Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Legend Of the Bond ❯ One last time ( Chapter 21 )
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By: Tennyo_elf 
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And this chapter has a little lemon in it, just letting you guys know. Hope you enjoy.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2007 | Updated On: 06.05.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.5K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Beta version brought to you by Hollyberry.
And this chapter has a little lemon in it, just letting you guys know. Hope you enjoy.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2007 | Updated On: 06.05.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.5K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
ghostly priest began to gather up the items he had used in the ceremony which had taken place only moments before. The prince had married the alien female out of love, not for power or strength as was the custom. It was also obvious to him that the prince indeed had the bond, although the priest’s own knowledge about it was vague at best. But the man that had stood before him to join with his chosen woman was much different from the boy the priest had known but a few years ago. To the priest, this was a good sign; Prince Vegeta was now destined to be the Legendary of prophecy and his alien bride, Princess Bulma, would be regarded as the key to ultimate power. And the priest had to admit, alien or not, she was amazingly beautiful and easy to admire, much like the prince.
Once he finished, the priest raised his head to look over at Prince Vegeta and Princess Bulma, who looked to be in the middle of a grim conversation. They looked natural talking together, and rather charismatic in their body language, but judging by their lowered tones and their serious expressions, they also seemed to have knowledge of something important and dangerous. And whatever it was, the priest vowed to himself, he wanted nothing to do with it. Instead he gazed at the two for a moment longer. They were truly a most regal couple. The priest firmly believed that the prince turned into the Legendary and ascended to the throne, they both would be revered by the people and Vegeta-sei would flourish under their rule. Deciding to finally announce that he was finished, he cleared his throat and coughed noticeably before walking up to the prince and bowing.
Bulma had been informing him about the actual progress of her work, giving him detailed outlines instead of the usual short analyses that he had always requested before when he wanted to distance himself from her. Now, he wanted to fully enjoy her and take advantage of the fact they were married, but he had to first focus on getting rid of Freeza and taking care of the rebellion. Well, he also wanted the priest to depart so he could touch Bulma again. When he saw the priest approach them and bow, he was relived, thinking that the old cleric was signalling his intention to leave, although another thought occurred to him. Cursing silently, Vegeta knew Bulma needed to get back to her inventions at the lab and he had to prepare for the final meeting of the rebellion. When he heard Bulma’s soft chuckle, he knew immediately that she had heard his silent curses in her mind. He threw a quick scowl at Bulma just before he turned to address the old man bowing before him.
“Priest, escort Princess Bulma back to the Science and Technology Building and then see to it that she is safely brought back to me.”
Before the aging priest could say anything, Bulma frowned at Vegeta, irritated that she had to be parted from him so soon. “Vegeta, you want me to leave now? Right after we got married?”
Slightly angered at Bulma’s continued stubbornness and completely ignoring the priest, who now had a rather pleading look on his face, Vegeta snapped, “Don’t question me, Bulma! We don’t have time indulge in your so-called ‘honeymoon.’ I need to contact some of my subordinates and you need to get your things immediately.”
“All of my things?” Bulma asked, slightly puzzled.
“Tch, not everything.” She was beginning to test the limits of his patience with her questions. Luckily, the only thing holding his temper in check was the assurance that Bulma was his, finally. As soon as all this was taken care of, they could spend as much interrupted time together as they wanted.
“What about the king, Vegeta?” Bulma asked, worried anew about whether his father was going to kill her or turn her over to Freeza. Vegeta had taken it upon himself to secure her freedom, about which only a few people on the council had knowledge. And in doing so, Vegeta had superseded the king’s authority, a clear violation of his princely power. And once the king found out about it, it would not be good.
“Don’t worry about him. Now, go and hurry up!” Vegeta said with a slight sharpness in his voice.
“Fine, fine,” she said, giving Vegeta a sour look. Bulma turned to face the priest, who was trembling, his body bent and his eyes affixed to the floor. “Let’s go, Priest-sama.”
Quickly acknowledging her command, the priest straightened up and began to follow just behind Bulma as she walked towards the entrance of Vegeta’s suite, knowing all too well her husband was watching her every step. It felt good to have a scientist’s coat flow cape-like behind her, almost like she was indeed royalty. The priest kept up as best he could, but not to the point that he was lagging behind. As she opened one of the two large double doors, she paused and turned to look back at Vegeta. Bulma quickly flashed a wink and blew a kiss to him. Once she felt his slight embarrassment, she smiled to herself and left, accompanied by the priest to make her way to her old workplace.
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Vegeta waited for a moment more after Bulma left to collect himself. Finally, after all these years of wanting her, he had his bonded. Of course, this should have happened years ago, if only Nappa hadn’t wasted precious time by disobeying him. If only she had been immediately placed in the Science Division as soon as the Chikyuu-jin’s landed, instead of the slaves’ quarters, then he would have found his bonded that much sooner. And none of this mess would have happened. But at least they were together now. Closing his eyes, he could easily picture himself killing Nappa, but the scene in his mind became distorted and changed. He watched himself raise a gloved hand to cast a fatal blast towards Nappa, but it was all taking place on Chikyuu, not Vegeta-sei, and the bald Saiya-jin’s death was in retaliation for his weakness, not betrayal. Vegeta opened his eyes quickly, to erase the image from his mind. These odd and alarming visions or memories only served to rattle him. From now on, Vegeta would not allow his mind to wander and concentrate only on what was necessary.
Vegeta had to think about the next step in his life, which was to prepare for his rebellion. The time would have to be now; they couldn’t wait any longer. Tonight, he would meet one last time with his followers and introduce Bulma and her inventions to them. Within a week or two, he would openly declare his opposition to Freeza and join the rebellion’s fleet. Vegeta walked into his personal communication room and, on a secure line, contacted Bardock. The prince had come to rely completely on that jester’s father over the years. Bardock was unquestionably loyal and seemingly stronger than he wanted to admit. Once Bardock’s face appeared on the screen, both of them knew that the time was coming to fight and to bring true glory to Vegeta-sei.
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Taking extreme care, Bulma reached down and turned over another burnt piece of debris. Even though the explosion had taken place two days ago and things in the room were no longer hot to the touch, the broken piece was still sharp around the edges. Under it, she found a capsule she had been looking for. It had taken her a good three hours to find every capsule that had been flung about the workroom. Luckily, she had kept a list of the capsules, so she knew nothing was missing, including the one that was in her room. The completed “GR” was a gift she was now eager to give to her new husband. Smiling at the thought of what had taken place today she stopped and took another look around the lab, thinking back to all her memories regarding Vegeta. In this room, where there was once only agony and loneliness, she felt happiness, filled with a sense of opportunity to live the rest of her life with the person she utterly loved.
Everything had happened so fast. To think she had lost her virginity just the night before and married the next day. When he had confessed to her that it was he last night and when he opened his heart to their bond, she knew he loved her. There had been enough sorrow and misunderstandings between them. She loved him and he loved her...and that was all that mattered. The immediacy of their marriage was necessary, given the threat of Freeza loaming over them, not to mention the king’s suspicions, and all of the other dangers she could very well be in. Being a princess would make it easier for Vegeta to protect her when the time was right.
Bulma smiled. Though danger was only around the corner, she couldn’t help but feel happy inside. Collecting her gathered capsules, she walked towards the entrance and up to the waiting priest, who had obviously fallen asleep while bowing, and gently woke him. Making their way back to the palace, Bulma was mentally preparing herself for the performance of her lifetime.
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Goku had a piece of meat hanging from the corner of his mouth. He was trying to eat while eagerly preparing for the important meeting that would start in a few hours. He had heard from his father that the final gathering of the rebellion members would take place tonight, in an old warehouse, located in the third-class district. It was both a good and bad sign. Soon, the rebellion would begin, and so would the war to end Freeza’s malicious reign, which would be good for Vegeta-sei. However, many people, both innocent and not, and even Vegeta or himself, may become casualties in this war for freedom. It also meant that Vegeta felt that he had gained enough strength to adequately fight toe-to-toe with Freeza. And that was something Goku, or Kakarotto, as he was called here, was the most excited about. He wanted to spar with Vegeta, to see how powerful his prince had become, but that would have to wait.
Goku glanced over at Chi-Chi, who was busily setting out more of his clothes and necessities, which included food, for both the meeting and upcoming mass defection. He really didn’t like the idea of her staying here by herself, on Vegeta-sei, without him nearby. He was especially worried because of her delicate condition. He didn’t want his child to be born in a cell…or not be born at all. He stopped dressing and swallowed the meat that was hanging from his mouth. Then he gazed at Chi-Chi, a look of love and worry etched on his boyish face.
Chi-Chi started to walk towards Goku, carrying an armored piece she had cleaned and polished earlier for Goku in her arms. She was worried and didn’t hold back her complaints. “Jeez, you would think they would have given us more warning to prepare for this silly meeting!”
After putting the armor among other things piled on the bed, she put a hand on her hip, looked squarely at Goku, and began to deliver another complaint, “And we know the other…reason…” But then the loving, concerned look on his face caught her by surprise and her tone changed immediately. “Goku-sa, what’s the matter? You still hungry?”
Goku shook his head slowly and sat down on the corner of the bed. “Chi-Chi, I want you to come with me. You’re not safe here without me.”
Chi-Chi paused to think and placed a hand on her rounded stomach, then sat down next to him. Her face was torn, but only for a moment. “Of course I’m coming with you!” she declared firmly. “I don’t know how we will all be able to leave together, but if you don’t take me, I’m not having the baby!”
“I’m sure Price Vegeta will be okay with you being my Chikyuu-jin wife! He has Bulma now, so I’m sure I won’t get in trouble for you anymore,” Goku said with a half-hearted chuckle.
Chi-Chi’s face turned away from Goku’s with her nose in the air, her displeasure obvious. “I still can’t believe she is the prince’s lover. She better be alright next time I see her. And I still think you should have brought her here last night!”
Goku laughed again half-heartedly. At least he wouldn’t have to worry. Sometimes his woman was hard to please, but he was grateful about her agreeing to leave the planet with him. He didn’t know when, but sometime between the meat at the “marriage” and the first time he sampled her home-made sauce, he fell in love with her. Though Goku was a simple-minded fellow, he knew enough about the world to know who his precious people were and how dearly he loved them.
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The night sky was bright but the air was too cold and unwelcoming for most of Vegeta-sei’s citizens who were more used to the planet’s humid and hotter weather. The coming war seemed to be affecting everything, even the usually predictable climate. The Saiya-jins who supported the rebellion gathered secretly in the cold night, readying themselves for the final step before the fighting began. A total of 258 Saiya-jins, rounded up over the last few years by Seripa and Bardock, had joined the prince’s cause to stop Freeza. All of them were sitting, waiting patiently for the meeting to begin in an old, dirty warehouse only about a mile or so from the third-class brackets. There were no hushed discussions or whispered rumors floating between them. Instead they all sat silently, eager for their prince to show.
Above them were a series of video screens floating, holding the faces of various aliens, all of which were looking worn and serious. One screen displayed the face of a thin blue-skinned man with black antennae waving slowing, his eyes watching intently, but he too looked tired. Chimo had survived since the time Vegeta had unwillingly purged his planet. Though a part of him hated the prince intensely for what he had done, he also knew the prince was a crucial piece in reaching their goals. He could recall several times when he had defended Prince Vegeta to the other alien leaders of the rebellion, telling them all to have faith in him, even when he had little himself. But tonight, this meeting confirmed that his convictions thus far had held out in truth, or at least partially. Now, all that remained was for the prince to arrive.
Bardock stepped in front of the sitting Saiya-jins and floating faces on a slightly raised platform. On the either side sat his family and Seripa and in the middle were two empty seats; one for the prince and the other for the female technician who had provided them with the necessary weapons and technologies for them to fight. Bardock, getting a bit anxious and not liking the fact the prince was taking longer than expected, decided to start the meeting. Looking stern, he breathed in deeply before speaking.
“You all know why we are here –” Bardock’s opening words were was cut off by a gust of wind blowing in from the back entrance followed by the dramatic entrance of the prince, who had obviously flown in at a great speed. In an instant, every pair of eyes in the warehouse and from the video screens was pointed towards the prince and his “cargo.” A beautiful blue- haired young woman had her arms wrapped around his neck and he had a hand around her waist. As soon as prince and the blue-haired girl landed gracefully on the ground, they separated, but that didn’t stop growing whispers among the Saiya-jins, who immediately questioned the relationship between the two. Bardock could only stare at the prince and his companion, his mouth slightly agape. His odd, disjointed visions were now becoming clearer by the second; the girl was more than just randomly connected to the prince.
Bulma was slightly nervous. Having so many people stare at her was something new, but not all together displeasing. Vegeta and she had been spending the last few hours organizing the capsules, planning what they would reveal at the meeting, and spending time together. And it was especially the latter that caused them to be tardy. And now she had to head the talks, as was their plan. She stepped up to the platform and stood next to Bardock, giving him a quick little smile. He turned his head and looked questioningly at the prince. Once he got the nod from Vegeta, who moved to lean against the wall behind the platform, Bardock returned the nod and withdrew from the front to sit down next to his family.
“Hello, everyone,” Bulma started, a slightly cheery tone to her voice, even though she was addressing the important members of the rebellion. Despite the disapproving expressions on some of the faces in front of her, she continued with confidence. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bulma Briefs and I am the smartest woman in the universe. I’ve been involved in a special assignment for the last several months, working closely with Prince Vegeta of Vegeta-sei, designing and creating a number of unique and very effective weapon technologies to aid in this rebellion.”
Once Seripa heard Bulma say her name, she stared unbelievingly at the young woman then looked more closely at her. At first, she hadn’t recognized the blue-haired Chikyuu-jin. This Bulma had changed drastically from the slave Seripa had last seen, but soon a little smile snuck across Seripa’s face. She had always known her former slave was bound for greatness.
“This capsule is only one result from my extensive work,” Bulma said, holding up a large capsule with blue stripes. “Although capsule technology isn’t known to many, I want to let you all know that contained within this single device is over 3,000 pieces of equipment.” Once Bulma heard the slight gasps from the crowd and the amazed looks of the rebellion leaders on the screen she smirked. “Given the short span of time that I had, I was able to complete my tasks, thanks to the tireless efforts of a couple hundred worker droids. And now, I will demonstrate the advantage that my capsule technology will give to everyone and hand out some essentials that you will need for the next two weeks.’
Bulma then clicked the button on the capsule and threw it down on the platform. Once the smoke cleared, a large container with different compartments appeared.
“I will be distributing to you all several essential items, such as newly designed armor and special medicines,” Bulma continued as she walked up to the container, knowing all eyes were following her. “This armor is built to deflect ki attacks up to a certain power level and in some instances it will also absorb low-level ki blasts, making it stronger and more able to withstand increased and higher levels of attack. Some of you will also be getting a ki-enhancing weapon.
“Everyone will be outfitted with a re-designed scouter. In exactly two weeks, as decreed by Prince Vegeta, these new scouters will sound an alarm and everyone will follow their given instructions and begin the defection. All of you are to and proceed to the secure coordinates that the scouter will display. At that time, there will also be a special pods readied for each of you, which will be set to automatically launch after fifteen minutes. It is vital that once you hear the signal, you must leave immediately. The pods have the rendezvous coordinates pre-programmed into their navigation systems and since these pods were made by me, they will be not be detected by any type of radar.”
Feeling proud of herself, she waved her hand at Goku, gesturing him to come forward. After a second of hesitation, Goku stepped up. She quickly handed him some smaller capsules that she had pulled out of one of the many compartments. She whispered to him to begin to hand them out to everyone there. Goku nodded to her and began to do what she asked. Bulma then turned back to face the gathered company.
“In case something unforeseen happens and you have to be alerted sooner than the target date, Prince Vegeta has a special switch hidden in his armor which will activate the signal alarm. So if you hear it, do not hesitate! Go to the pods immediately!” Bulma took a quick breath before adding, “Included with the other items that are being distributed is a special pill that I created. Its healing properties should work like the legendary Senzu beans from my home planet. They will restore you almost completely during battle. But there is only one available for each of you, so use it wisely.”
As Goku continued to pass out the small capsules to the Saiya-jins, she paused to look up at the other rebellion leaders’ faces on the video screens. “And I haven’t forgotten about you either. In my other capsules, I have newer ship engines, more powerful shield generators, along with food replicators and medical supplies for the alliance’s families within the fleet. The moment that I or Prince Vegeta arrives at the rendezvous point, all ships will be immediately upgraded, so they will be ready and able to stand against any of the ships within Freeza’s fleet. With our superior technology, our ships will be better and faster!” Bulma declared, flashing a proud smile.
After all her hard work, she had done it, for Vegeta and the entire rebellion! She had stood in front of everyone, telling them of her inventions and giving them hope. Bulma glanced over at Vegeta and gave him the “peace” sign followed by a wink. Once the strongest and the smartest in the universe combined their power and brains, nothing could stop them! He looked at her, and though he didn’t change his outward expression, she could feel his acknowledgement and pride coming toward her, warming her from the inside. Then she turned her head to the side to face Bardock and nodded to him. He stood up and moved to take Bulma’s place on the platform, as she took a few steps backwards.
Bardock’s voice carried and everyone wasted no time in giving him their full attention. As he spoke, he went over the basics the upcoming fight, including tactics and plans for retreating, if necessary. He made sure to go over every important detail in order to prepare them for what was to come once they met with Freeza’s forces. He even added a severe warning for all the allies to be on “good” behavior, by not provoking fights or killing each other, and to just remain “civil” towards each other. In fact, Bardock’s speech went on much longer than Bulma’s short and sweet overview.
After Bardock was finally done speaking, he moved back as Prince Vegeta strode up to take his place and address his followers and allies. Although the prince was looking at them all with a stoic expression, inside he felt a sudden worry for them. These were his people, his subjects and very soon, he would be leading some of them to their deaths. Knowing the Saiya-jins as well as he did, their loyalty to his cause was unquestionable. Surely, they would loyally follow him into battle, to die proudly for their prince. Yet, he still felt sorrow for the losses that would surely come. He knew this particular feeling was coming from Bulma.
“We will win!” he declared confidently to the eager crowd, which broke into a cheering roar, lasting for several minutes. He raised a hand and the applause and shouts quieted. “Do not forget that I, Prince Vegeta, am destined to be Legendary, to be the strongest in the universe! And I swear to you, as the Legendary of destiny, that Freeza will die by my hands!”
When Vegeta’s expression clearly stated the meeting was over, the Saiya-jins began to leave. One by one, the overhead screens slowly turned off. Chimo looked at the prince and smiled. Only when the last of the vid screens turned off did Chimo turn off his as well. Vegeta didn’t wait for the last of them to be shut down before walking over to join Bulma, who happened to be talking to Bardock and his family.
“Son-kun, I don’t think I can make you a food replicator. Besides, the food it makes isn’t all that tasty,” she explained to Kakarotto.
“Aw, darn it!” Goku replied, clearly disappointed.
“I don’t think you could make anything to satisfy my younger son, Bulma,” Negi said, knowing that her youngest was by far the biggest eater of their family.
Seripa had remained quiet and watchful during the meeting before deciding that she would talk to her former slave perhaps another day, although she did stop and gave Bulma her good wishes before getting up and leaving.
Once they noticed Vegeta’s approach, they all bowed, except for Bulma. Most of them made note of what they thought was Bulma’s lack of respect and the fact the prince seemed to accept it. Bardock narrowed his eyes at the still upright Bulma, who immediately caught his disapprovingly look and glared back at him. Vegeta just watched as Bardock stood up from his bow, his stare commanding that Bulma to bow before their prince. Vegeta was pleased by Bardock’s loyalty to custom, but Bulma remained steady in her attitude. Even though he was much taller, she stood up to him while his family and Vegeta watched.
“You may not be a slave any longer, girl, but you should bow in the presence of His Highness.” He knew something was up as soon as she didn’t bow, but Bardock did his best to keep his voice even in spite of his emotions rising. His visions, his predictions, though scattered, were telling him something.
“I have every right to do as I please, Bardock. Besides, isn’t it the prince’s place to be telling me what I should or shouldn’t do?”
“I am a servant of the prince, and as such I have ever right to demand respect for him! Besides, I don’t care if you are his bed-warmer, you still should bow!”
Indignant anger suddenly erupted inside Bulma. “You muscle-tailed freak! Don’t you dare presume that I would be just a bed-warmer for anyone, even your prince! I don’t think you know just who you are talking to!”
Before things got further out of hand and Bardock had a chance to slap her, Vegeta decided to step in between them. “Bardock, it is only fair to inform you that Bulma is my wife, and as such she is now the Princess of Vegeta-sei. It is you who should be doing the bowing to her.” The shocked expressions on each of their faces amused Vegeta and made Bulma chuckle. “Bardock, though your family had proven loyal to me, I must command you all to be quiet about this.”
“I apologize, Princess Bulma,” Bardock said with a bow, relieved that he finally knew the truth about his suspicions. Still, he felt he had to warn them. Looking at the prince, he felt uncertain of the future he had seen coming to him in pieces. “My Prince, I feel it is my duty to mention that this might not go over very well; that is, having her as an alien queen. You will need to be prepared for that and keep her close…unless you wish to lose her.”
“Hmph! Nothing will harm her as long as I live!” Impatient to leave, Vegeta turned to Bulma, his face set in a growing scowl and his mood easy for her to read. Before Goku could congratulate her, she nodded wordlessly to her husband.
Bulma said her goodbyes to Goku and the rest of Bardock’s family, while they tried to maintain a respectful distance from her, someone to whom they were talking casually only a few moments before. Bardock kept his eyes on the royal couple as they walked toward the closest window. Then they flew off together, Bulma securely holding onto her prince. It was obvious that Kakarotto was quite happy about this union, but Bardock could only worry.
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Bulma was enjoying the feel of the wind as it blew about her. Although the night air was quite chilly, the warmth from Vegeta’s ki kept her from freezing. It almost made her wish she was Saiya-jin as well. Vegeta had remained silent during their flight. She knew he had things on his mind and what Bardock had said not too long ago was bothering him. Vegeta was concerned and she could feel it. He was also scared of losing her and not being able to protect her. Bulma believed that as long as they were together, she had nothing to fear.
Wanting to put his mind to ease, she touched his neck, making him turn his head to look at her. “Vegeta, I want to give you something. Could you stop for a moment?”
Without saying anything, he stopped abruptly, leaving them hovering in mid-air. Bulma jolted a moment, but regained her composure when she felt Vegeta shifting her to his chest. Looking at him face-to-face made her feel a bit flustered, yet content. She slowly pulled out a capsule from her pocket.
“I wanted to give this to you for a while now, but the time never seemed right before. Inside this capsule is the completed Gravity Room that I made just for you. Here,” she said, placing it into his gloved hand. He nodded, but continued to remain silent. “With this to train in, I just know that you’ll beat Freeza to a pulp!”
As he looked into her shining blue eyes, his grip on her tightened. “I know I will vanquish him, for I am the Prince of all Saiya-jins!” Taking in her scent, he wrapped his arms around her in an embrace instead of just supporting her. “But to achieve that, what will be the final cost?”
“I understand you’re worried about the collateral deaths that will occur, but if my inventions prove to be as effective as I hope they are, it might not even be as bad as you think.”
“Bulma, have you yet to realize that you are both a strength and weakness to me? I want to succeed but what if it costs me your life?”
“I won’t die that easily,” she said, winking at him. “Besides, I know how strong as you are and I’m way too smart to side with a losing team.”
There would be no going back and no regrets from this point on for both of them. Bulma loved Vegeta and she knew he felt the same. Their future was filled with question marks that would only be answered when they happened.
“I swear that you will bear my heirs before anything else happens.” Before Bulma could react to his declaration, Vegeta kissed her hard. After the initial shock went away, Bulma closed her eyes, seeing only darkness and feeling his desires.
Vegeta already had her three times today, but it wasn’t enough for him. In his mind, they had wasted too much time and they had to make up for it. He knew she accepted him now, both as the one who had destroyed her home world, but also as they prince who loved her. It was what he had wanted since their time together in the garden. Never would he enslave her, for she was his one and only equal. He would have no less.
Cupping her armored breast with one hand, Vegeta tugged at the blue spandex armor, which was easy to take off. Fearing a bit that she would fall, but confident that he wouldn’t let that happen, Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck tighter as he continued to kiss her while using his hands to undress and feel her body.
As soon as he exposed Bulma’s bottom half, Vegeta freed his own hot member from within his spandex. In a rushed moment, he delved into her and she gasped from both pain and surprise at the sudden entry. Uncaring that they were in the middle of the air, not far from the third-class brackets, Vegeta began to move in a frantic, rhythmic pleasure. Overcome by his passion, Bulma just held on, wrapping her legs around his waist as they made love.
Below the two lovers sat a small green garden, now overgrown and empty ever since a certain slave had left it to become much more than she had ever hoped for.
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A while later, Bulma and Vegeta floated in through the window of her room, located in the Science and Technology Building. He had insisted on taking her in the sky not once but twice. His excitement, combined with his hidden fear and uncertainty had made itself known to Bulma. He had also insisted that they stay in her room for the night. As soon as she set foot in her room, all the times she felt lonely and hopeless came back to her.
“Vegeta?” Bulma’s tone had a wistful hint to it.
“What?”
“I thought you didn’t want someone as lowly as me to touch you?”
Preparing for sleep, or whatever else might happen this night, Vegeta paused his undressing to look at her. “Fool, I thought you could sense whenever I was lying. Only someone of equal status is allowed to touch me.”
“Don’t call me a fool!” she said, clearly annoyed.
Vegeta smirked. “There is a marked difference between a fool and an idiot. Though a fool might be clever enough to make trinkets, he or she will still make foolish mistakes. Just be thankful I didn’t call you an idiot.”
Wanting to slap him, Bulma huffed and walked over to her drawer to pull out her sleeping attire, while Vegeta followed behind, already shitless and barefoot. “If I’m such a fool, then you are also a fool! In fact, I don’t have enough fingers and toes on me to count all the foolish mistakes you’ve made….HEY!” Just as she grabbed something, Vegeta quickly took it from her.
“You will not need this.”
“Who says?”
“I do and my word is law.”
“I take it you don’t intend to sleep tonight?”
“Perhaps…or perhaps not.”
It took only a moment for Bulma to remember something else. “So, tell me, why did you sleep here that one day?”
“Don’t question me, woman!” Vegeta’s quick change in mood told her that she hit a sore spot filled with emotions and regrets. That day, he had wished he could change and that things between him and Bulma had happened for a reason.
“Vegeta?”
“What is it this time, woman?” Vegeta didn’t want to be so sharp with her, but her constant, annoying questions had brought up a sour memory for him.
“Gosh, don’t be so damned touchy! I was just wondering if you’ve been getting the same visions as I have in the last couple of weeks?”
Her question made Vegeta think back to the times he had indeed felt as if he’d been thrown into the a series of bizarre visions. Though he didn’t know exactly what they meant, he knew they held some significance. But for Bulma to have experienced them as well…perhaps he should have paid closer attention to them.
“Yes, I’ve had some strangely disturbing visions, but they didn’t make a lot of sense to me.”
Bulma’s eyes widened. “So you have been getting them as well? I wonder what they could mean?”
“We will have to wait and find out.”
“Vegeta, have any of your visions been about Chikyuu?”
Vegeta looked at Bulma more intensely now. “Yes, all of them had to do with Chikyuu, except one regarding about ‘Dragon Balls’ and Nameksei-jins.”
“‘Dragon Balls?’ That sounds awfully familiar to me for some reason.” Bulma was soon lost in thought.
Vegeta, not liking where this conversation was headed, decided they would talk more about this tomorrow. He quickly pulled Bulma into his arms and kissed her forehead. She, in turn, looked at him, immediately distracted away from her thoughts about Dragon Balls and everything else. Without the lights, the room was dark and the cold wind coming in from the open window was ignored. Vegeta let himself forget about Freeza, about the visions, and the about the upcoming war. Instead, he let himself be wrapped up in Bulma; kissing her, holding her, and making love to her, over and over again. He wasn’t satisfied unless he could feel her presence, inside and out. They stayed in bed throughout the night, alternately sleeping then waking to share each other’s warmth and body. The morning was their shared enemy and when it came, it would be too soon and then not even goodbyes would be enough.
Once he finished, the priest raised his head to look over at Prince Vegeta and Princess Bulma, who looked to be in the middle of a grim conversation. They looked natural talking together, and rather charismatic in their body language, but judging by their lowered tones and their serious expressions, they also seemed to have knowledge of something important and dangerous. And whatever it was, the priest vowed to himself, he wanted nothing to do with it. Instead he gazed at the two for a moment longer. They were truly a most regal couple. The priest firmly believed that the prince turned into the Legendary and ascended to the throne, they both would be revered by the people and Vegeta-sei would flourish under their rule. Deciding to finally announce that he was finished, he cleared his throat and coughed noticeably before walking up to the prince and bowing.
Bulma had been informing him about the actual progress of her work, giving him detailed outlines instead of the usual short analyses that he had always requested before when he wanted to distance himself from her. Now, he wanted to fully enjoy her and take advantage of the fact they were married, but he had to first focus on getting rid of Freeza and taking care of the rebellion. Well, he also wanted the priest to depart so he could touch Bulma again. When he saw the priest approach them and bow, he was relived, thinking that the old cleric was signalling his intention to leave, although another thought occurred to him. Cursing silently, Vegeta knew Bulma needed to get back to her inventions at the lab and he had to prepare for the final meeting of the rebellion. When he heard Bulma’s soft chuckle, he knew immediately that she had heard his silent curses in her mind. He threw a quick scowl at Bulma just before he turned to address the old man bowing before him.
“Priest, escort Princess Bulma back to the Science and Technology Building and then see to it that she is safely brought back to me.”
Before the aging priest could say anything, Bulma frowned at Vegeta, irritated that she had to be parted from him so soon. “Vegeta, you want me to leave now? Right after we got married?”
Slightly angered at Bulma’s continued stubbornness and completely ignoring the priest, who now had a rather pleading look on his face, Vegeta snapped, “Don’t question me, Bulma! We don’t have time indulge in your so-called ‘honeymoon.’ I need to contact some of my subordinates and you need to get your things immediately.”
“All of my things?” Bulma asked, slightly puzzled.
“Tch, not everything.” She was beginning to test the limits of his patience with her questions. Luckily, the only thing holding his temper in check was the assurance that Bulma was his, finally. As soon as all this was taken care of, they could spend as much interrupted time together as they wanted.
“What about the king, Vegeta?” Bulma asked, worried anew about whether his father was going to kill her or turn her over to Freeza. Vegeta had taken it upon himself to secure her freedom, about which only a few people on the council had knowledge. And in doing so, Vegeta had superseded the king’s authority, a clear violation of his princely power. And once the king found out about it, it would not be good.
“Don’t worry about him. Now, go and hurry up!” Vegeta said with a slight sharpness in his voice.
“Fine, fine,” she said, giving Vegeta a sour look. Bulma turned to face the priest, who was trembling, his body bent and his eyes affixed to the floor. “Let’s go, Priest-sama.”
Quickly acknowledging her command, the priest straightened up and began to follow just behind Bulma as she walked towards the entrance of Vegeta’s suite, knowing all too well her husband was watching her every step. It felt good to have a scientist’s coat flow cape-like behind her, almost like she was indeed royalty. The priest kept up as best he could, but not to the point that he was lagging behind. As she opened one of the two large double doors, she paused and turned to look back at Vegeta. Bulma quickly flashed a wink and blew a kiss to him. Once she felt his slight embarrassment, she smiled to herself and left, accompanied by the priest to make her way to her old workplace.
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Vegeta waited for a moment more after Bulma left to collect himself. Finally, after all these years of wanting her, he had his bonded. Of course, this should have happened years ago, if only Nappa hadn’t wasted precious time by disobeying him. If only she had been immediately placed in the Science Division as soon as the Chikyuu-jin’s landed, instead of the slaves’ quarters, then he would have found his bonded that much sooner. And none of this mess would have happened. But at least they were together now. Closing his eyes, he could easily picture himself killing Nappa, but the scene in his mind became distorted and changed. He watched himself raise a gloved hand to cast a fatal blast towards Nappa, but it was all taking place on Chikyuu, not Vegeta-sei, and the bald Saiya-jin’s death was in retaliation for his weakness, not betrayal. Vegeta opened his eyes quickly, to erase the image from his mind. These odd and alarming visions or memories only served to rattle him. From now on, Vegeta would not allow his mind to wander and concentrate only on what was necessary.
Vegeta had to think about the next step in his life, which was to prepare for his rebellion. The time would have to be now; they couldn’t wait any longer. Tonight, he would meet one last time with his followers and introduce Bulma and her inventions to them. Within a week or two, he would openly declare his opposition to Freeza and join the rebellion’s fleet. Vegeta walked into his personal communication room and, on a secure line, contacted Bardock. The prince had come to rely completely on that jester’s father over the years. Bardock was unquestionably loyal and seemingly stronger than he wanted to admit. Once Bardock’s face appeared on the screen, both of them knew that the time was coming to fight and to bring true glory to Vegeta-sei.
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Taking extreme care, Bulma reached down and turned over another burnt piece of debris. Even though the explosion had taken place two days ago and things in the room were no longer hot to the touch, the broken piece was still sharp around the edges. Under it, she found a capsule she had been looking for. It had taken her a good three hours to find every capsule that had been flung about the workroom. Luckily, she had kept a list of the capsules, so she knew nothing was missing, including the one that was in her room. The completed “GR” was a gift she was now eager to give to her new husband. Smiling at the thought of what had taken place today she stopped and took another look around the lab, thinking back to all her memories regarding Vegeta. In this room, where there was once only agony and loneliness, she felt happiness, filled with a sense of opportunity to live the rest of her life with the person she utterly loved.
Everything had happened so fast. To think she had lost her virginity just the night before and married the next day. When he had confessed to her that it was he last night and when he opened his heart to their bond, she knew he loved her. There had been enough sorrow and misunderstandings between them. She loved him and he loved her...and that was all that mattered. The immediacy of their marriage was necessary, given the threat of Freeza loaming over them, not to mention the king’s suspicions, and all of the other dangers she could very well be in. Being a princess would make it easier for Vegeta to protect her when the time was right.
Bulma smiled. Though danger was only around the corner, she couldn’t help but feel happy inside. Collecting her gathered capsules, she walked towards the entrance and up to the waiting priest, who had obviously fallen asleep while bowing, and gently woke him. Making their way back to the palace, Bulma was mentally preparing herself for the performance of her lifetime.
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Goku had a piece of meat hanging from the corner of his mouth. He was trying to eat while eagerly preparing for the important meeting that would start in a few hours. He had heard from his father that the final gathering of the rebellion members would take place tonight, in an old warehouse, located in the third-class district. It was both a good and bad sign. Soon, the rebellion would begin, and so would the war to end Freeza’s malicious reign, which would be good for Vegeta-sei. However, many people, both innocent and not, and even Vegeta or himself, may become casualties in this war for freedom. It also meant that Vegeta felt that he had gained enough strength to adequately fight toe-to-toe with Freeza. And that was something Goku, or Kakarotto, as he was called here, was the most excited about. He wanted to spar with Vegeta, to see how powerful his prince had become, but that would have to wait.
Goku glanced over at Chi-Chi, who was busily setting out more of his clothes and necessities, which included food, for both the meeting and upcoming mass defection. He really didn’t like the idea of her staying here by herself, on Vegeta-sei, without him nearby. He was especially worried because of her delicate condition. He didn’t want his child to be born in a cell…or not be born at all. He stopped dressing and swallowed the meat that was hanging from his mouth. Then he gazed at Chi-Chi, a look of love and worry etched on his boyish face.
Chi-Chi started to walk towards Goku, carrying an armored piece she had cleaned and polished earlier for Goku in her arms. She was worried and didn’t hold back her complaints. “Jeez, you would think they would have given us more warning to prepare for this silly meeting!”
After putting the armor among other things piled on the bed, she put a hand on her hip, looked squarely at Goku, and began to deliver another complaint, “And we know the other…reason…” But then the loving, concerned look on his face caught her by surprise and her tone changed immediately. “Goku-sa, what’s the matter? You still hungry?”
Goku shook his head slowly and sat down on the corner of the bed. “Chi-Chi, I want you to come with me. You’re not safe here without me.”
Chi-Chi paused to think and placed a hand on her rounded stomach, then sat down next to him. Her face was torn, but only for a moment. “Of course I’m coming with you!” she declared firmly. “I don’t know how we will all be able to leave together, but if you don’t take me, I’m not having the baby!”
“I’m sure Price Vegeta will be okay with you being my Chikyuu-jin wife! He has Bulma now, so I’m sure I won’t get in trouble for you anymore,” Goku said with a half-hearted chuckle.
Chi-Chi’s face turned away from Goku’s with her nose in the air, her displeasure obvious. “I still can’t believe she is the prince’s lover. She better be alright next time I see her. And I still think you should have brought her here last night!”
Goku laughed again half-heartedly. At least he wouldn’t have to worry. Sometimes his woman was hard to please, but he was grateful about her agreeing to leave the planet with him. He didn’t know when, but sometime between the meat at the “marriage” and the first time he sampled her home-made sauce, he fell in love with her. Though Goku was a simple-minded fellow, he knew enough about the world to know who his precious people were and how dearly he loved them.
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The night sky was bright but the air was too cold and unwelcoming for most of Vegeta-sei’s citizens who were more used to the planet’s humid and hotter weather. The coming war seemed to be affecting everything, even the usually predictable climate. The Saiya-jins who supported the rebellion gathered secretly in the cold night, readying themselves for the final step before the fighting began. A total of 258 Saiya-jins, rounded up over the last few years by Seripa and Bardock, had joined the prince’s cause to stop Freeza. All of them were sitting, waiting patiently for the meeting to begin in an old, dirty warehouse only about a mile or so from the third-class brackets. There were no hushed discussions or whispered rumors floating between them. Instead they all sat silently, eager for their prince to show.
Above them were a series of video screens floating, holding the faces of various aliens, all of which were looking worn and serious. One screen displayed the face of a thin blue-skinned man with black antennae waving slowing, his eyes watching intently, but he too looked tired. Chimo had survived since the time Vegeta had unwillingly purged his planet. Though a part of him hated the prince intensely for what he had done, he also knew the prince was a crucial piece in reaching their goals. He could recall several times when he had defended Prince Vegeta to the other alien leaders of the rebellion, telling them all to have faith in him, even when he had little himself. But tonight, this meeting confirmed that his convictions thus far had held out in truth, or at least partially. Now, all that remained was for the prince to arrive.
Bardock stepped in front of the sitting Saiya-jins and floating faces on a slightly raised platform. On the either side sat his family and Seripa and in the middle were two empty seats; one for the prince and the other for the female technician who had provided them with the necessary weapons and technologies for them to fight. Bardock, getting a bit anxious and not liking the fact the prince was taking longer than expected, decided to start the meeting. Looking stern, he breathed in deeply before speaking.
“You all know why we are here –” Bardock’s opening words were was cut off by a gust of wind blowing in from the back entrance followed by the dramatic entrance of the prince, who had obviously flown in at a great speed. In an instant, every pair of eyes in the warehouse and from the video screens was pointed towards the prince and his “cargo.” A beautiful blue- haired young woman had her arms wrapped around his neck and he had a hand around her waist. As soon as prince and the blue-haired girl landed gracefully on the ground, they separated, but that didn’t stop growing whispers among the Saiya-jins, who immediately questioned the relationship between the two. Bardock could only stare at the prince and his companion, his mouth slightly agape. His odd, disjointed visions were now becoming clearer by the second; the girl was more than just randomly connected to the prince.
Bulma was slightly nervous. Having so many people stare at her was something new, but not all together displeasing. Vegeta and she had been spending the last few hours organizing the capsules, planning what they would reveal at the meeting, and spending time together. And it was especially the latter that caused them to be tardy. And now she had to head the talks, as was their plan. She stepped up to the platform and stood next to Bardock, giving him a quick little smile. He turned his head and looked questioningly at the prince. Once he got the nod from Vegeta, who moved to lean against the wall behind the platform, Bardock returned the nod and withdrew from the front to sit down next to his family.
“Hello, everyone,” Bulma started, a slightly cheery tone to her voice, even though she was addressing the important members of the rebellion. Despite the disapproving expressions on some of the faces in front of her, she continued with confidence. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bulma Briefs and I am the smartest woman in the universe. I’ve been involved in a special assignment for the last several months, working closely with Prince Vegeta of Vegeta-sei, designing and creating a number of unique and very effective weapon technologies to aid in this rebellion.”
Once Seripa heard Bulma say her name, she stared unbelievingly at the young woman then looked more closely at her. At first, she hadn’t recognized the blue-haired Chikyuu-jin. This Bulma had changed drastically from the slave Seripa had last seen, but soon a little smile snuck across Seripa’s face. She had always known her former slave was bound for greatness.
“This capsule is only one result from my extensive work,” Bulma said, holding up a large capsule with blue stripes. “Although capsule technology isn’t known to many, I want to let you all know that contained within this single device is over 3,000 pieces of equipment.” Once Bulma heard the slight gasps from the crowd and the amazed looks of the rebellion leaders on the screen she smirked. “Given the short span of time that I had, I was able to complete my tasks, thanks to the tireless efforts of a couple hundred worker droids. And now, I will demonstrate the advantage that my capsule technology will give to everyone and hand out some essentials that you will need for the next two weeks.’
Bulma then clicked the button on the capsule and threw it down on the platform. Once the smoke cleared, a large container with different compartments appeared.
“I will be distributing to you all several essential items, such as newly designed armor and special medicines,” Bulma continued as she walked up to the container, knowing all eyes were following her. “This armor is built to deflect ki attacks up to a certain power level and in some instances it will also absorb low-level ki blasts, making it stronger and more able to withstand increased and higher levels of attack. Some of you will also be getting a ki-enhancing weapon.
“Everyone will be outfitted with a re-designed scouter. In exactly two weeks, as decreed by Prince Vegeta, these new scouters will sound an alarm and everyone will follow their given instructions and begin the defection. All of you are to and proceed to the secure coordinates that the scouter will display. At that time, there will also be a special pods readied for each of you, which will be set to automatically launch after fifteen minutes. It is vital that once you hear the signal, you must leave immediately. The pods have the rendezvous coordinates pre-programmed into their navigation systems and since these pods were made by me, they will be not be detected by any type of radar.”
Feeling proud of herself, she waved her hand at Goku, gesturing him to come forward. After a second of hesitation, Goku stepped up. She quickly handed him some smaller capsules that she had pulled out of one of the many compartments. She whispered to him to begin to hand them out to everyone there. Goku nodded to her and began to do what she asked. Bulma then turned back to face the gathered company.
“In case something unforeseen happens and you have to be alerted sooner than the target date, Prince Vegeta has a special switch hidden in his armor which will activate the signal alarm. So if you hear it, do not hesitate! Go to the pods immediately!” Bulma took a quick breath before adding, “Included with the other items that are being distributed is a special pill that I created. Its healing properties should work like the legendary Senzu beans from my home planet. They will restore you almost completely during battle. But there is only one available for each of you, so use it wisely.”
As Goku continued to pass out the small capsules to the Saiya-jins, she paused to look up at the other rebellion leaders’ faces on the video screens. “And I haven’t forgotten about you either. In my other capsules, I have newer ship engines, more powerful shield generators, along with food replicators and medical supplies for the alliance’s families within the fleet. The moment that I or Prince Vegeta arrives at the rendezvous point, all ships will be immediately upgraded, so they will be ready and able to stand against any of the ships within Freeza’s fleet. With our superior technology, our ships will be better and faster!” Bulma declared, flashing a proud smile.
After all her hard work, she had done it, for Vegeta and the entire rebellion! She had stood in front of everyone, telling them of her inventions and giving them hope. Bulma glanced over at Vegeta and gave him the “peace” sign followed by a wink. Once the strongest and the smartest in the universe combined their power and brains, nothing could stop them! He looked at her, and though he didn’t change his outward expression, she could feel his acknowledgement and pride coming toward her, warming her from the inside. Then she turned her head to the side to face Bardock and nodded to him. He stood up and moved to take Bulma’s place on the platform, as she took a few steps backwards.
Bardock’s voice carried and everyone wasted no time in giving him their full attention. As he spoke, he went over the basics the upcoming fight, including tactics and plans for retreating, if necessary. He made sure to go over every important detail in order to prepare them for what was to come once they met with Freeza’s forces. He even added a severe warning for all the allies to be on “good” behavior, by not provoking fights or killing each other, and to just remain “civil” towards each other. In fact, Bardock’s speech went on much longer than Bulma’s short and sweet overview.
After Bardock was finally done speaking, he moved back as Prince Vegeta strode up to take his place and address his followers and allies. Although the prince was looking at them all with a stoic expression, inside he felt a sudden worry for them. These were his people, his subjects and very soon, he would be leading some of them to their deaths. Knowing the Saiya-jins as well as he did, their loyalty to his cause was unquestionable. Surely, they would loyally follow him into battle, to die proudly for their prince. Yet, he still felt sorrow for the losses that would surely come. He knew this particular feeling was coming from Bulma.
“We will win!” he declared confidently to the eager crowd, which broke into a cheering roar, lasting for several minutes. He raised a hand and the applause and shouts quieted. “Do not forget that I, Prince Vegeta, am destined to be Legendary, to be the strongest in the universe! And I swear to you, as the Legendary of destiny, that Freeza will die by my hands!”
When Vegeta’s expression clearly stated the meeting was over, the Saiya-jins began to leave. One by one, the overhead screens slowly turned off. Chimo looked at the prince and smiled. Only when the last of the vid screens turned off did Chimo turn off his as well. Vegeta didn’t wait for the last of them to be shut down before walking over to join Bulma, who happened to be talking to Bardock and his family.
“Son-kun, I don’t think I can make you a food replicator. Besides, the food it makes isn’t all that tasty,” she explained to Kakarotto.
“Aw, darn it!” Goku replied, clearly disappointed.
“I don’t think you could make anything to satisfy my younger son, Bulma,” Negi said, knowing that her youngest was by far the biggest eater of their family.
Seripa had remained quiet and watchful during the meeting before deciding that she would talk to her former slave perhaps another day, although she did stop and gave Bulma her good wishes before getting up and leaving.
Once they noticed Vegeta’s approach, they all bowed, except for Bulma. Most of them made note of what they thought was Bulma’s lack of respect and the fact the prince seemed to accept it. Bardock narrowed his eyes at the still upright Bulma, who immediately caught his disapprovingly look and glared back at him. Vegeta just watched as Bardock stood up from his bow, his stare commanding that Bulma to bow before their prince. Vegeta was pleased by Bardock’s loyalty to custom, but Bulma remained steady in her attitude. Even though he was much taller, she stood up to him while his family and Vegeta watched.
“You may not be a slave any longer, girl, but you should bow in the presence of His Highness.” He knew something was up as soon as she didn’t bow, but Bardock did his best to keep his voice even in spite of his emotions rising. His visions, his predictions, though scattered, were telling him something.
“I have every right to do as I please, Bardock. Besides, isn’t it the prince’s place to be telling me what I should or shouldn’t do?”
“I am a servant of the prince, and as such I have ever right to demand respect for him! Besides, I don’t care if you are his bed-warmer, you still should bow!”
Indignant anger suddenly erupted inside Bulma. “You muscle-tailed freak! Don’t you dare presume that I would be just a bed-warmer for anyone, even your prince! I don’t think you know just who you are talking to!”
Before things got further out of hand and Bardock had a chance to slap her, Vegeta decided to step in between them. “Bardock, it is only fair to inform you that Bulma is my wife, and as such she is now the Princess of Vegeta-sei. It is you who should be doing the bowing to her.” The shocked expressions on each of their faces amused Vegeta and made Bulma chuckle. “Bardock, though your family had proven loyal to me, I must command you all to be quiet about this.”
“I apologize, Princess Bulma,” Bardock said with a bow, relieved that he finally knew the truth about his suspicions. Still, he felt he had to warn them. Looking at the prince, he felt uncertain of the future he had seen coming to him in pieces. “My Prince, I feel it is my duty to mention that this might not go over very well; that is, having her as an alien queen. You will need to be prepared for that and keep her close…unless you wish to lose her.”
“Hmph! Nothing will harm her as long as I live!” Impatient to leave, Vegeta turned to Bulma, his face set in a growing scowl and his mood easy for her to read. Before Goku could congratulate her, she nodded wordlessly to her husband.
Bulma said her goodbyes to Goku and the rest of Bardock’s family, while they tried to maintain a respectful distance from her, someone to whom they were talking casually only a few moments before. Bardock kept his eyes on the royal couple as they walked toward the closest window. Then they flew off together, Bulma securely holding onto her prince. It was obvious that Kakarotto was quite happy about this union, but Bardock could only worry.
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Bulma was enjoying the feel of the wind as it blew about her. Although the night air was quite chilly, the warmth from Vegeta’s ki kept her from freezing. It almost made her wish she was Saiya-jin as well. Vegeta had remained silent during their flight. She knew he had things on his mind and what Bardock had said not too long ago was bothering him. Vegeta was concerned and she could feel it. He was also scared of losing her and not being able to protect her. Bulma believed that as long as they were together, she had nothing to fear.
Wanting to put his mind to ease, she touched his neck, making him turn his head to look at her. “Vegeta, I want to give you something. Could you stop for a moment?”
Without saying anything, he stopped abruptly, leaving them hovering in mid-air. Bulma jolted a moment, but regained her composure when she felt Vegeta shifting her to his chest. Looking at him face-to-face made her feel a bit flustered, yet content. She slowly pulled out a capsule from her pocket.
“I wanted to give this to you for a while now, but the time never seemed right before. Inside this capsule is the completed Gravity Room that I made just for you. Here,” she said, placing it into his gloved hand. He nodded, but continued to remain silent. “With this to train in, I just know that you’ll beat Freeza to a pulp!”
As he looked into her shining blue eyes, his grip on her tightened. “I know I will vanquish him, for I am the Prince of all Saiya-jins!” Taking in her scent, he wrapped his arms around her in an embrace instead of just supporting her. “But to achieve that, what will be the final cost?”
“I understand you’re worried about the collateral deaths that will occur, but if my inventions prove to be as effective as I hope they are, it might not even be as bad as you think.”
“Bulma, have you yet to realize that you are both a strength and weakness to me? I want to succeed but what if it costs me your life?”
“I won’t die that easily,” she said, winking at him. “Besides, I know how strong as you are and I’m way too smart to side with a losing team.”
There would be no going back and no regrets from this point on for both of them. Bulma loved Vegeta and she knew he felt the same. Their future was filled with question marks that would only be answered when they happened.
“I swear that you will bear my heirs before anything else happens.” Before Bulma could react to his declaration, Vegeta kissed her hard. After the initial shock went away, Bulma closed her eyes, seeing only darkness and feeling his desires.
Vegeta already had her three times today, but it wasn’t enough for him. In his mind, they had wasted too much time and they had to make up for it. He knew she accepted him now, both as the one who had destroyed her home world, but also as they prince who loved her. It was what he had wanted since their time together in the garden. Never would he enslave her, for she was his one and only equal. He would have no less.
Cupping her armored breast with one hand, Vegeta tugged at the blue spandex armor, which was easy to take off. Fearing a bit that she would fall, but confident that he wouldn’t let that happen, Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck tighter as he continued to kiss her while using his hands to undress and feel her body.
As soon as he exposed Bulma’s bottom half, Vegeta freed his own hot member from within his spandex. In a rushed moment, he delved into her and she gasped from both pain and surprise at the sudden entry. Uncaring that they were in the middle of the air, not far from the third-class brackets, Vegeta began to move in a frantic, rhythmic pleasure. Overcome by his passion, Bulma just held on, wrapping her legs around his waist as they made love.
Below the two lovers sat a small green garden, now overgrown and empty ever since a certain slave had left it to become much more than she had ever hoped for.
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A while later, Bulma and Vegeta floated in through the window of her room, located in the Science and Technology Building. He had insisted on taking her in the sky not once but twice. His excitement, combined with his hidden fear and uncertainty had made itself known to Bulma. He had also insisted that they stay in her room for the night. As soon as she set foot in her room, all the times she felt lonely and hopeless came back to her.
“Vegeta?” Bulma’s tone had a wistful hint to it.
“What?”
“I thought you didn’t want someone as lowly as me to touch you?”
Preparing for sleep, or whatever else might happen this night, Vegeta paused his undressing to look at her. “Fool, I thought you could sense whenever I was lying. Only someone of equal status is allowed to touch me.”
“Don’t call me a fool!” she said, clearly annoyed.
Vegeta smirked. “There is a marked difference between a fool and an idiot. Though a fool might be clever enough to make trinkets, he or she will still make foolish mistakes. Just be thankful I didn’t call you an idiot.”
Wanting to slap him, Bulma huffed and walked over to her drawer to pull out her sleeping attire, while Vegeta followed behind, already shitless and barefoot. “If I’m such a fool, then you are also a fool! In fact, I don’t have enough fingers and toes on me to count all the foolish mistakes you’ve made….HEY!” Just as she grabbed something, Vegeta quickly took it from her.
“You will not need this.”
“Who says?”
“I do and my word is law.”
“I take it you don’t intend to sleep tonight?”
“Perhaps…or perhaps not.”
It took only a moment for Bulma to remember something else. “So, tell me, why did you sleep here that one day?”
“Don’t question me, woman!” Vegeta’s quick change in mood told her that she hit a sore spot filled with emotions and regrets. That day, he had wished he could change and that things between him and Bulma had happened for a reason.
“Vegeta?”
“What is it this time, woman?” Vegeta didn’t want to be so sharp with her, but her constant, annoying questions had brought up a sour memory for him.
“Gosh, don’t be so damned touchy! I was just wondering if you’ve been getting the same visions as I have in the last couple of weeks?”
Her question made Vegeta think back to the times he had indeed felt as if he’d been thrown into the a series of bizarre visions. Though he didn’t know exactly what they meant, he knew they held some significance. But for Bulma to have experienced them as well…perhaps he should have paid closer attention to them.
“Yes, I’ve had some strangely disturbing visions, but they didn’t make a lot of sense to me.”
Bulma’s eyes widened. “So you have been getting them as well? I wonder what they could mean?”
“We will have to wait and find out.”
“Vegeta, have any of your visions been about Chikyuu?”
Vegeta looked at Bulma more intensely now. “Yes, all of them had to do with Chikyuu, except one regarding about ‘Dragon Balls’ and Nameksei-jins.”
“‘Dragon Balls?’ That sounds awfully familiar to me for some reason.” Bulma was soon lost in thought.
Vegeta, not liking where this conversation was headed, decided they would talk more about this tomorrow. He quickly pulled Bulma into his arms and kissed her forehead. She, in turn, looked at him, immediately distracted away from her thoughts about Dragon Balls and everything else. Without the lights, the room was dark and the cold wind coming in from the open window was ignored. Vegeta let himself forget about Freeza, about the visions, and the about the upcoming war. Instead, he let himself be wrapped up in Bulma; kissing her, holding her, and making love to her, over and over again. He wasn’t satisfied unless he could feel her presence, inside and out. They stayed in bed throughout the night, alternately sleeping then waking to share each other’s warmth and body. The morning was their shared enemy and when it came, it would be too soon and then not even goodbyes would be enough.