Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Queen's Gambit ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

The Queen's Gambit

 

by: Vegeta's Mate

 

A/N: :squeals and laughs: YAY! I got some great reviews! Thanks to Vampiress-06, onnimo, and to Princess Bulma(again!)

 

UPDATED A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and e-mailed for the last chapters, much was changed here.

 

Disclaimer: If I owned it...well I'd be one happy mo'fo! :":dies laughing:":

 

Chapter 3

 

The woman is starring again.

 

We have been on my ship en-rout to Vegeta-sai for 7 days and she will not take her eyes from me. Typically when a woman, who is as beautiful as this one is, gives me this much attention I smile mockingly at her and she usually ends up in my bed by the end of the night. But this woman....she irritates me! Her stare is unbelieving yet worshipful at the same time.

 

I believe that she is afraid to look away from me in fear that her "God" will abandon her. How surprised she will be when she meets my father, and how relieved I will be.

 

Radditz and Nappa try to get her to tell them the story about her god, yet she refuses, she looks at and gestures to me "Ask him." she says.

 

Damned idiot woman.

 

Although I will never admit it aloud I will, for once, happy once our journey is over. Perhaps my father will be able to get the woman rank because she will not tell Nappa or Radditz. I would ask her myself....but I do not feel like having the baka woman prostrate herself again.

 

Don't get me wrong, seeing her on her knees before me is highly.....enjoyable. But something about this woman tells me she is not supposed to bow to anyone; the way she moves, the way she gestures, her mannerisms...they all speak of breeding and authority.

 

On our first day out she went to Radditz and asked him to show her to the privy and to have some servants bring her a bathing tub and to prepare her bath, that was amusing. He looked at her as though she were speaking some sort of fucked up dialect, and to him I suppose she was,

Nappa ended up stepping in and showing her what she needed.

 

Nappa and the woman seem to get along somewhat, she asks in that sweet voice of hers and Nappa delivers. I believe he is infatuated with her, something I will have to put a stop to once we reach home, it is dishonorable to have a Saiyajinn warrior trailing after a weak baka woman like a lost cub in need of a mother.

 

I wonder what happened to her mate, during the night she cries out in her sleep for a 'Yamcha'. I know she had a mate for her clothes reeked of a musty flowery smell that was unlike the woman's own sent.

 

She spends most of her days standing on the deck of the ship, starring over the brilliant scattering of stars that illuminated the cold void of space. I have often wondered just what she was thinking, not that she or anyone else will ever pry that bit of knowledge from my skull.

 

Nappa had assured her that 'space' was limitless when she asked where the end of 'all that blackness' was. From all appearances she believed him. Wonder and some other emotion always flit over her face before being hidden behind that cool mask she wears for all to see. She and I are similar on many levels; neither of us speak much, we are both wary of others and we are both extremely attractive....well she is not disgusting to look at I suppose.

 

It is late and I have decided to take the night watch, nothing ever happens it is just routine.

 

Boredom is making me tired and if not for the soft swish of air I wouldn't have seen the woman step on to the deck and look around. She is dressed in her torn and rumpled gown, refusing the garments we all have offered her in favor of the thin pale green night shift we 'rescued her in.

Going against my own morals I send out a thin thread of mental connection just to read her surface thoughts.

 

'Yamcha would have enjoyed this' she thought, agony threading through her thoughts. 'Has it truly been two months since your arms held me, love? Somehow it feels like an eternity. The ache of missing you has begun to affect my mind, earlier today I caught myself talking to you. I suppose that since I knew you so well I actually 'heard' you answer me. Never in my life have I been so afraid that I was losing my mind.' I have never felt more disgust for myself as I did while reading her private thoughts.

 

She looked around as if to make sure she was still alone, "Show me what I wish to see" she commanded.

 

The viewing window darkened and a gray mist began to swirl at it's center. An image of Yamcha filled the screen, he looked to be taking a nap. A rosy flush colored Yamcha's cheeks, giving him a healthy and vital glow.

 

"That is your mate?"

 

Bulma spun around releasing the image to face me, "It is," she answered softly, gritting her teeth.

A faint twinge of pain rung through the wispy mental connection, I cut off my connection to her quickly.

 

"Hn." was my response as I lifted a shoulder and strode from the room.

 

oooooooooooooooooo

 

Four months went by since Vegeta intruded on my nightly visit to my husband, I did not return after that night.

 

Rhiannon is growing by leaps and bounds, her once light blue tuft of hair is darker and getting slightly longer. She still doesn't look like a girl to the men on this ship, but she does to me. I have the advantage of being her mother after all.

 

I had asked Nappa, such a sweet man, when Vegeta's birth celebration day was and found that it was only a few days hence

 

Now Nappa and Radditz stood at the door to my bedchamber with twin looks of confusion plastered on their faces. Neither having seen a traditional Aquarian birth wreath, their confusion was understandable.

 

Nappa shifted his hold on the baby he was holding for me, "My lady, are you certain that the prince knows what you are doing?" He asked, being the first to regain his wits.

 

"Of course. He told me that I could do as I pleased, and it pleases me to do this small thing for his birth celebration. Since we will be away from his home planet for many more months to come, especially, and he will miss the celebration at home."

 

Radditz looked at me with a look that was a mix of sadness and chagrin, "We do not celebrate the day of birth on Vegeta-sei, we only celebrate the deaths of warriors."

 

Shock and confusion clouded my eyes, "Why? Isn't life more important than death?"

 

Nappa answered when Radditz seemed at a loss, "Death is more important only if you were a powerful warrior and died a good death. Life is only important to those who are weak."

 

Tears clouded my eyes further. "And what of my husband? Was his death more important than what he could do in life? Was it more important for him to die than to live and protect his family? ANSWER ME DAMNIT!" my chest heaved in both anger and grief, crystalline tears spilling from my eyes.

 

Nappa and Radditz looked at each other for a brief moment. "Lady, we can not answer. Our culture differs from yours so death and life is looked upon differently..." Nappa handed me

Rhiannon and boh of my 'guards' took their leave of me.

 

We have finally made it to our destination.

 

The landing procedure has begun and Rhiannon has been strapped in for her safety. I glance in the Vegeta's direction to find him looking at me with some un-namable emotion reflecting in his eyes.

 

He looks away, "You will speak to the king once we can get an audience with him, you will tell him the story behind your 'God', and you will tell him what your title was on your planet." He says roughly, he is such an ass when he talks to me that way but I doubt it can be helped.

 

I have kept my gaze on him even though he looked away and I nods slightly.

 

oooooooooo

 

The ship begins to shake slightly as we enter the atmosphere, from the corner of my eye I see her grip the arms of her chair tightly; her delicate looking fingers going white under the strain and her eyes are scrunched shut.

 

Nappa and Radditz are occupied in front of the control screen, they do not see me reach across the small distance separating my chair from the woman's. The woman's eyes snap open as my hand touches hers, I was about to retract my hand at her jumpy actions when she latched onto my hand and pulled it to rest against the soft smooth skin of her face. I felt my own eyes widen at this and I turned to face her fully. I watched in fascination as she lowered her silky lips to brush against my un-gloved knuckle, a tremor of electricity shot down my spine at the contact and I had to physically restrain myself from doing something I would later regret.

 

I nodded at her and pulled my hand away as soon as the ship landed, I stood and made my way out o the cockpit without another glance in her direction. I was halfway to the palace by the time Radditz, Nappa and the woman had made their way out of the ship.

 

Upon reaching the palace I made arrangements for the woman to have a room near to mine, made an appointment to see the king later in the day and have a meal to be brought to the woman in her room when she made it to the palace.

 

oooooooo

 

Bulma looked around in awe at the grandeur of the palace. The outside of the palace was constructed of stone like most, yet it was made of dark stone seemingly inset into the mountain it was perched upon. The inside was even more gorgeous. Deep red carpets with gold edging

stretched as far as the eye could see, the stone walls had been covered and made to look smooth by applying plaster and painted with warm honey gold hues, there were expensive paintings that lined every wall, and men were stationed at every door way.

 

Nappa and Radditz led Bulma down the corridor in silence, allowing her to look around and get her bearings before she had to meet with the king.

 

In the midst of her awe she was conscious of her lack of calm regarding the forthcoming meeting with King Vegeta. A cold trickle of dread tripped down her spine, the closer to the throne room they got the deeper the discomfort settled into her gut.

 

At the end of the hall was a set of large double doors, a carving of a great battle depicting large ape like creatures wreaking havoc on a village.

 

As the trio approached, guards moved to block the door.

 

"State your business." one asked in a bored tone, his staff crossed with the other guard's to bar the entrance.

 

Nappa answered the man, "By order of the Prince, we are to meet with the king and discuss what to do with our hostage and her brat."

 

Bulma snapped her eyes to Nappa's back and clenched her jaw to keep her tongue behind her teeth. 'A hostage?! BRAT?! Just wait until I speak with the king!' she thought angrily.

 

The guards stepped back and allowed them entrance to the throne room, Bulma following

behind Nappa and Radditz as they strode in and knelt before the bored looking king.

 

Bulma stayed standing and kept her eyes on the floor at her feet, Nappa reached back and attempted to pull her down to kneel beside him, she shrugged him off.

 

"So this is the onna that worships my son as a god." came an authoritative voice, Bulma hadn't heard him move yet she could see his feet as he circled her.

 

"Yes, sire." Nappa answered, "She refuses to tell anyone her name and rank."

 

Bulma could see the king's feet as they stopped before of her, his gloved hand reached out and lifted her chin forcing her to look at him.

 

She gasped, the king looked almost exactly like his son! He was a bit taller with reddish brown

hair and a goatee but other than these small differences he looked like an exact copy of Vegeta consort to Goddess Rhiannon!

 

Bulma tried to kneel at his feet but he held her on her feet with a strong hand on her arm.

 

"Who are you, onna?" the king's deep voice rumbled.

 

She kept her eyes on his and answered, "Queen Bulma of Aquarnia, daughter of Queen Seika and King Akira."

 

The king's eyes widened in shock, "You are the queen of Aquarnia?!"

 

Bulma nodded, "Were it still there, yes I would be." her voice held a note of sorrow.

 

The king's gaze narrowed, "That is not possible, you look nothing like an Aquarniajinn. They are a tall people with dark coloring and an impressive ki, you can not be what you claim." the king turned with a snap of his cape. "Take her to genetic testing, I would know of her true origins."

 

"No, she is who she claims to be." came a voice that was slightly familiar to Bulma.

 

Nappa and Radditz, who had stood and grasped either of her arms to do the king's bidding, released her and turned to look at the new comer.

 

Vegeta no Ouji stalked forward, "Onna, tell him of your god." he commanded as he stepped closer, motioning for Nappa and Radditz to leave.

 

Nappa and Radditz bowed and made their way, regretfully, out of the throne room.

 

Bulma knelt at the prince's feet and began to speak, "Vegeta, consort to Goddess Rhiannon came to our world bent on destruction, only to find our people in the midst of an epic war. He watched the battle, becoming bored he chose the side that was taking the most damage and plunged into battle. We are fortunate that he destroyed the massive army that was attacking us or we would have perished." she paused to gather her wits, "Goddess Rhiannon appeared before him and rewarded him with eternal life as her Consort, for saving her chosen people." she stopped there, hoping that this would be enough of an explanation.

 

"Continue, Onna." the prince commanded, stepping around her kneeling form.

 

Bulma sighed, and kept her tongue behind her teeth, refusing to say another word even as the prince lifted her up to face him. "Finish the story, onna."

 

"I can't." she answered, "I am not permitted."

 

"And why is that?" the king asked this question, resuming his position on the throne.

 

Bulma looked again at her feet. "It is forbidden to speak of such matters with one's captor, as

 

Nappa was so happy to tell the guards, and being a hostage I withhold the right to keep my secrets to myself." she answered raising her eyes to regard the king and prince with rage lurking in her cornflower gaze.

 

The king looked at Vegeta, "Lock her up and keep her from sight. Make sure she is in a room with a complex code." he said cryptically.

 

Bulma looked at the king, her rage bleeding away in favor of horror. "No!" she cried, "Do not lock me away!"

 

The king smirked, "So, you wish to be forced into a mating that you do not want?"

 

Vegeta's eyes snapped to the king, "Father, what are you saying?" his voice gruff with confusion.

 

The blood drained from Bulma's face as the king answered, "In two night's time we are going to have dual moons, the chiriakch, this is the time we take mates. We will be brainless barbarians in search of a desirable mate, you, my lady, would be a very 'tasty' treat and I fear you would awaken in a week mated and pregnant. I feel sure you do not wish for this to occur so you will be locked away, but it will be for your own safety." the king finished with a feral smirk.

 

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Ok, that's it for this chapter. . Review and let me know if you liked it or hated it. Sorry again for the long delay! JA!

 

UPDATED A/N: Yeah, I know this was much longer than the original chapter 3 was, but this whole fic will be drasticlly shortened due to the fact that I am splicing together chapters to make my posts more enjoyable. Hope you like the changes!

 

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