Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistress ❯ Chapter Two. ( Chapter 2 )
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By: HeartlessChild 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.25.2004 | Updated On: 06.19.2004 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.25.2004 | Updated On: 06.19.2004 | Pages: 8 | Words: 5.3K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
WARNING: Rated NC-17 for sex and swearing.
Khron---Blue lady in Saiy-go (Saiyan language).
Chapter Two.
White numbers, letters and formations swirled around her as she stood in a deadly vortex, surrounded by them.
"Save yourself," a voice whispered to her.
She frowned.
Printed blue sheets of paper passed across her vision like a slide show, eventually culminating together in a tornado of indecipherable equations and incomprehensible formulas. The shards of metal objects, wires and strange tools that flew at her haphazardly started to toss and churn precariously in the hurricane of knowledge that she stood amidst.
The raspy, familiar voice murmured again into her ear;
"This is who you are..."
The equations and formulas slowly filtered through her brain, their hazy appearance becoming understandable, the more she concentrated on them.
Just when she thought she had grasped their concept, they began to fade away, like the changing seasons from somewhere, something... Earth.
This hissing voice spoke once more;
"Save yourself..."
~*~
Bulma's eyes flew open in shock. Her shallow breathing resounded against the walls of the unfamiliar room she was to live in, until she was told otherwise. She sat up slowly in the large comfortable bed, wiping away the silver trails of tears that slivered down her pale moonlit cheeks. She didn't know why she was crying... But the strange dream brought great sadness to her.
Even though the dream should have been frightening for her, oddly enough, she found it comforting... She found it familiar through the weighted sadness that pressed down upon her chest.
As she sat there in the large bed, Bulma wracked her brain, desperately trying to decipher the meaning of the words that had sped through her mind in their own whirlwind. They seemed so familiar to her...
What did they mean?!
Her frustration grew; rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she tried once more to bring meaning to the black and white words. She had seen them before, but she didn't know where. She was so close... So close to understanding them.
Earth... Earth...
Bulma shook her head, her cerulean locks tumbling from the loose bun on top of her head as she pressed her index fingers against her throbbing temples. What was Earth? Why couldn't she remember?!
In her anger, she threw off the surprisingly heavy silk covers and rose from the bed, looking dejectedly around in the dark at her elaborate sleeping room.
It had all been designed for her; courtesy of King Vegeta. It seemed that he had left no stone unturned when it came to the luxury of the villa he had sent her to, on the outskirts of the city Tegev.
She even had her own servants! She learned from him that she was no longer required to perform servant duties, for which she was slightly grateful for. But if that job was taken away from her, then what did it leave?
The job of being his mistress?
Was she to spend her life walking around the villa grounds in silence, never once doing anything that would make her feel accomplished or satisfied... Or even doing something that would save her from utter boredom.
But it was as if everything had been designed for her comfort, for her well-being... However, she found none in the three months that she had lived there.
Three months...
Three months of tossing and turning in her sleep, receiving strange dreams and wondering--wondering what he was doing, wondering if he was with her.
It had been three long boring months since she had seen him; their last encounter taking place at her room in the servants' quarters, just after he had been crowned King.
When he had sent her to the villa in Tegev, he promised he would join her! And yet three deceptive months had passed and not a word came from him... Just what was he doing?
As if struck by lightening from the question, an epiphany came to her. She had not thought of this before; had not thought of the consequences of their actions.
This was no ordinary man she was mistress of, no worthless Elite or First-class Saiyan.
She was the mistress to a King... A King.
The thought frightened, excited and exhilarated her, for it was she who was placed upon this pedestal... By a King. If it was ever found out that she was his mistress--an alien, no less-- they would force him to renounce the throne or worse... Kill her instead.
It was known to the entire population that Royalty did not dabble in affairs. They certainly had occasional trysts, but nothing as on going as the relationship that was present between herself and Vegeta... Could it even be called a relationship?
For three years they met together in silence, in the dead of night, and now he wanted to honor her with servants, luxuries and this expensive villa? He wanted the servants to know he was her master... Her lover?!
What if they spoke out? What if their secret was exposed...
If she wasn't careful, and they were caught, she would be killed. It would be her death, or his renouncing of the crown. Which she was certain he would never do.
Bulma clenched her jaw as she slid back into the soft covers. She refused to be placed in such a precarious position.
She had to find a way out... She had to.
~*~
Tegev; the second Capital city of Vejiita-sei.
A city of commerce and trade, where everyone who was anyone had something to buy or sell.
The inner-city market was bursting with energy and activity from the various people that were scattered around in hives along the pavement.
Saiyans and aliens alike, milled about the sand covered pathways; some looking at the various meats, vegetables and herbs for their masters' pantry and others gazing longingly at the expensive pieces of clothing and accessories that were displayed proudly on the many market stalls, saddened that they would never be able to afford them.
Bulma lowered her head as she passed the various screaming, money wrangling merchants.
The royal blue velvet cloak around her shoulders signified her status; a high-ranking free servant and a Mistress. Her status indicated that although she already belonged to a master, she was held in high reverence and was to be treated accordingly by others that came into contact with her.
A grimace tugged at the corner of her lips.
Was there ever such a thing... A free servant? How could you be free when you were forced to serve, to be with another being for the rest of your life whom you had no feelings for aside from the sexual chemistry between your bodies...
She snorted, quietly agreeing with herself as she ignored the frenzied calls from a desperate merchant.
"Over here! Over here!" One purple, three-eyed merchant shouted at her.
"No, come and look at these lovely ribbons for you beautiful hair Madame!" Another green skinned man yelled, his eyes roaming over her cloak covered form.
She shook her head at them, frowning.
Leeches. All of them. Each one eager to make money... But weren't they out to survive like the rest of them?
It was true that the way in which Vejiita-sei was run, had changed greatly over the many years that passed.
Well-behaved, trusted servants were offered their freedom, not killed or cast away once their usefulness had passed, like they had been decades ago.
But what the completely free servants did after that, she did not know. It seemed as if they had just disappeared... In fact, even the low ranking servants seemed to disappear as well, never to be seen again.
That was a mystery that Bulma still had not solved.
The burning rays of the harsh sun beamed down upon her back, as she weaved expertly in and out of the many people clustered around one stall, all vying for a fair bid on the rotting carcass of meat.
The smell of perspiration and decay permeated the air and Bulma had to hold her breath as the various sweating bodies brushed by her, choking her from the odorous stench that circulated around the market.
She was new to this city and market, none knew her but she had been shown her way around by one of the servants at the villa. They knew she was new to the city, that she was a Mistress to a wealthy Saiyan Elite, they just didn't know which Saiyan. Luckily, her cloak hid her from prying eyes. Bulma was uncomfortable in the setting and she didn't know why she felt the urge to come to the market but... She knew the dream she had the previous night played a great part in her curiosity...
As if by divine intervention, a glinting object from the corner of her eye, caught her attention. A steady smile curled its way upon her lips as she made her way to the stall that held her precious cargo.
~*~
"Mistress?"
The soft, urgent voice from the doorway caused her to look up, away from the symbolic tattoo that was intricately inked upon the underside of her wrist, over the thin blue river of veins that protruded from the translucent skin of her arm.
She had been staring at the tattoo all evening, her eyes roaming over the swirled black pattern, formed from an ancient Saiyan script.
The tattoo symbolized who she was... A Mistress, owned by and lover to a wealthy Elite. As with the cloak, every servant, every mistress, every alien that was not of Saiyan heritage had a different form of tattoo upon their wrist, indicating their status and worth.
Bulma sighed quietly; she had been a possession for most of her life, so why was it suddenly bothering her? The tattoo ranking her as a servant had been removed and in its place, this one had been created; this mesh of calligraphy and swirls signifying her status as a Mistress and lover to a high ranking Elite Saiyan soldier.
She forced herself to smile at the young, ruby-skinned woman standing patiently in the doorway of her sleeping chambers.
"What is it, Nena?"
An apprehensive look crossed the woman's face, her snow-white eyes shifting uncomfortably, "Forgive me for disturbing you, Mistress but Master has arrived and he is waiting for you in the dining chamber."
Bulma blanched.
Three months, not a word and suddenly he decided to appear! Her cobalt eyes slidi towards the chest of drawers she had left open. If he saw what she had bought what would she tell him? She had no explanation to give... Instead of allowing her worries to show, a watery smile cracked the solemn look on her pale face.
"Thank you, tell him I will be there shortly," she remarked, waving the younger woman away. She had to put her precious cargo in a safe place!
Nena offered a small comforting smile in return, she could see the anxiety in the beautiful woman's features. She knew her Mistress did not wish to be in this situation. After all... Everyone wanted their freedom.
The servants of the villa knew the identity of the Saiyan man who had been charmed by the blue-haired enchantress. But they were loyal and bound by honor, and they swore never to tell. It was said that they would all be rewarded greatly for the compliance and what servant wouldn't want that?
Still... Nena felt pity for the beautiful woman, destined to most likely spend her life in subordination to another being. She would probably never know freedom.
She curtsied before leaving the woman to her own devices, to prepare herself for her Master and... Lover.
~*~
Bulma flattened the silk, sky blue dress down her curvaceous hips. In a last desperate moment she touched the soft tendrils of her cerulean hair that had been curled expertly, falling down in a feathery halo around her face.
Nervous springs coiled in her stomach as she stepped into the darkened dining chamber, glowing gently from the various lighted candles that sat at the center of the long, rectangular table.
The shadow seated at the end of the table, moved forward as she entered the room.
Dark shadows from the burning flames of the candles danced across his angular features, offering a sinister image of the man she belonged to. She breathed in deeply, taking in his appearance after three long months.
Gods!
He was so handsome...
Quite probably the most handsomest King to ever reign over Vejjita-sei. And he was all hers.
She slowly took her seat at the opposite end of the long table and waited for the food to be brought in by the kitchen staff.
As soon as she settled down into her seat, his rusty, dulcet voice spoke out to her, "Are you well?"
Bulma looked up from the table, startled by his question. He almost never asked how she was doing! In reward for his question, she offered him a beautiful, slow smile; secretly pleased when she noticed the glimmer of recognition and awe in his eyes that her smile had evidently caused.
"I am well," she replied softly, "I have just missed you," she added slowly, sending a coy glance in his direction. The muscles in her stomach and loins tightened involuntarily as his darkened gaze swept over her.
It wasn't a complete lie.
She had missed the pleasure he evoked in her body, she had missed the way he would make her scream out in pleasure when they joined but never--never had she missed him. Never had she missed his selfish character; it was all about the pleasure and stability he offered her.
His raspy chuckle echoed hauntingly around the large dining chamber, causing tendrils of desire to enflame around her body.
It had been so long...
"You lie, woman!" He exclaimed knowingly, albeit with amusement.
Bulma laughed in response, "You have caught me then," she joked, secretly meaning the words.
He paused in his banter, glancing at her face for a few moments before speaking, "Yes... It seems I have."
If Bulma had just been slightly more attentive, she would have noticed the dangerous lilt in his voice as he spoke, but she remained oblivious to it all.
As platters upon platters of aromatic food was bought in, they sat in silence until the food had been served out and they were alone once more.
Bulma forced a fork full of red meat into her mouth; he seemed to have no problem with eating the many sumptuous dishes.
She shifted under his scrutinizing gaze, somewhat uncomfortable by the sudden attention his obsidian eyes were paying her.
"And how are you?" She asked, once she had swallowed the tasteless morsel of meat. In truth, she wanted to know more about the Queen...
Had they copulated their marriage yet? Had an heir been conceived? But the questions that were poised upon her lips died as they tried to voice themselves. She didn't want to know... She didn't want to feel the jagged vines of jealously grow within her once more like they had three months ago.
Not after all the time she had spent trying to dispel them. If she felt nothing for him, then why was she so jealous of his bonded mate? She should be glad, she should not have to worry herself over that woman's influence over him... But she was.
Bulma peered into the unreadable mask of his face until Vegeta looked away from her and grunted his response, indicating to her that their small-talk was over.
She sighed quietly to herself, shrugging. She should have known by now... He wasn't much for long conversations and if truth be told, she really was not in the mood to converse with him.
Instead, she tried to focus her energy on forcing the meaty food down her throat.
~*~
The rest of the meal was uneventful, until they both retreated to the largest sleeping chamber of the villa.
Bulma was thankful he had not decided to join her in her room, for he would have surely caught her precious parcel and demanded answers she was unable to give.
As soon as they entered the spacious chamber, his hands tugged at the delicate straps of her silk dress, ripping the material away until she was left naked before his greedy, dark eyes.
Apprehension bubbled within her.
Was this right?
He was bonded to another! Surely this was wrong... Three months ago she knew it had been wrong but--but after not joining with him in such a long time, she felt her body craving him like an enticing drug, maddening her with the need to feel him inside of her body, moving against her in a rhythmic devotion...
Bulma smiled mischievously and pushed away the threatening, doubtful thoughts as flames of desire licked at her sweat-sheened body. She clasped her tiny hands around his thick wrists and led him towards the large, round bed at the center of the room.
She pressed her lips against him softly and slowly, urging his wandering hands to slow down in their pursuit. Her tongue slid cautiously into his mouth, exploring the heated void as she battled, nipped and licked against his own tongue; each moment that passed, filling her with purified passion.
As she pulled her lips away and kneeled on the bed before him, a triumphant grin spread across her face at the dangerous sparks of lust that were ignited within his dark, promising eyes.
He still wanted her.
The three months had done nothing to diminish either of their desire for one another. Everything was as it had been before.
Bulma lay back, slowly pulling his heaving body on top of her on. She was ready for him, she had been for three months.
He looked down at her pale face, smirking. A wicked gleam in his eyes alerted her to the enormous restraint he was placing upon himself. If it had not been for her desire to move slowly, he would have taken her by now.
She could sense that his restraint was waning, and so she brought his head down and placed an impassioned kiss upon his lips.
A growl erupted from his mouth, trembling its way down the cavern of her own throat.
She shivered as she slowly began removing the heavy armor that covered his muscled and toned body. His shoulders shook beneath the touch of her soft hands and she revelled in the power that she commanded over his body.
"Tonight..." she breathed softly against his lips, looking up into his endless obsidian eyes, "Tonight... Is my night, my King."
His hands languidly travelled the contours of her naked body, bringing her to life and she smiled as her statement was awarded with an animalistic chuckle, "Very well, my Khron, it shall be as you desire."
Without further delay, Bulma felt their bodies clash together in unadulterated, uninhibited passion as he plunged into her. He rode her slowly, painfully bringing her closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. She bucked under the laboriously slow pace, moaning softly into his ear as he gripped her hips and drove deeper into her.
"Vegeta..." His trembling name fell from her lips over and over again, until she could take no more and was pushed over the edge, crying out his name again as thousands of speckled stars exploded under her eye lids.
Her own cry was drowned out by the deeply satisfied rumble that burst forth from his throat.
They collapsed together in a tangled mass of limbs, panting heavily.
Bulma stared up at the ceiling in shock. As the rolling waves of pleasure dimmed, a satiated smile spread across her face.
The night was still young... It would be hours before they tired of one another.
~*~
Bulma looked towards the floor-length window of the beautifully large room. She sighed as the first red rays of Vejiita-sei's sun began to filter through the glass and gauze curtains.
Her gaze travelled over to the silent Saiyan, quietly catching his breath from their last round of mating.
She grinned to herself.
They had taken pleasure in one another all through the night, not once stopping for rest. The three months apart had done them wonders.
As his breathing slowed down, he turned his black, bottomless eyes upon her. They swept swiftly over her trembling body, until a gratified smirk formed on his lips.
Bulma couldn't help but chuckle; he looked so... Satisfied. They both were...
"When will you be leaving?" She asked softly, her voice slightly broken from the cries of pleasure that had been torn from her throat during the night.
He sat up abruptly, casting a glance towards the window at the rising red and orange beams of sun that streamed through the billowing curtains.
"Now," he replied curtly, stepping out of the bed in all of his naked glory.
He turned to Bulma as he slowly dressed himself.
She pouted at him, earning a throaty chuckle from the amused King.
"Do you have go?" She pleaded, forcing her eyes to glimmer and become enlarged. She knew he could never refuse her eyes anything.
Vegeta growled at her, "I have to go," he mumbled, looking down, away from her enchanting eyes as he clasped the chest plate shut. If he flew now, he could return to the palace without anyone knowing his whereabouts; without anyone smelling the scent of his little Khron on him...
She sighed, looking away with dejection and annoyance.
He looked at her saddened face before adding slowly, "I will return shortly, at the end of the week. I will stay longer then, once a treaty has been signed with an allied planet."
Bulma looked up at him, brushing away the soaking strands of blue hair that stuck to her cheeks and forehead, "Promise?" She whispered, knowing that after last night, another three months without his body would be torture.
Vegeta smirked, "Yes Khron, it is a promise."
She rose from the bed and walked slowly towards him, sashaying her hips in rhythm with an unheard beat and melody. Rising to her toes, she brushed her lips delicately over his, "Seal it with a kiss?" She murmured, slowly wrapping her arms around his corded, muscled neck.
He growled and roughly kissed her, pulling her body flush against his. But as soon as the kiss had begun, Bulma ripped her lips from his and slowly pushed him towards the doorway. Before he stepped out, he took a velvet pouch from the hidden pocket in his armor and pressed it into her palm.
"For you," he stated abruptly, turning away from her and stalking down the winding, marble hallway the led to the front doorway of the villa.
Bulma leaned against the door frame, frowning as she examined the velvet pouch. She turned away, closing the door behind her as she padded towards the large bed.
Without thought or hesitation, she dumped the velvet pouch on the bed without opening it and slowly made her way to the washing chambers.
His scent was all over her.
~*~
"Momma look!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs as her father lifted her from the ground, twirling her around in the air. "I can fly!" She shouted.
Her parents laughed at her.
The warm, welcoming sunshine beamed down upon her face as a gentle breeze blew through her short cerulean locks.
Her father placed her down again and held her hand as they ran towards a strangely domed building together, laughing and giggling like two conspirators.
Her smile widened as she caught sight of her mother sitting beneath the shade of the nearby tree. She skipped over, humming her favorite nursery rhyme as she settled herself in her mother's lap.
"Tell me a story Momma," she mumbled under breath, wriggling in her mother's grasp.
Her mother laughed in delight, "Don't you want to have your nap sweetheart?"
"No," she replied stubbornly.
"Very well," her mother chuckled and stroked the top of her head. She could see her father sitting to the side, enjoying the cool breeze that was offered from the shaded tree. He winked at her as he rummaged through a basket of delicious food.
"Once upon a time," her mother began softly, "There was Prince and young girl..."
The voice of her mother began to slowly fade away and although she tried desperately to stay awake... She just couldn't.
~*~
Bulma's head lolled to one side, startling her awake.
It seemed as if she had fallen asleep whilst reading a book in the sun room patio of the villa. After Vegeta had left she had simply taken a bath and decided to rest for the entire day; she needed to catch up if she was ever to be ready for him by the end of the week.
The velvet pouch he had given her had been tossed into a chest of drawers in her room. He gave her a velvet pouch filled with a treasure every time he felt guilty... She had stopped looking in them, for the sheer fact that she couldn't care less what he gave her. And so they lay forgotten in her private chambers at the bottom of one of her drawers.
She frowned... She could hear urgent voices whispering down the hall, slowly rising in their temper, behind the closed doors of a servant's quarter. She wondered what could have caused such urgency in the voices.
Curiously, she rose form the comfortable chair and softly walked down the marble hall to the door where the voices came from.
Bulma stopped in front of the door and gently pressed her ear to it. A look of surprise came over her as she heard Nena's voice and what seemed to be her mother's, a wonderful cook in the villa.
"Are you sure this is all the credits you can gather?" the voice of the mother lowered to a whisper.
"Yes, but it's not enough! If we want to leave on the space craft by the beginning of next year we need to pay more credits to the pilots of the ship!"
"I know, I know!"
"I will have to work in a brothel, part time," Nena's voice sounded regretful.
"No!"
"But mother, it's the only way we can get off this planet and be able to go home."
The mother sighed, "We will have to find another way. The ship doesn't leave until next spring, that leaves us with some time to gather enough credits for tickets away from this planet."
"Think mother, this time next year we will be home!" Nena's voice took on a soft, dreamy quality.
Bulma's hand slipped and thudded against the door. The two voices stopped speaking, fearfully aware that they were caught.
She gasped quietly, her heart thudding against the cage of her ribs. A ship? Leaving Vejiita-sei? Next Year? It was then that she realized--realized that this was her chance.
"Save yourself..." The voice from her reoccurring dream spoke softly into her mind.
But could she leave Vegeta and the pleasure he offered her?
Yes.
She could.
~*~
AN: So the plot thickens! What is this mystery space ship and the formulas Bulma is dreaming of? You can find out in the next chapter!
Next chapter :---You will see more, this time from Vegeta's point of view! And finally be introduced to the Queen.
I know it's not Sunday, but fanfiction.net is doing maintenance and so I thought it would be better if I updated this now rather than on Monday; I'm a woman of my word!!
-holds hand up for a high five which no one returns-
No one? Oh well... lol.
Khron---Blue lady in Saiy-go (Saiyan language).
Chapter Two.
White numbers, letters and formations swirled around her as she stood in a deadly vortex, surrounded by them.
"Save yourself," a voice whispered to her.
She frowned.
Printed blue sheets of paper passed across her vision like a slide show, eventually culminating together in a tornado of indecipherable equations and incomprehensible formulas. The shards of metal objects, wires and strange tools that flew at her haphazardly started to toss and churn precariously in the hurricane of knowledge that she stood amidst.
The raspy, familiar voice murmured again into her ear;
"This is who you are..."
The equations and formulas slowly filtered through her brain, their hazy appearance becoming understandable, the more she concentrated on them.
Just when she thought she had grasped their concept, they began to fade away, like the changing seasons from somewhere, something... Earth.
This hissing voice spoke once more;
"Save yourself..."
~*~
Bulma's eyes flew open in shock. Her shallow breathing resounded against the walls of the unfamiliar room she was to live in, until she was told otherwise. She sat up slowly in the large comfortable bed, wiping away the silver trails of tears that slivered down her pale moonlit cheeks. She didn't know why she was crying... But the strange dream brought great sadness to her.
Even though the dream should have been frightening for her, oddly enough, she found it comforting... She found it familiar through the weighted sadness that pressed down upon her chest.
As she sat there in the large bed, Bulma wracked her brain, desperately trying to decipher the meaning of the words that had sped through her mind in their own whirlwind. They seemed so familiar to her...
What did they mean?!
Her frustration grew; rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she tried once more to bring meaning to the black and white words. She had seen them before, but she didn't know where. She was so close... So close to understanding them.
Earth... Earth...
Bulma shook her head, her cerulean locks tumbling from the loose bun on top of her head as she pressed her index fingers against her throbbing temples. What was Earth? Why couldn't she remember?!
In her anger, she threw off the surprisingly heavy silk covers and rose from the bed, looking dejectedly around in the dark at her elaborate sleeping room.
It had all been designed for her; courtesy of King Vegeta. It seemed that he had left no stone unturned when it came to the luxury of the villa he had sent her to, on the outskirts of the city Tegev.
She even had her own servants! She learned from him that she was no longer required to perform servant duties, for which she was slightly grateful for. But if that job was taken away from her, then what did it leave?
The job of being his mistress?
Was she to spend her life walking around the villa grounds in silence, never once doing anything that would make her feel accomplished or satisfied... Or even doing something that would save her from utter boredom.
But it was as if everything had been designed for her comfort, for her well-being... However, she found none in the three months that she had lived there.
Three months...
Three months of tossing and turning in her sleep, receiving strange dreams and wondering--wondering what he was doing, wondering if he was with her.
It had been three long boring months since she had seen him; their last encounter taking place at her room in the servants' quarters, just after he had been crowned King.
When he had sent her to the villa in Tegev, he promised he would join her! And yet three deceptive months had passed and not a word came from him... Just what was he doing?
As if struck by lightening from the question, an epiphany came to her. She had not thought of this before; had not thought of the consequences of their actions.
This was no ordinary man she was mistress of, no worthless Elite or First-class Saiyan.
She was the mistress to a King... A King.
The thought frightened, excited and exhilarated her, for it was she who was placed upon this pedestal... By a King. If it was ever found out that she was his mistress--an alien, no less-- they would force him to renounce the throne or worse... Kill her instead.
It was known to the entire population that Royalty did not dabble in affairs. They certainly had occasional trysts, but nothing as on going as the relationship that was present between herself and Vegeta... Could it even be called a relationship?
For three years they met together in silence, in the dead of night, and now he wanted to honor her with servants, luxuries and this expensive villa? He wanted the servants to know he was her master... Her lover?!
What if they spoke out? What if their secret was exposed...
If she wasn't careful, and they were caught, she would be killed. It would be her death, or his renouncing of the crown. Which she was certain he would never do.
Bulma clenched her jaw as she slid back into the soft covers. She refused to be placed in such a precarious position.
She had to find a way out... She had to.
~*~
Tegev; the second Capital city of Vejiita-sei.
A city of commerce and trade, where everyone who was anyone had something to buy or sell.
The inner-city market was bursting with energy and activity from the various people that were scattered around in hives along the pavement.
Saiyans and aliens alike, milled about the sand covered pathways; some looking at the various meats, vegetables and herbs for their masters' pantry and others gazing longingly at the expensive pieces of clothing and accessories that were displayed proudly on the many market stalls, saddened that they would never be able to afford them.
Bulma lowered her head as she passed the various screaming, money wrangling merchants.
The royal blue velvet cloak around her shoulders signified her status; a high-ranking free servant and a Mistress. Her status indicated that although she already belonged to a master, she was held in high reverence and was to be treated accordingly by others that came into contact with her.
A grimace tugged at the corner of her lips.
Was there ever such a thing... A free servant? How could you be free when you were forced to serve, to be with another being for the rest of your life whom you had no feelings for aside from the sexual chemistry between your bodies...
She snorted, quietly agreeing with herself as she ignored the frenzied calls from a desperate merchant.
"Over here! Over here!" One purple, three-eyed merchant shouted at her.
"No, come and look at these lovely ribbons for you beautiful hair Madame!" Another green skinned man yelled, his eyes roaming over her cloak covered form.
She shook her head at them, frowning.
Leeches. All of them. Each one eager to make money... But weren't they out to survive like the rest of them?
It was true that the way in which Vejiita-sei was run, had changed greatly over the many years that passed.
Well-behaved, trusted servants were offered their freedom, not killed or cast away once their usefulness had passed, like they had been decades ago.
But what the completely free servants did after that, she did not know. It seemed as if they had just disappeared... In fact, even the low ranking servants seemed to disappear as well, never to be seen again.
That was a mystery that Bulma still had not solved.
The burning rays of the harsh sun beamed down upon her back, as she weaved expertly in and out of the many people clustered around one stall, all vying for a fair bid on the rotting carcass of meat.
The smell of perspiration and decay permeated the air and Bulma had to hold her breath as the various sweating bodies brushed by her, choking her from the odorous stench that circulated around the market.
She was new to this city and market, none knew her but she had been shown her way around by one of the servants at the villa. They knew she was new to the city, that she was a Mistress to a wealthy Saiyan Elite, they just didn't know which Saiyan. Luckily, her cloak hid her from prying eyes. Bulma was uncomfortable in the setting and she didn't know why she felt the urge to come to the market but... She knew the dream she had the previous night played a great part in her curiosity...
As if by divine intervention, a glinting object from the corner of her eye, caught her attention. A steady smile curled its way upon her lips as she made her way to the stall that held her precious cargo.
~*~
"Mistress?"
The soft, urgent voice from the doorway caused her to look up, away from the symbolic tattoo that was intricately inked upon the underside of her wrist, over the thin blue river of veins that protruded from the translucent skin of her arm.
She had been staring at the tattoo all evening, her eyes roaming over the swirled black pattern, formed from an ancient Saiyan script.
The tattoo symbolized who she was... A Mistress, owned by and lover to a wealthy Elite. As with the cloak, every servant, every mistress, every alien that was not of Saiyan heritage had a different form of tattoo upon their wrist, indicating their status and worth.
Bulma sighed quietly; she had been a possession for most of her life, so why was it suddenly bothering her? The tattoo ranking her as a servant had been removed and in its place, this one had been created; this mesh of calligraphy and swirls signifying her status as a Mistress and lover to a high ranking Elite Saiyan soldier.
She forced herself to smile at the young, ruby-skinned woman standing patiently in the doorway of her sleeping chambers.
"What is it, Nena?"
An apprehensive look crossed the woman's face, her snow-white eyes shifting uncomfortably, "Forgive me for disturbing you, Mistress but Master has arrived and he is waiting for you in the dining chamber."
Bulma blanched.
Three months, not a word and suddenly he decided to appear! Her cobalt eyes slidi towards the chest of drawers she had left open. If he saw what she had bought what would she tell him? She had no explanation to give... Instead of allowing her worries to show, a watery smile cracked the solemn look on her pale face.
"Thank you, tell him I will be there shortly," she remarked, waving the younger woman away. She had to put her precious cargo in a safe place!
Nena offered a small comforting smile in return, she could see the anxiety in the beautiful woman's features. She knew her Mistress did not wish to be in this situation. After all... Everyone wanted their freedom.
The servants of the villa knew the identity of the Saiyan man who had been charmed by the blue-haired enchantress. But they were loyal and bound by honor, and they swore never to tell. It was said that they would all be rewarded greatly for the compliance and what servant wouldn't want that?
Still... Nena felt pity for the beautiful woman, destined to most likely spend her life in subordination to another being. She would probably never know freedom.
She curtsied before leaving the woman to her own devices, to prepare herself for her Master and... Lover.
~*~
Bulma flattened the silk, sky blue dress down her curvaceous hips. In a last desperate moment she touched the soft tendrils of her cerulean hair that had been curled expertly, falling down in a feathery halo around her face.
Nervous springs coiled in her stomach as she stepped into the darkened dining chamber, glowing gently from the various lighted candles that sat at the center of the long, rectangular table.
The shadow seated at the end of the table, moved forward as she entered the room.
Dark shadows from the burning flames of the candles danced across his angular features, offering a sinister image of the man she belonged to. She breathed in deeply, taking in his appearance after three long months.
Gods!
He was so handsome...
Quite probably the most handsomest King to ever reign over Vejjita-sei. And he was all hers.
She slowly took her seat at the opposite end of the long table and waited for the food to be brought in by the kitchen staff.
As soon as she settled down into her seat, his rusty, dulcet voice spoke out to her, "Are you well?"
Bulma looked up from the table, startled by his question. He almost never asked how she was doing! In reward for his question, she offered him a beautiful, slow smile; secretly pleased when she noticed the glimmer of recognition and awe in his eyes that her smile had evidently caused.
"I am well," she replied softly, "I have just missed you," she added slowly, sending a coy glance in his direction. The muscles in her stomach and loins tightened involuntarily as his darkened gaze swept over her.
It wasn't a complete lie.
She had missed the pleasure he evoked in her body, she had missed the way he would make her scream out in pleasure when they joined but never--never had she missed him. Never had she missed his selfish character; it was all about the pleasure and stability he offered her.
His raspy chuckle echoed hauntingly around the large dining chamber, causing tendrils of desire to enflame around her body.
It had been so long...
"You lie, woman!" He exclaimed knowingly, albeit with amusement.
Bulma laughed in response, "You have caught me then," she joked, secretly meaning the words.
He paused in his banter, glancing at her face for a few moments before speaking, "Yes... It seems I have."
If Bulma had just been slightly more attentive, she would have noticed the dangerous lilt in his voice as he spoke, but she remained oblivious to it all.
As platters upon platters of aromatic food was bought in, they sat in silence until the food had been served out and they were alone once more.
Bulma forced a fork full of red meat into her mouth; he seemed to have no problem with eating the many sumptuous dishes.
She shifted under his scrutinizing gaze, somewhat uncomfortable by the sudden attention his obsidian eyes were paying her.
"And how are you?" She asked, once she had swallowed the tasteless morsel of meat. In truth, she wanted to know more about the Queen...
Had they copulated their marriage yet? Had an heir been conceived? But the questions that were poised upon her lips died as they tried to voice themselves. She didn't want to know... She didn't want to feel the jagged vines of jealously grow within her once more like they had three months ago.
Not after all the time she had spent trying to dispel them. If she felt nothing for him, then why was she so jealous of his bonded mate? She should be glad, she should not have to worry herself over that woman's influence over him... But she was.
Bulma peered into the unreadable mask of his face until Vegeta looked away from her and grunted his response, indicating to her that their small-talk was over.
She sighed quietly to herself, shrugging. She should have known by now... He wasn't much for long conversations and if truth be told, she really was not in the mood to converse with him.
Instead, she tried to focus her energy on forcing the meaty food down her throat.
~*~
The rest of the meal was uneventful, until they both retreated to the largest sleeping chamber of the villa.
Bulma was thankful he had not decided to join her in her room, for he would have surely caught her precious parcel and demanded answers she was unable to give.
As soon as they entered the spacious chamber, his hands tugged at the delicate straps of her silk dress, ripping the material away until she was left naked before his greedy, dark eyes.
Apprehension bubbled within her.
Was this right?
He was bonded to another! Surely this was wrong... Three months ago she knew it had been wrong but--but after not joining with him in such a long time, she felt her body craving him like an enticing drug, maddening her with the need to feel him inside of her body, moving against her in a rhythmic devotion...
Bulma smiled mischievously and pushed away the threatening, doubtful thoughts as flames of desire licked at her sweat-sheened body. She clasped her tiny hands around his thick wrists and led him towards the large, round bed at the center of the room.
She pressed her lips against him softly and slowly, urging his wandering hands to slow down in their pursuit. Her tongue slid cautiously into his mouth, exploring the heated void as she battled, nipped and licked against his own tongue; each moment that passed, filling her with purified passion.
As she pulled her lips away and kneeled on the bed before him, a triumphant grin spread across her face at the dangerous sparks of lust that were ignited within his dark, promising eyes.
He still wanted her.
The three months had done nothing to diminish either of their desire for one another. Everything was as it had been before.
Bulma lay back, slowly pulling his heaving body on top of her on. She was ready for him, she had been for three months.
He looked down at her pale face, smirking. A wicked gleam in his eyes alerted her to the enormous restraint he was placing upon himself. If it had not been for her desire to move slowly, he would have taken her by now.
She could sense that his restraint was waning, and so she brought his head down and placed an impassioned kiss upon his lips.
A growl erupted from his mouth, trembling its way down the cavern of her own throat.
She shivered as she slowly began removing the heavy armor that covered his muscled and toned body. His shoulders shook beneath the touch of her soft hands and she revelled in the power that she commanded over his body.
"Tonight..." she breathed softly against his lips, looking up into his endless obsidian eyes, "Tonight... Is my night, my King."
His hands languidly travelled the contours of her naked body, bringing her to life and she smiled as her statement was awarded with an animalistic chuckle, "Very well, my Khron, it shall be as you desire."
Without further delay, Bulma felt their bodies clash together in unadulterated, uninhibited passion as he plunged into her. He rode her slowly, painfully bringing her closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. She bucked under the laboriously slow pace, moaning softly into his ear as he gripped her hips and drove deeper into her.
"Vegeta..." His trembling name fell from her lips over and over again, until she could take no more and was pushed over the edge, crying out his name again as thousands of speckled stars exploded under her eye lids.
Her own cry was drowned out by the deeply satisfied rumble that burst forth from his throat.
They collapsed together in a tangled mass of limbs, panting heavily.
Bulma stared up at the ceiling in shock. As the rolling waves of pleasure dimmed, a satiated smile spread across her face.
The night was still young... It would be hours before they tired of one another.
~*~
Bulma looked towards the floor-length window of the beautifully large room. She sighed as the first red rays of Vejiita-sei's sun began to filter through the glass and gauze curtains.
Her gaze travelled over to the silent Saiyan, quietly catching his breath from their last round of mating.
She grinned to herself.
They had taken pleasure in one another all through the night, not once stopping for rest. The three months apart had done them wonders.
As his breathing slowed down, he turned his black, bottomless eyes upon her. They swept swiftly over her trembling body, until a gratified smirk formed on his lips.
Bulma couldn't help but chuckle; he looked so... Satisfied. They both were...
"When will you be leaving?" She asked softly, her voice slightly broken from the cries of pleasure that had been torn from her throat during the night.
He sat up abruptly, casting a glance towards the window at the rising red and orange beams of sun that streamed through the billowing curtains.
"Now," he replied curtly, stepping out of the bed in all of his naked glory.
He turned to Bulma as he slowly dressed himself.
She pouted at him, earning a throaty chuckle from the amused King.
"Do you have go?" She pleaded, forcing her eyes to glimmer and become enlarged. She knew he could never refuse her eyes anything.
Vegeta growled at her, "I have to go," he mumbled, looking down, away from her enchanting eyes as he clasped the chest plate shut. If he flew now, he could return to the palace without anyone knowing his whereabouts; without anyone smelling the scent of his little Khron on him...
She sighed, looking away with dejection and annoyance.
He looked at her saddened face before adding slowly, "I will return shortly, at the end of the week. I will stay longer then, once a treaty has been signed with an allied planet."
Bulma looked up at him, brushing away the soaking strands of blue hair that stuck to her cheeks and forehead, "Promise?" She whispered, knowing that after last night, another three months without his body would be torture.
Vegeta smirked, "Yes Khron, it is a promise."
She rose from the bed and walked slowly towards him, sashaying her hips in rhythm with an unheard beat and melody. Rising to her toes, she brushed her lips delicately over his, "Seal it with a kiss?" She murmured, slowly wrapping her arms around his corded, muscled neck.
He growled and roughly kissed her, pulling her body flush against his. But as soon as the kiss had begun, Bulma ripped her lips from his and slowly pushed him towards the doorway. Before he stepped out, he took a velvet pouch from the hidden pocket in his armor and pressed it into her palm.
"For you," he stated abruptly, turning away from her and stalking down the winding, marble hallway the led to the front doorway of the villa.
Bulma leaned against the door frame, frowning as she examined the velvet pouch. She turned away, closing the door behind her as she padded towards the large bed.
Without thought or hesitation, she dumped the velvet pouch on the bed without opening it and slowly made her way to the washing chambers.
His scent was all over her.
~*~
"Momma look!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs as her father lifted her from the ground, twirling her around in the air. "I can fly!" She shouted.
Her parents laughed at her.
The warm, welcoming sunshine beamed down upon her face as a gentle breeze blew through her short cerulean locks.
Her father placed her down again and held her hand as they ran towards a strangely domed building together, laughing and giggling like two conspirators.
Her smile widened as she caught sight of her mother sitting beneath the shade of the nearby tree. She skipped over, humming her favorite nursery rhyme as she settled herself in her mother's lap.
"Tell me a story Momma," she mumbled under breath, wriggling in her mother's grasp.
Her mother laughed in delight, "Don't you want to have your nap sweetheart?"
"No," she replied stubbornly.
"Very well," her mother chuckled and stroked the top of her head. She could see her father sitting to the side, enjoying the cool breeze that was offered from the shaded tree. He winked at her as he rummaged through a basket of delicious food.
"Once upon a time," her mother began softly, "There was Prince and young girl..."
The voice of her mother began to slowly fade away and although she tried desperately to stay awake... She just couldn't.
~*~
Bulma's head lolled to one side, startling her awake.
It seemed as if she had fallen asleep whilst reading a book in the sun room patio of the villa. After Vegeta had left she had simply taken a bath and decided to rest for the entire day; she needed to catch up if she was ever to be ready for him by the end of the week.
The velvet pouch he had given her had been tossed into a chest of drawers in her room. He gave her a velvet pouch filled with a treasure every time he felt guilty... She had stopped looking in them, for the sheer fact that she couldn't care less what he gave her. And so they lay forgotten in her private chambers at the bottom of one of her drawers.
She frowned... She could hear urgent voices whispering down the hall, slowly rising in their temper, behind the closed doors of a servant's quarter. She wondered what could have caused such urgency in the voices.
Curiously, she rose form the comfortable chair and softly walked down the marble hall to the door where the voices came from.
Bulma stopped in front of the door and gently pressed her ear to it. A look of surprise came over her as she heard Nena's voice and what seemed to be her mother's, a wonderful cook in the villa.
"Are you sure this is all the credits you can gather?" the voice of the mother lowered to a whisper.
"Yes, but it's not enough! If we want to leave on the space craft by the beginning of next year we need to pay more credits to the pilots of the ship!"
"I know, I know!"
"I will have to work in a brothel, part time," Nena's voice sounded regretful.
"No!"
"But mother, it's the only way we can get off this planet and be able to go home."
The mother sighed, "We will have to find another way. The ship doesn't leave until next spring, that leaves us with some time to gather enough credits for tickets away from this planet."
"Think mother, this time next year we will be home!" Nena's voice took on a soft, dreamy quality.
Bulma's hand slipped and thudded against the door. The two voices stopped speaking, fearfully aware that they were caught.
She gasped quietly, her heart thudding against the cage of her ribs. A ship? Leaving Vejiita-sei? Next Year? It was then that she realized--realized that this was her chance.
"Save yourself..." The voice from her reoccurring dream spoke softly into her mind.
But could she leave Vegeta and the pleasure he offered her?
Yes.
She could.
~*~
AN: So the plot thickens! What is this mystery space ship and the formulas Bulma is dreaming of? You can find out in the next chapter!
Next chapter :---You will see more, this time from Vegeta's point of view! And finally be introduced to the Queen.
I know it's not Sunday, but fanfiction.net is doing maintenance and so I thought it would be better if I updated this now rather than on Monday; I'm a woman of my word!!
-holds hand up for a high five which no one returns-
No one? Oh well... lol.