Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Queen's Gambit ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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The Queen's Gambit

Chapter 5

Weeks passed, Bulma and Rhiannon lived quietly in their rooms while life at the palace resumed it's normal course.

She had taken to wearing silk night gowns both day and night, the thin straps were far easier to pull down in order to feed her constantly famished young.

Bulma lay back against her plush pillows, nursing her ravenous offspring and thinking over the changes that had happened in the short month since her arrival.

No longer was she kept locked in her rooms, Nappa and Hikono her only companions. She was free to wander the palace gardens with her escorts and the shy yet sweet Sasha who had come to be a part of her everyday life.

Vegeta visited sporadically, mostly to drag her before the king for yet another question and answer session but sometimes he just sat and watched her go about her daily routine.

Sasha sat quietly in the corner working on some sort of outfit for Rhiannon, she was a strange young woman; she spoke to no one except the child and that was mostly in a language that no one had ever heard before.

A knock at the door pulled Bulma from her musing, prompting her to call "Come in." She rose from the bed as her visitor entered and set Rhiannon on her shoulder to burp the child. But when she turned, she found herself facing the Yamcha look-alike from earlier.

Tears welled in her eyes. "No, I can't see you." Her voice was tight with emotion as her tears fought to escape.

"But my lady, I want to thank you for your help that morning three weeks ago," he protested flipping his longish black hair over his left shoulder. "It has taken me this long to gather your whereabouts, please allow me to express my gratitude."

Bulma stared at Dorino: His hair flip was something that Yamcha used to do when he was flirting with her. Her tears broke free.

"Please leave me, I can't see you right now Yam- er Dorino." She sat down hard, tears streaming down her fair cheeks. "Nappa!" she yelled, almost brokenly.

The door opened and Nappa stepped in. "Yes, my lady?"

"Show him out and don't let him come back until I can deal with him," she said, furiously wiping at her tears.

Nappa grasped Dorino by the back of his neck and physically escorted him out, the door clicking softly after he left.

Bulma lay back down against her pillows, curling her child into her chest. "Sasha, please come take Rhiannon," her voice strained and filled with sorrow.

Sasha obediently left her stitching and walked forward, taking the child and cooing at her.

The door opened and Bulma could hear Sasha's footsteps as she took the child out for a stroll, giving Bulma the time she needed to calm herself.

A gentle hand touched her shoulder.

"Nappa please go away, I need to be alone."

"If I were Nappa, I would do so but seeing as how I am not..." he trailed off.

"Hikono!" Bulma cried and turned to face him. "Why? Why does Dorino have to look like my husband?" she sobbed, burying her face in his chest.

Hikono was at a loss as to what to do. He had never had to deal with emotional women before and here now was a beautiful queen sobbing against his chest, begging for comfort. He tentatively placed his hands on her back and rubbed it in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

Bulma's sobs grew in intensity and her whole body shook with her sorrow, Hikono sighed and lifted her into his arms, intent on placing her in her bed and hopefully escaping.

The door smacked hard against the wall as Vegeta strode in. Hikono whirled from his kneeled position over Bulma, dropping back in a defensive crouch, Bulma's face still buried in his chest.

Vegeta's eyes zeroed in on Bulma and her position on the bed, his eyes narrowing as he took in just what was happening.

"So, you saved her life in order to get her into bed," Vegeta growled as he advanced on the couple on the bed. "That is the last mistake you will ever make."

Hikono tried desperately to shake the sobbing Bulma off of him. Giving up, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. A split second after he realized what that undoubtedly looked like, his face exploded in pain.

When next he looked up it was to the sight of his prince holding the now upright queen to his chest and rubbing her silk covered back. "You do not touch what belongs to me," the Ouji growled menacingly. Tightening his grip on Bulma with one hand, only to raise the other, a ball of glowing ki in his palm.

Bulma reached up and grabbed his wrist. "No, Vegeta. He wasn't trying to have me," she said, pulling his hand away from Hikono. "I fell apart and I cried on him, he was only trying to put me in bed so I could sleep," she finished in a whisper.

Vegeta looked down in to her face and sighed. He released her and made to leave. "Sire,"

Hikono began only to be cut off with a glare.

"Don't touch her again," he said quietly and walked out. Bulma stood and raced after him, leaving Hikono to see to himself.

"Vegeta!" she called. She ran to catch him, his fast footsteps making it difficult. "Damn it

Vegeta! Wait a minute!" she yelled. Her bare feet slapped noisily against the stone floor.

He stopped abruptly. "Go away onna," he growled and turned to look at her.

Bulma was running toward him. Inwardly, he enjoyed the natural bounce of her firm full breasts under her black silk night-gown, and the way the silk clung to all the curves and hollows of her delicious body.

"I know why you are protective of me," Bulma said breathlessly as she caught up with him. She hugged him tightly around his middle so that he couldn't run from her again.

Vegeta growled and moved to pull away. "You know nothing."

Bulma sighed and tightened her grip on him. "My mother is a goddess," she whispered.

Vegeta froze and hauled her up to look into her face. "You lie," he growled.

"I would never lie about my parentage!" she screeched indignantly.

Vegeta looked askance at her before letting her fall from his grasp. Turning away he sighed,

"Don't touch me again woman." With that he practically raced from the hallway, leaving her alone.

Bulma hardened her gaze. "I think not prince. You are my fate. You can not escape that easily... and neither can I," she whispered. Forcing all thoughts of her former husband aside, she focused on her future and the fate slotted for her.

"It won't be easy but I might be able to help you." Hikono's voice came from behind her and she jumped in surprise.

"Hikono! Don't do that!" she yelled as she turned to face him. "Wait, what do you mean you might be able to help me? I thought you were upset with me," she snapped her arms akimbo as her hands settled on her spandex covered hips.

It was then that she realized what she was wearing. "Goddess! Vegeta must think me a tramp to run after him in naught but a shift!" She blushed deeply and tried to cover her curves with her tiny hands.

Hikono laughed, "That is less revealing than the official clothing for warriors. It is not indecent. Many women wear clothes similar to that of the men."

Bulma's face went blank. "Women of this world wear clothing that leaves nothing to the imagination of their males? How interesting..... " she said with a smirk that was hauntingly familiar.

Hikono looked at her with a cautious eye. "What are you planning hitori chiisai?"

Bulma looked confused. "What does 'hitori chiisai' mean?"

"It means 'small one' in Saiya-go, now answer me; what are you planning?" he queried in a bored tone.

Bulma smirked again and said, "He finds me attractive, so if I make a point to attract him all will be well."

Hikono snorted and turned to escort her back to her rooms. "The Ouji is not one to be attracted and caught. You will need to entice him and turn him away. Give him a challenge, do not be easily caught and make him work for your attention. That is the only way to attract and keep a Saiyajinn."

Bulma looked up in to Hikono's face. "Sounds as though you have set about catching a mate before." She smiled and wound her arm through his.

Hikono snorted again. "Not at all, I have no wish to be burdened with a grasping mate. The advice I gave you is how all Saiyajinn lure their prospective mates."

Bulma thought for a moment, turning to face her escort at her chamber door. "Then I can not follow it," before she stepped inside. "If I do things according to how they are done here, he will notice and refuse me. But, if I do this the way I caught my husband," her breath caught for a moment before she pressed on, "I will stand a better chance of catching him." She turned again to face him as he shut the door.

"And you caught this 'husband' of yours how?" he asked as he leaned against the door.

Bulma blushed fiercely, "I taunted him by allowing myself another suitor, to give him competition and to make him work for my affections."

Hikono nodded, "Who are you suggesting will have the honor of placing his life in danger in order to help you catch the Ouji?" he asked, looking slyly at Bulma.

"I don't know yet. At first, I was thinking to ask Nappa or Radditz, but I fear they will not back off unless Vegeta orders them to." She sighed and flopped down on her tiny settee.

Hikono smirked devilishly. "What liberties would your secondary have?"

Bulma's eyes shot up to look in to his. "Are you asking me if I will let my secondary suitor sleep with me?" she raged. Her cheeks pinkened in anger and mortification. "Do you take me for a tramp!?"

Hikono held up his hands. "I didn't say that, I merely asked what liberties your secondary would have. You jumped to the conclusion that I wanted sex. I only meant that, when in public, you must be seen doing things together. Walking the gardens, escorting you to dinner, holding your hand," he paused for a moment, "kissing you, and holding you close are things that must be seen by Vegeta as well as others or this will not be believable." His voice dropped to a husky pitch,

"We could practice, so that you don't jump or act startled when we do this in public." With that warning, Hikono strode up to her and pulled her to his chest. "It's just practice..." he trailed off as he brought his lips down to hers.

Bulma closed her eyes and swallowed, knowing that this was the only way to be sure that she wouldn't reveal her hoax in public. His lips were warm and smooth pressed to her own, pleasant and slightly stirring as her husband's kiss had been. When his tongue ran the seam of her lips she gasped in surprise, unwittingly allowing his tongue entrance to the warm cavern of her mouth. His kiss became more demanding, he slanted his lips over her own taking the kiss deeper.

Shocked gasps issued into the room, Hikono and Bulma snapped their heads around to the sound.

Nappa stood in the doorway with Radditz, both bug-eyed as they stared at the scene before them.

Nappa cleared his throat. "Um, sorry. I suppose we should have knocked," he said, his voice almost cracking.

"King Vegeta sent us here to collect you; he wants to interrogate you further," Radditz supplied, regaining his wits. "It seems as if we came at the right time to keep you from being pawed at," he finished with a nasty look directed at Hikono.

Bulma stepped back from Hikono's embrace and patted her hair, "Give me a moment to change my clothes," she said, indicating her black uniform.

Radditz shook his head. "The king has been waiting all day to continue his questioning. The Ouji was supposed to bring you to him earlier, but he locked himself in his training room."

Bulma went white, :What am I going to do now? How am I supposed to get his attention if he's locked himself away?! she thought, twisting her hands in her shirt unconsciously.

"Alright, let's go see the king," she said, happy that she had kept the tremor of worry out of her voice.

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Ok that's it for now, I've got a bit of a block on what to write next but fear not! I shall continue writing and my new years resolution is to have all my fics done by March! So look out I might have a few chapters that get posted rapid-fire. Love ya! JA!!!

UPDATED A/N: Okay, so I changed a few things here. Hope you guys enjoyed. Review for me please, let me know if I should continue re-vamping or if I should leave well enough alone.