Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The King and I ❯ The Talk ( Chapter 3 )

As Bardock led the beautiful blue haired genius towards the large archways that would lead into the King's Throne Room, he noticed that the large, heavy, crimson drapes had been pulled across concealing what lay inside. Two large, burly Saiyan guards were standing in front of the archway, their arms crossed over their naked broad chests and their legs, clothed in simple, white baggy pants were braced slightly apart and their bare feet were planted firmly on the ground.

 

Both warriors had a slightly perplexed look on their faces, as stood before them was a petite woman with long brunette hair. Noting that the woman had no tail and almost no power level to speak of, he assumed she was human and more than likely one of Bulma's team, as she did not wear the slave garb, and no human would ever be in the King's harem. Bardock quizzically raised one eyebrow as he watched the woman showing the two soldiers what looked to be shiny bits of paper with pictures on them, happily chattering away.

 

“.......and this is Alex on his first day of school! Doesn't he look adorable in his uniform? Such a handsome young man! And this is Cody as a baby, oh and another one....oh... this one is adorable, her first steps! I was so proud of her!”

 

Bulma felt a grin playing on her ruby lips as she watched as her personal assistant ploughed on showing the two Saiyan's photos of her children, completely oblivious to their discomfort and confusion.

 

“Barb...”

 

“This is us last Christmas; my boy has grown so big!”

 

“Barb...!”

 

“....She wanted a bike, bless her heart, look at how hard she's trying not to look too disappointed...”

 

“BARBARA!”

 

The chatting woman spun around suddenly, and a beautiful smile spread across her face when she saw Bulma. Clasping her hands together, she accidently crushed the photos in excitement and moved forward to embrace her employer.

 

“Bulma! Oh my goodness, I was so worried about you! I was helping unload our things from the ship when one of those lovely Saiyan men told me that the deal was off. What's going on?”

 

Bardock furrowed his brow and crossed his arms tightly across his chest in an attempt to sweep the look of shock which quickly turned to interest on his face. This woman was something else. Bulma was beautiful; there was no denying that, but this woman.... He shook his head and forced himself to look away. There was absolutely no point in becoming infatuated with a weak little human. It was a foolish notion, and he would have none of it. But he could not help but glance over at the woman every now and then as she embraced Bulma.

 

“Well, hopefully the deal is not off yet. I have come to talk to the King and let His Royal Highness know that I refuse to be pushed around like that. I mean, how dare he put me in the slave quarters? Utterly unforgivable!”

 

She strode towards the curtained archway, but was stopped by Bardock's hand resting on her shoulder. One of the guards had given a slight shake of his head that let the General know that now was not the best time to go in. Bulma glared at the hand that was resting lightly on her shoulder, and then looked up giving the General the full force of those angry blue eyes.

 

“Let me go, Bardock. I said that I would speak with King Vegeta about the errors he has made in regards to the agreement, and that is exactly what I am going to do!”

 

One of the guards chuckled lightly and allowed his black eyed gaze to rake over both the women's bodies before speaking.

 

“Oh, I am afraid that the King is a little... preoccupied at the moment!”

 

The soldier smirked lavishly at the two women, causing Bardock to frown as he realised what the guard meant. His mouth twitched in a nasty little smile as he let Bulma go. Fine, he'd let the little hell cat have a shock. Perhaps that would take her down a peg or two and she'd become a little easier to control. He gestured for the two guards to move aside, giving a little nod to show that they would not get into trouble for doing so.

 

“Move aside for Miss Bulma, you heard her. She must speak with the King...”

 

Bulma smiled triumphantly as the two guards stepped aside and pulled the heavy drapes back for her to walk through. She quickly ran through her mind what she was going to say to Vegeta, she would be abrupt and to the point and not let him get a word in edgeways. She would put her point across forcefully and show him that she was not someone he could just push around and then brush under the carpet. But she never got to say her little speech, as the scene before her stopped her in her tracks.

 

Vegeta was sat on his large, ornate throne, scenes of battle carved into the creamy marble. He was slouched slightly, lounging against the crimson cushions with his legs apart. Crawling up between his spread legs was the most beautiful creature Bulma had ever set eyes on. She wore nothing but a shimmering, sheer length of cloth that she wore like a toga. Her hair was an icy blue and cascaded like a frothing waterfall down her narrow back. Her pointed, elfin like ears that poked through her curly mass of winter hair were pierced many times with little glittering silver rings and she wore rings of a similar colour on her long slender fingers, and a long silver necklace dripping with diamonds adorned her neck. But it was her skin that Bulma found herself drawn to the most. It was as white as the freshly fallen snow, and looked like someone had dipped her in pixie dust. She glittered and sparkled in the bright light of the Throne Room making her look like nymph that had been caught in the dark Kings grasp.

 

A knowing smile crept across her creamy white lips, showing a hint of sharp fangs as she draped herself across Vegeta, slithering up his body and sitting herself comfortably in his lap. One white gloved hand rested on the small of her back and she kissed and nipped down his jaw line, working her way down to his neck as her hands explored his bare chest. Bulma was so entranced, that at first she didn't notice that the King's midnight eyes were focused entirely on her.

 

The blue haired genius took a step back, her eyes widening in shock and her cheeks colouring bright crimson. She couldn't believe that she had just stood there and watched the King of Vegetasei make out with a beautiful alien woman. Somehow noticing that Vegeta's entire attention wasn't focused on her, the woman turned her head to fix pretty violet eyes on the human woman. Those beautiful eyes narrowed harshly, and her lip rose slightly in an almost snarl, showing off pointed fangs, before turning back to Vegeta and lavishly kissing his neck.

 

The King chuckled throatily and took hold of the alien woman by her shoulders and gently pushed her back, giving her a filthy little smirk as he did so.

 

“I am afraid our time has been cut short, Caprice...”

 

He purred the woman's name, making her close those violet eyes slightly as if his very voice was touching her in intimate places. Slowly, she slipped from off his lap and rearranged her long toga like dress, although it wouldn't make much difference as it was completely sheer. Caprice cast one more poisonous look Bulma's way before gliding like a queen from the Throne Room.

 

Vegeta's midnight gaze had not left the beautiful human woman since she entered the room. His sharp Saiyan hearing had heard everything she had said outside the Throne Room. She was brave, and had fire in her spirit that was for sure. And it made him both angry and curious about her. Were all human women like this?

 

He slowly stood from his throne and clasped his hands behind his back. A deadly smirk flashed up briefly on his handsome face, before all expression vacated his visage. Only his eyes gave any indication that there was anyone home. Those onyx pools fixed stubbornly on her, making Bulma feel like he was staring into her very soul. Against her will, she felt her body tremble as the King stalked steadily towards her, like a predator who had his prey in his sights.

 

The silence stretched out between them as Vegeta prowled slowly around the pretty Earth woman, his eyes never once leaving her they explored her body, enjoying the scent of her fear as it came off her in waves. Bulma held her head up high and stared rigidly at the throne, not trusting herself to look at the King, as she feared her bravado might leave her and she would run screaming from the room. What had she gotten herself into? Why in Kami's name had she allowed herself to be talked into such a foolish mission? It was well known that King Vegeta was a barbarian, and thought nothing of killing those who did not please him, or in some cases, those who he deemed too weak and unworthy of life.

 

The proud Saiyan stopped directly behind her and crossed his arms tightly across his broad muscled chest. He was stood so close that his long robe whispered against her spine as he moved, causing her to involuntarily shiver and her breath caught in her throat. Bulma clenched her teeth tightly together as she felt warm breath on the back of her neck and then flutter across her ear.

 

“Just what do you think you are doing here?”

 

His voice was low and course, riding on the rasp of a growl. He watched with wicked, amused eyes as her shoulder's tensed at the sound of his voice and her chin lifted a little in an attempt to look like she wasn't bothered by the King's close proximity. Bulma swallowed hard, trying to bring some moisture to her dry mouth.

 

“I was summoned by your General. He feels that Vegetasai needs an edge in the war against Frieza.”

 

The low, throaty chuckle behind her made her break out into a cold sweat and she clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails cut into her soft palms. The tangy scent of her blood hit the air causing him to breathe deeply and let out a low whispery growl.

 

“That wasn't what I meant, woman. Why are you here, in this room? I did not summon you, I do not wish for your presence. You are lucky that I am in a good mood, and willing to give you another chance. So I ask you again; why are you here?”

 

Bulma turned her head so that she could just see the arrogant King out of the corner of her eye. The snide little smirk playing on his lips made her eyes narrow in anger. She was here to help him and his barbaric race and here he was threatening and mocking her. She spoke through gritted teeth and glared at the King with eyes of blue fire.

 

“I was promised a house! My own pretty little place outside the palace walls, and instead I find myself being thrown into the slaves quarters! You have been nothing but rude and unaccommodating since we got here, when all we wanted to do was help. If you really have no used for us, then we shall be leaving on the next ship!”

 

The King was silent for a few moments, the only indication that he was still there was his heated breath on the back of her neck as he bowed his head closer to growl in her ear.

 

“How many languages do you speak?”

 

Bulma jumped slightly at the question, it was unexpected and she found it entirely odd. Her skin was prickling at his proximity, and to her shame she fete r body responding to the heat of the powerful man stood so close behind her. Long, thick eyelashes fluttered against blushing cheeks as his breath once more whispered over her now heated skin. Licking her lips, she slowly let out the breath she hadn't realised she had been holding before answering.

 

“I can speak over ten languages, but I really don't see how...”

 

The Earth woman was cut off by a sharp grunt as the King sauntered around her and made his way leisurely back towards his throne.

 

“Can you speak Saiyago?”

 

Bulma frowned and crossed her arms, cocking her head to one side looking at the arrogant King with a puzzled expression on her pretty face.

 

“Well, yes... of course, most schools now have to teach it by law, why do you ask?”

 

Vegeta smirked in satisfaction as he sank into his throne, propping on foot leisurely on the arm of the huge chair.

 

“Good. You shall teach my soldiers the languages of Earth....”

 

Bright blue eyes widened a little then narrowed.

 

“Which ones...?”

 

The King's smirk grew wider as he allowed his midnight gaze to scan the pretty Earth woman's body.

 

“All of them.”

 

“ALL OF THEM?!”

Bulma's yell of surprise and anger echoed and bounced off the walls of the Throne Room, cause the King to grimace and had to stop himself from placing his gloved hands over his sensitive ears.

 

“Yes. All of them. You start tomorrow. Now go. I am a busy man, and I do not have time to listen to the inane prattling of a lowly woman...”

 

She was about to let lose a fiery torrent of abuse, when she felt long , strong fingers wrap around her arm. Bulma looked up to see the stern visage of Bardock, shaking his head in warning. The woman gritted her teeth and allowed herself to be lead away, her personal assistant following closely behind them.

 

“Ooooh Bulma! That sounds lovely! I always wanted to be a teacher!”