Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Kaisai ( Chapter 26 )

Chapter Twenty Six: Kaisai (Joy)

Waking up to see such a beautiful creature curled up in his arms was an astonishing experience. To see her gentle eyes closed, her face completely relaxed, her hair tousled and her breath fanning across his chest, was almost too much to for him to take.

Vegeta, the prince of Vegeta-sei, knew with all his being that this was the woman that he would love for the rest of his life.

Love was a foreign emotion, one that he had only ever felt with his mother. Even then it was not true love, for it was between a parent and child. He had grown up with his mother by his side, aiding him and taking care of him. His father had discouraged the emotion, which was contradictory on his part, for Vegeta knew deep down that his father had felt something for his mother.

He stroked his wife's incredible hair. It was longer than he had thought it was. It was everywhere, across her pillow, his pillow, all over him and all over her. He smiled at the thought of her having to brush out all the knots and tangles when she woke up.

He sighed when he suddenly thought about life. He wished that so many things were different. However, he was neither foolish nor fanciful enough to wish for his parents or his health back. It would never happen.

He looked away, and then glanced back down at his wife's hand coiled around his side. The ring he had gotten her glistened in the morning light. The blue stone surrounded by the small diamonds was incredibly attractive, especially with his wife's coloring. Looking at it suddenly reminded him that he had never given her the second present he had planned for her. Just thinking about it made him flinch, for it seemed like years had passed since he had planned to give it to her. It was odd how it was only about two days.

He wondered if he should wake her. He knew that he would make her so happy by giving her the present, but he was hesitant to disturb her peaceful, innocent sleep.

It was almost as if she heard his thoughts. Her eyes opened slowly and stared at him, and then blinked sleepily, as if she was shocked he was there, but then she remembered why he was. A big, drowsy smile appeared on her face, and then she yawned and stretched in his arms like a cat a moment before she curled back into them and buried her face into his chest for warmth.

He chuckled when he felt her breathe in deeply, and then shove her nose deeper into the muscles of his chest. He stroked her soft hair, and she made a tired, adorable noise that told him she wanted more sleep.

"Mmm...you smell so good." She squirmed a moment and then paused. "Go back to bed, Vegeta."

He smiled against her fragrant hair. "I apologize, my princess. I could not help but watch you sleep. I did not mean to wake you."

She pulled out of his arms and pressed a kiss upon his lips. Only a second later he deepened it, and she giggled and pulled her mouth away, knowing then that she would not get more rest. She stroked his arm with her fingertips and smiled evilly.

"Why are you so excited, my prince?" she said in a sultry tone, rubbing her thigh against his growing arousal. She laughed when his face turned pink and his eyes widened, and then she kissed his cheek. "Aww, you are so charming sometimes. Did I embarrass you?" she said, her tone lowering and her face flushing at her own boldness. She could not seem to help herself when it came to touching Vegeta.

His face darkened even more. "No...I just was not expecting you to be so brazen." He smirked and stroked her own flushed cheek. "You are an unexpected delight," he said huskily. He did not say that he knew they would have many endless hours of enjoyable pleasure awaiting him in the future. But for now, he knew that he would have to let her heal, even if it was for a few more hours.

She kissed him again and rubbed herself against his warm body, evoking a very predictable response. "Mmm...well, I must admit that you are quite yummy yourself...." She began pressing her lips against his chest and neck, and he closed his eyes at how much it turned him on having a woman kiss his neck. He had always thought that a man did that to a woman, but he supposed that if he was responding this way with just a few gullible kisses, that he was wrong.

Bulma smiled against his sleep warm skin and moved down, licking the area around his nipple with the tip of her tongue. He sucked in his breath, and she glanced up to see if she had done something wrong. The amazed look on his face only made her confidence soar, and she went back down to her treat and took a hold of it with her teeth.

His back almost arched off the bed as she bit down gently, and he gasped at the sharp sensation that shot down to his groin. His hands fisted in the sheets beside him, and she giggled as she moved to the other one and did the same. He groaned loudly, and then she flicked his nipple with her tongue a couple times before she moved downward, kissing all of the sculpted muscles of his stomach. She felt them contract under her ministrations, and she could not help but smile as she slipped underneath the blankets and was hidden from view.

Vegeta felt his body stiffen as she disappeared under the blankets. Nervous anticipation filled him, and he wondered wildly what she was going to do. He could feel her lips trailing kisses all over his torso and thighs, and it was driving him mad. In his whole life he had never experienced a woman that would take pleasure and give pleasure back. Sure there had been women that had done things to him, but not the way his wife was. Just a few simple kisses had him hard as a rock, and damn, he was almost painfully hard now. He knew what he wanted her to do, but he doubted that she knew how to do it, or even knew that she could.

She suddenly appeared from underneath the blankets, perched above his thigh. He thought it comical that his manhood was standing attention right next to her cheek, but she seemed unfazed by it.

"Is there anyway that I can...do what you did to me last night...but different?"

Vegeta felt his throat constrict. For a moment he could not speak, and he wondered at it as he pulled his wife back into his arms and kissed her madly. Her hand landed tenderly on his cheek, and he gentled his kiss into a deeper, more loving one. He'd had plans on not doing anything with her to let her heal, but apparently she had other ideas.

He pulled away from the lush haven of her mouth and kissed the tip of her nose. His hands roamed underneath the blankets, one finding her bottom and the other her hip.

He was just starting to kiss her neck and listen to her moan softly in his ear, when there was a knock on the door. His hands and mouth stilled, and he turned his head and glared at the door. Who the hell would disturb him this early in the morning?

There was another knock, and then the door opened a tiny crack, allowing a small feminine voice to be heard. "Your highness? Are you awake?"

Vegeta pondered not saying anything, and then decided against it when his wife buried her face in his neck to hide her embarrassment. He yanked the blankets over them immediately, for he imagined that she would not enjoy it too well if someone were to walk in on them. He bent his knees to make a tent just for precautionary measures. His wife giggled at the new position.

"Yes, I am awake, now leave me alone. I do not wish to be disturbed."

Bulma wanted to laugh at how harsh his voice sounded. She would not want to be that servant.

The door suddenly flung wide open. Bulma, who had turned her head and was peeking at the door above Vegeta's chest, gasped in dismay and buried her head back into her husband's neck. She heard a feral growl emanate from Vegeta's throat, and feared for the servant.

"Oh, P-Prince V-V-Vegeta...I d-did not know you were preoccupied with...with, one of the palace maids. I just came in to c-check your v-vital signs and give you your m-medicine."

Bulma gasped in outrage at the woman calling her a palace maid and lifted her head to glare at the nurse standing in the doorway. The girl, whom Bulma recognized from the science labs, turned a bright red and fluttered her hands to cover her face.

"Oh...Princess Bulma! I had no idea that it was you with his highness. Oh dear, I am so sorry. Please forgive me." She curtsied several times, and finally she left, closing the door loudly behind her.

Bulma wanted to die from humiliation. She had previously thought that everyone in the palace was trained well enough to know not to just waltz into a room with making sure there was someone in there, and whether or not they wanted to be disturbed. She had obviously thought wrong.

Vegeta stroked her back and kissed her shoulder. "It is alright, my princess. She meant no harm." He was surprised to hear himself so calm, when inside he was seething at the thought of someone walking in on him like that. Not only that, but that the nurse had thought that he had been with a servant girl. The thought almost made him shudder, because he did not want to think about the scandals, rumors, and gossip that would have spread if his wife had not shown her face. It happened all the time, and he was thankful that he had always been smart enough not to associate himself with anyone from the palace, just in case they were caught. But one good thing about having a wife was that you could get caught, and not get in trouble.

Bulma laughed pathetically. "I suppose that she was given orders to wake you and to give you medicine whether or not you wanted it. It is your health, Vegeta, and the palace doctors are not going to play around with your life." She was also probably shocked because this is the first time anyone has seen Vegeta and I in some sort of intimate situation. Oh great, I wonder what kind of things people are going to be saying!

He nodded, sighing when he noticed his ardor was quite dead. He imagined that it was a good thing, that way he would not be tempted to touch her for a while longer. He did not want to hurt his wife anymore than he had last night, and doing something now would chafe her and make her even more sore, whether or not she knew that she was.

He sat up and brought her with him. Her back was propped up against his knees, so he could support her and she would not fall backwards. She giggled at the feeling of being nestled between his legs and chest, and then cooed in his ear and played with his hair. He smiled at all the affection she was showing him, unbelieving that she would be so playful with him.

Bulma placed tiny little kisses all over his ear and cheek, and then squeaked when he tossed her a good two feet in the air and then caught her. She was amazed that they were suddenly standing, and that he was holding her in his arms. She blinked a few times, and then kicked her legs in excitement.

"How did you do that! That was so scary, but fun at the same time," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck when he carried her towards his bathing room. She smiled in anticipation, for she had never seen it before. She imagined that it would be beautiful. She also imagined that she was in store for something very, very entertaining....

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Bulma adjusted the delicate diamond necklace around her throat and then patted her hair and flicked a few curling strands out of her glowing face. She was wearing a riding dress that was a dull shade of black, and the sleeves were a shade lighter, almost a gray. The neckline was almost daringly low, but she wanted her husband to have something to look forward to once the night came. If the interlude in his bathing room had meant anything, then she knew she had something to anticipate for later that night.

She smiled at herself in her large mirror, amazed at how she looked. She looked positively radiant, even in the horrid color of black, and she swore to herself that she had never looked so good in her life.

Nana fluttered behind her as she searched for the perfect hairpiece. She did not know if she wanted her princess to wear a tiara, diamond hairpins, or what. She knew that if she were to wear a tiara, it would have to be small and delicate, because if it were any bigger, one would ask about the occasion. Royalty did not just wear crowns or tiaras for no reason.

The aging woman grinned when she found some diamond pins with some sort of purple gem. It would go perfect with the type of dress her lady was wearing.

Bulma sat patiently as her old nanny stuck the pins in strategic places in her hair so as to draw attention. Almost as an after thought, the older woman picked up a bottle of perfume and made her stand. After spraying her wrists, throat, and ankles, Bulma took the bottle, grinned wickedly, and put a few drops in her cleavage. Her old nanny cocked an eyebrow, and then just smiled and shook her head as she handed her mistress her black riding hat, her cloak, and her gloves.

The princess quickly placed her wide-brimmed hat upon her head and pinned it in place so it would not move. Her old nanny helped put on her black, velvet lined cloak, and Bulma thanked her as she pulled on her gloves, and then left shortly thereafter.

Bulma nearly danced out of her room, and then came to a startled stop when she nearly plowed over her husband. She almost gasped at the sight of him in stark black, the only thing relieving the sight was a light shade of gray at his wrists and the different shade of his black riding boots. An odd smirk formed on his face, and his black cloak swished behind him as he lifted his hand. Bulma smiled brightly and took it.

Bulma suddenly felt nervousness fill her as they made their way out of the palace. Vegeta had told her that he had something to show her in the stables when they had been bathing that morning, and now she wondered what it could possibly be. She chewed her bottom lip incessantly, wondering what in the world it could be. Was he just bringing her to Ucukusii's burial?

He said not a word on their way outside. It almost petrified her, for she wanted to avoid the thought of Ucukusii with every ounce of power she had. It was still a painful twinge in her heart, it always would be, but she was not ready to say goodbye to her beloved friend.

Her husband held open the door to the stable for her and she stepped in with her head down. She let her eyes drift across all of the stalls, noticing briefly that most of them were empty. The king and queen's horses were still in their stalls, watching them as they stood nearby. Bulma felt another twinge of pain at the sight of the lonely creatures. They were probably wondering where their owners were.

She felt the pressure of Vegeta's hand on the small of her back, pressing her forward. She looked at him nervously, but allowed him to steer her towards the open doors clear down at the end of the stables.

Vegeta only stopped when a stable boy caught sight of him. The boy ran over, and the two whispered conspiring words together before the boy broke away and ran to the wide open doors.

Vegeta looked down at his stunning wife and saw that she was almost a sickly pale. Her delicate, but strong hand was lightly touching her cheek, as if she was thinking and did not know what was going on. He felt an odd pang in his gut at the thought of ever hurting his wife, and then shoved it down with anger when he realized that he already had so many years before. He promised himself that he would never intentionally hurt her again.

He took hold of the hand on her cheek and the one by her side. He held them together with his own, and forced her to look at him with the serious expression on his face. Every countenance on her body shouted her nervousness, and he squeezed her fingers to tell her everything would be fine. She started worrying her lower lip, a habit he noticed she did when she was anxious or uneasy, and sought to soothe her frazzled nerves.

"Bulma, I want you to know that I planned to show you this a few days ago, when I gave you this ring," he said, twisting the piece of jewelry with his finger underneath her riding gloves. Her face bloomed with color, but it was not from embarrassment, it was from happiness. Was she expecting another present? Well, she would get one.

He stroked her cheek. "I tried my hardest to make this work, and it might take a while, but he will be fine."

She blinked with confusion, and then, in what seemed like slow motion, she turned her head towards the open doors at the end of the stables.

Vegeta did not take his eyes off his wife as five stable boys helped a limping horse down the sandy corridor very slowly, one leading it by the reins, and the four others walking beside it to help it just in case it stumbled.

A primitive cast ran up most of the stallion's right front leg, but Vegeta could tell that Bulma did not notice. Her eyes seemed to be locked on the small white patch on the horse's nose, and Vegeta realized something was wrong when her face turned bright red with anger.

She turned on him, her hands fisted at her side. "How dare you try to substitute Ucukusii with your stupid warhorse! Warui will never compare to my Ucukusii, no matter how hard you try! I know you think that you can pass off your horse because he looked so much like mine, but I am not stupid! How could you do this to me, Vegeta? Do you understand how much this just hurt me? Ucukusii will never be replaced, no matter how hard you try!"

Tears streamed down her face, and Vegeta stood there, struck into dumb silence. What-? How in the-? Where did she-?

Bulma covered her face with her hands and cried. She could not believe that Vegeta would try to pass off Warui as her horse. She knew that the two looked startlingly the same, but he was not the same as Ucukusii. She almost felt betrayal, betrayal that Vegeta did not seem to understand what it was like to lose something so close to you, only to have it replaced almost immediately after to get rid of the pain. It was like losing a beloved pet, and having your parent go buy you another one the next day. Oh, how she just wanted to-

"Your highness, we have tried our best with Ucukusii, and I think he will heal just fine. His highness had a special horse doctor come in from another planet, and he fixed him right up. He might be in cast for a while, but...I think you will be pleased with the results."

Bulma stilled and slowly lifted her head. First she looked at Vegeta, who looked slightly disconcerted, and then looked at the stable boy who had addressed her. She looked at him stupidly, as if she could not believe him, and then looked at the horse standing on three legs beside him.

She did not want to believe it. How could she? She knew better than anyone that a horse could not heal from that kind of break and survive, or at least have a life like it did previously. Even with all of Anausia-sei and Vegeta-sei's technology, both of them combined would not have been able to heal her horse.

But standing in front of her, was Ucukusii. Her Ucukusii. She did not know how, or even why, but it was really him. She felt her eyes fill with renewed tears, and she swung her arms around her horse's neck and bawled onto his soft fur.

Vegeta knew then that not putting her horse down had been the right thing to do. He watched his wife cry happy tears and pet and kiss her horse hundreds of times in the next hour, and he nearly had to pry her away from the joyful horse so they could have a small lunch. He promised her that they would be back right after they were done eating, and she looked up at him with most adoring, besotted eyes that he had ever seen.

He just wished that he would see that look in her eyes later, when they had to bury his parents...and even worse...when he was taken away from her.