Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistress ❯ Chapter Three. ( Chapter 3 )
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By: HeartlessChild 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.29.2004 | Updated On: 06.19.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.29.2004 | Updated On: 06.19.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
WARNING: R rated, so you know what that means.
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Chapter Three.
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She froze as the door opened to reveal the two women standing at the center of the room, trembling as they stood beneath Bulma's stern glare. Uninvited, she marched into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Mistress-?" Nena said softly.
Bulma held her hand up, ordering Nena to stop speaking. She glanced at the younger woman's mother before speaking, "You will tell me, truthfully, what exactly you were speaking of," she demanded quietly.
Mother and daughter looked at one another in hesitation.
"Tell me," Bulma reiterated harshly, her heart pounding from the excitement and anxiety of the prospects both women had been previously discussing.
Nena nodded in compliance, "We will tell you everything, Mistress, but please do not punish us," her slender frame trembled as Bulma's cold eyes swept over her.
"I never said anything about punishment," Bulma replied calmly, "Now... Tell me."
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He glared at the holographic projection of Vejiita-sei's galaxy as it beamed softly at the center of the marble table.
Under his grandfather's and father's rule, the entire galaxy of Quorton had been conquered by the Saiyans. In the past, planets had fallen at their feet, under the treaty of strength the Saiyans imposed.
They would freely give their souls if it meant protection from space pirates, rebel forces and any other enemies that may befall them, as long as they were willing to submit to foreign rule under Vejiita-sei's name and laws.
His gaze shifted as the image changed into another galactic constellation, most probably belonging to the southern quadrant of the universe in his mind's eye.
"This is the Avar galaxy, your highness."
Vegeta nodded to the Saiyan councillor that had spoken. Bora was his name, a trustworthy Saiyan by his father's account and loyal to the throne. The scar-faced councillor stood tall and proud. His lengthy jet black spikes that were tied together at the nape of his neck, bristled as he motioned towards the holographic image.
Vegeta's charcoal eyes flickered with anticipation.
"This particular galaxy contains fifty solar systems, that is four hundred planets in total," Bora continued, "Your father's plan of expanding the Empire was to start here, in Avar. The different planets have many resources, they are rich in fertile land and all are ore laden, which has been foundering on Vejiita-sei since the industrial movement; it would be wise to start here."
"Then we shall do as he wished," Vegeta replied softly. As he closed his eyes for a brief moment, he could barely sense the residual aura of his father's ki warming the room, even three months on after his death.
After ascending the throne, Vegeta hadn't known it would be so difficult to maintain an Empire. He was responsible for billions of people but in turn, Vejiita-sei would prosper greatly. And that was what he wished, to see his father's legacy live on through the Saiyan people.
"However," Bora added, his stern voice cutting through Vegeta's wandering thoughts, "The planets are under the rule of another warrior race, the Torgons of the Tarna solar system; their home planet is Rishan-sei. It could prove difficult to manouver our way into the fold and deal with them, they are a heavily armed race and are in favor with the other systems for their diplomacy."
Vegeta grunted shook his head.
He despised politics.
"If it proves difficult then we shall simply have to purge their planet and make an example of them," he growled, looking around at the nodding heads of the other councillors and advisors of the Royal court, that had been sitting silently around the large table. "What is their fire power? Are they weaklings with weapons or a ki-faring warrior race like ours?"
Bora sat back in his chair, gently massaging the throbbing vein in his temple.
Their new King seemed to be foolhardy and hasty in the months after his father's demise, but he had been taught by the best tutors strategical tutors Vejiita-sei had to offer...
"It seems to be both, your highness," he answered softly, "Their ki-levels are substantial but nothing a second-class or Elite, or even an upper level third-class couldn't handle. They depend and hide mostly behind their weapons, either they are lazy or the are ingenious in their battle tactics; I would not know."
Vegeta snorted, "It is pitiful. They are a warrior race and they hide behind machinery? What a joke!"
A round of agreeing murmurs erupted from the other councillors.
"So be it," he continued balefully, his gaze roaming the faces of the Saiyan councillors, "It has been decided in this court that the sons of Vejiita-sei shall pay a little visit to Rishan-sei in the hopes of an alliance. If they do not submit to our rule, we will take their Empire by force."
Not a word of protest had come from the other councillors and so Vegeta concluded his business was finished. "Bora, you will be in command of leading this treaty and the troops to Rishan-sei," he added as an after thought, "Send word to them of our arrival, but only after you have entered their solar system. We don't want these fuckers getting any ideas," he grinned menacingly at the nodding councillor.
Bora and the rest of the council members stood from their seats, "As you wish, your highness," he said, bowing slowly.
Vegeta rose from his richly coloured, velvet chair and risked a glance towards the sinking sun of Vejiita-sei. All thoughts of Rishan-sei fled from his mind as his eyes danced around the fiery red and purple hue of the sky that was painted above the horizon of rolling valleys.
He had told her he would return at the end of the week... Clearing his throat, he looked at the silent councillors and dismissed them form his presence with a flick of his wrist.
He had more pressing matters to attend to.
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Vegeta frowned as he tugged at the constrictive chest plate of his armor. He would have to change before he left for the villa in Tegev. He couldn't go to her smelling like one of the rancid beasts that hid in the forests of Vejiita-sei.
As he stormed his way through the wide stone halls of the Imperial palace towards his chambers, he couldn't help but smirk. Tonight would be his night. It was her turn to repay him for their last encounter. With that thought, a gnawing sense of anticipation burned in the lining of his stomach.
The very thought of her sent his blood to boil.
The double doors of his chambers loomed before him as he approached, his bronze-tipped boots making no sound as he approached.
As he reached for the golden hoops to open the doors, they swung inwards of their own accord and revealed... Vejiita-sei's Queen.
The brown-eyed woman bowed before him, her spiked ebony locks falling forward to cover the expression of her face, "My lord," she mumbled.
Her voice was thick, deep and rich, like many of the Saiyan women on Vejiita-sei.
But--but it was not hers. It did not have the same lilt, the same twinkle...
In her posture Vegeta could see the noble blood she was born from as she rose from her bow and moved to the side.
He stalked past her, acknowledging her with a grunt. As his eyes travelled towards the bed at the center of the room, he frowned.
"Where are the freshly washed clothes that were to be laid out for me?" He demanded, turning to face her silent form.
The Queen turned as she closed the patterned, oak doors behind her. She frowned, "I had a servant put them away," she answered in confusion.
Vegeta growled quietly, "I need the, fetch them for me."
The Queen's eyes flickered with an unknown emotion before she bowed and walked silently towards the antique closet on the far side of the room. She returned with his washed clothes and presented them to him, "And where do you expect to be wearing these, your highness?" She murmured gently, looking into his eyes with a sordid determination.
"Do not question me on this Cerna, it is not your place," he replied softly, emphasizing her name in a dangerous manner.
Cerna looked away in defeat, "We have been bound for over three months and only three times have you remained in these chambers. What would you expect of me, my King, if I did a ask few questions regarding your whereabouts," she spat quietly.
Vegeta ignored the blatant lack of respect in her voice and simply asked, "Are you with child yet?"
There was a lengthy pause before she answered.
"Yes," she whispered, taking a deep breath as she fixed her chocolate brown eyes upon his hard ebony stare. She was a Saiyan woman, she would not be intimidated by her stronger counterpart... Not if she wanted to keep her honor and pride intact.
Vegeta nodded sharply, "Then our work is done," he said slowly as he started to strip naked from his armor.
Cerna watched him bitterly, moving to sit at the end of the bed. She absently ran a calloused hand across her lower stomach, "Who is she?" She asked suddenly towards his turned back. She frowned as she saw the hardened muscles of his back tense and coil like tightened springs, ready to snap.
He froze as she asked the question. Quickly pulling the dark blue cotton corded trousers over his hips, he turned to face her, his face masked with hidden rage, "How did you know?" He snarled, thundering towards her like a predator.
She scrambled backwards on the bed as he moved towards her, "I--I could smell her when we mated; she's in every pore, every breath of your body... She is not Saiyan. is she?"
Cerna gasped as he threw her down upon the bed. She grasped the fingers of the hand that came around her throat, tightening with deadly intent.
"I'm warning you for the last time Cerna," he growled into her, pinning her beneath him, "We will not speak of this again, do I make myself clear?" He sneered at her, hissing into her ear as an unsteady rage trickled into the depths of her eyes as she looked up at him; trapped for eternity in this mad King's pursuit.
She nodded and found herself coughing and rubbing her throat as he released her roughly. Her lithe form trembled with barely controlled rage, but she knew it would be fruitless to attack him. His strength was... Godly at best.
No royal Prince of Vejiita-sei had ever been as strong as him at birth... She knew he wouldn't kill her, he needed her. But she couldn't help but feel indignation at the idea that he would continue to bed another woman after they had been bound together as mates. After she was pregnant with the heir of Vejiita-sei.
The rage that had engulfed her receded and she numbly watched him fly out through the large open windows of their chambers, in the burning blaze of his blue aura...
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Bulma stared at the various velvet pouches she had acquired. They sat quietly at the bottom of her chest of drawers, unopened and disregarded for. She licked her lips slowly, fingering the velvety contours of the small pouches. Nena and her mother had explained everything... Everything about the ship and what it entailed.
It would be her ticket to freedom. Away from this monotonous life, away from jealousy...
Away from him.
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Vegeta snarled at himself as he flew over the snow peaked mountains. The chill of the air slowly doused the burning temper that had been enflamed within. How could he have been so foolish? He should have known that as his mate, Cerna would be able to smell the scent of another on his body. She was not an idiot...
He clenched his fist, slowly lowering his speed and altitude over the icy peaks.
No matter, he reasoned with himself, what was done could not be undone.
Vegeta closed his eyes, allowing the cool air to stroke his face as he flew between the treacherous mountains. This part of Vejiita-sei was always cold; it soothed him.
"She's in every pore, every breath of your body..."
Cerna's accusing voice echoed through his ears.
He growled, shaking the voice away as he flew towards Tegev, towards his villa...
Towards his Khron.
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AN: Next chapter will be Bulma's encounter with Vegeta, where she finds out Cerna is pregnant. It's just more incentive for Bulma to leave isn't it? You'll also find out how she plans to leave Vejiita-sei. with the help of Nena and her mother. And keep an eye on the Rishan-sei development, Vegeta has big plans for the Empire and it only fuels fire between himself and Bulma when she learns what he is planning for the Torgon warriors (which you will learn more about in later chapters.
I won't be updating next Sunday as I'm going to Boston, but another chapter will be up the week after that, so until then, take care everybody!
Thank you for your reviews as well, they are wonderfully supportive and I love them!
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Chapter Three.
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She froze as the door opened to reveal the two women standing at the center of the room, trembling as they stood beneath Bulma's stern glare. Uninvited, she marched into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Mistress-?" Nena said softly.
Bulma held her hand up, ordering Nena to stop speaking. She glanced at the younger woman's mother before speaking, "You will tell me, truthfully, what exactly you were speaking of," she demanded quietly.
Mother and daughter looked at one another in hesitation.
"Tell me," Bulma reiterated harshly, her heart pounding from the excitement and anxiety of the prospects both women had been previously discussing.
Nena nodded in compliance, "We will tell you everything, Mistress, but please do not punish us," her slender frame trembled as Bulma's cold eyes swept over her.
"I never said anything about punishment," Bulma replied calmly, "Now... Tell me."
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He glared at the holographic projection of Vejiita-sei's galaxy as it beamed softly at the center of the marble table.
Under his grandfather's and father's rule, the entire galaxy of Quorton had been conquered by the Saiyans. In the past, planets had fallen at their feet, under the treaty of strength the Saiyans imposed.
They would freely give their souls if it meant protection from space pirates, rebel forces and any other enemies that may befall them, as long as they were willing to submit to foreign rule under Vejiita-sei's name and laws.
His gaze shifted as the image changed into another galactic constellation, most probably belonging to the southern quadrant of the universe in his mind's eye.
"This is the Avar galaxy, your highness."
Vegeta nodded to the Saiyan councillor that had spoken. Bora was his name, a trustworthy Saiyan by his father's account and loyal to the throne. The scar-faced councillor stood tall and proud. His lengthy jet black spikes that were tied together at the nape of his neck, bristled as he motioned towards the holographic image.
Vegeta's charcoal eyes flickered with anticipation.
"This particular galaxy contains fifty solar systems, that is four hundred planets in total," Bora continued, "Your father's plan of expanding the Empire was to start here, in Avar. The different planets have many resources, they are rich in fertile land and all are ore laden, which has been foundering on Vejiita-sei since the industrial movement; it would be wise to start here."
"Then we shall do as he wished," Vegeta replied softly. As he closed his eyes for a brief moment, he could barely sense the residual aura of his father's ki warming the room, even three months on after his death.
After ascending the throne, Vegeta hadn't known it would be so difficult to maintain an Empire. He was responsible for billions of people but in turn, Vejiita-sei would prosper greatly. And that was what he wished, to see his father's legacy live on through the Saiyan people.
"However," Bora added, his stern voice cutting through Vegeta's wandering thoughts, "The planets are under the rule of another warrior race, the Torgons of the Tarna solar system; their home planet is Rishan-sei. It could prove difficult to manouver our way into the fold and deal with them, they are a heavily armed race and are in favor with the other systems for their diplomacy."
Vegeta grunted shook his head.
He despised politics.
"If it proves difficult then we shall simply have to purge their planet and make an example of them," he growled, looking around at the nodding heads of the other councillors and advisors of the Royal court, that had been sitting silently around the large table. "What is their fire power? Are they weaklings with weapons or a ki-faring warrior race like ours?"
Bora sat back in his chair, gently massaging the throbbing vein in his temple.
Their new King seemed to be foolhardy and hasty in the months after his father's demise, but he had been taught by the best tutors strategical tutors Vejiita-sei had to offer...
"It seems to be both, your highness," he answered softly, "Their ki-levels are substantial but nothing a second-class or Elite, or even an upper level third-class couldn't handle. They depend and hide mostly behind their weapons, either they are lazy or the are ingenious in their battle tactics; I would not know."
Vegeta snorted, "It is pitiful. They are a warrior race and they hide behind machinery? What a joke!"
A round of agreeing murmurs erupted from the other councillors.
"So be it," he continued balefully, his gaze roaming the faces of the Saiyan councillors, "It has been decided in this court that the sons of Vejiita-sei shall pay a little visit to Rishan-sei in the hopes of an alliance. If they do not submit to our rule, we will take their Empire by force."
Not a word of protest had come from the other councillors and so Vegeta concluded his business was finished. "Bora, you will be in command of leading this treaty and the troops to Rishan-sei," he added as an after thought, "Send word to them of our arrival, but only after you have entered their solar system. We don't want these fuckers getting any ideas," he grinned menacingly at the nodding councillor.
Bora and the rest of the council members stood from their seats, "As you wish, your highness," he said, bowing slowly.
Vegeta rose from his richly coloured, velvet chair and risked a glance towards the sinking sun of Vejiita-sei. All thoughts of Rishan-sei fled from his mind as his eyes danced around the fiery red and purple hue of the sky that was painted above the horizon of rolling valleys.
He had told her he would return at the end of the week... Clearing his throat, he looked at the silent councillors and dismissed them form his presence with a flick of his wrist.
He had more pressing matters to attend to.
----
Vegeta frowned as he tugged at the constrictive chest plate of his armor. He would have to change before he left for the villa in Tegev. He couldn't go to her smelling like one of the rancid beasts that hid in the forests of Vejiita-sei.
As he stormed his way through the wide stone halls of the Imperial palace towards his chambers, he couldn't help but smirk. Tonight would be his night. It was her turn to repay him for their last encounter. With that thought, a gnawing sense of anticipation burned in the lining of his stomach.
The very thought of her sent his blood to boil.
The double doors of his chambers loomed before him as he approached, his bronze-tipped boots making no sound as he approached.
As he reached for the golden hoops to open the doors, they swung inwards of their own accord and revealed... Vejiita-sei's Queen.
The brown-eyed woman bowed before him, her spiked ebony locks falling forward to cover the expression of her face, "My lord," she mumbled.
Her voice was thick, deep and rich, like many of the Saiyan women on Vejiita-sei.
But--but it was not hers. It did not have the same lilt, the same twinkle...
In her posture Vegeta could see the noble blood she was born from as she rose from her bow and moved to the side.
He stalked past her, acknowledging her with a grunt. As his eyes travelled towards the bed at the center of the room, he frowned.
"Where are the freshly washed clothes that were to be laid out for me?" He demanded, turning to face her silent form.
The Queen turned as she closed the patterned, oak doors behind her. She frowned, "I had a servant put them away," she answered in confusion.
Vegeta growled quietly, "I need the, fetch them for me."
The Queen's eyes flickered with an unknown emotion before she bowed and walked silently towards the antique closet on the far side of the room. She returned with his washed clothes and presented them to him, "And where do you expect to be wearing these, your highness?" She murmured gently, looking into his eyes with a sordid determination.
"Do not question me on this Cerna, it is not your place," he replied softly, emphasizing her name in a dangerous manner.
Cerna looked away in defeat, "We have been bound for over three months and only three times have you remained in these chambers. What would you expect of me, my King, if I did a ask few questions regarding your whereabouts," she spat quietly.
Vegeta ignored the blatant lack of respect in her voice and simply asked, "Are you with child yet?"
There was a lengthy pause before she answered.
"Yes," she whispered, taking a deep breath as she fixed her chocolate brown eyes upon his hard ebony stare. She was a Saiyan woman, she would not be intimidated by her stronger counterpart... Not if she wanted to keep her honor and pride intact.
Vegeta nodded sharply, "Then our work is done," he said slowly as he started to strip naked from his armor.
Cerna watched him bitterly, moving to sit at the end of the bed. She absently ran a calloused hand across her lower stomach, "Who is she?" She asked suddenly towards his turned back. She frowned as she saw the hardened muscles of his back tense and coil like tightened springs, ready to snap.
He froze as she asked the question. Quickly pulling the dark blue cotton corded trousers over his hips, he turned to face her, his face masked with hidden rage, "How did you know?" He snarled, thundering towards her like a predator.
She scrambled backwards on the bed as he moved towards her, "I--I could smell her when we mated; she's in every pore, every breath of your body... She is not Saiyan. is she?"
Cerna gasped as he threw her down upon the bed. She grasped the fingers of the hand that came around her throat, tightening with deadly intent.
"I'm warning you for the last time Cerna," he growled into her, pinning her beneath him, "We will not speak of this again, do I make myself clear?" He sneered at her, hissing into her ear as an unsteady rage trickled into the depths of her eyes as she looked up at him; trapped for eternity in this mad King's pursuit.
She nodded and found herself coughing and rubbing her throat as he released her roughly. Her lithe form trembled with barely controlled rage, but she knew it would be fruitless to attack him. His strength was... Godly at best.
No royal Prince of Vejiita-sei had ever been as strong as him at birth... She knew he wouldn't kill her, he needed her. But she couldn't help but feel indignation at the idea that he would continue to bed another woman after they had been bound together as mates. After she was pregnant with the heir of Vejiita-sei.
The rage that had engulfed her receded and she numbly watched him fly out through the large open windows of their chambers, in the burning blaze of his blue aura...
----
Bulma stared at the various velvet pouches she had acquired. They sat quietly at the bottom of her chest of drawers, unopened and disregarded for. She licked her lips slowly, fingering the velvety contours of the small pouches. Nena and her mother had explained everything... Everything about the ship and what it entailed.
It would be her ticket to freedom. Away from this monotonous life, away from jealousy...
Away from him.
----
Vegeta snarled at himself as he flew over the snow peaked mountains. The chill of the air slowly doused the burning temper that had been enflamed within. How could he have been so foolish? He should have known that as his mate, Cerna would be able to smell the scent of another on his body. She was not an idiot...
He clenched his fist, slowly lowering his speed and altitude over the icy peaks.
No matter, he reasoned with himself, what was done could not be undone.
Vegeta closed his eyes, allowing the cool air to stroke his face as he flew between the treacherous mountains. This part of Vejiita-sei was always cold; it soothed him.
"She's in every pore, every breath of your body..."
Cerna's accusing voice echoed through his ears.
He growled, shaking the voice away as he flew towards Tegev, towards his villa...
Towards his Khron.
----
AN: Next chapter will be Bulma's encounter with Vegeta, where she finds out Cerna is pregnant. It's just more incentive for Bulma to leave isn't it? You'll also find out how she plans to leave Vejiita-sei. with the help of Nena and her mother. And keep an eye on the Rishan-sei development, Vegeta has big plans for the Empire and it only fuels fire between himself and Bulma when she learns what he is planning for the Torgon warriors (which you will learn more about in later chapters.
I won't be updating next Sunday as I'm going to Boston, but another chapter will be up the week after that, so until then, take care everybody!
Thank you for your reviews as well, they are wonderfully supportive and I love them!