Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Jigoku ( Chapter 7 )

Author's Note: Sorry for such a short chapter, but it's still a good, and very necessary chapter to the plot line. Bwahaha, I can't wait for some of the chapters ahead! You're gonna freak!

Chapter Seven: Jigoku (Hell)

Trembling, she crawled onto the mattress. It was hard, not soft like she was used to. Sticking to the very edge of the bed, she curled up into a tight, protective ball and laid her head on the flat, hard pillow. Noticing for the first time that she still had things and objects in her soft blue hair, she sat up and began undoing it carefully and very slowly as to postpone whatever was to come.

First came all the numerous diamond and pearl pins, then the small white sparkly leaves that had been hand-painted for her short and unsatisfying wedding. Next came the diamond tiara that the leaves had surrounded, and then finally, the white ribbons studded with even more diamonds. Feeling an immense weight literally lifted off her head, she shook her hair out and laced her fingers through its softness, undoing all the bouncing curls and taking out a few more stray pins still in her hair. Sighing at the lovely feeling, she laid back down on the uncomfortable bed. Nervous about what the man next to her might do, or what he was going to do, she opened her mouth to say something, only if to break the silence. "Vegeta, I-"

Sending a scowl in her direction, he interrupted her. "Don't bother with saying anything. As you know, we are stuck with each other for the rest of our godforsaken lives, and more than likely, it will be hell. I had no wish to marry you, I never would marry you, and I am stuck with your Anausian princess ass forever. Therefore, while either of us is still alive, unfortunately, we had better get going with this goddamn heir business. I do not want any protestations from you, in fact, I just want you to lie still and not make a sound. I do not care if it hurts, you hate it or what, I do not want to hear a complaint. I do not care if you are dying. Do we have this clear?"

Stunned into silence, Bulma did nothing more than nod her head pathetically at her bridegroom's sudden hateful animosity. Why had he seemed so nice earlier? He had even kissed her cheek! He had talked civilly with her at the wedding dinner, and had even danced with her, although it had not been a very memorable experience. They had talked a moment about the palace and its wonders, but that had been the only exciting conversation they had ever really had that had not been considered fighting. Why had she been so naïve, so dumb? She had just assumed that he had wanted to get along with her, and she had actually treated him nice. Nice. What had she gotten herself into now?

Fighting the urge to cry and call for the only person who cared for her on this evil planet, she whimpered as Vegeta yanked her over to the center of the bed, not caring when he ripped part of her sleeve.

Vegeta growled when she started squirming and trying to get away, and he tried to ignore the enormous urge to somehow silence her. She was absolutely ridiculous; no one should have to be stuck marrying someone this young, someone that was not even out of the schoolroom yet.

"Lie still or I will simply rip all your clothes off and make this unpleasant for both of us! I am already sick of your maidenly objections, and it's pissing me off. Just don't move, damn you!"

Stiffening to the point of pain, Bulma did not move a muscle. Afraid that her new husband would actually hit or hurt her, she laid there, fearing for her life. What was he going to do? Was he really going to hurt her?

Realizing unexpectedly when she saw something she had never seen before, she noticed that her husband was nude. Eyes wide as saucers, she let Vegeta manipulate her until she too, was naked. Embarrassed beyond anything in her whole life, she covered herself as best as she could with her hands. He growled once more, something she realized he did when he did not like something she did.

Vegeta frowned. How in the universe was he going to mate with a creature that was only a child? She was barely beginning to develop; this would seem more like rape than mating. The thought made him frown once more as he tried to get himself excited over the prospect of mating with a little girl.

Bulma just lay there after a few silence-filled moments, and when he did not move, she peeked open her eyes to get a look at him. He looked down at her, frowned, looking utterly disgusted, and rolled off her.

"If anyone asks you if we consummated our farce of a relationship, just say yes," Vegeta muttered, pulling on his pants and grabbing up his shirt. With one last look toward the bed and a delicate frown lighting his child-bride's young features, he stalked from the bedroom and slammed the thick wooden door to the prince's royal chambers.

Little did Bulma know that when she woke up late the next morning, she would not see her husband for years to come.

Author's Note: So, Vegeta was the one to run away! But what is Bulma going to do now? Is she just going to live her life as if she isn't married, continue it as if she is, or what? Will she take advantage of being a princess on Vegeta-sei and have the time of her life? Find out next time on The Prince and Princess Diaries!!!