Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Keikoku ken za Kedamono ( Chapter 16 )

Chapter Sixteen: Keikoku ken za Kedamono (Beauty and the Beast)

Vegeta jerked back as if he had been scalded. He had been expecting a poor peasant girl who had loved his mother and was mourning for her, not some beautiful woman...not her....

He had arrived home almost four hours ago, and after finding his planet in ruins, filled with death and sorrow and in complete turmoil, he had immediately went in search for his father.

He had discovered the old man in tattered clothes, covered from head to toe in filth, booze, and food. He had moved away in disgust, and had ordered to know what was going on.

His father had not recognized him. First shouting to the ceilings that he was dead and that his own son was his ghost, Vegeta had frowned deeply. Yes, he looked like his father, but there were several features that were missing that differentiated them. He had no beard, and his father was more heavyset.

Next his father had laughed hysterically, like a madman. He started yelling for the whole world to hear that his son was home and that he finally cared enough to come back. And then he had let the guillotine drop.

"Your mother is dead."

Vegeta knew that somewhere deep inside himself he had known. Almost as if he had been expecting it, but no....

It had seized a hold of his heart and ripped it out. It had stomped on it, killed what little emotion he had left inside himself. It was all gone.

He had felt utter coldness then, and he had not even flinched as his father poured forth the vivid images of his precious mother's death. All the gruesome details, all the blood and gore and suffering. Everything his mother had endured for countless months, trying to survive, trying to last long enough to just see her son one last time....

Vegeta had demanded in a monotone voice where his mother was being kept. After laughing insanely, spewing forth that he would not be able to see her for her body was in such ruin, he told him that she was being kept under lock and key in the royal chapel. Vegeta had walked out on his mad parent as the king of Vegeta-sei ranted that he would be with his wife soon.

He had walked solemnly to the chapel, thoughts of not ever getting to see his mother again running through his mind. His father had said that she was unrecognizable, that her coffin had been nailed shut because of it. He felt so many things...so indescribable all of them.

He had walked through the front doors of the small but soaring church, anticipating being alone for no one but royalty was allowed in there, except on certain occasions.

He had walked in on some woman kneeling in front of his mother's altar, looking dejectedly at all the flowers and candles around the white bejeweled casket. She had dropped her face into her arms and had started crying, something that had bothered him deep inside. However, not knowing who the woman was, he had felt anger fill him to the brim. How dare some peasant girl just come in here without permission?

He had ripped the unsuspecting woman away, only to jerk away at the sight of someone he had not seen in years, but had always been on his mind....

Now he stared at his wife. His wife. She looked horrified to see him, which was something he had not been expecting, but pleased him at the same time. She was so different compared to the scrawny twig that he had last seen, which hit him the hardest. Under her black skirts swathed around her, he could clearly see bountiful breasts, curving hips, a smooth toned body. Glorious blue hair pulled up to the top of her head, with little ringlets curling around her milky shoulders. She was pale and her eyes were watery and red, but it drew no attraction away.

Vegeta was simply struck dumb at the sight of her.

Bulma scrambled up, not believing that her husband was home. He looked so different compared to his eighteen-year-old version. He was slightly taller, his features more filled out and more masculine. His voice was deeper. She did not deny the fact that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

But at the sight of him just standing there, so insolent, so uncaring, she felt rage like she had never felt before. It bubbled inside her, boiled red-hot until all of her control slipped and she finally snapped. He had no excuses, and she was not going to hold back on the cur.

She fisted her hands at her sides, shook with pure anger, and let loose.

"Damn you!! I wish your space ship had crashed and you had died, you bastard! How dare you even be here? It makes me want to slay you, Vegeta. Damn you, you are my husband! You are a horrible, worthless, selfish bastard! You left me for almost four years, ignored your planet and your duties, your family, everything! You did not even tell anyone, you piece of pitiable, wretched rotting filth! Your mother is dead no thanks to you, and you could not even come home to see her one last time!!"

Vegeta stood there, blinking in confusion at her words. This only enraged the princess further. She felt all her pain and fury explode at that moment, and she slapped him as hard as she could. And oh, did it feel good. It felt so good that she wanted to do it again, but she restrained herself at the sight of his head snapping backwards from the force of her hit. Apparently it had been no delicate strike, for she was strong from countless hours of grueling training with her sword. She was now grateful for all the strenuous hours of exercise she had put herself through.

Bulma could see anger gather on his face, but she did not let him speak when he opened his mouth. She was no where near done with him.

"You are lower than a sewer rat with the plague! You are lower than nothing! Your mother suffered for months on end so she could see your worthless face one more time! I hate you…I despise you!!" Bulma was filled with so many agony-filled emotions that she did not know what to say. So she slapped him again. And again. And again. She started hitting him with all her strength, with everything she had. He did not move a muscle, even though she knew she was hurting him. She hit him everywhere she could reach; arms, legs, stomach, face, shoulders. She hit him until she no longer had any strength, and he grabbed her arms to hold her up when her feet went out beneath her. She had tears pouring down her face, useless weak tears that she despised. She glared at him as she felt all her energy drain from her exhausted body, and her world started to blur around her strangely. She tried to fight it and hit him one more time, but her world went black, and she was gone.

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Bulma felt bright light pierce her eyes, and she moaned at the pain. She rolled over, only to encounter the edge of the bed. Her arms flailed as she tried to keep her balance and stay on the bed. It did not work; she felt herself fall, and she waited for the impact of the carpeted floor.

But it never came.

Bulma pried open her eyes, letting them adjust slowly to the situation. Two black eyes gazed deeply into her two blues one, and she immediately attached the two black orbs to her husband.

Vegeta was taken completely off guard as he was suddenly blasted upside his head. Dropping his hissing wife, he grabbed his injured head and stumbled away.

"What the hell, you damn insane woman! How dare you hit me? I just saved your hide and this is how you repay me?!"

Bulma jumped back into her bed and began wrapping mounds of blankets around her. Upon discovering herself in one of her favorite nightgowns, she had wondered wildly who had undressed her. Matching her unclothed state and the presence of her husband, Bulma could only imagine.

Vegeta flinched as she began screeching numerous things at him. He began ducking as she threw things at him that were near her, including a lamp and a pillow. The woman was insane!

"What are you doing in my room?! How dare you watch me thus!" she yelled, her eye catching a glimpse of a chair pulled up to the side of her bed. "You are an evil, sick man! Did you take advantage of me? How am I dressed in my nightgown?! Tell me NOW!"

Vegeta could not believe the hysterical woman and gaped openly at her. After listening to her yell her head off for another minute, Vegeta finally snapped.

"Shut up!!!!"

Bulma felt her mouth close in surprise. She had not been expecting that.

Vegeta growled as he rubbed the side of his head and walked over to her bed. She warily began scooting away, trying to make it look like she was not doing it and that she was not afraid of him. But in truth, she was. She would imagine any man would be mad after a woman whacked them upside the head, yelled at them, and then proceeded to throw dangerous objects at them as well.

Vegeta stared at his wife as he stood at her bedside. He was fed up with his insane, unfortunate wife. He was going to give her a piece of his mind, whether she liked it or not.

"Now listen to me, you stark raving mad woman. I meant you no harm! You fainted yesterday, and I carried you to your room. Your old nanny bitched at me like a mother hen, and ordered me to leave so she could change your clothes. After the old crone was done, she let me back in and ordered me again to watch over you! So you see, I did nothing but make sure you were all right!" he yelled, not knowing what else to say. Ever since he had arrived home he had been yelled at and beaten on. This woman unnerved him in a disturbing way, and although he would not admit it, he sported quite a few bruises from her attack on his person the other day.

Bulma felt confusion well up inside her. She had passed out? She did not remember much except for being in the chapel and mourning for her mother-in-law. Then Vegeta had appeared out of nowhere, surprising her beyond anything she had ever expected. She had planned out in her head before that when he returned, she would act cool and aloof and ignore him until he went insane. But instead she had lost her head and had attacked him. She smiled to herself. She hoped that she whacked him good and that he was in pain still.

She watched her husband stand there, his face red and angry and confused. While she watched him she wondered why she had slept so long, since it was the next day. Maybe she had been so physically and mentally exhausted that her body had passed out from lack of energy and she had slept for so long. That had to be the reason. She did not blame herself for fainting; in fact, she had expected something like that much sooner. She felt her face turn red from embarrassment, for Bulma had not expected to ever faint in her husband's arms, let alone the first day he came back.

She continued to look at him through her thick lashes as she thought. Why had he watched her for so long? Did he gain some sort of sick pleasure from that? Had he touched her or done things to her? The thought made her physically ill. She did not want any man touching her ever. She could not imagine her husband sitting there, watching her with fatherly eyes. For after all, she was not an ugly specimen, and Vegeta was not exactly honorable.

"Bastard," she spat, and then pointed to her door. "Leave, I do not ever want to see you in here again!"

That was the last thing Vegeta had been expecting from her. He had been thinking along the lines of another fight or more things thrown at his head. But this was just as well.

"Good!" he yelled. "I do not want to be next to you anyhow, you hideous wench!"

Bulma flinched as he strode to the door, opened it viciously, and then slammed it behind him. The walls shook, but thankfully nothing decided to fall.

With a sigh she collapsed against her bed and closed her tired eyes. She was so exhausted from all the days of constant crying, of all the mourning and emotional strain. She felt the relaxing feeling of sleep consume her, and she was soon fast asleep, no thanks to her disrupting husband.

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Vegeta paced back and forth angrily. Damn that woman! he thought, cursing. How could he return, only to find that he had the most beautiful woman in existence as his wife? How dare she turn out so lovely and tempting and sensual and so devastatingly wantable....

He cursed, kicked his bedpost, and then cursed again. He was so confused! He had no clue what to do about anything. Everything was such a fucking mess!

First there was Vegeta-sei and the plague. Apparently it had evolved and was now attacking men. He should have been in quarantine like most nobles were, but he had decided against that weakling approach.

Secondly, there was his father. Either he was going through a stage or he was officially mad. Vegeta did not know what to do about him, try as he might. He would have to give it a few more days of thought.

Next, there was the tragic fact that his mother was gone. Just thinking of her and her horrible death made his eyes water, but he fought the tears earnestly. Although he mourned her death, he had no chance to grieve for her fully with all the situations around him. He knew that someday he would get the chance, but until then, he would keep the pain deep inside his heart where no one could see it or reach it.

Finally, there was his wife. How could he hate such a lovely creature? She was everything that he had ever wanted in a woman, if not more. Just thinking of her heaving breasts this morning before he had left her room made him painfully hard. Damn it!

She had abused the hell out of him, and he guessed he deserved it. But she hated him with a passion from hell! Her eyes glowed with fury every time she looked at him, her perfect face distorted with a snarl. Her amazingly developed muscles flexed and bunched at the thought of harming him.

Although he could not understand her strength and variety of attacks on his person, he could understand her venomous tongue. He would never be able to admit it to her, but she had hit some very tender spots with her words.

He sighed as he sat in front of his empty fireplace. It was the first time he had been in his room for almost four years. Looking over at his dark sprawling bed, he pictured himself attempting to take his unwilling fourteen year old wife. He thought with a frown of how scared she had been when he had forced her to disrobe. How she had fought back tears of confusion and fear. All she had wanted was a gentle, caring man to show her what was to happen, to be careful and loving with her. To show her that she did not need to be frightened.

He had done the complete opposite.

Vegeta let his head fall into his hands in frustration, confusion, and sadness. He realized now that leaving like he had done had been the wrong thing to do. He should have been a smart as he was now at age eighteen. He should have wooed his young wife and given her time to adjust. He should have courted her like a true lady and given her the respect she deserved. He should have showered her with gifts and jewels and flowers. He should have been the debonair gentleman to the innocent lady. He should have made her fall in love with him instead of make her hate him with every fiber of her being.

He sat back in the stiff-back chair and sighed. He knew that he needed to make thing better, and that was what he was going to do. All he needed was time.

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Bulma allowed her nanny to dress her as she was readied for the funeral of the queen of Vegeta-sei. Her black skirts and veil looked somber, and that was exactly what she wanted. No happiness, no joy.

She did not know how she was going to control herself. Vegeta was going to be there, and every time she saw him, she wanted to murder him. She wanted to run him through with her sword. She wanted to rip open his face with her nails. Maybe kick him between the legs...really hard.

Nana looked up into the mirror Bulma was sitting in front of and stared. She did not know why, but her charge had a very sadistic, very evil look on her face.

Nana cleared her throat gently. "Bulma, my sweet, what are you thinking about?" she asked carefully.

"Hurting Vegeta."

Nana nodded, completely understanding in her own way. "Good for you, my child. Have you so-called 'hurt' him yet?"

"Oooooh yes."

Nana wanted to laugh, but she held it back. She asked the beauteous princess what she had done to her husband, and received a very detailed explanation of all the bashings he had been awarded by her royal hands. By the time she was finished, Nana was trying not to die from laughing so hard.

"Oh my dear, you are too much!" she cried, laughing some more. "But you must be careful. You do not want to kill the poor boy."

Bulma stilled at her words, surprising herself by saying, "Yes I do."

Nana looked at her with confused eyes as she adjusted Bulma's black veil one last time. "But why, my child? Certainly his crimes are not that horrible?"

Bulma let forth a mean laugh. "You have no idea! First he almost rapes me before he leaves, and then he disappears for almost four years! If that is not enough, what about his mother? He was told how many months before her death that she was ill! Hokora waited so long to see her son one last time, causing herself to suffer in the process. And now she is dead, and she will never get to see him again!" she yelled, standing and walking towards her door. She felt a lump come to her throat and she said the next words. "Even after everything he has done, his worst crime is against my heart. He stole my childhood innocence, and I shall never have it back."

She closed her eyes to fight back tears, and she left her room, closing the door behind her.