Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Springs ❯ Chapter 16

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Chapter 16


The woman would come to him soon. There was no doubt in his mind that she would come as he had requested, her scent was all the evidence he needed that she hadn't had enough of him as she left the office. Truth be told, he hadn't had enough of her either. There was something about her that made Vegeta want to be inside of her constantly.

He leaned against the railing on the balcony, watching the lights of the city below burn. Each one was a reminder to him of his success, his ascension, and his victory. The same with every star in the sky, each one truly did belong to him, part of his unstoppable empire. Now the Kermanians were his, and just as he had predicted, the rest of the sector began to fall into place. Avallino was only the first. Earlier that day he had received 3 messages from other planets in the sector, requesting talks and treaties for absorption into his empire. After he successfully took over the Vellmina sector, he would declare war on King Kold, if the fool didn't choose to give up first. Kold would have no chance at winning a war once Vegeta's military had expanded. And he had realized something in the last few weeks; the capsule technology would be useful for more than just transporting the Kermanians. The possibilities ran through Vegeta's mind.

"Sire?" came Ardlin's voice from the doorway.

"Yes?" he answered, keeping his back to the doorway. His lips curled into a smirk of anticipation. So she had come, just like he had predicted.

"There is someone here who is rather insistent that he speak to you. Shall I send him away?"

::Him?:: Vegeta thought, feeling the beginnings of anger rising in his stomach. How dare someone demand to see him. He was the king, the ruler of the empire, if he wished to see someone, he would send for them. The fact that the person on the other side of the door was the not woman he had planned to take fiercely from behind the moment she walked in the door infuriated him even more. How dare she disobey him. He turned and headed towards Ardlin. Whoever was on the other side of the door would be dead before he could blink.

Ardlin saw the flash of anger in Vegeta's eyes and got out of the way of the door. This was not going to be a pretty sight, he just hoped he wouldn't be the one to clean up the mess.

"You dare-" Vegeta began, almost knocking the door off the hinges. He froze when he saw the person who had been so insistent on speaking with him. It was Trunks. The boy locked eyes with him, drilling into Vegeta's eyes with his own steely gaze. "You wish to speak to me?" he said, still angry be more interested in why the boy wanted to talk to him. "You have one minute." He said, going back into his room.

Trunks swallowed as he watched Vegeta's back retreat into his room. He was sure that he was dead when he saw Vegeta charge out of the room, murderous rage in his eyes. But the blow had never come. Instead, the look in the older man's eyes was amused and almost a little bit curious. But he didn't have the time to reflect on that now. His time was running short and if he didn't act quickly, Avallino was as good as gone, if it hadn't been destroyed already. He strode after his father, not seeing the look of utter shock on Ardlin's face as he softly pushed the door shut behind him.

Vegeta stood on the balcony, proud and unmovable with his back to Trunks. He was only 5'9", but he was a giant of a man in attitude. He moved to the large double doors of the balcony and gathered all the willpower he had, he could not let Vegeta see that he was scared. He had no idea how to start this conversation, and now, as he stood staring at Vegeta's back, he realized he had bitten off more than he could chew. Vegeta was going to think that he was a fool. He took a deep breath and searched for the words to begin.

"Let me guess, you're here because of that whore." Vegeta said, surprising Trunks and knocking him more speechless than before. "Is she not up to your standards? Are you bored of her already?"

"No sir actually I am here on account of Avallino." Vegeta turned to look at his son.

"What do you know of Avallino, boy?" he asked.

"That they are looking to join an empire and they have petitioned you." He answered smoothly. Vegeta could tell that he was telling the truth. Even if he knew of King Kold and his empire, he did not know of the importance of which empire Avallino and Kermana joined. Trunks continued. "It would be a very profitable merger."

"Oh and how is that? What could this worthless planet offer me? They have nothing I want." Vegeta spat back, curious to see how the boy thought. His mind was already made up on Avallino; it had been since the moment he received the first transmission from them. He would accept them so the Vellmina sector would be his. But leading the boy on like this may prove to be an entertaining venture.

"Well its location would make a good place for a trading post and the goods that they produce could bring a lot of money into the empire." Trunks said, trying to remember bits and pieces of what Teresa had told him. He wished that he had thought about this longer before facing Vegeta, he felt that he was drowning.

"You think so?"

"Yes."

"You believe in this venture?"

"Yes..." he hesitated. Vegeta was listening to him?

"I'm not saying yes, boy. However, you will write up a proposal to prove to me that the merger between my empire and Avallino will be financially beneficial to me. If you are convincing enough, and the benefits far outweigh the costs, I may consider it." Trunks hid his smile.

"How long do I have to do this?"

"You have 48 hours. Do not be one second late or you will suffer the consequences. Understand me boy?"

"Yes."

"You may leave now." Vegeta said, turning his back once more to Trunks. Trunks turned and reached the doorway. Stopping, he turned to stare at Vegeta, his shoulders silhouetted against the sky. Vegeta had given him a chance, that's more than he ever expected from the proud Saiyan. A small smile spread across his face.

"Thank you. Father." Trunks whispered softly, softly enough so that Vegeta would not overhear him. The distance between them made that easy. Trunks left the room.


The sound of Trunks' footsteps faded as he headed back to his room. Ardlin stood frozen off to the side of the door, where he had been during Trunks' and Vegeta's conversation. He hadn't heard most of it, since it had taken place outside on the balcony. That was fine with Ardlin, he had never been one to intentionally listen in on anyone's conversation, despite his excellent hearing. His hearing was even better than a Saiyan's. But he hadn't been able to help it when the young boy left the room.

He had been standing guard, just as he always did when he led a visitor to the royal chambers. There were other guards he could have do it, not that Vegeta needed protection, but Ardlin preferred to do it himself. If his king needed him, he would be there. And standing there against the wall, he had heard the boy whisper words that would have been blasphemous had he heard them as a rumor. Father? Vegeta was that boy's father?

Even as the words sunk in, Ardlin could hardly believe them. They made sense however. It explained why Vegeta didn't kill the boy when he came out of the room, so full of anger and murderous tendencies. It explained why he had even given the boy a second of his time. And it explained why he had seemed so troubled when he first encountered the boy on Earth. He even let him come along with Bulma. It hit Ardlin like a punch from a powerful opponent. Perhaps the rumors were true. There had always been rumors of a woman on Namek, a woman hiding in the rocks with the soldiers as Vegeta fought his first battle as a Super Saiyan against Frieza. There was never any confirmation of a woman's presence on Namek, and the rumors eventually died down.

And now a woman had come to the capital, a woman that Vegeta knew from a long time ago, with a purple-haired son. A son that looked so much like Vegeta that Ardlin kicked himself for not seeing it earlier. That meant that the boy that Ardlin had offered to escort back to his chambers just a few minutes earlier, the one that was so kind, down-to-earth and intelligent, was the heir to the throne of the empire. And perhaps the entire universe.


Bulma peaked around the corner to see if there was anyone standing guard outside Vegeta's room. She saw Ardlin's back retreating down the hallway. Once he turned the corner, she approached the door. Standing there, in front of the simple yet elegant door that enclosed the royal chamber, she felt her stomach twist into knots. Why was she nervous? She was a grown woman, capable of admitting to herself that she had sexual desires and needs. So why did she feel embarrassed to knock on the door? Did she think that it would make Vegeta think she was cheap? She had given herself to him so easily on Namek; even here she had given into him quicker than she had ever given in to another man. What was it about him? What made her quiver at the very idea of his touch, send shivers down her spine with a glimpse of that knowing look in his eye? What made her so willing to do things that she had never done with another man, knowing that every move she made with him was somehow right? She moved her hand to the door.

The knock shook Vegeta from his thoughts. He had been thinking of the boy. This proposal was a test for him, a test that he had to pass. But the boy would have to wait, there were more important things at the moment, the blue haired woman on the other side of his door was one of them.

"Enter." He said calmly, watching the door open slowly. She entered like an angel, proud and elegant, a queen in her own mind. She walked into his room like she owned it, meeting his eyes without a trace of hesitation. She shut the door behind her. "So." He said, walking slowly over to her. She looked at him with the smoky eyes of a Hollywood sex goddess. She was to far in to stop now, her body was screaming at her to have him inside of her, all of him as quickly as possible. Untying the sash of her wrap dress, she let it fall to the floor, revealing the secret weapon that was her lingerie. Black heels, black thigh high stockings with matching garter and bra, topped off by lack of panties and a perfectly shaved womanhood. She heard a growl low in his throat as he looked at her, his eyes drifting over her body and fastening onto her now bald nether region.

Walking over to the bed, she stretched out on the sheets, looking at him and asking him to join her with her eyes. She was determined to be the temptress tonight.

"Aren't you going to join me Vegeta?" she asked, running her hands over her thighs, brushing them lightly over the now hairless surface. He couldn't take it. He had no idea she was going to walk in here and blow his mind with a trick like shaving. It sent him into a frenzy that he was barely holding back. So the little minx was adventurous? It meant they could have more fun.

Before she could blink Vegeta was kneeling on the bed, staring at her. He tossed her shoes off and ripped the stockings off her body with his teeth. Kissing her body from the tip of her toes up her legs, he eyed his prize. He licked along the side of her thigh before running his tongue along her folds. It was different to feel her like that, not better, but just different. He didn't care though, hair or not, her nectar made him feel invincible. He spread her legs wider, as he devoured her with his tongue. She began to moan, low at first as he did his work. Her hands moved down, spreading her lips wider to allow him better access to her. He moaned when he saw what she had done. It turned him on to know that she liked what he was doing to her and that she wanted more.

Her moans got louder as she reached a climax. It had to be one of the quickest climaxes she ever reached. He grinned. This was going quicker than he anticipated, but it was all right, they had all night. Flipping her onto her knees, he positioned himself behind her and entered her womanhood from the back. She groaned at his movement as he thrust slowly into her at first. He increased his thrusts, pushing face forward and into the sheets, allowing him perfect access to her deepest depths. She screamed in pleasure as he increased the tempo, almost ripping the sheets with her nails. He felt her inner walls tighten around him and he exploded within her as she cried out his name over and over again.

Even though it was over quickly, the foreplay negated for nothing more than urgent lust, Bulma smiled as she flopped onto her back, tossing her bra to the floor. Vegeta collapsed beside her, looking at her with a satisfied look in his eyes. She grabbed the base of his penis and began to stroke it, feeling it harden under her touch. It was going to be a wonderful night.




The microbes attacked each other on the slide under the microscope. This stage in the process was always the most difficult, in Dr. Farling's opinion. It was never just right; it took forever to tweak something like this to make it exactly perfect. It was like being an artist; there was always one sections of the painting that could be improved. The door opened right on time; he had been expecting him for some time now.

"Hello Sire." He said, turning to face the man behind him.

"Well? How's it coming?" the man demanded.

"These things take time Sire, but it's coming along wonderfully."

"How long?"

"Well since this is such a special project it's taking me a bit longer than usual just to develop it, and of course, then I have to test it to get the dosage just right -"

"How long?" he demanded again.

"7 to 9 months."

"That's fine. I can wait until the universe stops expanding for this." Kooler said, leaving the laboratory with a smile on his face.