Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The King and Queen Diaries ❯ Tsumamigui Damashitoru ( Chapter 4 )

Author's Note: I want to apologize to everyone for the lateness of this chapter. I waited so long to post this chapter because of many reasons. School has been harder this quarter, and not only that, but the place where I get most of my funding from wonderfully informed me a few days ago in a happy-go-lucky letter that they were no longer going to pay for my schooling.

 

I hope that I do not disappoint you guys with this chapter, for I am trying to lead this story in a direction that is difficult. I have had a few people read this chapter, and only one gave it back to me, with the help I was looking for. Thank you, maflo.

 

THERE IS A LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER!

 

I want to dedicate this chapter to my cat Turd, who suffered so much in his short life. I hope that you are in a better place now, chasing miceand in no more pain.Peace, “Frrricky Animal”.

 

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Chapter Four: Tsumamigui Damashitoru (Snatched Away)

 

City of Jighu

 

Five months later

 

 

 

This was the first time Bulma had ever been in this city, and she was grateful that Vegeta had taken her here, to the grand, sprawling white palace. For after all, with the condition she was in now, she needed all the relaxation she could get.

 

Bulma ran a gentle, caring hand across the tiny curve, a small, happy, intimate smile touching her pink lips.

 

Vegeta had wasted no time at all in showing her how much he had really wanted a child.

 

Bulma laid back leisurely on the chaise lounge in their set of rooms, the bright, tropical sunlight bathing her in warmth. The sun whispered over her skin like a lover's caress, making her glow with the attention.

 

The double glass doors were wide open, allowing the wind to flow through the air. Her hair was floating in the breeze, and she enjoyed its tender skims across her smooth cheeks.

 

She was wearing gowns in this climate that were thin, less heavy, and did not have suffocating fabric so she could stay warmer, like she had to in Versai weather. The fabric of her white and light blue gown breathed wondrously, and did not cling to her skin. The material was wispy, and when she walked, it almost looked like it was flowing around her. There was a band of light blue fabric tied beneath her chest, which could be adjusted to her needs and comfort. The top had been fitted to expand with her swollen breasts, for which she was eternally grateful. They were making her miserable with how tender they were; she could hardly move without noticing how full and heavy they felt.

 

She turned to her side and closed her eyes as she breathed in deeply, inhaling the exotic flowers that invaded every single crevice of the palace. She had thought that the gardens in Versai were beautiful in the summer time, but now she knew better. The flowers here bloomed all year, and they were all colors. Red, yellow, purple, blue, white. They mixed and blended together so that the flowers and plants were a rainbow of every imaginable shade. Flowers and vines hung down in canopies from the balconies, making it look like a cascading waterfall of flowers. And the scents that wafted through the air, oh, they were just amazing. Breathing itself was paradise, for there was not a moment that you did not smell something new and invigorating.

 

There was water everywhere, whether it was from waterfalls, ponds, or small lakes. There were fountains all over in the city and in the gardens, even in the palace. There was even an actual waterfall built into the palace, right in the center of it. The water flowed through marble and traveled all over the building; creating a peaceful, soothing stream sound that you could only hear in nature.

 

Most of the ceilings were glass in the extensive building, so the sunlight could penetrate and you could see the eternally clear red sky. It reflected off the water and made it look like a rainbow of crystals. The windows were always open, and most of the rooms had doors that opened onto balconies or verandas. Breezes were constantly flowing through the rooms, and everything smelled like flowers.

 

She loved it here, and she never wanted to go back to Versai. Ever.

 

She made a contented noise in her throat, her arms lying limp on either side of her. A maid busied herself with a vase of pink flowers, hermaiums, her new favorite flower. The room was quiet except for the sounds of the young girl humming, and the soft breeze that continuously blew through the open doors, which led out onto a balcony that overflowed with even more flowers.

 

She had done hardly anything since they had left a week ago from Versai, and Vegeta seemed quite content knowing that she was safe in her room, surrounded by her battalion of maids and new royal guard.

 

Oh yes, what a wonderful time that had been. Bulma had been left out of the rest of the tournament, for her own fear had kept her from leaving the palace. Vegeta had overseen the rest of the tournament within the next month, and selected the best men out of hundreds.

 

His own guard had been of little concern to him, but he had dissected every single man that had been selected for hers. Their personality, if not happy or jovial enough, was considered inadequate for her own happiness, and the man was booted out and replaced with another. Their strength, if not superior to that of any Saiya-jin's on Vegeta-sei, was laughed at and then, yet again, replaced by another. On and on it went, from their skill, to their intelligence, to their protectiveness towards women, and to the loyalty they would have for their Queen and any future children.

 

Vegeta had selected very well. She was pleased with her guard, and already she had made friends with all of them. They protected her with their lives, and always made sure that she was utterly comfortable, especially after Vegeta sat them down and explained to them that she was now carrying the heir, and would be on constant watch.

 

She sighed and lightly ran her hand over the barely detectable bump that held her precious child. She had withheld from making love with Vegeta for almost a month before he had nearly ravished her with want against the wall of their bedroom. She giggled when she remembered the memory; one that she held dear, for the bed had only been two feet away.

 

It had merely been another month after she had been loved madly against the wall when she noticed that her monthly had not come. First she had thought that something was wrong, that perhaps because of her fall, she would no longer be able to have children. She had panicked and left with two of her guards to the infirmary, making sure that no one, not even Vegeta, knew that she was gone and what she was doing.

 

The doctor had examined her, much to her embarrassment, but he had told her that nothing was wrong; in fact, she had made a full recovery. She had been utterly relieved, but when she had gone to ask why her monthly had not come, the doctor had just smiled and patted her hand, something her father would do. “You are carrying the heir, your highness. That is why you are late.”

 

She had been so shocked that it had not registered for a full day. By the time it actually hit her, she had nearly ran Vegeta over when he had entered their room at the end of the day. After smothering his whole face with kisses, she had happily exclaimed that she was with child.

 

Vegeta's reaction was another memory that she would never forget, and she smiled languidly thinking about it.

 

His entire face had lit up with a smile that she had not seen in months, and then he had twirled her around the whole room, talking nonstop about so many things at once that even she had wondered if he knew what he had been talking about.

 

She sighed wistfully again, wishing that she could see him right then. He was at another one of his meetings, this time with diplomats from some minor planet. Apparently they wanted Vegeta-sei's protection, just like every other planet out there.

 

“Your highness, do you require anything?”

 

Bulma turned towards the maid dressed in a blue and white dress, not as full and much lighter than hers, for she was not required to dress like she was.

 

She thought quickly, and then nodded when she felt the heat in the room suddenly grow. She wondered if it had something to do with the child or the midday heat, and shifted uncomfortably. “If you could bring a fan, I would be eternally grateful.”

 

The girl nodded and curtsied, leaving Bulma to wait a few minutes before three girls entered the room. One was carrying a pitcher and a glass, another carrying a bowl of ice water and a cloth, and the girl that had asked her so nicely was carrying a large, wide fan.

 

Bulma was surprised at the excellent service as she was treated to a glass of some kind of iced fruit drink, a cloth that was cooled with ice water, and one of the maid's fanning her two feet away. It was lovely in this climate, but once it reached midday, the heat was sweltering, and the child nestled inside her was not helping.

 

An hour later, Vegeta found his wife dozing in a lounge chair in front of two open doors, three maids surrounding her and taking turns to fan her. He nodded at them and excused the girls, thanking them quietly for their service to their Queen. They all smiled brightly and left, all curtsying at the same time.

 

Vegeta waited until the door was closed behind him before he walked over to his wife and knelt down beside her on the white and cream carpet. She was sleeping a lot more now, whether it had something to do with the midday heat or their child, he had no idea. It made a strange warmth grow in his chest when he saw her like this, uninhibited, unafraid.

 

For so long she had been too frightened to even venture forth from their room when they had been residing in Versai. She had been depressed, wanting to go out but afraid that something would happen to her again. He had tried everything, from giving her gifts to showering her with adoration and even taking off more time to spend with her. Nothing had seemed to work.

 

He had finished selecting their royal guard in a month's time, and he was happy with the selection, as was his wife. She told him all the time the little endearing things that her guards did for her, like how they always opened doors for her, or made sure that she was constantly in good health. They were continuously asking her if she needed anything, and they were always at her beck and call, no matter when or where.

 

During the month that Vegeta had been selecting their guard, he had waited patiently for his wife to heal. He had wanted more than anything to be able to claim her magnificent body with his own, and the long weeks had been utter torture. He had wanted her so badly that by the time she told him that it was all right, that she was healed, that he had taken her right against the wall they had been standing next to.

 

Amazingly, after only another month, Bulma had told him that she was pregnant again, which with the way that he had wanted her all the time, should have been expected. It had taken a moment to register, but once it had, he had been so happy that he had picked her up and swung her around the room. Her laughter had been so beautiful, so happy...he would remember it forever.

 

Soon after Vegeta had found out his wife was pregnant, he had told the royal guard and forced them into secrecy, for he wanted no one else to know, just in case something like her “accident” happened again. The guards were always on constant alert, and worked around the clock many times. The heir to the throne of Vegeta-sei was no joke, especially when their empire was growing everyday.

 

Vegeta had waited almost three months until he knew Bulma was content with her new royal guard and everything was safe and sound with their child before he told her that they were going on an extended vacation to Jighu, one of Vegeta-sei's most beautiful cities. She had never been there, and had been nervous about leaving Versai, a familiar and well-known place. But once she had actually gotten there....

 

She was glowing. She was so utterly beautiful, lying in the sun, her eyes closed peacefully. Her hand was resting protectively above the tiny curve that was only visible when she was unclothed. It was amazing to watch the way her body was changing, adapting to the child she was carrying. Her hips had become wider and more rounded, a sight that had startled him the first time he had noticed it. It was so lovely to see her agile frame gather curves that he had not thought possible with the beauty she already possessed. She was constantly blushing with the way his hands would mold around her shapely body, eager to explore new territory.

 

She had yelped right in his ear the other day when his hand had been a little too firm on her breast, which he should have known better, for as she had explained months earlier to him with her eyes downcast and shy, that they hurt and he had to be more careful. His touch had instantly gentled, and all had been forgiven.

 

Now Vegeta knew that he had to handle her much more carefully, especially when they had no idea what to expect with mixing their species. They were both humanoid, but still, their gestation periods were different. Anausian women only carried their children for ten months, and Saiya-jin women carried theirs for a year and a half. Vegeta had thought it amazing the difference of the time that their species carried their children during pregnancy, for they were nearly alike. The only differences seemed to be the coloring, and the superior strength that Saiya-jins had.

 

Doctors were constantly monitoring her, at least once a day. She even had half of his own guard surrounding her, and even though they were not in the room right at that moment, Vegeta knew that they were patrolling up and down the hallways, watching outside their room, and walking around the palace near their rooms. There was even a guard stationed in each of the rooms that they were not currently in, just in case someone slipped in that way. With the way that the windows and doors were constantly open to let breezes through, it was obscenely easy for someone to have access to the palace.

 

Vegeta stroked his wife's hair, loving the way she only had half of it up. Her hair had always amazed him, for it was one of her most beautiful assets. The way the long strands curled around her bare shoulders was enticing in the least.

 

Bulma stirred at the touch of his fingers on her throat and shoulders. She murmured something, and then turned towards him on her side. He watched languorously as her breasts strained against the cloth of her dress, a most welcome sight. She was a tease even when she was resting.

 

“Mmm...Vegeta,” she mumbled, her eyes opening briefly before they closed again, a smile touching her lips. Her arms moved and opened up to him, curling around his shoulders as his own arms wrapped around her. He pulled her against his chest, breathing in her flowery scent as her head rested on his shoulder.

 

“How are you feeling?” he asked, stroking his cheek back and forth against hers, an affectionate move that she seemed to enjoy. He felt her smile again, and he kissed her soft skin.

 

“I am fine,” she said, her eyes opening again. She pulled back in his arms, and then kissed his lips languorously. His fingers buried themselves in her hair, and he pulled her tighter against him. She laughed suddenly when his balance became off and she slipped off her chaise lounge, tumbling onto the carpeted floor. He cushioned her fall with his own body, and she barely felt the impact.

 

Vegeta willingly stayed on the carpet with his wife laughing above him, sprawled across his chest. He was still holding her, but instead of kissing her again, he just watched her happy expression. He could not explain in words how wonderful it was to see her carefree like she used to be.

 

“Oh, Vegeta! You are so clumsy!” she giggled, purposefully climbing all over him for retaliation. He grunted when her hand got him in the stomach, and she shrieked when he reached for her to get his own revenge. She started crawling away, laughing so hard it hurt. He laughed behind her, and she almost curled up into a ball from the pain in her stomach from all the laughter. He caught her ankle, and she yelped in surprise as he began dragging her back towards him, her dress moving up around her thighs. She struggled to get free as he flipped her over onto her back, but when she caught the look in his eye, she knew she was doomed. He smirked wickedly as he slipped off her blue slipper, and her eyes widened and closed as she prepared for him to tickle her feet. She knew the dreaded moment was coming....

 

She felt his lips on her ankle. She peeped one eye open, still not trusting him to not tickle her mercilessly. He was smiling down at her, her foot perched on his shoulder. Both of her eyes opened as his lips began trailing up her leg, and she could not help but feel a flush of pleasure rise up on her cheeks as his lips and tongue found their way onto the pale skin of her thigh.

 

“Vegeta...” she whispered, want surging through her. He knew just what buttons to push to get her in the mood, and her thighs were just one of those spots.

 

Vegeta's free hand followed the length of her opposite leg, dragging her thin dress with his fingers. He could hear her draw in her breath suddenly, and smiled down at her knowingly.

 

“Do you like this, Bulma?” he asked in a lowered, husky voice. She nodded up at him, wordlessly voicing “yes” to him.

 

Vegeta allowed his lips to return to her thighs, kissing them and licking them lightly, giving them a few nipping bites. She moaned helplessly as she watched him, her eyes pleading with him. He knew what she wanted, and he was just torturing her on purpose.

 

He watched her face as his fingers reached under her gown, and then he stopped, his eyebrow raised.

 

“No undergarments?”

 

Her face flamed, and she nodded. He chuckled and shook his head, delighted that his wife had, in her own small way, shown that she had been waiting for him to come back.

 

Vegeta lifted her left leg onto his shoulder, his right hand finding the secret place between her legs. She trembled at his touch as his fingers made their magic, delving inside her gently and then teasing her pleasure spot. He quickly had her moaning and thrashing on the floor, her breathing coming in quick pants.

 

She bit her lower lip, her eyes watering with sudden, unexpected emotion. “Vegeta...please,” she said softly, not understanding why she was crying, but it seemed to get the desired reaction out of him.

 

His fingers left her and she found her leg lowered onto the floor. In the next moment he was above her, wiping away her tears. “Why are you crying?” he asked, at the same time pushing her dress above her waist and urging her legs apart. His right hand cupped her cheek tenderly as his left hand expertly undid his pants, and she gasped loudly as his hardness filled her completely only a moment later.

 

“I am s-sorry,” she said roughly, her voice suddenly harsh. Her hands reached for his hips, and she lifted herself up closer to him, wanting to be as near to him as possible.

 

Vegeta forgot what they were talking about the instant he was inside her. The hand that was on her cheek fell to her shoulder and then to her breast, which was still covered by her dress. She moaned as he thrust inside her, not as gentle as he should have been, but not caring.

 

“Vegeta,” she gasped, her eyes wide on his face as she watched his contorted expressions. He always looked so strained when they were making love, but it was amazing to watch. There were moments that he looked like he was in complete ecstasy, and other moments when he looked like he was going to die. At that particular moment he looked like he was in heaven.

 

“Oh,” he groaned roughly, throwing his head back as he moved to his knees and his hands shifted to her thighs and gripped them tightly. His speed increased, and when his chin fell back to his chest, he saw the wild look in his wife's eyes and almost spilled himself. He knew what that look meant, and he prayed that it was going to be soon because he did not know how much longer he was going to last.

 

“Oh, Vegeta!” she cried, her hands searching for something to grab onto as she neared her climax. One hand gripped onto his white shirt and the other clutched his arm wrapped around her thigh. Her hips lifted off the floor as heat exploded through her, her cries loud and harsh. She briefly heard Vegeta curse and then groan loudly the moment she plummeted over, and only a few seconds later she felt the warmth of his essence spill inside her.

 

He almost fell on her, but his arms caught him at the last second. His eyes were closed, and his whole body was trembling. Bulma drew in a deep breath and calmed him by stroking his arms on either side of her.

 

His eyes opened a few moments later, as dark and as sinful as ever. There was a slight flush on his cheeks, and his chest was still heaving. His trembling stopped almost as soon as it had started, and then he stared down at her.

 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice still rough. He had taken to asking her that almost every time they made love since he had found out she was pregnant, and even though it was repetitive, she knew that he cared enough to make sure she was always in perfect health.

 

“No,” she murmured, her eyes lowered.

 

He moved off her, straightening his clothes quickly and then helping her up. He helped her over to their bed, which was situated in the middle of the room, against the white walls. She sat down and placed her hand over her stomach, smiling.

 

“I think we are fine, Vegeta,” she said, looking at him with open adoration in her eyes.

 

 

 

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One week later

 

Bulma sat relaxed on the balcony off the room she shared with Vegeta, enjoying the two suns' magnificent warmth. Two of her guards, Senaka and Kutibiru, leaned against the white walls of the palace, watching her from a short distance and keeping an eye on the area around her.

 

All was peaceful and quite.

 

“Today is beautiful, isn't it your highness? You should go for a walk or something, get some exercise for the heir, if not for your great body. We can go with you,” Senaka suggested, his arms crossed over his chest leisurely. He was a relaxed type of man, but he was extremely fast and agile. His accuracy with knives and the combination of a bow and arrow were deadly. He was young, just over twenty. His hair was black and so were his eyes, just like most Saiya-jins. His hair was spiky, also like all Saiya-jins, except just like his personality, they were lazy and relaxed, and went down to his shoulders. He was above average height, almost seven feet. He was pure sugar with the ladies, and was constantly bathing her in compliments.

 

“Her highness doesn't have to do a thing, stupid,” Kutibiru spat, so protective of her that he never wanted her to leave the room. He hesitated to even have her on the balcony.

 

Kutibiru was the type of man that was extremely chivalrous, and she knew without a doubt that he would die for her. She always saw him helping others, and when it came to her, she knew he would do anything for her. Just last night she had been thirsty, and she had not wanted to wake Vegeta (he worked so hard), so she had tiptoed over to their guarded doors and opened them just an inch. Kutibiru had been the one standing the closest, and had leaned his extremely spiky head in close to hers. When she had asked for a glass of water, he had smiled and nodded, willing to do anything for her.

 

He was tall, just over six feet. He excelled at the art of weaponry, and was skilled at being able to blend into shadows. He could be right behind you and you would never know it. He was married, had an amazing seven children, and loved his wife so much, that when he talked about her, Bulma felt her heart melt. He was one of the older members of her guard, just under forty. Both of them were sweet, but when Kutibiru sensed that something was not right, or he did not like the thought of her doing something dangerous, he was snappy, like he had just been to Senaka.

 

“Ah, come on, man. You're so mean sometimes. Maybe her highness would like to go for a walk, ever think of that, huh?” Senaka argued, sticking his tongue out at his fellow guard.

 

Kutibiru scowled in his direction. Bulma just watched with amusement, enjoying the entertainment as they bickered back and forth. Besides just lying around and her short time with Vegeta everyday, she hardly did anything at all.

 

“I would enjoy a walk, actually,” Bulma said, standing up from her cushioned bench. She shook out her light purple dress, trimmed in a darker shade of violet. “Would one of you like to inform your Captain?”

 

Kutibiru grinned evilly, bowing with his hand over his shoulder to his Queen. “I would love to go tell him, your highness. You wait right here.”

 

Senaka's mouth fell open as Kutibiru left. “That bastard! He's gonna convince the Captain not to let you go. You know that he can say whether or not you're allowed to go somewhere.”

 

Bulma rolled her eyes and waved her hand through the air as she grabbed her lacy white shawl. She heard him complaining about wanting to go for a walk and how she needed exercise for the heir when Kutibiru walked back in, scowling. Senaka knew immediately that the Captain had given them permission.

 

“Are you ready, your highness?”

 

“AAAAHAHAHA!”

 

Senaka laughed as he ran from the balcony, nudging Kutibiru in the ribs until the older man whacked him upside his child-like head. “Shut up and get going!”

 

Senaka rubbed his head, pouting. “Ah, come on, man. You didn't have to be so violent with my poor head.”

 

Bulma laughed, her head falling back and her hair tumbling down past her hips. She had started wearing it down lately, and she had to admit that she loved the attention from Vegeta. She swore that he loved her hair as if it were a living thing.

 

The Queen's two guards escorted her to the back of the palace, to the walled tropical garden. They kept several paces behind her to allow her some privacy as she strolled along the white walkways, stopping every once and a while to sniff a flower or stroke the petals. She trailed her fingers through the clean, sparkling water of all the fountains she passed by. It was a beautiful day out, not too hot and not too cold, and there was a perfect breeze. She felt contentment flow through her to her very fingertips, and she rested her hand over her stomach protectively, smiling all the while. Life was almost perfect.

 

“Your highness, watch out!”

 

Instinct and the need to protect her child made some part of her brain switch into a mode that was almost a sixth sense. She immediately ducked, and the second she did, something large and deafeningly loud exploded only a few feet beside her, spraying rock and chunks of dirt everything. She screamed as she was flung from the resounding impact, her arms curling around her middle to shield her baby.

 

Moments later she felt two large bodies cover her, the heavy weight pushing her painfully into the ground, but amazingly, she did not feel it. Senaka and Kutibiru dragged her up to her feet and began dragging her in a direction away from the palace, amongst the debris and flying rock. Everything was exploding around her, and the ground would not stop shaking. She could hear men, women, and children screaming from the city of Jighu, as well as everyone in the palace. She took notice of the earsplitting noise of engines overhead, and the sounds of something repeatedly flying overhead, the whining cries sounding like the actual sky was ripping apart and screaming from the pain.

 

Seconds later a piercing siren went off, making her ears ring and her balance become off. She swayed as her two guards continued to haul her towards safety, wherever that was. Her stomach rebelled from the pain in her head because of the danger signal, and she closed her eyes, praying that her stomach would not give way to her lunch.

 

Senaka's grip on her loosened and then disappeared all together. The loss of him on her right side toppled her over completely, and she felt her legs give out on her. Her hand shot out to protect her from the fall, but Kutibiru caught her before she hit the trembling ground. He tossed her into his arms as if she was a feather, something that reminded her of her husband, and she felt tears leak out of her eyes, wondering if he was safe.

 

Senaka shouted moments later, and then she was engulfed in a cold, damp, dark place. Her arms went around Kutibiru's neck as they ran down an old, damp hall that seemed to be underground, a secret passageway of sorts. She had no idea where they were, but she was grateful that her guards knew where they were going.

 

She could still feel the ground shaking as they went deeper and deeper underground, the darkness becoming blacker and blacker, and the coldness seeping into her bones. Their pace slowed as the corridors became twisted and mangled, making them take time to figure out which way to go.

 

She could not take it anymore. She sobbed and begged them to stop. “Please, I cannot take it anymore. Please stop, just for a moment.”

 

Kutibiru halted, and her stomach rose into her throat. Her eyes widened and she fell to her knees, heaving the contents of her stomach up right there. She shook with the force of her stomach rebelling so harshly. She had not been sick once since she had found out that she was pregnant, but now she knew what it was like.

 

“Your highness, we must hurry,” Senaka said, looking from the opposite way they had come. Bulma trembled from the shock of throwing up, and looked up through the dark to see her guards watching her, only their shadows visible. She sniffed, wiping her mouth and eyes off with her gown, which was now completely ruined. It was ripped, torn, and filthy with dirt and bile.

 

She tried to steady herself. “What is going on out there?” she gasped, not knowing whether to shout or whisper, but either was difficult at the moment. Never in her life had something like that happened, whatever it was.

 

“We are being attacked, your highness.”

 

Bulma stared at Senaka through the dark, shock hitting her. “I do not believe you.”

 

How could they be attacked? They were one of the most powerful empires in the known universe. Kings and dictators alike from all planets obeyed them, and in return, they were protected. Planets came to them for safety, for harbor. Their strength grew every day with the guidance of her husband, who had done more in less than a year than his father had done in a decade.

 

Her hand fell to her stomach, praying that her child, the heir to Vegeta-sei, was safe.

 

“Regardless of whether or not you believe we are being attacked, your highness, we are. That is why you are here. This is an underground passage, made especially for escapes.”

 

Kutibiru patted her shoulder, hoping to calm her. “This is a very old passage, but it will lead us out of the city. There, we will more than likely meet up with the rest of your guard. His highness might be there as well.”

 

“But what about the city? How will Vegeta meet up with us?”

 

“The city has escape routes as well. This passageway has many winding tunnels, one of which comes from the palace.”

 

She looked down and instead of seeing the ground, she saw nothing because of the darkness. Her arms wrapped around her middle, wishing Vegeta were the one holding her. “I...I hope Vegeta is safe,” was all she could say.

 

Kutibiru and Senaka started their trek again, urging her on. They told her that Vegeta might actually not be there, waiting for them, for he might be trying to make a counterstrike against their attackers from the palace. The thought of Vegeta still being in the vulnerable palace clenched her heart nearly out of her chest.

 

As they walked on, Bulma could hear the sounds of soaring air cruisers and many other flying objects overhead. She recognized the sounds of Vegeta-sei's own fighter cruisers, which were only used on other planets, for they had never thought that their home planet would be attacked. Most of Vegeta-sei's troops were off-planet, guarding other systems from attacks like this.

 

Were they prepared for an invasion? All she could do was pray that they were just being attacked, maybe by mistake or something. She did not want any deaths, but she knew that was very improbable.

 

Explosions rang from overhead, causing the ground shake and dust in the tunnel to fall, making the air dusty and making it hard to breathe. She coughed and waved her arms in front of her, trying to clear the air. It was already dark enough; she had to keep her hand on Senaka's shoulder in order to feel where she was going, not to mention all the hidden dark, twisting corridors that she could get lost in.

 

Senaka turned when he felt the Queen's hand leave his shoulder. He tried to feel for her with his hands, but felt nothing.

 

She was gone.

 

“Kutibiru! The Queen is gone!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author's Note: Who stole Bulma? Was it her and Vegeta's “stalker”? Or maybe it was one of the people who were attacking Vegeta-sei! Well, I'm not gonna tell you, lol. You'll just have to review ;)

 

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