Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Their Union ❯ Chapter 6

A/N

I understand that some of you are confused on where I am going with this story. I have a great idea I am just trying to work my way up to it. If you have any specific questions, email me at BbyChick@AOL.com or ask in the reviews. Thanks.

Anyway, On with the story!

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"(Gasp)" `Where am I ? … And why does my head hurt so much ?' wondered Bulma as she placed a quivering hand against her pounding skull. She had woken up in a strange bed. It was very comfortable. It had black and red sheets and was a canopy. She looked around and noticed the scenery. The walls were a light shade or red and all the furniture was black (except for the mirror). The carpeting was red. The windows were covered in sheer, black, silk curtains. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Bulma pretended to be asleep. The figure sat down next to her on the bed as if watching her.

"You're home." He all but whispered. "You'll never have to return to that heartless saiyin. He was softly stroking her aqua blue curls as he admired her. He did like her body but that isn't the only reason he loved her. He liked her fiery spirit, charisma, confidence, and out spoken attitude. He didn't know why but he felt different around her. He felt almost…kind. It was unusual for him but he enjoyed it none the less.

Just then, Cornelia (Bulma's new personal maid), came walking through the door. She wore a plain plaid dress that fell to her ankles. She had her hair in a tight bun behind her hair. She was about 50 years old and had blond-gray hair to go along with her emerald green eyes.

"Sir. Would you like me to wake her up now?" she asked timidly.

He didn't answer but instead turned back to Bulma. He shook her slightly and was pleased when her eyes opened slowly. She was a great actress.

"Where am I?" she asked startled.

"You're new home."

"This is not my new home. Do you know who I am? I am Bulma Marie Briefs of Capsule Corporation. I demand to be returned home this instant." She declared.

"I…I…can't. I've waited too long to lose you now. You'll get used to it... and me. I love you Bulma and you will stay with me."

Bulma was rendered speechless at his burst of affection. At first sight, he didn't seem like the emotional type. He was almost as built as Vegeta and was slightly taller than her. He had coal-black eyes and black hair to match. He wore a black robe with a red tie-around. He seemed…mean. He worked as a demon under-lord. His master, The king of Vegetasai (I told you the king was in here. Just give me time).

"I must go. Cornelia, attend to her every whim. She must be happy here. She will be happy here." With that said, he turned and exited the room.

Cornelia crept over to the closet to select and outfit for the future Queen (although Bulma didn't know it yet). She pulled out a thigh-long black dress with a very low-neck line. She also pulled out a pair of black, 3-inch Minolo Blonachs (yes. They have taste in fashion as well).

"Where am I ?" asked Bulma as she grabbed the clothing from Cornelia.

"We are in Lusciousai"

"Lusciousai? How can this place be luscious?"

"The master never used to be like this. It all started when y… never mind."

"Just tell me."

"I mustn't. I can't" She then turned and left Bulma to ponder her thoughts.

After she had dressed, she laid quietly on her bed. She really missed her friends and family but most of all, she missed Vegeta. She figured she just wanted someone to argue with.

`Knock'

"Enter"

Luke slowly entered and stood by the door. "I was wondering if you were ready to attend the royal dinner?"

"Royal dinner?"

"Yes. You are to meet master Vegeta."

"What?"

Ignoring her, he walked over to where she was now standing and linked arms with hers. "Just act cool."

As soon as they entered Bulma felt a heated gaze on her. She turned to see the man of her dreams (Vegeta's dad. Not her ideal man). Suddenly, she felt as if she couldn't breathe. She gasped for air and in a second's notice, she passed out. Luke caught her.

"Bulma?"

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