Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Nikusimi ( Chapter 11 )

Author's Note: Yay! New, nice, long chappie! 15 pages to be exact, as compared to the 6 or 7 page ones I've been putting out. I hope you enjoy, because there is some serious development in this chapter!!! Enjoy, and please review! PS: Don't hate me for putting Yamcha in here, I hate him too!!!

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Chapter Eleven: Nikusimi (Hate)

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Planet of Glenstock

City of Tarkan

One year later

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He smirked at the steaming pile of flesh at his feet. "Never say such things about me again," he sneered, and then spat upon the being twitching beside him. "Well, on second thought, I don't think you ever will."

Nappa flinched as his prince took hold of the alien's head and sliced his throat clean across with a nice flick of his sword. After wiping his blade off on what was left of the alien's clothes, Vegeta sheathed his sword in his scabbard and walked away through the burning city as if nothing had ever happened. Nappa caught the look on the prince's face that was never mistaken: a look of pure pleasure. A look that told him that death was what the prince lived for. A look that told him he would rather plunder and pillage and kill than go home. Go home to his family. Go home to his wife.

Nappa shook his head and gave one last look to the dead being next to him before he started back towards where they were based. They had landed on this planet several days ago, and had planned on restocking and then leaving immediately to the planet of Flenstock. However, they had encountered some problems when Prince Vegeta had been checking the supplies and the calculations had been incorrect. He had been patient, but the people inhabiting the planet had not been. Immediately they had said that the Saiya-jins were lying and they were just trying to suck what they could out of the planet and then leave. Prince Vegeta had snorted in the King's face, literally, and then told him to do something that was not too appropriate. The king had been outraged, and Prince Vegeta had thought it all fun and games. It was a good thing that the people of Glenstock, the neighbors of Flenstock, were totally outclassed and outnumbered by three to one.

Vegeta had quite simply walked out of their pathetic excuse of a palace and ordered it burned to the ground. The city garrison was instantly raised, but they were quickly devastated and the town was burned to the ground in only a few hours. The king, who had been the steaming carcass they had left behind, had told Vegeta that he was nothing but a heathen, doing nothing but destroying and taking what he could, leaving the planet in total ruin, and not caring. He had also said something in a low voice that had apparently disturbed his prince, for Vegeta had attacked him with power and menace Nappa had not seen in years. Not since they had left Vegeta-sei and his new princess....

He remembered that day very vividly. He had been one of the elite soldiers stationed undercover as a guard in the Royal suites. Under no circumstances were they allowed to let anyone in the area unless they were royalty or personal servants. The reason: Prince Vegeta and his bride Princess Bulma were to consummate their marriage under no pretense. That meant, that if they did not consummate their relationship and their families were not sealed forever because of some mishap, someone was going to be in big trouble.

So, when he had seen his prince storm out of his bedchamber wearing nothing but a shirt, carrying his pants and a robe flapping about him, he had known instantly that something was wrong. He had followed Prince Vegeta, and that was where it all began.

"Fuck my goddamn parents! I cannot believe they forced me to marry nothing but a goddamn chit not even out of the schoolroom! You should have seen the precious look on her child's face when I disrobed. She acted as if she had never seen a naked man before! It was ludicrous; no one should ever have to experience this! How did they expect me to fuck a little girl?! She looks like she is five!!!"

He had followed him to the barracks outside of the palace, where he had listened to him attire in his battle uniform. He had heard him muttering and cursing and throwing things that pissed him off, but he had not said anything. He had just let the younger man talk.

"Damn it! What is wrong with this fucked up universe! I cannot stand it anymore, Nappa! This is just too much. I can only take so much before I go insane and need to kill something. I have not felt so violent in my life. Either I leave now or you find me something to kill! What do you say? Why not just kill everything! Save me the fucking misery of ever having to come back here and having to deal with that hideous, ugly, disgusting alien child bitch that I'm married to!!"

Nappa shook his head, thinking about it as he stepped on board the Saiya-jin ship that had been almost everywhere in the Southern Quadrant of the universe in the past three and a half years. He wondered briefly as the door shut behind him if they would ever return home, and what he would have to do to convince his prince if he was reluctant to do so.

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Vegeta-sei

City of Versai

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"Look at you. You are the most beautiful woman on the planet. Are you ready for your eighteenth birthday celebration, my love?"

Bulma blushed and smiled shyly as she gave him her hand and curtsied. "Thank you, my lord Yamcha. You make me blush with your over-emphasized compliments on my so-called beauty."

He shook his head as her maids adjusted her lovely crimson gown and he stood by watching with interest. It was accented with a black sash at her tiny waist that fell down to the floor in a wispy train, along with delicately embroidered roses at the hem of her dress and at the square neckline, where her bosom was nearly overflowing. He quickly looked away from that temptation and excused her maids whenever she was done.

"Shall I spin for you, my lord?" she asked, an excited smile lighting up her young face. He nodded, watching the flowing dress spin around her as she turned around several times so he could get a better view. Since she was eighteen and married, she had discarded certain things about her dresses that permitted only maidenly modesty. The hem was now raised to her ankles for certain occasions, and she was allowed to have her neckline nearly to her waist, as long as nothing inappropriate was seen. She'd had so much fun shopping and being measured for her new wardrobe that it was a wonder if she had not worn every dress on the first day just to see what it was like to be, as she called it, "naughty". She had told Chichi that she enjoyed the admiring looks from men of all ages, considering her husband was not there to give them to her.

Ah, Vegeta. What a joke. If her husband was ever mentioned, everyone laughed as if he was just a funny memory. She knew that he was still alive, for he checked in with his father every once and a while just to tell him he was still alive. She had been walking down one of the halls to find her mother-in-law, and she had overheard a conversation that the king and his son were having on one of the overhead screens that they communicated on. It had been so odd, for when she had heard his voice, so changed, she had felt a strange flutter low in her stomach. She had just ignored it, continued walking, and forgot about it. She hated him anyhow.

Yamcha smiled and took Bulma's hand. "Be still, my love, and let me have a little look at you." She nodded and stood completely still for his inspection.

It was more than just a little look as he started from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes. Her hair was piled high on top of her head, tendrils curling about her face and laying seductively across her bare white shoulders. A small silver crown was nestled in amongst the glorious blue locks, adding a luster to her shining hair that wasn't even necessary, but made her all the more beautiful. Her gown was tight across her chest, pushing her bosom nearly out of the dress. It created an irresistible vision that invited one to look, but not touch. His fingers twitched, for they yearned for just a small caress of her beautiful, creamy skin.

Bulma did not notice his wolfish look as he continued inspecting her. His eyes moved over her tiny waist to the flowing gown that went past her legs all the way down to her ankles and to her black slippered feet. He blinked when he was done, as if he was dazed, and she laughed and smacked him lightly on his arm. He just shook his head again.

"Bulma my dear, I have something for you. Now, I must tell you," he added with a wiggle of his brows that made her giggle, "that I had to sell my most prized stallion, one of my smaller estates, some of my valuable possessions, and my mother. But yes, it was all worth it."

She watched as he pulled out a long black box from his coat, and opened it. She was suddenly struck dumb as he pulled out a necklace that was totally encrusted in small, sparkling diamonds. She could not say a word as he moved behind her and pulled it around her neck, fastening it quickly and letting it settle about her throat. He pushed her towards the full-length mirror standing a few feet away, and she touched it with the tips of her fingers, almost as if she was afraid of it.

It was a type of necklace that she had never seen before. It was almost like a choker, with three strands of tiny diamonds wrapped around her throat, but there was a forth strand that fell away from the other three and lay across her chest with a teardrop diamond resting right above the rise of her breasts.

Yamcha nearly fell over as she turned around and jumped on him, squeezing him as hard as she could and thanking him deliriously. "Oh, Yamcha! I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me. I will never be able to thank you enough. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, thank you. Thank you so much." She kissed his cheek and moved away, going back to her mirror to stare at it in admiration.

Yamcha stood there dazed as he lifted his hand to touch the cheek that she had pressed just the lightest of kisses upon. Then, out of nowhere, a fierce look overcame his face. She is too beautiful and precious and innocent to be treated thus by her husband. She is a wonderful person, too wonderful for the likes of the ruthless Prince Vegeta. He does not deserve this gorgeous creature, no one does. Not even me. I just wish there were something I could do to make her the happiest woman in the universe. I just wish....

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Southern Quadrant of the Universe

On the ship of Prince Vegeta

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"Prince Vegeta."

He looked over his shoulder from the captain's chair he was sitting in on the command deck of the ship. "Yes, Nappa?"

Nappa strode across the floor to where his prince was sitting-or more like slouching-and cleared his throat to deliver an important message. This had to be done perfectly, or everything could be ruined.

"Sir...I have just received a message from your father. It appears that your mother is rather ill and-"

Prince Vegeta stood up, slapping his royal blue clock behind him. "What do you mean my mother is ill? That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. She has never been ill in her life. Leave me be and do not bother me with false accusations."

Nappa bowed, saying, "Your highness, it might be a good decision to head towards Vegeta-sei. It will take weeks to finish the trip and-"

"Shut up, you ugly baka. I do not want to hear it anymore. My mother is not ill, nor is my father, nor my great grandmother's niece's uncle twice removed and added on!! Now shut up and get out of my face," he growled, plopping back down in the chair he had previously vacated.

Nappa nodded and bowed once more, giving one more glance to his prince before he left the command deck. It had all gone wrong, and now he had to think of a better plan to convince his prince to go back home.

Vegeta snorted as his first in command left. And then he sighed, for in the back of his mind was just the slightest thought, that maybe, just maybe...his mother really was ill.

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Vegeta-sei

City of Versai

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Bulma stood next to her mother-in-law, her hand lying lightly on her shoulder so Hokora knew that she was there at all times. She had been standing here 90% of the time of her eighteenth birthday celebration, for she was only allowed to dance with certain men, and only one man had dared to ask the king for permission to dance with her. Yamcha had not been that man.

She sighed with disconcertion. Where was Yamcha? He had promised to dance with her until her feet were ready to fall off. But he was missing. Where could he be?

She looked across the enormous ballroom floor when she heard an extra amount of noise coming from the right hand side. The people parted, allowing a certain dashing and debonair lord to move across the floor with a hurried stride. He was a half and hour late, and she was going to make sure he understood what he had done.

Not noticing the stubborn look on the young woman's face, Yamcha quickly bowed to the king and queen, asked how they were, and stepped off to the side to converse with their daughter-in-law.

"My dear, I-"

"How dare you!" she said fiercely under her breath. "Do you not understand how important this night is? How embarrassed I was, and am, just standing here all by myself, not one man to dance with? You promised me that you would be here and you would dance the night away with me. I do not think that I shall ever forgive you. This is completely and utterly-"

"Your highness, you must forgive me. You see, I had a summons from my mother. It appears that she is very ill. The doctors have no idea what is wrong, and I had to fight over the decision of leaving you or going to her. I could not leave you as thus, for I could not stand to break your loving heart more than it already has been."

Bulma's hand fluttered to her chest in surprise. She blinked back a sudden onslaught of tears, and placed her hand on her friend's shoulder. "My lord, surely you should have left. You could have sent me a missive or something. Your mother being ill is in nothing compared to my eighteenth birthday celebration."

He shook his head. "She is very important to me, but so are you, my princess. I promised you I would be here to dance the night away with you, and I will. The only thing that I ask of you is to allow me to leave after midnight, for this party will last hours beyond that. Is that alright...Bulma?"

She glanced at Hokora and Vegeta, her mother- and father-in-law. She nodded, placing her hand in his as he quickly asked permission to dance the princess's feet off. The queen smiled, and the king grunted. They both took that as a yes.

Bulma whirled around in Yamcha's arms, feeling the utter delight of dancing with perfect ease and trust. She knew she could trust him not to let her fall or falter, and she just followed his every move with easy grace. She became lost in his sparkling eyes, everyone and everything becoming a blur around them. She held onto him tightly when he dipped her low, and she giggled when he lifted her back up, giving her the sensation of floating for just the barest of a second. He was a marvelous dancer, such a wonderful man. Why was he not married?

She had always wondered that, but had never had enough guts to ask him. She did not want to offend him or hurt his feelings if it was for a bad reason. She just wished sometimes that-

A sudden piercing scream tore through her thoughts. The music came to a halt, and silence erupted around them. Both her and her dance partner jerked towards the sound, and found the queen slumped in her chair, her eyes closed and her face a deathly pale. Several of her ladies-in-waiting ran precariously over to her, pushing even the king out of the way. The roar that King Vegeta gave scared everyone to their very toes, and the women immediately moved out of the way. He lifted his wife up so gently, so lovingly, that Bulma felt a slight twinge in her stomach at seeing it. What it must be like to be loved so dearly....

Barking orders left and right, the king of Vegeta-sei ordered the palace cleared and doctors summoned to his royal suite that he shared with his beautiful wife. People were instantly herded out almost as if they were animals, and for just the briefest second, Bulma caught the look on the king's face.

It did not look good.

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Author's Note: So...what's going here?!?!! You'll never know until the next chapter! So what do you think is going to happen? Tell me! I just wanna know what you think!!! Hopefully I will have the next chapter out soon, because I'm kinda at a bad point and I'm not wording it correctly. Lets just say I'm not pleased with the way the next chapter is turning out and I'm going to go insane with it!! Sorry everyone, I'm trying my hardest!!!!!!