Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The King and Queen Diaries ❯ Nagusami ( Chapter 18 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Author's Note: Well my peoples, I am back from like fifty years of not writing this story lmfao. Actually, I am sure that most of you who have been waiting for this story to be completed, that I had lost all my stories on a crashed computer, and just recently recovered them. Right now I am currently deployed because I'm in the military, and I have been trying to write some to finish this story. I will post whenever I get to a port, but that is going to be infrequent over the next seven months. I am in Paris right now, and then I will be in the middle east in a few months. I hope that you guys enjoy this new chapter! Please read the whole thing before you stop reading half way through and tell me how evil I am for writing what I did, lol. Please review and let me know what you think!!!
Chapter Eighteen: Nagusami (Comfort)
Brolli frequently noticed over the next few weeks that his Queen was growing weaker. It scared him to see such a once vibrant woman reduced to such lengths. Her features were gaunt and hollow, and her skin so white it was nearly translucent. The sad thing was, was that it was not because she was not eating, for she indeed was; Bulma ate frequently and often (how nourishing it was could have possibly been a factor), but she was still sickeningly weak. They all tried to make sure she was getting along as comfortably as possible, but it seemed whatever they did was not helping.
Bulma, however, did not seem to notice. She went about her daily tasks as if nothing was wrong. This worried everyone greatly, for Brolli and the others knew that she was trying to hide inside herself, away from the death of King Vegeta.
He was watching her walk around the camp, holding the burden of her belly as if it were paining her, but she was not willing to say anything. He had noticed the poor woman flinching frequently over the last few days, and the conclusions that he was drawing were not good.
Could she possibly be going into early labor?
Was she miscarrying?
Were the babes in distress?
She had been quiet, more so than usual since these "pains" had begun. He bit his lip, nervous as to if he should say anything, or act on it. He felt his feelings for her as his advisor and...whatever else he was...fighting against each other. He wanted to go to her, find out what was bothering her, but he was afraid she would push him away.
They were close to the outside of the village of Gishu, and had been there for the last two days, camped in the forest, recruiting, gathering supplies, and doing reconnaissance. The weather was starting to turn a little chilly since the onset of winter, if it could even be considered "winter". It would only last this way for about a month, as the suns adjusted positions.
He watched a young woman from the village stop in front of her Queen, curtsying deeply in respect, her wool dress dirty and patched, but curtsying just like a true lady. Bulma nodded, did not smile as she usually did, and stood there listening to whatever the woman was saying. The woman held out her arms, and Brolli stiffened for a brief moment in fear, ready to run towards his Queen instantly. However, the woman only passed some sort of fabric to the monarch, curtsying once more.
He could see the confused look on Bulma's face as she accepted the offering, and then, for the first time in a long time, saw her smile as she unfurled the two pieces of rich fabric. Brolli grinned almost automatically in spite of himself at the sight of his Queen clutching whatever it was to her breast, vehemently thanking the woman before her for the gift. The woman curtsied once more and left, a skip in her step.
The smile on Bulma's face fell off slowly, so Brolli could tell that it had not been a fake one. He watched her hold the two red pieces of cloth to her chest and close her eyes briefly before she turned, wobbled, clutched her back with her free hand, and then set off back to her tent.
His mind made up, he followed her.
The two guards in front of her tent held open the flaps before her, and she went inside. Brolli stepped up to the guards a moment later, nodding to them before he entered behind her.
“I assume it is impossible to have a bloody moment's peace.”
Brolli halted as if he had been shot with an arrow. “M-my Queen‒if you wish, I shall leave‒”
"No, it is fine. You are not as bothersome as the others," she murmured, sighing as she carefully folded the two pieces of red cloth and then set them next to her makeshift bed made of furs and cloaks.
"I...I saw that woman present you with a gift."
He saw a smile flick briefly across her face before she flinched and pressed against her back with her hand. “Bulma‒”
"I'm fine, Brolli. The babes...they are moving frequently and there is not as much room as before."
He watched her bite her lip and struggle to sit down. He nearly tripped over his own feet in his rush to aid her, and she thanked him quietly as he helped her sit amongst the furs of her bed. She leaned back awkwardly for she had no support, and Brolli fought with himself to help, to do something....
"The woman...she presented gifts for the heirs' imminent births." She gestured towards the folded fabric some feet away from her. "Blankets...for whenever they are born. They were part of her dower, but all of the men in her village are gone or dead, so she saw no point in keeping them."
He watched her struggle to get comfortable as she attempted to remove her cloak, but she was sitting upon it and became frustrated with her attempts. She flopped down upon the furs and looked like she wanted to have a fit.
Brolli chuckled to break the tension and awkwardness. He wanted to help her, but he did not want to make her uncomfortable. He drew in a deep breath and looked up to the heavens, praying.
He quickly moved behind her and unceremoniously lifted her up from under her armpits like she was as light as a child. She gasped in surprise, not used to being touched by anyone, but then laughed lightly as she tugged her cloak from underneath her with some difficulty. She had her legs spread out wide due to her belly, making her dress hike up to her knees. She tried to remove the hooks of the cloak, and yet again without saying anything, Brolli unclipped the article and set it aside.
What he did next he did not know shocked who more.
He sat himself down behind her, spreading his legs far enough to encompass her body. He pulled her stiff body back against his armored chest, allowing her the kind of back support that he knew she had been craving.
"Brolli, I-I...."
"It is fine, your Highness. I understand that you really have nothing to lie upon that is comfortable. Allow me to at least aid you in this."
She let out a shuddering breath, and he wondered if he was making her nervous being so close to him in such an intimate position. However, in the next moment, she giggled.
"Well, Lord Brolli, if you wish to aid me in such a way, would you kindly remove your burdensome armor?"
He flushed instantly, and he was grateful that she was not facing him. "O-of course, my Queen. Whatever makes you more at ease."
She leaned as forward as she could, and he removed his breastplate so quick that it made him feel stupid and like a schoolboy. He prayed that she did not notice he was shaking as she leaned back down against him, sighing almost in pleasure.
"You are warm."
His face flamed further. "Um...thank you, your Highness."
She laughed lightly, her graceful hand flicking nonchalantly through the air.
They remained that way for several minutes, silent, before Brolli began noticing her uncomfortable squirming once more. A frown marred his features as he recalled the primary reason why he had entered the tent.
"Bulma...I wanted to talk to you." He used her first name very infrequently, usually when he wanted to talk about something personal and only when they were in private.
She remained silent, and he wondered briefly if she had fallen asleep. But then she turned her head slightly, her cheek brushing his chin. He fought harder than he ever had in his life to keep the color down in his cheeks, especially when she rested her head against his shoulder, her dainty nose pressed against the crook of his neck. He swallowed, almost choking in his nervousness, as she drew in a deep breath. Was she smelling him? No...no, she was just breathing deeply.
"Yes, Brolli?"
He blinked. He had almost forgotten what he had said. Swallowing again, he turned his head to look at her, and he knew his face was growing pink yet again in the dimming light of evening. She was so close, so close he could almost... He shook himself. Stay on track.
"I...I have been noticing that something is wrong with you."
She turned away almost instantly at his words. "You are mistaken, of course," she said stubbornly. With the tone of her voice he chuckled; he knew she was lying and she growled because she knew that he knew as well.
"Your Highness, please do not lie to me; you know I have far more experience in these matters than you do, and with us not being able to procure a healer in the last month, I know that you are going through changes, things you do not understand. I have been watching you, and I know that you are going through pain, Bulma. Please tell me...I may be able to help you."
She was silent for some moments. Then, quietly, she said, "I have been having a lot of sharp pains in my lower back and abdomen...for the past few days I have been fearful that I was going into labor, but nothing seems regular like you have described to me before, so I assumed my body might just be preparing itself or something...but I am only around seven and a half months along. It is hard to keep track, however."
He smiled gently and unconsciously feathered his fingers through the fine hair at the top of her head. "Silly woman. You could probably prevent much of that pain just by resting, you realize that right?"
She snorted in the most unladylike way he had ever heard. He burst out laughing.
She giggled with him, and then as before, flinched as a pain hit her again. He instantly stopped laughing, and watched as she tried to rub the spot on her back, but she was too round to sit forward without help and it would have been odd reaching her hand between their bodies.
"Brolli, I...I know that this may sound like an odd request, but‒"
"Sit forward, your Highness."
She obeyed quickly, and then moaned almost instantly as his fingers pressed themselves against her spine. Her muscles quickly became loose and relaxed at his ministrations, her delighted groans muffled against the several layers of furs that she had gathered into her arms.
"Mmm...Brolli, that is divine. I do not know why I did not complain to you sooner. You could have saved me much pain and suffering."
He continued his movements, so happy to have made her so relaxed that he felt nearly giddy. It was growing increasingly dark outside, but neither of them bothered to light the oil lamps in the tent. They could see the fires flickering outside of the tent and the low murmurs of the men as they sat in companionable silence.
Brolli sat still a while later as his Queen laid back against him and snuggled into his warmth. He felt something nearly painful blossom in his chest as she rested against him, so completely and utterly trusting of him...only him.
He grabbed her cloak that he had tossed aside he did not know how long ago. It was chilly, and he did not wish her to be cold. She was nearly curled into his lap, and he felt his abdomen and back muscles straining to support both of them for so long, but as he covered her with the cloak, he realized that he would be willing to go through any pain necessary to keep her comfortable. He would die to keep her safe.
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He awoke to silence. He could hear animals and birds hooting in the forest, but the men were no longer talking, and the fires had died down.
His body was aware of the surroundings, and the sounds of the creatures outside the tent alerted him to the fact that all was safe.
Brolli pulled the body of the woman next to him closer, his face buried in her hair. She murmured in her sleep, and he smiled sleepily.
"Bulma...."
His eyes shot open. He blinked several times, and then nearly hyperventilated as he realized the compromising position he was in with his Queen. He was sleeping with her, fully clothed‒well, wait...when had he removed his shirt and boots?‒in a spooning position, and she was sleeping, calmer than he had seen her in a month.
The racing of his heart slowed. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, even in the darkness of the night. Gods, how he was falling for her. He wished so hard that she was his, so that he could take care of her, to make her feel loved once more. He knew that he would never fill the space in her heart that Vegeta had left her with, but he wanted to help, he wanted to take care of her pain. He did not even care about being a King, he did not care that the children she would soon be birthing would not be his‒he would raise them as his own if she would let him‒he just wanted her. All of her.
She began murmuring once more in her sleep, her brow becoming disturbed. He watched through the dark as she searched with her hand for warmth in her sleep, and he felt his heart leap into his throat. Was she searching for Vegeta? Oh gods...he could not imagine the pain if she said another man's name when he was next to her. Would she say‒?
"Mmm...Brolli...Brolli?"
A note of panic reached her voice and his heart fell into his stomach. She sat bolt upright, her hand clutching her chest as she searched for him in the dark, her vision unclear from sleep.
She had called his name.
From his position at the foot of the bed he crawled back towards her. She gasped, and then said quietly, fear in her voice, "Brolli?"
"I am here, Bulma."
He heard her release the breath that she had been holding. He saw her reach her hand out, to guide him back to her. He looked at her curiously through the dark as she tugged his hand, leading him towards her until he was bent over her. She reclined against the furs once more, and her hand fluttered against his cheek.
"I was scared that you had left me."
He did not know what to say. He was afraid he was going to say something stupid‒
"I will never leave you."
Stupid! How could you say that? How‒
"Stay with me, Brolli," she whispered, her voice laced with something he had never heard before in her dulcet tones. Perhaps...?
He laid back down next to her, facing her in the dark. He felt the nervousness gather back inside him at their position, their lack of decorum, if someone caught them now...he couldn't even begin to imagine the damage.
Her fingers played lightly over his cheek and then into his hair. She pulled her fingers through the strands over and over again, making his eyes grow heavy at the relaxing sensation. His eyes fluttered closed....
He felt something warm press against his lips in the next moment. His eyes flew open, and then grew impossibly wide at the sight of Bulma kissing him. He gasped, forcing her to remove her lips.
“Bulma‒”
He could hear the tears in her voice as she spoke. "I am so sorry, Brolli! Please, forgive me. I-I-I have n-never kissed another man before, and y-you...you looked so beautiful, so at peace, laying there...I am so sorry, it will never happen again."
Panic infused him. He did the only thing a desperate man in love could think of in a time like this.
He pulled her lips back down against his. She made a soft "mmph" noise in shock, but did not pull away. Instead, to his surprise, she wound her arms around his neck, pressing her round, pregnant body against his. He moaned involuntarily at the contact, his body reacting instantly. He could not believe he was kissing her, the Queen of the Saiya-jins, the woman he loved....
She opened her mouth under his lips, and he immediately invaded with his tongue. He felt urgent, full of need, like something this wonderful would never happen again and he had to cherish every bit of it right here, right now.
He felt her responding to his kisses, her tongue not hesitating to slide against his. He felt pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt before, and instinctively he pressed his arousal against her, his body yearning to gain some kind of friction.
She gasped against his mouth, and he immediately trailed his lips down her throat, tasting her skin as his tongue and lips moved over her skin, down her throat, to her shoulder, to the glorious swell of her breasts.
She let out a soft cry as his lips closed over her nipple through the fabric of her shift. He let out a muffled groan at the sounds coming from her mouth, at the incredibleness of this moment, the unbelievable taste of her....
He felt her shift beside him, and she moved onto her back. He followed fluidly with her, and nestled between her thighs. The only things between them were her shift and his trousers, and the thought drove his mind wild. In the next moment her shift was ripped apart, baring her round body to his eyes. Her own eyes widened, and for a moment he thought that he had scared her. Panic infused him and he backed away. How dare he? What was he thinking? Oh gods!
Her legs wrapped around him, and the surprising power of them brought him forcefully back down on top of her. It was as if she had not noticed the panic that was inside him, for she pulled him back down to her, her lips and tongue playing havoc with his ear‒
"Oh gods..." he groaned, pressing his hard length against the juncture between her thighs. He heard her delicate moan vibrate through his ear, and then his world went hazy as she moved against him as well.
How could he fight against such a woman? Her powers of seduction were beyond anything he had ever experienced. He wanted to fight her, but his mind was slipping, he would no longer be able to care if she kept‒
"Bulma," he gasped, pulling away from her torture, only to ravage her mouth a moment later as she forced him down to her lips. Oh gods, she tasted like heaven, like nothing he had ever had before, the last meal of a dying man...the drink of water for a man thirsting for water...the haven that the lonely soul had been searching for.
He felt her fingers on the skin of his abdomen, and he felt his muscles spasm under her touch as they reached the top of his trousers. He felt a combination of fear and elatedness at what she would do....
He had to bite his lip painfully to control himself from crying out and alerting the guards. Her warm hand moved over the length of his arousal through the cloth of his pants, and his hips jerked against her touch. He felt the panic and dread return at what they were so close to doing, oh gods...what if he could not stop?
"Bulma...Bulma...I‒" he fell forward and muffled his alarmingly loud groan into the soft fur being used as her pillow. His fall had trapped her hand, but he was careful to avoid the swell of her belly. Her ministrations ceased, and his mind was able to clear long enough to focus.
“Bulma, if we continue what...what we are doing, I...I do not think I can stop myself from...from‒”
Her hand squirmed from in between them, and he lifted himself enough for her trapped hand to be released.
Instead of telling him to stop, he felt her hand reach behind him and curl around the base of his tail. He instantly became harder than he had ever been in his life, and his hips began frantically bucking against her. He was afraid of hurting her, but the thoughts spiraled out of his head as she did the most amazing thing he had ever felt in his life to his tail, and he thought he was going to‒
"I want you inside me, Brolli."
He did not remember the next moments, all he knew was that his pants were gone in a matter of seconds, and he felt her hand curled around his amazingly hard length, preparing to guide him inside her.
His mind went instantly blank as he thrust inside her body, and he thought he was going to spill himself at the feel of her. She moaned frantically into her arm, trying to be quiet, but she was thrashing about, moving against him, begging him, crying out to him. He was watching her amazingly perfect breasts bounce up and down as he thrust wildly into her, harder than he had ever done before in his life. He knew he was bruising her hips but she did not seem to care, she just wanted more. She was arching her back, raking her nails down his chest, down his abdomen, and then she was clutching his buttocks, trying to bring him further inside her. She was keening in her throat, her lips pressed against his ear, moaning that she was so close, so close, oh, Brolli, harder!
He did not think he had ever been as wild for a woman before as he was for her! He had never heard a woman be so vocal of her pleasure, begging him, crying out for him, and he felt incredible, more incredible than he had ever felt before in his life‒but oh no, he was going to‒
He heard her cry out as he jerked out of her. His breathing was harsh and violent, and he could feel her trembling beneath him, writhing, on the brink of release, but he would not have been able to bring her to pleasure if his body had had its way. He refused...he absolutely refused to not bring this beautiful creature what she deserved.
He could not see around the large curve of her stomach, but he knew she had somehow muffled her surprised cry probably by stuffing her fist into her mouth. His mouth covered her swollen desire, and it only took a few hard flicks of his tongue and she came against his mouth. He groaned as he felt her thrashing, jerking against his mouth, and the vibration of his groan drove her wild again, and he was shocked to find her coming again. Amazed, he continued pleasuring her with his tongue and mouth, tasting her and driving her wild, again and again, until she sobbed that she could not take it anymore.
Again he was over her, kissing her, thrusting inside her welcoming body. She was clutching his shoulders, moving with him, and it only took moments for his body to stiffen above her, absolute shock written over his features as he released harder than he ever had before in his life....
He collapsed beside her, his breathing ragged. He was gulping in large amounts of air, for he swore he was never going to breathe correctly again. He felt her hand touch his shoulder, turning him towards her, and again she was depriving him of air by kissing him. She threw her leg over his hip, and he felt her hand on his length again, pulling him towards her.
He gasped, "Bulma‒again?"
He could see her smile in the darkness as she nodded. His body responded like they had not just made love. Confusion caused his brow to furrow, but she pushed him down and rolled over on top of him. Instantly scared, he attempted to sit up, but he collapsed as she sheathed him inside her once more.
"Bulma," he gasped, “please, I can hurt you in this position. If I go too deep‒”
She shook her head as she began moving against him, hard and deep, causing him to groan. She smirked, and he knew that she felt powerful in this position. "You will never hurt me."
He gasped and threw back his head, his fingers clutching her hips. "Never!" he cried, his body shaking beneath her. She was amazing...she was incredible....
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The sun was just beginning to rise when he awoke, feeling as if he had hardly slept but not caring. Closing his eyes once more, he mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over.
Then he gasped.
It had been a dream.
It had seemed so real. He had almost rolled over and pulled his Queen into his arms. Thank the gods he had realized that he had been dreaming before it had been too late.
Even still, he had fallen asleep in the Queen's bed. He feared that the whole camp would know by now. He prayed that the well-trained guards outside of Bulma's tent knew how to keep their mouths shut...for someone was bound to notice that Lord Brolli had never left the Queen's presence.
He looked down at the woman who was so prevalent in his thoughts. She was still asleep, curled up on her side, facing him with a small quirk to her lips, almost like she was having a good dream. Her arms were almost awkwardly curled around her growing belly. However oddly she was sleeping, she looked comfortable and looked much better than the previous day, even though she was still asleep.
He frowned, thinking hard. The last thing he remembered was aiding Bulma in relieving her pain, and the next thing he knew, he was dreaming about making love with her in a way he had never believed possible. Now he was awake, completely and utterly confused, wondering if he should just leave or wait for her to rouse.
He decided quickly and moved slowly out of the pile of furs and cloaks that made up her bed. He grabbed his shirt and boots, for he had fallen asleep in his trousers, and quickly pulled them on. Shortly after that he had on his armor, his weapons, and his blood red cape.
He watched her during the whole process, wishing that she would sleep much longer so she would recover some strength and regain some of her prior vigor. The pregnancy was obviously very hard on her, and it made him sad knowing that if she was not in this position, she would not be going through this pain. Hours of riding on a horse, hours of walking and standing, not getting the food and water that she needed, the vitamins and nutrients, the rest. If she was back at a palace, she would have constant supervision through her whole pregnancy, around the clock care, and everything that she would possibly ever need for comfort.
However much he cared for her, however much he wanted to be by her side and claim her as his own, he knew that he had to stay away. She was mourning for a dead husband that she loved more than her own life, more than the life of her own children possibly, and here he was, wanting to take her as his own. He knew that he had to reign in his desires or he would quite possibly ruin a wonderful friendship, a friendship that she needed more than anything now. He promised himself that he would help her in any way that he could so that her pain and suffering would not affect her nearly as much. Just rubbing her back had helped immensely, and he could tell just by the color in her cheeks.
He smiled. He knew what he would do. As her own personal advisor, he took it upon himself to make sure that he would do everything in his power to make sure that his Queen's comfort came before his own. His mind made up, he left the back of the tent by crawling under the canvas that fell to the ground.
Totally unsuspecting, he did not notice the tall, dark shadow standing nearby, hidden in the gloom of the early morning.
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Author's Note: Well, what did you think? I want to know everyone's personal thoughts on how Brolli is feeling towards Bulma. Do you like it/not like it? I really could use some reviews to let me know what you guys are thinking or if anyone is even around anymore! Thanks in advance you guys, I love you all!