Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Queen's Gambit ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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The Queen's Gambit

by: Vegeta's Mate

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Chapter 4

The rooms Bulma had been given were nice, a bit dark but nice. Dark blue was the theme of the room, with gold accents here and there along the velvet covered walls. The floor it was covered with deep blue almost black carpet that was so plush that when she walked over it, seemed to caress her feet in a loving embrace. There were three rooms attached to the bedroom, a small kitchen (that Bulma had no idea how to work), a lavish bathing chamber, also done in royal blue, that sported a large bathing tub the likes of which Bulma had never seen, and a small receiving room with a dainty settee, a short table set in front of the settee, and three small chairs all of which were upholstered in rich blue velvet. There were small windows set high in the walls in every room, allowing light and sound but nothing else.

Bulma almost wished she could see what was happening in the outside world but decided, after hearing the animal grunts and roars, that she was better off in this set of rooms than out there.

For eight days Bulma wandered from room to room, alternately pacing with her precious bundle and talking to herself to keep from going stir crazy. She was nearing the breaking point and collapsed to the floor of the sitting room, sobbing her sorrow to the only one she could.

"Mother! Why did this happen?" she whispered, tears slipping over her delicate cheeks, "I have done as you commanded and married one who was worthy of my station, bore a child in your image and it was not enough to save my doomed planet. Why Mother?"

A bright golden light flashed in the room, and when Bulma looked up her mother and father were standing with their arms stretched out towards her.

Bulma rushed into the arms of her parents and sobbed her grief, the hole that was her heart pouring out the pain and sorrow until she felt empty.

Her mother looked down on her weeping child and sighed, "Bulma, my daughter, my heart, I weep for you in your time of grief, but know this your destiny was not on Aquarnia, your destiny lies here." the woman said, her golden hair shimmering in it's own light and her blue eyes awash in sympathy for her broken offspring.

Bulma looked up into her mothers face in confusion, then looked at her father. "Papa, why is this my destiny? I was content on Aquarnia, I had more than I had ever dreamed of having, and now I heavenly myself and Rhiannon." she finished and moved to kneel at her father's feet.

"Daughter, you shame me by asking to know your destiny's reason. We control not that which has to do with destiny, or it's reasons. My daughter, you will follow your calling and be who you were meant to be on the very hour of your birth." her father sighed, his jet eyes closing in compassion that was rarely expressed.

Bulma stood and grasped her father around the waist in a crushing hug, enjoying the feel of his soft black tail as it brushed away the last of her tears. "I love you papa, I will make you proud." she vowed.

"Alas daughter, our time to visit is past and your host is approaching." her mother said, "Forget not our words, find the strength to follow your destiny for the treasures you will reap can never be surpassed. We love you Bulma."

"As I love you my goddess and consort, I will try to follow your advice and fulfill my destiny." Bulma answered as her parents vanished in a golden flash.

The door burst open and in stalked Prince Vegeta, stone expression plastered on his face; followed closely by a petite young girl. The girl looked to be no more than fourteen yet she had the musculature of a young man, her face was graced by an indulgent smile.

"I heard voices, onna. Who is in here?" he demanded, walking from room to room searching for someone he wouldn't find.

"No one is here." she answered.

Vegeta snorted in disbelief and continued to search. When he turned up nothing he went back into the sitting room where Bulma had waited patiently. "Come, we have business with the king."

"What of Rhiannon?" Bulma asked nodding toward the closed bedroom door.

Vegeta frowned and motioned for the girl to come over, "This is Sasha, she works in the birthing room. She will care for the brat" at his nod the young girl, Sasha, wandered in to the bedroom and closed the door.

When Bulma looked unsure Vegeta sighed and grabbed her wrist to pull her with him when an electric bolt shot up his arm the moment her touched her. "What the ... Onna, what was that?" he growled pulling her closer and staring down into her lovely face.

Bulma gasped at his proximity and tried to back away but he was having none of it and pulled her to fall against his chest. "Answer me, onna. What was that?" he demanded, his face mere inches from her own.

Bulma looked away, the feel of a male body against her own after so long was shocking and caused her to wish for something she didn't want. Bulma bit her lip and turned back to face him,

"My personal energy keeps unwanted people away. I don't know how you are even able to stand touching me with the electrical current that I put off." she said softly, flicking her tongue out to wet her lips; a nervous habit.

He pushed away from her and presented her with his back. Turning his head to peer over his shoulder at her he frowned, "Let's go, onna. We have business with the king." and strode out of the room.

Bulma nodded to herself and followed after him slowly, fearful of what might happen during her meeting with the king.

Walking out the door Bulma ran right into Vegeta, who was waiting just outside, and would have fallen if not for his steadying hand on her hips.

She blushed fiercely and made to step back, but his hands held her still. She looked up into his handsome face and was surprised by the lust simmering just beneath the surface. "Do your kind not respect the bonds of commitment to one another?" she asked, her face growing warmer. 'I can't believe I said that!'

With a growl he released her, "Of course we do onna! Do you take us for barbarians?"

"No," she answered, "I just supposed that since the last week was spent mating that you were mated, and I was a little shocked by the way you held me and by the look of lust in your eyes." she whispered.

Vegeta threw his head back and laughed, a cruel and rough sound, but pleasing in an odd way.

"I do not partake of the chiriakch. I am destined to mate a goddess in the flesh, and since none seem available I will never mate."

Bulma paled at Vegeta's words and jerked out of his grasp, stumbling back.

With a snort he turned and stalked down the hallway, expecting her to follow.

His words echoed in Bulma's mind, 'I am destined to mate a goddess in the flesh, and since none seem available I will never mate.' The implications of that unguarded response, coupled with the words of her mother and father, made a shiver of shock chase down her spine.

Bulma followed behind the rapidly moving prince, lost in her own thoughts. It wasn't until she looked up that she noticed she was in a part of the palace she hadn't been to before - and

Vegeta was nowhere in sight! She noticed, belatedly, that there were men surrounding her in the hall with lust shining in their eyes.

She took a shaky step back, planning to return to her room, but was stopped by the feel of a large, deeply muscled chest at her back. Whirling and dropping into a defensive crouch, she growled challengingly at the one who blocked her escape.

The Saiyajinn laughed, "Look what we've got here, gents! A little girl is challenging us." He looked down on her smaller form and smirked, assured of an easy victory over this tiny woman.

"Let's see what she's got hiding under this concealing gown, what do you think, gents?"

A roar of approval went up at his statement and the men moved in closer to get a better look.

Bulma tightened her stance and looked over her opponents. The largest of the men was the one who'd blocked her. His jet hair pin wheeled out from his head, a dangerous glint sparkling in his eyes. Six others spread out to circle her.

Bulma smirked and launched her first attack. A right jab caught the large one, who was forced back in surprise. The others leapt as one, but Bulma dodged and blocked, giving ground and backing into the large one again. One of the smaller ones dove forward to drive his fist into her gut, but ended up hitting the large one in the groin.

The small man's eyes went wide, "Hikono! I'm sorry!" The small man stumbled over himself in an attempt to get away, his comrades falling back in shock.

The one called Hikono advanced on the smaller man, bent on destroying the one who had felled him in such a dishonorable way. "I do not allow mercy to one who would fight dishonorably,

Dorino," Hikono growled as he advanced.

Dorino cringed, waiting for the blast that would end his life. Several moments went by and when death did not take him he looked up.

Bulma stood over Dorino in a protective stance, "He is not to be harmed - you have dishonored yourself by initiating this fight. I am a smaller being not of your planet, under the protection of the Crown, and I am a woman. Yet you still felt the need to force your ill intentions on one so much weaker than yourself. Tell me, Hikono. Where is your honor?" Bulma sneered, enjoying the look of utter hatred that mottled his features.

Hikono grit his teeth, unable to harm her for fear of loosing more honor in the presence of his

squad. "My apologies, lady. My men have just returned from a rather long mission and were in need of sport. You looked like a tasty treat, pity you opened your mouth" he growled and stalked down the hall with his squad, minus one member.

Turning to face the fallen man, Bulma was shocked by the hauntingly familiar face of a young boy, not quite past his first beard. He resembled her husband so closely that the terrible ache which had dogged her since she witnessed his death came back, its renewed force sending her to her knees.

"Y-Yam-ch-cha?" she stuttered before promptly passing out.

When next she woke, Vegeta was standing over her with a deep frown etched into his face.

"What the hell happened?" he growled.

Bulma sat up and rubbed her head. "I was following you and got lost," she said softly.

Vegeta looked at her incredulously. "That was obvious, I was asking why you were found passed out in the middle of the lowest level of the palace surrounded by men who were attempting to strip you."

Bulma's eyes went wide, "Strip me?" Disgust washed over her features, "D-did they....?"

"No. Hikono, one of the first class fighters and his squad, got there before anything went too far. As a reward for protecting you, he will take over being your honor guard. In light of what has happened, Nappa will be your personal guard." Vegeta answered.

Bulma nodded and sighed in relief. "Thank you."

Vegeta snorted and stalked from the room.

Tossing back the brocade blanket, Bulma rose from bed and stalked to the door. "Nappa!" she bellowed, only to stop short when she realized he was standing right outside her door. "Er… sorry, Nappa, could you get Hikono and send him in to see me please?" she amended.

Nappa nodded with a googly-eyed expression and walked down the hall.

Bulma watched him until he was out of sight and, with a sigh, went back in to her rooms to make herself presentable. She sat down at the ornately carved dark wooden vanity table and began to tame her wild blue locks.

Finally getting her unruly hair under control, she went to the wardrobe sitting next to the door and rummaged through it. Pushing aside the evening gowns that the king made available to her, she found a pair of black pants and a black shirt. Curious, she pulled them out and, after stripping out of her ruined gown, pulled on the surprisingly tight clothes.

It felt decadent to be so unrestricted. The clothes, though tight, didn't hinder her movements.

They gave her more freedom, bringing attention by molding to every inch of her body, displaying it to her best advantage. The only downside that she could find was that there was no place for her tail to hide, with a sigh she tucked it under her shirt to curl around her torso. 'Maybe no one will notice...'

Before she could change into something more decent, Nappa returned with Hikono in tow.

After letting Hikono in and dismissing Nappa, Bulma sat down at her desk and looked at the uneasy Hikono.

"So you rescued me, did you? Tell me, did you set the other band of would-be rapists on me so you would look good in front of Vegeta?" she demanded, her anger showing in her flashing eyes.

Hikono growled, "No, I have more honor than...." he paused. "I was trying to redeem myself for my earlier actions. If I had known that this would be the response I would receive for saving you from the most brutal squad in the lower levels, I would have left you there to be abused." With that, he stalked to the door.

"Wait," she called softly, rising from her chair. "I apologize for my harsh accusation. It was wrong of me to be so forceful. I was unsure as to what had happened - and I wanted to know if you had any honor. As you do, I am honored to have you as my honor guard," she said, inclining her head towards him.

Hikono stopped but did not turn. "You have forgiven my uncouth behavior?" he asked, his bewildered expression hidden by his turned back.

"Do you see any reason not to? You saved me from that band of brigands and you didn't let your 'unhappiness' with me get in the way of doing the right thing hmm… Friends?" she offered, extending her hand.

Hikono snorted and continued out of the room. "O... k, maybe next time," she said dejectedly and walked over to her bed. Lying down, she thought over the situation with Hikono, considering ways to make friends with him.

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