Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The King and Queen Diaries ❯ Nimo Daibu, Nimo Hayaku ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Note: Next chapter! It took me so long to write this because simply, I did not like the way it sounded. I wrote and rewrote this chapter so many times, it was ridiculous! I seriously need a beta reader sometimes! Oh yes, and I think some of you might be interested in checking out some of the new pictures that I have posted! One of them is Prince Vegeta, drawn for The Prince and Princess Diaries! I finally got my scanner to work! ENJOY!!!

 

 

Chapter Two: Nimo Daibu, Nimo Hayaku (Too Much, Too Fast)

 

Hmm...interesting. Maybe Vegeta finally gathered the audacity and killed her? If he has even so much as touched her in a painful way, I swear that I will make him suffer in a way that no one ever has and ever will again.

 

I slink through the North Wing, carefully keeping myself hidden as Vegeta nearly runs into the palace, carrying an unconscious Bulma in his arms. I feel my groin tighten at the sight of the tousled Queen, her chest nearly bursting out of her red dress and an expensive, striking necklace of diamonds and rubies askew on her neck. Vegeta shouts orders for a doctor as he runs to the East Wing of the palace, where the Royal Suites are, and I observe the panicked look on his face with joy in my heart.

 

I think quickly. Cutting across the entrance would be too risky, so I move along the edges of the ballroom until I finally make it to the East Wing. No one has seen me, for they are too engrossed in the Queen's sudden illness.

 

Moving through the long hallway, I finally hide myself in the old King's suite and peek through the slightly ajar door. People are running in and out of their room, and I can hear Vegeta shouting and yelling at incompetent people. At least he has some use, telling people how stupid they are, for they truly are incredibly dumb when compared to the intelligence level of first class individuals.

 

It is awhile before things start to calm down, and I hear the miserable King shout for everyone to leave except for the doctor. Whole groups of people, including the awesomely beautiful and young ladies-in-waiting, hurry out of the room and begin to sulk. My mouth starts to water at the sight of all those girls, and it reminds me of how long it has been since I have tasted the flesh of a woman.

 

I plan to pick one off later. Vegeta is just too stupid sometimes, leaving those girls to themselves. It is even more amazing how he leaves Bulma unprotected. I know she can fight, but she does not have the strength of a man. Maybe I will have to do something about that later as well, just to test the waters of my dastardly plan.

 

I leave it at that as everyone disperses. The King and Queen would probably be in their rooms for a while, not to mention that Vegeta more than likely would not leave Bulma's side for the rest of the day, if I know how protective he is of her, in his own stupid way.

 

I laugh to myself and start my plans for later that night, when no one would suspect a thing in the lightly guarded palace.

 

 

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“She is pregnant?”

 

The doctor nodded, wiping his hands on a towel after he washed them in a basin filled with water. “Yes, your highness. Her body is going to be adapting to some severe changes, and there is no doubt in my mind that this will happen again. Some women just get very ill when they are pregnant, and some are healthier than a stoat. Your mother, I seem to recall, had a very happy pregnancy with you. She was never ill, and she glowed like a flower in the springtime. She was quite beautiful, you know.”

 

If the man had been any younger, Vegeta wondered if he would have killed him for his words. But at the sight of wrinkles, sagging skin, age spots, and baldhead, he let it go. It was bad enough that Vegeta had watched him touch Bulma in what he deemed inappropriate for his wife, but the doctor had said it was necessary. He had asked him so many questions; Vegeta had immediately been suspicious of some disease or another plague. Standing next to bed, wanting to wring his hands like a whimpering woman, he had racked his brain for details that he hardly ever paid attention to. Who cared if she felt ill in the morning or at any point in the day? It always seemed like her stomach was upset or she could not eat or some bullshit that made him roll his eyes at her. All he ever told her was that she just needed to eat and she would feel better. It usually worked, or so he thought.

 

“Whenever she wakes up, talk to her. She might not even know she is in her condition. Whenever you tell her and she is ready, tell her to come visit us down at the infirmary. She needs to be inspected thoroughly. I have been present at a few births that had different species involved, and since you are both humanoid, there should be little to no difficulty. However, we are not sure of this. You might want to talk to her and ask her about anything that she knows about the gestation period of Anausian women. It may be different than Saiya-jins. When she gets a chance, have her come down to the infirmary. She needs to be closely inspected, for after all, she is carrying the heir.”

 

Vegeta nodded, still in a daze. His wife was pregnant. That had taken little to no trying at all. He had not even been necessarily trying, and they had managed to do it within a few months. Did she know? What if she did not? What would she say when he told her...if he could even manage to do that?

 

Vegeta looked nervously from the doctor to the bed, where his pale tousled wife was lying under a blanket to keep her warm. How was he going to deal with this? Were they even ready for a child?

 

“Is that all you require of me, your highness?”

 

Vegeta looked at the doctor for a moment before he turned back to watch his wife. “Yes,” he said, waving his hand. “You may leave.”

 

The old man nodded and bowed before he left the room, leaving the King alone with his wife. Vegeta contemplated what to do, for now everything just seemed too fast for him.

 

It was almost an hour before she roused. He had been thinking, sitting next to her on the bed, watching and waiting for signs that she was awakening. His thoughts were jumbled and he stiffened when she reached out and touched his arm.

 

“Mmm...Vegeta.”

 

Her innocent sleepiness made him smile unconsciously. Her eyes were closed, but she had still known that he was there, and had not hesitated to reach out to find him. It was endearing how she always knew he was there. It made him feel like he protected her.

 

“Yes?”

 

Her drowsy eyes opened, and a big smile appeared on her face when she saw that he had removed his armor and was sitting topless on the bed. She giggled and her hand found its way to his pectoral muscles. “Mmm...Vegeta, you really know how to wake a girl up.”

 

He chuckled and reached for her wandering hand. She struggled to free it for only a moment before she gave up with a pout.

 

Bulma's happy demeanor changed in a flash when his expression transformed into seriousness. It was so odd how he could morph his expressions in just a second. From happy to sad or angry to disinterested. He only showed his happy and caring side to her when they were alone, or when he thought they were alone. True, he had given her things like flowers out in public, but everyone expected that for the happily reunited couple. They all knew they were in love; it was no secret to the planet. You could see it when they were together, just by watching them.

 

“What is wrong, Vegeta?” she asked, sitting up. Something was really wrong, because he was quite and still. He would not look at her. Her eyes narrowed.

 

“Did you something bad?” she said, poking him in the side, trying to get him out of his stern mood. She smiled and laughed when he jerked to the side to try to get away from her, and then she went after him. She leaped on him, tickling him with everything she had. She had him laughing hysterically, to the point where he could not breathe, before he finally caught her hands and forced them away from his vulnerable stomach and sides.

 

Vegeta growled at her when she finally relented, a big, evil grin on her radiant face. He frowned at her, but then his mood changed again, and his face turned from the dark scowl to a lighter, more contented appearance. He was staring at her so intently that she felt a blush come on, and he laughed lightly as he moved her tangled hair out of her face. He kissed her lightly on her pink lips, and she sighed dreamily and leaned into him for more. He only obliged her a short kiss, and she showed her displeasure by biting his lip when he ended it. Then she let out a silly laugh. “Bad Vegeta!”

 

He shook his head at her, and a big, naughty grin curled across his features. She had no chance.

 

“Ha!” he yelled, attacking her stomach and sides with his fingers just like she had to him. She was screaming and crying and laughing so hard that tears were pouring out of her eyes, and she begged for mercy with what breath she managed to find.

 

Vegeta stopped when she suddenly turned a vile shade of green. She looked up at him in panic as her hand covered her mouth, and she dove off the bed in a flurry of red silk.

 

Bulma barely managed to make it to the bathroom before she felt her stomach empty. She felt so nauseatingly ill that she just could not stop throwing up, and the taste in her mouth just made it worse.

 

Vegeta ran into the bathroom only a few seconds later, nearly slipping on the marble floor before he managed to make it to her and hold her hair for her.

 

Vegeta watched nervously as Bulma dry heaved over and over again, her body trembling wildly for many long minutes before she finally stilled, hunched over wretchedly. He could hear her groaning and see her tears of misery through her hair, and he hurried to grab a cloth and wetted it for her. The moment he handed it to her she placed it over her mouth and closed her watering eyes. He helped her stand, and she wobbled weakly on her feet before she regained her balance. She could not look at him without feeling embarrassed, so she looked down at the ground as he helped her back into the room.

 

“Are you all right?” he asked quickly, yanking on the bell pull to call for a servant. She nodded as she continued to look at the floor, her face pale and her hands shaking. He could tell that she was not used to being sick like that.

 

She mumbled something behind the cloth covering her mouth before there was a knock on the door. Vegeta looked at her with concern before he answered the door in the other room, demanding a glass of water and something that would calm an upset stomach. Then he frowned and thought better, asking instead for the Queen's old nanny. The woman would know what to do; she was practically a witch with herbs and other concoctions.

 

The old woman was there in under a minute. She demanded to know what was wrong with her baby before she pushed past the King and bustled into their sleeping chamber. Vegeta, well used to her actions, just ignored it and followed her.

 

“Oh, you poor baby! Were you ill? You are so pale! Are you getting sick?” she asked, placing her hand over Bulma's forehead. The woman frowned and began picking and poking at her, asking her all sorts of questions, questions that were somewhat familiar.

 

“Have you been getting sick or ill lately? Have you felt like you do not want to eat? Have you had any dizzy spells, or anything like that?”

 

Bulma answered all the inquiries, her eyes still avoiding her husband's. His own eyes narrowed on her, suspicious now. Was she hiding something, or maybe she already knew?

 

Nana clucked over her old charge for a few more minutes before she sighed. “Well,” she said, tapping her double chin. “It does not take a genius to figure this one out. You have been feeling ill, dizzy...you even fainted. When was the last time you had your monthly? Are you late?”

 

Bulma's face turned a fiery shade of red. “Nana! Vegeta is right there....” Her voice ended harshly.

 

Nana heard a snort in the back of the room. She shook her finger at the young woman, understanding. “Oh, my dear, do not be silly. Your husband should know all about this, after all, he was the one that put you in this condition.”

 

Her blush turned into paleness. “...Condition?”

 

The older woman laughed and clapped her hands together. “You are pregnant!”

 

 

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Oh yes, there she is...right there. A fine beauty, that she is. Long, black hair, black eyes. A true Saiya-jin woman.

 

I waste no time ripping her from the hallway and making my way hurriedly into my little private room as she walks by. I cover her eyes so she has no clue where we are heading, which is necessary for my protection. I cannot help but think about what a stupid woman she is, walking by herself in such a large building. She was going to regret ever walking around by herself...she was going to regret being a woman, a woman who belonged to Bulma and Vegeta.

 

She tries to scream, but my hand clamps over her mouth tightly. She struggles in my arms, but she is no match for my superior strength.

 

“Stupid bitch! Stop struggling or it will just be the worse for you!”

 

She stills for a moment as the words register, but once they do, she begins fighting earnestly. I ignore her as I drag her deeper in the room, where my makeshift bed is. She is pummeling me with her hands and kicking me with her feet, and I smack her face viciously to stop her. She whimpers pathetically and cradles her jaw, tears seeping out of her eyes as she falls to the bed.

 

I laugh again and crawl overtop of her. “What can possibly be wrong?” I leer at her, my face leaning in closely to hers. “Do you realize what is going to happen to you? Do you realize what I am going to do to your body...how I am going to violate you, damage you? Yes, my little lovely, you will never find a good husband now. If you are lucky, you will even become with child, a bastard, so you will remember for the rest of your life. You will remember this, exactly what I am going to do to you, every day, for the rest of your life.”

 

Her eyes widen in horror. She is terrified beyond words, and as I begin to rip off her expensive clothing, she makes not a sound. I am so good that I congratulate myself silently.

By the time I have broken her body, there is little left of her spirit. She is lying there, utterly and completely defeated, so pathetically broken, shattered, and ruined. I have just destroyed her life and any chance of happiness that she might have had, because I stole her virginity. I sneer at her bleeding body. She deserves it, for no one is worthy of happiness. No one is because I will never have it, and I want everyone on Vegeta-sei to know it. One day I will get Bulma, and the whole planet will feel my wrath when they learn what I have done to their precious Queen.

 

 

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“You need to go see the doctor, Bulma.”

 

She shook her head. She had barely even known for an hour before Vegeta told her that she needed to go down to the infirmary. He had told her everything; everything that the doctor had told him, about how she was pregnant. She thought it odd how everyone but her had known that she was pregnant.

 

“Vegeta, I do not want to go to the doctor. It is getting late...I am tired and hungry. I just want to be left alone. I have already been poked and prodded enough!”

 

He glared at her stubbornly. “You will go, Bulma. This is the fate of our planet, and the fate of our child! What if something is wrong? What would you do if you did not go to the infirmary and found out later that if you had, that our child would have been fine? You need to go.”

 

She felt like crying. Why was this happening to her? She had not planned to have a child for a long time; at least not until she felt that her and Vegeta had established a stable relationship and the planet was in safe hands. There were still too many things to do...they had not even gotten a Royal Guard yet!

 

She suddenly felt ill. “Vegeta, please. I do not feel good. Let me go tomorrow.”

 

He shook his head and took a hold of her upper arms. “No, you are going now. Just get going, and I will be right down after you. I have to get dressed.”

 

She felt her mood swiftly changing into sourness. She stuck her tongue out at him. “Whatever! I will go to the stupid infirmary...and I hope I fall down the stairs!”

 

He frowned at her. “I will not tolerate your mood swings, Bulma. Stop acting like a little girl and do as I tell you.”

 

She fisted her hands at her sides. “Ugh! You are so insensitive sometimes! I swear Vegeta, if I was the man and you were the woman, I would not make you do anything that you did not want to do!”

 

She continued to spit out angry words as she walked out of their suite, her nerves frazzled as she stomped down the hallway on her way to the infirmary.

 

“Stupid men!” she said to herself, stamping her feet hard on the carpeted floor. “Why do they have to be so ignorant and uncaring about how women feel? It is like all they care about is themselves and what they can get out of a woman!”

 

She saw the staircase looming in front of her. She remembered when she had been younger how she had slid down the banister so many times with Chichi. She sighed, her anger cooling. Why did life have to be so hard?

 

A hand came out of nowhere and clamped over her mouth. Her eyes widened in fear and panic as an arm wrapped around her middle, and she reacted quickly. She sent her elbow into her assailant's stomach and stomped on his foot, effectively making him release her with a pained grunt. She began to run towards the stairs to get away from her attacker, but only took a few steps before the person pushed her violently in between her shoulder blades.

 

She felt the air in her lungs whoosh out of her, and she did not know how she did it, but she managed to let out a strangled scream before she was sent hurtling down the stairs, head first. She felt the impact of the first few stairs like being hit head on by an air cruiser, and she felt her body fly back into the air from the cruel collision. She felt something jar painfully and her head hit a hard object, and then everything went black.

 

 

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“Stupid woman! Does she not know that all I am doing is looking out for her? She is such a—“

 

His voice stilled when he stood above the landing of the stairs. He felt all the blood in his face rush to his feet, and his whole body trembled harshly for a moment before he ran haphazardly down the stairs.

 

“Bulma!!”

 

Oh god, she was dead. He should have never talked to her that way. She really had fallen down the stairs...maybe she had done it on purpose; maybe it had been an accident.

 

He nearly stumbled down the last few steps before he fell down hard on his knees next to her on the marble floor. He feared touching her...he did not know if anything was broken or what. She was so still, it did not even seem like she was breathing. He looked around and without delay, yelled for help.

 

Several servants and guards appeared a minute later. What had taken them so long? He could hardly think, he did not know what to do. What if she was dead?

 

What if she...?

 

“Your highness! One of the Queen's ladies...she was raped, your highness,” one of the guard's said, his eyes widening when he realized who was lying on the marble floor. “The Queen!”

 

Vegeta nodded, his hands shaking as they smoothed over her body. He looked at the guard, now knowing what had taken them so long to get here. “Go to the infirmary and tell them the Queen has fallen down the stairs. They will know what to do.”

 

The guard nodded, and Vegeta was left with two servant girls and another guard. He felt his eyes water, but he blinked back the forbidden tears. He could not cry...he knew she was all right.

 

He knew she would be. Or at least he hoped.

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note: Oh my gosh...someone pushed Bulma down the stairs! Is she dead? Did she get brain damage when she hit her head? Who is the culprit? Why did someone rape one of her ladies-in-waiting? And what consequences are going to occur because of this?

 

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