Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The monkey king ❯ the monkey king ( Chapter 1 )

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The monkey king - Vegebul fic
Title: The monkey king
Rating: M
Summary: He was banished from his land and could not return. He would not return. But then she showed up and made him reconsider.
A/N: Written for G+ Vegebul community “We’re just Saiyan”. Disney challenge! LEMON WARNING!
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Everything was promised to him. It was his birth right. But it was taken from him with brutal force and treachery. He was abandoned and banished from his land. He was blamed for his father’s death and left to die.
If it weren’t for his comrades, Nappa and Raditz, he’d surely have lost his life. They saved him, nourished him back to health and helped him deal with the guilt and self-loathing. He was only a child, and yet already his shoulders were heavy with burden. Yet those two, made him forget, made him see a life from a different angle and even though he never truly changed and was always somewhat surly. He wasn’t drowning in his dark thoughts.
He didn’t treat them as his friends. Somehow in his mind, he didn’t allow himself acknowledging the truth, that they were his friends.
They would provide him entertainment and distraction needed to keep his dark thoughts at bay. But he’d not accept them as anything more.
And so he spent time with them, watched them fool around in bars and with women. He’d sometimes join in their drinking and enjoyed the earthly pleasures. But as time flew, he found himself more and more annoyed with the two men.
He preferred focusing on his training, spending time in solitude, than participating in their foolishness. He needed that distraction to keep himself from returning to his thoughts and guilt. And since Nappa’s and Raditz’s company no longer worked for him, he turned to the physical rigour of training as his means to steam unnecessary anger.
And it was at that moment in his life, when he was already an adult, that she arrived.
She was his best friend, when they were little. They spent a lot of time together and even despite the fact that she wasn’t a high born or even of his race, he enjoyed her company, even though he’d never admit it. They fought and quarreled, but it only made their friendship more fiery and intense.
Then, when he was only 10, he was banished and had not seen her for 17 years.
She showed up suddenly, out of blue and made a mess in his somewhat steady and organized life.
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Vegeta was sitting in a tavern, surrounded by loud people and his comrades. They just came back from a rather successful mission.
He sipped on his beer slowly and roamed his eyes through the crowd in the dimly lit room; his tail securely wrapped around his waist.
From a corner of his eye he saw Nappa getting up and walking up to the bar, obviously planning on buying more drinks. Vegeta sighed and shook his head and was about to stand up to leave, when annoying screeching reached his sensitive ears. He turned his head prepared to roar his disapproval, when a flash of blue whooshed before his eyes. He froze.
Suddenly Nappa was on his ass on the floor and a rather frail looking young woman was pointing a gun at him. A faint trail of smoke oozing out of the barrel.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow and walked up to the woman. “What the hell is going on here?!” he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the blue haired intruder, his tail slashing angrily behind him.
By this time whole bar was silent and watching them. Vegeta swiped his vision around. “What the fuck are you staring at?!” he barked angrily and most of the people returned back to their activities. Those who kept staring were either too drunk or too suicidal, or both, to care.
Vegeta turned his attention back to the woman in question. “Well?!” he cocked his eyebrow in irritation.
Bulma was stuffing her gun back in the holster as she eyed Vegeta wearily. He seemed familiar. “There is a bounty set on his head, by Lord Frieza.” she spoke nonchalantly.
Vegeta turned his head to look at Nappa who was picking himself up.  “On his head?” he eyed the woman again. “And not mine?”
She blinked her eyes in confusion. “Not that I know of… But… damn you seem familiar…” she walked up to him, standing way too close to his liking. Vegeta crunched his nose and stepped back.
"Haven’t we met before?" she asked leaning closer. Vegeta blushed softly, his tail ceasing any motion. He couldn’t say she was bad to the eye, quite opposite. She was beautiful. Unconsciously, Vegeta breathed in, taking her scent. And then it hit him. Her eyes widened in realisation.
"Vegeta?!"
"Bulma?!"
"Oh God! It’s been ages!" the blue haired woman’s demanour changed completely. Huge grin was plastered on her face. "We thought you were dead!"
"You did?" Vegeta quirked his eyebrow.
"Yeah, Lord Frieza told everyone you died." she shook her head.
"What else did he tell you?" Vegeta asked tightening his arms over his chest and wrapping his tail around his waist protectively.
"It doesn’t matter! You’re alive! You can come back to Vegeta-sei and be a king!" she beamed.
Vegeta felt a sharp pain in his chest, he stepped away from the woman. “I can’t go back.” he spoke sternly.
"Wha? Why?!" Bulma demanded clenching her fists.
"You wouldn’t understand!" he flashed his white teeth, sharply cutting air with his hand.
"But the throne is rightfully yours!" she was desperate for him to understand. "You have no idea what it’s been like under Frieza…" she looked to the side, suddenly ashamed.
Curiousity and concern flashed in his eyes for a moment, before disappearing and rendering his black orbs cold again. “I don’t care, I can’t go back.” he said with finality in his tone and started walking away.
"Fine, but you’re running away!" she yelled after him. Vegeta stopped, but did not turn around. After a moment he resumed his movement and marched out of the bar.
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He was lost to everyone for a week.
It was after this time that Nappa found him in the solitude of mountains. He informed him that Bulma went back to Vegeta-sei, he also repeated the whole story she told him. Everything about her life under Frieza and his tyranny against people of various races, about his subjects’ lost hope that she found to be alive. She hoped this would change Vegeta’s mind.
But none of them knew of the strong feeling of guilt that ate his soul alive. Afterall he was the reason why his father was dead and Vegeta-sei falling in ruin. But somehow, Bulma’s story told by Nappa wormed it’s way to his frozen heart.
Nappa left him after that.
They didn’t hear from Vegeta for another week.
During that time, he was found by Kaio-sama. Despite the fact that Vegeta was a rather stubborn person, he listened to the almighty god. It was visible in his eyes when he came back to his comrades, they had a different light in them.
He was ready.
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He came back to Vegeta -sei. His faithful comrades at his sides. He knew now that he had to take his birthright by force and he was ready. Kaio-sama awakened something deep within him, and made him see beyond his self-loathing and guilt.
He was meant to defeat Frieza and take what was stolen from him. With fire and blood, he will take it. He was his father’s spitting image, he knew he could be a great king as he once was.
The battle was fierce and Frieza fought dirty. He would send his minions to certain death in battle with enraged Saiyans and he’d use Vegeta’s guilt against him.
It was in his moment of weakness that lizard-man showed his strength and pushed Vegeta to his knees. “Well, well, well…” Frieza chirped sensually. “If it doesn’t look similar… My little monkey…” he spoke closely to Vegeta’s ear. “You see… It was me, who killed your father.” A sly smile spreading on disgusting purple lips.
Vegeta’s eyes widened in shock. He spent years blaming himself for death of his parent, when in truth, it was Frieza’s doing. He could feel his rage building up within him. Years of living in lies! Crushed honor and pride! That was it! He had enough!
His hair flashed yellow and his eyes turned teal. Great, sparkling energy surrounded him and Frieza backed away cowering. “N-no… It cannot be!” lizard-man’s eyes were wide with shock and disbelief.
"Oh, it can be…" Vegeta whispered menacingly. The aura of power surrounding him. "This is your end!" he roared powering up.
"N-n-no! Wait!!"
"I have waited too long! Garlic.. Gun!!" Sudden, large laser beam overtook Frieza’s body evapourating it in a manner of seconds. Nothing was left of once cruel tyrant.
Vegeta breathed heavily, he looked around, his land in fire. He could see people fighting. Frieza’s men losing; it seemed that death of their leader took a toll on them. Most of the cowards were already running away. He’d have to find them and kill them. That was his promise, but for now… He fell to his knees. His golden hair turning onyx and his energy leaving him. He saw a flash of blue, before darkness overtook him.
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Vegeta opened his eyes to see a white ceiling. He slowly looked around and his eyes rested on a blue haired woman leaning on a desk next to his bed. He slowly sat up, his body was covered in bandages, but he didn’t feel pain. He started removing them when a soft hand was placed over his.
“You should let them stay a bit longer.” Bulma smiled softly. “They are soaked in healing liquid.”
“Hn.” Vegeta grunted, for some reason he didn’t want to argue with her now.
“You hungry? I bet you’re hungry. You Saiyans are always hungry.” She smiled a bright smile. “Lemme get something for you. Don’t move.” She stood up and started walking out of the room. Vegeta’s eyes lingered on her backside for a longer time than necessary. He quickly turned his head and stared at his hands. If he remembered correctly, they were still engaged…
Bulma was soon back with a tray full of delicious steaming food. “Here, my Prince, or should I say King?” She smirked at Vegeta, who only responded with wide eyes.
“Oh come on!” Bulma placed her hands on her hips. “You’re a King now!” She grinned.
Vegeta chuckled and shook his head. He looked at the woman standing next to his bed. “That I am.” He smirked bringing even wider grin on Bulma’s face.
“Alright, your majesty. It’s time for your supper.” She mocked a bow, earning a rather hard scowl from her prince. She ignored it and waved goodbye.
Vegeta was left alone with his food and thoughts.
His impatient nature didn’t allow him to stay in his room for longer than necessary. He finished his meal and tear off the bandages. His wounds were no longer fresh; only bruises and scars left to remind him of his battle. He dressed in his suit and walked out of the room.
Soon enough he was greeted with his comrades and long lost subjects.
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Days passed. He spent them preparing for the coronation and working on mending the harm that Frieza has conducted on his land and people.
He found himself more fulfilled than he has even been. This was what he had been born to do.
During this time, his interactions with Bulma grew frequent and fierce. They would argue and then ignore each other. Then argue again and ignore some more. Both too stubborn and hot headed to admit one’s defeat.
“You can just feel the sexual tension…” Raditz told Nappa one day, after one spectacular fight their soon-to-be-King and Bulma performed.
Nappa only chuckled and nodded.
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Bulma was strolling down the corridor, she was angry. This morning she had a rather loud and fiery fight with Vegeta and she was in no mood for any more bullshit. But it seems she still had to deal with the grumpy prince.
She entered the throne room. “You called for me, your majesty?” She hissed as she marched up to Vegeta who was overlooking the rearranging of the hall for coronation.
“Yes, I need you to prepare royal armour for me.” He said without looking at the huffing woman.
Bulma blinked in confusion. “Excuse me? I’m not your armourer, find someone else!”
Vegeta looked at her from the corner of his eye, his eyebrows furrowing. He grabbed her hand and pulled her roughly to the hidden room behind the throne. Vegeta released her not so lightly making her stumble and hit the wall. “Ah, Vegeta, what the hell!” She yelled.
“Woman!” He roared. “I had enough of your disobedience and disrespect! You will treat me accordingly to my status!” He balled his hands trying to contain his anger.
“Well, my prince of asses, I’m not your slave! I’m not even your subject!” Bulma looked with equal anger into Vegeta’s eyes. Blue fire shone in her orbs and it made something stir in Vegeta’s stomach. He crunched his nose and sneered at Bulma, trying to cover his sudden feeling.
Bulma huffed. “What? No more witty remarks?” She crossed her arms over her chest, her prominent bust pushed up with the movement. Vegeta’s eyes suddenly shot downwards, taking in the shapely mounds. “Ha! I knew it! Prince of all Sai-!” she was cut short, when Vegeta’s lips descended upon hers, crushing and almost suffocating her. To her utter shock she responded with equal hunger and passion.
They soon started undressing quickly, their lips still locked. Their kisses sloppy and wet. They breathed roughly through their noses.
Vegeta grabbed Bulma’s ass and lifted her up. She quickly wrapped her thighs around his hips.
Vegeta broke the kiss and moved down caressing her jaw and neck, nibbling and licking soft skin. “Oh God… It’s been too long!” She whispered breathlessly, her fingers diving in Vegeta’s unruly mane. His tail wrapping itself around Bulam’s legs, holding her close to him. He gripped his thick shaft and stroked it a couple of times, before caressing his tip over Bulma’s entrance.
“Agh… Fuck me already!” Bulma breathed and rested her head on the wall. Vegeta just chuckled, but obliged. He had thrust roughly, sheathing himself to the hilt. Bulma moaned loudly and Vegeta groaned in pleasure. He rested his forehead on Bulma’s shoulder and started moving in and out in steady rhythm. Their pants and moans filled the room. His hands dug in Bulma’s round butt and she cupped his face, pulling him for another mind blowing kiss. She was feeling so hot, sweat forming on her skin. She could feel the pleasure building up in her. She knew she was close. “Oh, fuck… Harder! Ah!” She breathed and Vegeta groaned building up the speed.  Bulma’s whole body rocked with Vegeta’s rough thrusts. Her back arched and she moaned loudly. Orgasm washing over her, tensing her muscles, curling her toes. She gripped harder on Vegeta’s shoulders and let the feeling of absolute bliss overtake her.
Vegeta grunted when he felt Bulma’s muscles flexing around him. He groaned and with final few thrusts he spent himself deep inside her. He shuddered with pleasure and his cock throbbed within Bulma’s warmth.
They both panted and rested in each other’s arms before finally Vegeta retreated himself. Bulma lowered her feet to the ground and tried standing, but her legs felt weak and she had to use wall as a support.
Vegeta quickly dressed up and stood staring at the floor. Bulma put on her clothing and sighed. “Well, I guess I will see you later.” She said and turned to leave, uncertain what to make of it all, when Vegeta grabbed her hand and pulled her in for another passionate kiss. “You’re mine.” He rasped and Bulma chuckled. “Aren’t you a romantic?” She smiled, but added in a moment. “I’m yours.” Vegeta smirked and released her.
“Remember about the royal armour.”
Bulma rolled her eyes and went outside waving her hand.
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Soon the day of Vegeta’s coronation arrived. The ceremony was huge and pompous. Vegeta held himself high and almost almighty, but who would have blamed him? After years of exile he was finally back home and retrieving what was rightfully his.
Not a week passed and a royal wedding took place, along with crowning of Vegeta-sei’s new queen – Bulma.
Around 9 months later a heir to the throne was born marking a new era of planet’s future.