Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Event to Last a Lifetime ❯ CH13 ( Chapter 13 )

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

Before Bulma had a chance to bust into Vegeta's room and beat Kyra into the ground she heard a loud squeal. She winced and covered her ears from the harsh sound. After the sound stopped echoing off the concrete walls, she pressed her ear to the door once again. "What do you think you are doing? Unhand me now!" Kyra was screaming every word as Vegeta yanked her off of his bed from her hair. Once every part of her body was free from contaminating his sleeping place, he threw her across the room where she slammed against the wall. Her body was far from broken, but definitely aching since there was a dent in the wall from her body. She stood wobbling on her shaking legs. She lifted her head to see Vegeta's face inches from hers. "You are not worthy of my bed, or to even be in my presence. Since the latter I have no control over, I will have to decline your offer because I do not have time for whores. If I so much as see you walking by my wing of the palace I will kill you. Get out of my sight. You disgust me!" Kyra was about to yell back in his face, but before she had the chance she was being thrown out of Vegeta's room. He slammed the door after tossing her into the hallway. He heard her cursing out side of his chambers. It slowly trailed off as she got further away from his door. "What was I thinking? Vegeta you are a Prince. You are not that desperate for an heir to bed an out right whore! I swear I will kill her once I find a good enough reason." He was undressing when he heard a sigh from the room next to his. How could I forget the Earth Princess is staying in my quarters? She must have heard every word. Maybe that will teach her to stay out of my way. Vegeta stood for a few minutes waiting for Bulma to move away from the door. When she didnt, he thought he would have some fun with her. He moved closer to the adjoining door silently. He placed his ear against the door only to hear slight breathing on the other side. Right where I want her. Vegeta replaced his ear with his mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Mind your own business, onna!!" Bulma was terrified. She fell away from the door and scrambled to her feet and ran to the other side of her bed. Vegeta started chuckling under his breath. He let himself into her room and found her hunched into a ball beside her bed. She was shaking like a leaf. Bulma looked like a different person from the one who interrupted his training. "What is wrong with you, onna? Pick yourself up." Bulma's head never moved from the spot she was starring at on the wall. The prince was getting angry because Bulma was ignoring him. Or so he thought. She reluctantly moved her eyes to Vegeta's position in her room. "Did you say something to me? I couldn't hear you because my ears are ringing. Some idiot decided to yell in my ear," Bulma said while standing and never taking her eyes off of the fuming prince. "Did you just call me an idiot?" He was making his way to the confident princess when she replied. "If the shoe fits, wear it. Why would you yell in my ear? That was childish if you ask me. I thought royalty had more sense than that," Bulma said turning her back to him with her arms folded over her chest. The Saiyan Prince was balling his hands into fists when he thought of something to hurt her further than physical pain. He would wound her pride. "So if that was childish. What would you call eavesdropping? I do believe you were listening in on my conversation with Kyra," Vegeta loosened his fists and put a smirk on his face. Bulma was not intimidated. "I was not eavesdropping. I was trying to get ready for the feast tonight when I heard yelling coming from your room. I thought you were in some type of trouble, so I was going to help you. Before I could reach the door, you screamed in my ear," Bulma still was not facing the prince, but knew he was angry all the same. Vegeta forgot about the intentions when she implied he needed help. "What makes you think you could help me? You are the weakest being on this planet right now. You would have been killed if I actually was in trouble," he said while walking towards the door. "I suppose that is why you want me to stay in your quarters. Since I am so weak and all." Vegeta paused for one second, then turned to her and said, "You are a smart onna. The King demands that I escort you to the feast. Be ready in thirty minutes or I will leave you to fend for yourself." With that, he went back to his room and closed the door behind him. Bulma stood starring at the closed door. Why would he want to protect me if I mean nothing? This prince makes no logical sense.

King Vegeta was surrounded by twenty council men. They discussed many things that were unimportant to King Vegeta, but the last discussion held his attention. One council member stood for everyone's attention, "We must now discuss our war with Frieza. He is getting closer to us with each passing day. Frieza has requested we send him more Saiyan warriors to conquer the east quadrant. Many of those planets hold weak species so why would he need more warriors? He already holds one hundred of our men. We must find out what he is up to," the councilman concluded by gazing at the King. He stood and the members turned their eyes to him. "Gentlemen, we have known this situation would come eventually. Frieza knows our species is the strongest besides his in the universe. He knows we grow stronger with each passing day. He is worried we will take him out. I think we should have done that before we gave him our men. He will destroy the east quadrant and then head for our planet. If we do not attack before he reaches our atmosphere, our people will die," he said while keeping his composure. "So what are you saying, King Vegeta?" one councilman said. "I say we meet him in the east quadrant. We send as many warriors as we can without making ourselves vulnerable. We can take up post on Earth. It is the first planet Frieza will attack since it holds a weak species. We will send our troops to Earth on Friday. That gives them four days to prepare for war," the King would not listen to any of the men's arguments. He was the dictator of the planet and what he says, goes. He left the men to there bickering and headed for his army captain's quarters. He will have to decide what warriors will leave in four days.

Vegeta decided against going to the council's conference. He refused to deal with such trivial matters while he was still a prince. His only desire was fighting and nothing else. He was applying his red cape to his out fit when he heard a knock on the between rooms door. "Enter," he said as he looked at himself in the mirror. Bulma glided in wearing the midnight blue dress Suko had given to her earlier. She wore her hair in a tight bun atop her head and added a diamond necklace from earth to her ensemble. Vegeta took a quick glance, or what he thought was going to be a quick glance, in the mirror to watch Bulma enter the room. His gaze went from her radiating face to her curved body. She is beautiful. Why don't I want a mate again? Rephrase that! Why don't I want her as a mate? He argued with himself while starring a hole through Bulma's body. She is gorgeous. She is weak. She is sweet. She is annoying. He was disconnected from his thoughts by Bulma clearing her throat. Vegeta looked down at his feet. "Prince Vegeta, are you feeling alright? You are sweating. Are you sure you want to go to this feast?" Bulma was trying to hide her laughter. "Of course, I am going to the feast. Not that I wanted to in the first place," he turned to face Bulma as she had walked over to him and was about to place her hand on his back. He looked down at her through confused eyes. She was looking back into those black orbs with anticipation. He cleared his throat. "Princess, you look nice." Bulma giggled like an innocent girl. "Thank you. You do not look so bad yourself," she said while fixing the button that clasped his cape. He slightly smiled at the gesture, but quickly removed it from his face when she looked up at him. "Shall we go, or are you too busy touching me?" She blushed at his words. She hadn't noticed she still had her hand on his chest. Vegeta moved toward the door while battling himself inside. You look nice? Why would you say that? She does look nice. At least I toned it down. I could have told her that I wanted to ravish her right then and there. Shut up, mind. You are pissing me off. He stood out side his room in the hallway waiting on Bulma. She soon followed with a frown on her face. I thought I had him. Why is he so stubborn?

They walked silently to the main dining hall. Once they reached the closed doors to the room, Vegeta offered his arm to Bulma. She hesitated, but took the offered appendage. The two guards opened the large metal doors and introduced the two members of royalty. Everyone stopped their conversations to watch the couple enter the room. Vegeta paid no mind to the glares he was receiving from the council members. They knew who the Earth Princess was and knew she was weak. Bulma, on the other hand, was receiving death glares from her competition. She was very uncomfortable and noticed Vegeta tightened his grip on her arm and hand. She could tell he was getting angry at everyone who glared at her. Once they arrived at the two side by side seats next to the King, Bulma noticed Vegeta contemplating with himself. Do I want her to sit next to the old councilman or my father? I don't want to sit by the old politician so I will offer her that seat. She can take up for herself. He pulled the chair out from under the table so Bulma could take a seat. He surprised even himself by this kind gesture that he hadn't noticed the sound of the chair scratching against the floor was the only sound in the room. Vegeta took his own seat and looked toward his father. King Vegeta smiled and nodded to his son. "Let us now begin this wonderful feast," the King had to yell across the room so everyone could hear him.

Many of the same conversations took place. Almost all the other princesses were asking themselves and everyone around them why the prince escorted the Earth Princess to the event. The councilmen wanted to know why Vegeta would escort a weak species instead of a stronger one. They all knew Bulma was the weakest one there. Throughout the meal Vegeta would glance toward Bulma to see her not eating a thing on her plate. Something was wrong. He decided to ask her what was bothering her since her mood was ruining his meal. "Onna, what is wrong. You haven't touched your food. We can have the cooks make something else for you, if you would like," he was looking at her with awaiting eyes. Bulma looked at him and gave a small smile that faded away quickly. "No, the food is fine." She whispered her next statement, "I can't eat with everyone starring at me wishing I would die." Vegeta cocked his head to the side. He hadn't noticed any one looking at her that way, but he hadn't been paying much attention to anyone except for his father and Bulma herself. He started moving his eyes from person to person. As Bulma said, they were all starring at her, but looked away when the prince eyed them. Even the councilmen were sending her death glares. That was the last straw. He was about to stand to address everyone, but was stopped by a gentle hand on his arm. "Prince Vegeta, it is alright. I'm not that hungry anyway. I think I will take my leave now," she said while trying to stand. She noticed something was keeping her from standing. She glanced down at her torso and noticed a tail wrapped around her waist. She almost screamed, but thankfully looked at Vegeta before she did. His face was a bright red. His tail slowly unwound itself from her middle. Bulma wanted to giggle, but decided against it when the prince looked away. He is embarrassed. I should act like it never happened. He must be mortified. She reached for his hand, but stopped when she felt a strong grip on her other shoulder. She turned to face the person touching her and saw it was the councilman beside her. He stood to address the table of royalty. "I think it is time for the clash between competition to commence. I choose this princess," he looked down at Bulma, "as the first competitor. Who would like to go against her first?" What is he talking about? I am at a feast for Kami's sake. How am I to fight in a dress? How am I to fight at all? Bulma was confused. This was an odd time to declare a battle against prospective mates. She turned to face Vegeta who was already standing. "We will not have a clash between anything right now, old man. Everyone is enjoying their meal so why ruin it? We can postpone this battle until tomorrow," Vegeta was trying not to growl at the councilman who offered Bulma as the first contestant. "If I may say, Prince Vegeta, if these women want to be the next Queen of our planet, they should be prepared to fight an opponent at any given time. Do you agree that the next Queen should have to go through the same trials your mother had to endure?" The councilman was pushing his luck. No one spoke about the late Queen in front of the prince if they knew what was good for them. "I agree the princesses should go through the trials, but not at this time. I'm sure my father, the King, would agree," Vegeta turned to see his father shaking his head. "Son, I cannot go against the councils wishes. If they want a battle to take place now, then so be it," the King was eager to see Bulma defend herself against mighty foes. "FATHER!! Are you crazy?" Vegeta pulled his father to a secure location where no one could hear his words. "They would rip her apart. She has no chance of winning a battle against these women." The King was well aware of that. He wanted to see how much pain she could take without dying. They are a warrior race after all. "I know that, Vegeta. She must go through the trials eventually. Why not now?" Vegeta was infuriated. No one would listen to him. He had no choice, but to agree. The King and Prince made their way back to the table with waiting eyes starring at them. Bulma was pleading with her eyes. Vegeta could not even look at her because he knew she would be in major pain later. He hated even the thought of it. "Proceed with the competition," King Vegeta stated. The councilman nodded to his King. "Who would like to challenge the Earth Princess in the first battle?" All of the women wanted to, but did not volunteer because Vegeta would surely kill them. A voice came from the other end of the endless table, "I will challenge Princess Bulma!"