tremble when she read the engraving inside the locket.
You are my moon Ð V
Bulma looked up at her mate and with a shaky voice, "Vegeta it is beautiful. I love you so much!" Vegeta was not prepared for her to launch herself at him, so he was easily knocked off balance when she sprung towards him wrapping her arms around his neck. Vegeta slowly levitated off the ground and carried her in his embrace to their chambers while holding her steady.
Once inside their bedroom he gently laid her across their bed and took the locket from her hands. "Allow me to put this on you, my woman." Bulma shifted on her side and pulled her hair away, giving Vegeta access to her neck. He easily slid the chain around her neck and clasped it closed followed by a kiss on the lock. He trailed his kisses to her bite marks making sure to kiss each one before capturing her lips in a loving kiss.
My Queen, I will never leave your side.ÊTears burned down Bulma's cheeks causing the kiss to deepen. Vegeta licked away the salty liquid from her lips while pulling her into his lap. His hands roamed over her fragile form clad in only a sheer nightgown clinging to her curves. He moved his hands over each of her curves until reaching the juncture between her thighs. She immediately opened them up to the intruder, allowing Vegeta access to her sacred area. He wasted no time pulling away the flimsy fabric and dipping a finger into his mate's entrance.
Bulma threw her head back in ecstasy, thoroughly enjoying the sensations he was feeding her. Vegeta leaned back on their bed allowing Bulma to press into his chest while he pleasured her. Being with his mate was the ultimate form of pleasure Vegeta could receive in this life, and tonight he was making it his mission to do so. With his free hand he reached upwards and began massaging her chest and covering her jaw with soft kisses.
Bulma rotated around so that she was facing Vegeta, meeting his kisses with a passionate kiss of her own. Vegeta pulled her tightly to his chest and laid down on the soft mattress allowing her free access to his body. Bulma roamed her hands over his abdomen until she reached the waistband of his spandex and slid it off with ease. The Saiyan shivered against the contact of her soft touch, instantly sheathing himself into her warmth.
He threw his mate down on the mattress and slowly took her into a land of pleasure and made love to her many times that evening.
Later that evening after Bulma fell asleep, Vegeta did not find sleep as easily. He could feel his father's ki spiking at an alarming rate. 'Damn it old man, what is it now?' Vegeta let out a low growl and tossed away the bed sheets and got out of bed. He quickly put on a flight suit with a simple training armor with boots and gloves before heading out the door. The prince stealthily stormed through the hallways until he could hear his father arguing with someone. He quirked an eyebrow and suppressed his ki so he could remain unnoticed.
"How dare you refuse a gift of mine you cunt?"
"I did it because you are a married man!"
"I want you, and I will have you damn it!"
He pressed his back against the wall and craned his neck around the corner to observe the argument his father was participating in. Vegeta's mouth gaped at what he saw and let out a warning growl in disgust.
The King had Lady Juu pressed over a decorative table that his mother furnished the hallways with and her skirt was ripped past her hip. The King was abusing the poor girl's body in the most dishonorable way mentionable. The Prince could not bear to watch any more and he quickly ascended to super Saiyan, making his presence known.
The King paused like a deer caught in the headlights, terrified at the sight of his son. The Prince charged forward and planted both his feet into the man's neck, causing him to withdraw from Juu and fall to the floor.
"A man of your kind has no honor being king." Vegeta looked down at his father as he said those words and knew that it was time to succeed him as the kings of Vegetasei succeeded their fathers.
The prince let out a feral growl and plunged his hand deep into his father's chest, ripping the beating heart from his body. As the blood drained from the former King's body, he watched his son set flame to his now dead heart and letting the ashes fall into the hole in his chest.
Juu fell to the new King's feet wracking with sobs, "Please forgive me, I meant no dishonor." Vegeta glared down at the blonde and without a word he returned to his normal form and left his father's body laying dead next to Juu.
Author's Note
I hope this chapter makes up for the last one! I know some readers did not appreciate the angst in the last chapter, but it was time for Vegeta to surpass his father and become King which is why I ended the elder Vegeta's life this way. I know many of you are probably wondering about Eighteen, Seventeen, and Gero. Well, you shall see. I have interesting things planned for them :)
As far as Bulma and Vegeta go, thinks will be smooth here on out for them as a couple as they face the hard times ruling an empire.
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X. Hill