Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The King and Queen Diaries ❯ Bakari Osaki Dedashi ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: Yay, next chapter! I really like this chapter, I don't know why, but I do! It was really hard to write, because I wasn't exactly sure where I wanted to go with it. But now I do, bwahahaha. I hope you all enjoy, and I hope I get more than 7 reviews!

 

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Chapter One: Bakari Osaki Dedashi (Just the Beginning)

 

 

 

Vegeta-sei

 

One month after the Coronation

 

 

Vegeta-sei's former grandeur quickly surpassed that of its former glory under the new King. Soon after being crowned, the first thing Vegeta ordered done was to have millions upon millions of vaccines created and to call all of the Saiya-jins home. It was only a matter of days before some of them started arriving, and even now, after almost a month, they were still coming home in the thousands.

 

At first, the planet had not been able to keep up with all of the Saiya-jins arriving home, and the vaccines had all been depleted. Grumpy and temperamental Saiya-jins had been stuck in vaccination clinics for days before they were allowed to actually leave, protected for the rest of their lives against the plague.

 

The population of Vegeta-sei slowly began working again, creating new jobs and taking over the ones that had been abandoned. The palaces that dotted the planet were once again outfitted with maids, butlers, cooks, chefs, and guardsmen. Things like food and clean water started to appear in abundance once more as the farms, mills, factories, warehouses, and companies started working in full order. So many people had died, but everyone was working through it, to make things better.

 

Riches started flowing into the royal coffers, much to Vegeta's delight. He began sending things off planet for even more money, and after being chided by his wife, also opened the comlinks and started interstellar correspondence again. Soon after sending out the correspondence his lovely wife had forced him to do, missionaries, high-ranking officials, dignitaries, nobles, even other royalty, came to pay their respects to the new King and Queen. Vegeta let them know immediately (in order to repress any possible threats) that their armies had suffered hardly any loss, and if anything, had grown larger since the plague had ceased.

 

Bulma opened the palace of Versai to the planet, allowing anyone who saw fit to come and talk to her or give thanks or whatever they felt like saying. She also set up the court sessions again, and only after a few weeks of having everything restored back to normal, Vegeta was forced to sit once a week to hear the petty complaints of his fellow Saiya-jins. Bulma was thrilled to sit next to him in the Queen's smaller chair, her beautiful eyes always shining brightly and enthusiastically. Half of the time she interrupted him and gave orders, but he just shrugged it off, for his wife had little to do in her position anyhow, and he knew that she was bored when he was not around. His solutions to most of the problems would have been a fight to the death or something just as equal anyhow, so leaving his less violent wife to solve these petty conflicts served his purpose greatly.

 

After the first month, Vegeta had straightened out much of the government and planet. It was quite amazing really, but everyone was cooperating with him to levels that were unheard of. No one had a single problem with the trusted officials the new King placed in important positions through his new administration, especially when they learned that he was nowhere near as greedy as his late father. Many people had assumed that Vegeta would have drained the people of their money as soon as he came to power, but instead, he lowered taxes and helped the poor, sent funds to certain organizations that were beneficial to the planet instead of taking it away for himself. Because of this, the economy soared to unheard of levels, and although Vegeta was sending out all the money to help, he had it flowing into his pockets so fast that he almost did not know what to do with it.

 

Things soon started to settle down, and after the government and planet were established to safe levels, Vegeta began taking care of things at home. Since his wife had tortured him with opening interstellar correspondence, he tortured her with ten ladies-in-waiting. He did it for other reasons as well, mostly because his wife was constantly alone and doing nothing. Her position as Queen was, honestly, mostly for breeding purposes, and she had little to do besides run the palace. After he worked all day and came into their room at night, she would be sitting there by the fire, utterly miserable. She would be so happy to see him once he was done working that she would kiss him all over his face and not let him go anywhere without her.

 

After Vegeta introduced his wife to the ten noble women looking for husbands, his wife had not known what to do with them. She was told that she was to teach them how to attract men with titles and money, and to also teach them how to be the lady of the manor. It was interesting seeing his wife at different areas of the palace at all times of the day either sewing, drinking tea, chatting, or teaching things such as dancing (with instructors, of course), or even such mysterious things as flirting. Vegeta had even witnessed his wife teaching them how to ride a horse, for most of them did not know how because it was considered unnecessary. It had also been hilarious when he had seen his wife trying to help her ladies dress for court and have new gowns and dresses made up for them, for their maidenly clothes were improper now that they were in court. He had overheard her at one point saying that overflowing flesh was what was accepted and expected, and the more you showed, the more attractive you were going to be to men.

 

Vegeta had even at one point overheard his wife teaching her ladies how to shut a man down when they were getting a little too fresh or were not suitable, for it was going to happen a lot. He had been shocked to his toes when his wife had mentioned that sometimes physical harm needed to be done, especially if one of her ladies felt uncomfortable.

 

Vegeta was happy to see that over time his wife grew attached to all of the young girls, most of them around fifteen or sixteen. He had even observed his wife's viper tongue latch onto a group of particularly gruesome males that had started flirting with her ladies. He did not know how she managed it, but she managed to be cruel, elegant, and majestic all at once. The men had left feeling like whipped dogs, and the girls had all cheered their Queen on. It was quite evident that the young women loved and adored her.

 

It soon became a noticeable problem however, when the girls started attracting more and more men, most of them the types that Vegeta would not let twenty feet within his wife. He was not worried so much about his strong and intelligent woman, it was more like the chattering birds that flocked after her. They had no clue how to defend themselves if the need arose like she did, and if anything were to happen to them, Vegeta knew that he would have very angry noble fathers breathing down his neck, something that he did not need.

 

He announced soon after his observation that he was going to have a tournament at the Versai Arena, so he could pick forty men to be his and his Queen's Royal Guard. The top two winners were to be picked as either the King's or the Queen's Captain, and would control the whole guard.

 

The sign-up sheet overflowed within the first day. Vegeta sighed when he saw the results, for he had been hoping that the tournament would not take that long. However, from the looks of it, it was going to take days. His purpose had been to supply his wife with strong, intelligent, honorable men to protect her and her ladies. At this rate they were going to have to spend days picking and choosing and dissecting every single person's past.

 

When the day came to start the tournament, Vegeta amusedly watched his wife run to and fro around their suite trying to find proper clothing and not knowing what to do with her hair and oh, she just looked horrible today and dang it, why did life have to be so hard.

 

She was running past him at one moment when he stuck out his arm and caught her, lifting her up into the air and swinging her around as she squealed, caught off guard. When he finally set her down against his chest she was panting breathlessly, her face flushed an innocent pink and her blue eyes sparkling as she stared up at him, her lips parted.

 

He brushed her tousled hair back from her eyes, smiling softly. “How can you say that you look so horrible when you are the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen,” he whispered gently, pressing his lips against hers briefly before looking down into her eyes again. “I know that you are worried about making your first true public appearance as Queen, but there is nothing to worry about. You know that everyone loves you.”

 

Bulma melted into her husband's arms. “Oh, Vegeta. You always know how to make me feel so good about myself.” She stepped away from him, knowing that if she did not hurry they were going to be late. “I apologize for not taking advantage of you,” she winked in his direction, “but we are going to be late if I do not hurry up.”

 

Vegeta chuckled, adjusting his red cloak as he mused at his wife's change in disposition. “Nonsense. Royalty is never late...everyone else is simply early.”

 

He heard Bulma's lilting laughter in the other room, and he shook his head as she danced out a few minutes later, wearing a delectable confection of crimson silk. It would have been blatant and harsh on any other woman, but on her, it looked magnificent. The contrast was just simply amazing.

 

“Is this too much, Vegeta? I do not wish to look like...well, like—“

 

“A loose woman?”

 

Her face turned red. “Well, yes! I did not really want to say it....”

 

He chuckled. “It looks fine,” he said, not wanting over compliment her when she was already so very aware of how her looks affected him and other men. He turned around and walked to the bedside stand on his side of their enormous bed, opening a drawer. He returned to her side a moment later, a large black velvet box in his hands. “It will look absolutely fine...when you wear this.”

 

Bulma gasped so loud she swore that it hurt her lungs. Her hand pressed against her chest, which was nearly overflowing from her dress, and then gingerly touched the necklace that was displayed in the box.

 

Bulma swore that she had never seen so many tiny diamonds. They sparkled so much that it was almost blinding, but the luster did not draw away the beauty of the tiny rubies that were nestled next to them. They were all woven together with thin delicate silver, which must have been a feat in itself, for the gems were so small.

 

When Vegeta went around her to clasp it behind her neck, Bulma found that she could not breathe as she stared at herself in the mirror. The band that went around her throat to support it was entirely encrusted in diamonds, and then, like a majestic tapestry, made its way down her chest and nestled like a sleeping infant across the swells of her breasts. She felt herself turn pink when Vegeta flicked a stand of rubies and diamonds away from one of the mounds, his expression depicting deep concentration.

 

“Hmm...” he said, grasping his chin in thought. “Perhaps I should not let you wear this. It seems more appropriate for when there is no one around...and you can wear it for me alone.”

 

Bulma finally dislodged the lump in her throat. “W-wear it for you?”

He nodded, letting his fingertips caress her throat. “Yes, just the necklace. Nothing else.”

 

She felt speechless. It was a little daring, especially when accompanied by her dress, but it almost seemed like her husband had gotten this necklace just for the dress she was wearing. “It is so beautiful, Vegeta.” She turned to face him, her body leaning into his. “You spoil me,” she whispered, her hands clasping his. He laughed softly, nuzzling her neck with his lips.

 

“I can never spoil you enough, Bulma,” he said gently, kissing her pale skin. “You just saved our whole planet...you saved me. Who would have ever thought that the skinny twig you were at thirteen could ever turn into such a voluptuous, teasing vixen?”

 

Bulma smirked deliciously, rubbing her body against his. “Mmm...and you know it. It is just too bad that we have to go to this tournament...I could show you just how much of a teasing vixen I really am.”

 

Vegeta's own smirk appeared, his dark eyes lighting up with interest. “Does that mean you cannot show me later how much of a teasing vixen you are?” His greedy hands sought out one of her breasts, and she sighed deeply at his thorough caress.

 

“Are you sure that you are not the teasing one?” she whispered, feeling his lips descend upon hers and devour her taste. They were both enjoying a heady exploration when there was a knock on the door, disturbing their marital bliss. Vegeta growled at the intrusion, and Bulma hushed him as he turned around and walked out of the room. She laughed to herself, for she had seen his obvious discomfort. She did not think it would be very proper for him to answer the door.

 

“Yes?”

 

A guard cleared his throat. “Your Highness, the carriage is waiting.”

 

She nodded and thanked him as she closed the door, not surprised when Vegeta was still not there. She gave him a few minutes to calm down as she quickly donned some bracelets, earrings, and rings for her fingers, trying to look like the mighty Queen that she was.

 

When Vegeta stalked out of their sleeping chamber he looked ready to go. He kissed her cheek as she quickly swooped her hair up into a quick chignon, letting long tendrils snake down to her shoulders. They were the perfect match for her bold necklace, which she had decided to keep on. Maybe it would keep Vegeta on his toes, she thought wickedly.

 

When they arrived at the Versai Arena, it was crammed to near overflowing. The lines waiting to enter the arena were so long that they were going into the streets. She felt bad, but she knew that they could get tickets for the next day at least.

 

Their royal carriage made its way through the gates to the arena, at least twenty guards surrounding them on horseback. Hundreds of Saiya-jins tried to get a peek at the King and Queen, but all they got was a glimpse as the royal couple was escorted into their box, where they would watch the fights.

 

Bulma sat in her cushioned chair, her eyes wide at the sight of the enormous arena. There had to have been thousands upon thousands of people in the stands, and they all cheered when they saw their King and Queen make an appearance. Bulma waved to them all, not surprised when Vegeta just stared at them all like they were insects. She batted at his arm playfully, but he did not get the gist.

 

Once the fighting was about to begin, all two hundred contestants went out into the arena and paid their respects to the royal couple. Vegeta nodded to them all and waved his hand, and they all dispersed. It was time for the fighting to begin.

 

The first few matches were very uneventful. Bulma watched as the unskilled fighters “fought” with their swords, or other chosen weapons. Vegeta looked bored as well, and even forced several battles to stop before he died of old age. The men were just chasing each other around and it was just a complete nuisance.

 

Slowly one by one fifty men were cut out of the two hundred. The fights were gradually starting to gain her attention, and she just could not wait for the last day, when the most incredible of them all would be competing to become her and Vegeta's Royal Guard.

 

Bulma was zoning out when she heard several of Vegeta's generals whispering and muttering harshly. She heard the crowd cheer and cry out, and she looked up just in time to see a huge man raise his sword to deliver a finishing blow. She gasped loudly and jumped up, nearly flying out of their spacious box to help the powerless man on the sandy ground.

 

“Stop it!” she cried, her hands gripping the stone of the ledge and her body leaning nearly out of the balcony. She turned to Vegeta to make him say something, but he was already out of his seat.

 

“Cease!” he yelled, his hand slashing through the air. The crowd went silent, and the enormous man stilled his hand.

 

“There shall be no deaths in this tournament, as were said in the rules. This is an honorable competition, not a fight to the death. If this happens again, you shall be disqualified,” Vegeta boomed, and the whole arena shuddered under the seriousness of his tone. It was only a few seconds however before the crowd began yelling and talking again, demanding more.

 

Vegeta glanced down at his wife who was still gripping the stone that held them inside the balcony. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and she looked up, her face pale.

 

“Vegeta...I-I....”

 

He caught her just as she fell. The whole box became alive with cries, and once the crowd noticed, so did they. Someone shouted murder, others treason. Vegeta looked down in panic at his still wife, wondering what in the world had happened as he quickly checked her pulse. She was still alive. She had just fainted.

 

He gathered her into his arms, a difficult feat considering her numerous petticoats and wide skirts. He himself was nearly carried out of the arena as twenty guards, his generals, and other important men followed him to their royal carriage. He ordered the tournament to continue, and he would deal with the results later. Until then, he was going to take care of his wife.

 

Vegeta was holding his still wife tightly in his arms on their hurried way back to the palace. He brushed her hair out of her eyes, which was coming undone in all the hustle. Her new necklace was askew on her neck, and he noticed how very pale she was. He felt nervousness crawl up his spine, and he prayed that she was not getting sick, especially with something that had almost killed him.

 

He gave her one last close look before the door to their carriage was ripped open and he descended to make his way into the palace, where they would treat her. She had still not awakened, had not even made a move.

 

What is wrong with you, Bulma?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note: Bwahahaha, I thought that would be an appropriate stopping place. Yes, it is evil, and no, I will no update RIGHT NOW because I don't even have the next chapter written! Lol, so what do you think is going to happen? Has Bulma gotten something like a new plague that only affects her? Maybe she just got scared from that big scary man almost killing someone? What's wrong with her? I love your comments! Please review!

 

PS: I updated my website! Oh yes, and I also wanted to mention that I am creating something like a layout of the palace of Versai, so people will understand where everything is easier. I will have detailed drawings of every room and everything! When I am done, I am going to post it on my website, so everyone can see! REVIEW *HINT HINT*