Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Event to Last a Lifetime ❯ CH12 ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

What did she just say to me? She has to be joking. "Onna, you haven't even been here one day yet. I have not chosen you as a mate. I refuse to 'teach' you anything of that sort," Vegeta said while his cheeks were growing pink. SMACK "How dare you think such things. I was not even talking about that. You have a very dirty mind. I am not some whore in your harem that you can take advantage of." Bulma was now furious and shaking her fists in Vegeta's face. A hand tightened around her throat and threw her up against the wall behind her. Her feet were no longer touching the ground and her hands were desperately trying to free her throat from the unbearable pain. She opened her eyes to see two dark obsidian orbs looking back at her. The Saiyan's eyes were clouded with rage, but behind that lay uneasiness. "Do not ever lay another hand on me again, wench, or my body will be the last thing you touch with it. Who do you think you are fooling? I am the Saiyan Prince and nothing gets by me. Why do you act so tough all the time. Any one could see right through your act if they took the time to. You might portray a strong minded woman on the outside, but on the inside you are nothing, but a weak girl." With that he lowered his hand from her throat. Bulma slid down the wall to the floor beneath her. She started to rub her throat while Vegeta turned his back to her. I can't believe he just said those things to me. He doesn't even know me. Well, I will just have to show him how this 'weak girl' plays rough. Vegeta was standing at arms length in front of Bulma. She reached out with out making a sound, grabbed both of Vegeta's legs and pulled them out from under him. She could only do this because he had his guard down. He caught himself with his hands before his face could hit the ground. He swerved his body to face her, but remained on the floor. "You are no better than me, Prince, so maybe you should take a position down here with me. I am not as weak as you may imagine," Bulma had an evil glare in her eyes. She thinks I will fall for her tricks. Oh, Princess, I am not as dumb as you may think. "So you are not weak, but you have to attack when your enemy is not looking. How honorable?" This jerk is really starting to get under my skin. What is it with Saiyans and honor? "It is not my problem that my 'enemy' thinks I am weak so he lets his guard down. Maybe you should reevaluate your logic. Tell me, Vegeta, since when did you become my enemy? I guess the saying is correct then. Keep friends close, but keep enemies closer. Is that why you are letting me stay in your quarters instead of my own?" Bulma was beaming through her entire spell. I know this will make him mad. Let's see if he slips up and shows some emotions. Vegeta glowered at the ground like it would give him an answer. I have him exactly where I want him. He has no choice but to...laugh. Is he laughing? Vegeta suddenly looked up at the Princess with a smirk on his face. "You think I have feelings for you. Do not try to trick me into baring my soul when there is nothing to bare. I decided to let you stay in my room so I may catch the fool that attacked you. Saiyans do not approve of rape. Whether it is forced on a Saiyan woman or a woman of a different species." He lifted himself off of the floor and paced the room. "To think, me have feelings for an unsubstantial Earthling onna. I am the Saiyan Prince. I have no feelings," he said the last glaring at Bulma. She picked herself up off the ground and slowly made her way to Vegeta. She swayed her hips and batted her eyes. Why do I feel knots in my stomach? I have not been hit there. Her legs, hips, breasts...MAN GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF. Look away before she notices. She knew he was looking at her every body part before she reached him. Her hand was lingering in front of his chest when she noticed he was holding his breath. Wow the almighty Prince Vegeta is nervous. Is that sweat I see on his forehead, or the glare from the bright lights? I think he wants me to touch him, but won't admit it. She lowered her hand and started to walk toward the door. Vegeta let out the breath he was holding. He turned his head to watch her retreating form. She paused before she opened the door. "I just came her to say thank you. Also, I thought you might teach me how to do that neat trick you did last night. You know, where you appeared in front of me out of nowhere. I guess I made a mistake by coming here." Vegeta was going to respond with a sarcastic remark, but he could think of nothing except the hurt in her voice. Did I hurt her feelings? Oh well, she will get over it. He heard the door click shut behind her.

Bulma reached her room in no time. She slowly pushed the door open and noticed the room was empty. She sat on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. How am I going to get the prince to choose me? He doesn't even want to be around me. I truly believe the King's words now. The prince simply does not want a mate. Bulma stood and walked to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Her reflection was one of unrestrained beauty. "How could anyone deny me?" she said as she pushed a stray hair behind her ear. "I don't know, but no one will deny your beauty tonight." Bulma jumped five feet off the ground from fright. She slowly turned to see Suko standing with clothing hanging over her arm. "Suko, don't ever walk up on me like that again," Bulma said while starring the young girl in the face. "I'm sorry, Princess, but I was summoned to retrieve your clothing for tonight. Please follow me to the bedroom so you may try on your dress with more space." Suko was already in the other room before Bulma could ask what was happening tonight. She made her way to the adjoining room where Suko was laying out her dress. It was a gorgeous midnight blue. Bulma quickly disrobed and put on the dress. It had no straps and wrapped tightly around her torso. Once the dress hit mid-thigh it spread out into a rounded skirt that bunched up in certain areas. "This is not one of my dresses. Who made this for me?" Bulma was turning every which way to see how the dress looked on her. Suko smiled, "The King had it made for you. Tonight many of the council members will be in the palace for a conference. They wanted to meet the women who have come to be Prince Vegeta's mate. You know if he does not choose a mate by the end of the week, the council will choose for him. Knowing how the Prince is, he will let them choose for him since he doesn't want a mate in the first place. After the council has their meetings, the King is having a feast," Suko was beaming at Bulma. "This dress will help you stand out against the other women. The council would have to be blind to not notice you. Even Prince Vegeta will not be able to keep his eyes off of you." Bulma loved the dress. It molded to her figure and every one of her curves stood out. "I'm surprised the prince would take time away from training to join in such a political matter. He does not care about anything, but himself." Bulma began to carefully step out of her dress. I will knock them dead tonight.

Vegeta was still in the training room when Kakkarot stepped in. "Prince Vegeta, you father has requested your presence in his personal chambers. He wishes to discuss the events that will take place tonight." He was surprised that Vegeta had not turned to him by now. The silence went on for a few more minutes. The prince faced Kakkarot, but said nothing. He slowly walked out of the training room without speaking a word to Kakkarot. Wow that was odd. He always speaks to me even if it is a sarcastic remark. Kakkarot quickly closed the door to the training room and began meditating. Vegeta took his time walking to the King's chambers. He spoke to no one on his way there, and no one dared to speak to him. Finally after a long twenty minutes he arrived to his fathers wing of the palace. The guards stationed outside the King's door bowed to Vegeta as he let himself in. "What do you want old man? I do not have time nor the patience to deal with you today," Vegeta yawned as he took a seat directly in front of his father. The King ignored Vegeta as he was finishing up some paper work. "Tonight the council will be coming to the palace. We have a few issues to discuss and many of the members wanted to see your prospective mates for themselves. Once we complete our conference we will hold a feast in the main dining hall. You must be present for the feast, and I would like you to be present at the conference. When you are King, politics come before fighting," King Vegeta did not need to look up from the pile of papers in front of him to know what look was plastered on his son's face. Vegeta growled, "I will not stay in the presence of those crusty old men any longer than I must. I will attend the conference, but not the feast. That is for their pleasure, not mine." King Vegeta stood and grinned at his son. "What if Princess Bulma attended the feast? Would you go then?" Vegeta's eyes lit up with a foreign emotion, but in mere seconds went back to a black void. "Why would I care if that whore is there? She means nothing like the rest of them," he said standing to his full height. "You are a fool. You think you can hide such emotions from yourself and me. I know what happened to her last night, and I know what you did. Do not play me for a fool, Vegeta." He fazed in behind Vegeta, "You will go to the feast and show preference to Princess Bulma. The council members will not like her because she is of a weak species, but if you show favoritism toward her, they might change their views. You have one hour before the conference starts. I suggest you go clean up and inform the Earth Princess that you will be escorting her to the feast." Vegeta turned to his father with a scowl on his face. He pushed past the King and out the doors.

Bulma was just getting out of the shower when she heard a loud noise coming from the room joined to hers. He must be back from training. Kakkarot probably kicked his ass. Nah, I doubt it. I guess he heard of the feast taking place tonight. I can tell he is not a people person. She slipped on a pair of pants and a tight shirt to cover up her body. She rushed to the door between rooms about to burst into the other when she heard someone speak. "Hello, Prince Vegeta. I see you have had a long day. Would you like to relieve some stress? I could think of a few things we could do." That voice sounds familiar. Who is that? Think, Bulma, think. "Get out of my room woman. I don't even know how you got in here. You are not welcome. Leave," Vegeta said as he stepped further into his room. He left the door ajar so the mystery woman could leave. "You do not truly want me to go. I could make your day better if you would let me," the mystery woman said seductively. Bulma felt a weird feeling engulf her body. Am I jealous of this woman? I don't even know who it is. She needs to get out of Vegeta's room before I...what the hell could I do? I am the weakest princess here. That voice. I know who it is. "Kyra, I thought I told you that I never wanted to see your face again. I know you had something to do with what happened to the Earth Princess. Once I find out what you had to do with it, I will personally enjoy ripping you apart," Vegeta said while keeping his back turned to her. He was so furious that if he looked at her once, he would kill her for sure. "So the heartless prince has feelings for a weak Earthling? Why would you pick her over what stands in front of you? Your people adore me and I am stronger than any other princess here," Kyra walked to Vegeta with out-stretched hand. Vegeta didn't flinch, "Kyra, if you touch me, I will feel no remorse in killing you right now. I do not have feelings for anyone. I care only for fighting and winning. My people would rather I not pick a mate. They know mates are distracting as are emotions other than anger." Vegeta was secretly thinking of how he could kill Kyra without facing the council. "My Prince, I prefer not to have a mate either. All I want is to produce a suitable heir for the throne of Planet Vegeta. Saiyans make up half of my planet's army. Why would I want some weakling heir sending orders to my planet? Prince Vegeta, I have a proposition for you. Seeing as you do not want a mate and I feel the same way, why don't we just produce an heir and be done with it?" Kyra was now sitting on the Prince's bed patting the space beside her. Bulma heard every word Kyra said. She cannot be serious. Why would she offer herself to produce an heir and not gain anything in return? The prince has to be smart enough to see through her. Vegeta turned to face Kyra who was now laying on his bed. This woman makes a good point. This would solve all of my problems. I do not have to choose a mate, and I produce an heir for my planet. I could get back to my training instead of dealing with ridiculous events for choosing a mate. Vegeta slowly walked to his bed where Kyra was sprawled out.