Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Uncertain Future ❯ Saiyan Statue Tradition ( Chapter 7 )

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Thanks to all the people who wrote me nice reviews! I would also like to remind some reviewers that this is an alternate universe story, which means it will not be accurate with timelines or ages. I made it all up, and that is that. Now for the story…

Uncertain Future, Chapter 7: Saiyan Statue Tradition

Bulma was excited. More than excited. She was super excited times 5! The ship would be touching down on Vegetasei in a few hours. The blue haired beauty was having troubles containing herself, she felt as if she were going to explode. Cleaning and counting hadn't worked to ease her agitation, so now she was pacing. Just then, a knock was heard on her door. She walked over, glad of the distraction, and opened it to see Kishin standing in the doorway.

"Hey, what's up?" Bulma asked. She hadn't been expecting a visit from the female warrior today.

"I just came to help you get ready, and to give you this." Kishin replied, handing Bulma a bundle of fabric. Bulma let it droop down; discovering it was a dress. "Put it on."

"Another 'uniform' I suppose?"

"Sorta, this is just what most housemates wear. The femininity of a housmate is supposed to be emphasized, so you will be wearing dresses from now on." Bulma frowned, she liked dresses and skirts, but she also liked pants and shorts too. "You only have to wear dresses in public. It depends on King Vegeta whether or not you can wear pants in his quarters." Bulma nodded, and went behind her dressing screen to change. "Do you have any questions?"

"Yeah, tons, but not much to do with housemate duties. I had to sit through a boring 3 hour tutorial from everything from proper manners to how to please the King in bed…" Bulma replied, blushing. That part of the lecture had been extremely detailed, and she felt a heat forming between her legs just thinking of the King like that, yet dreading any sexual contact. "What I was wondering about were those statues in the testing room. I figured out that each one is sculpted by a previous King, but what about Vegeta's? I saw a big golden statue in the middle of the room, but I didn't get a chance to look at it. Is it King Vegeta's?"

"Well, all the statues on this ship are replicas of the original statues, which are kept in a special room of the Palace. The large golden statue you saw was probably Vegeta's, but I've never seen it so I don't know what it is."

Bulma cursed under her breath. She didn't know why, but ever since the day she was tested, she had been trying to figure out what King Vegeta had sculpted. It was like some strange force was drawing her to the piece of art, Kami knows how many lost hours of sleep had been spent trying to solve the mystery that was Vegeta. She yearned to know his thoughts, to enter his mind and unlock his deepest secrets, his hidden dreams and fantasies. The man was an enigma, a puzzle with half the pieces missing.

Thought robbed of her virginity by a creature she did not want, she was frightened of all males who crossed her path. Even nice soldiers like Reemer and Keront caused her to shy away, and draw into herself. Vegeta, however, was different. After seeing him only twice, the sexual attraction was overwhelming, and this terrified her. The thought of becoming a common whore revolted her, yet she knew that she would be helpless if the King should want her. She knew she would not fight, that she would surrender and go to him willingly. She knew this after two meetings with him, yes, the attraction was there and it was strong. Her only hope was that he would not want her, and he would not ask of her 'services.'

"Bulma? Bulma are you all right?" Kishin's worried voice broke into Bulma's thoughts, tearing her away from the dreadful visions. "Honey, you've gone all pale. Are you feeling sick?" Kishin placed the back of her hand on Bulma's forehead, checking for signs of a fever.

"I… I'm okay. Just a little nervous, that's all." Kishin nodded, then pressed a little button on the side of her scouter.

"Okay Bulma, time to go. We'll be touching down in about 20 minutes and we have to get going to the bridge. King Vegeta is waiting. Bulma stood up and twirled about in the dress that Kishin had given her. It was rather plain, full skirted and short sleeved. The circular neckline plunged low enough to expose the tops of her full breasts, but was not so low as to be indecent. It was royal blue for the most part, but had little trimmings of a white lacy material, the colors of the Royal House of Vegetasei, as Kishin explained. Bulma slipped her feet into the comfortable dress sandals again, and quickly brushed her hair before following Kishin out the door.

Once the two women entered the bridge, male crew members surrounded them. Each one of them was trying desperately to catch Bulma's eye, unaware that she was to be housemate to their king. Seeing this disgusting display of hormones, Vegeta growled. The woman was his, and no one else's. He was helplessly drawn to her, by some supernatural force. It was an attraction that he could not explain, one that he did not wish to explain at the moment.

"Keep it in your pants men." he snarled. "Get back to your posts NOW." Bulma breathed a sigh of relief. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable and trapped, with all those males around her. She knew what they wanted, and she had no idea which ones would give her a choice.

Bulma looked over at King Vegeta, who was currently barking out orders at his crew. She felt the strong pull of attraction, and blushed as the pleasure lecture came back to her. She once again imagined herself and the King, doing the things she had been taught. With these thoughts though, came the familiar frightened shame. How could she possibly wish to be the man's…. whore? There was no way that he could ever care for her, after all, Kishin had said that he wasn't able to bond…. but she had also said that there was no way to be sure whether the process had worked or not. This train of thought left poor Bulma both confused, and slightly aroused, so she decided to drop it altogether. Instead, she focused on what was going on around her. She walked around the deck a bit, peeping over the shoulders of the crew to see what they were doing.

This behavior did not go unnoticed. Discreetly, King Vegeta watched her out of the corner of his eye. She would be very useful when her term as housemate was over. He knew she was very intelligent. He had been in the security room, watching her over the cameras when she had been doing her tests. The speed at which she finished was amazing, proving her intelligence. Her curiosity had also amused him, the way he could almost see her brain working out problems, solving puzzles. He had even sent in the Testmaster back to her sooner than was planned. He had wanted to give her something to think about in leaving her wondering about the statue.

The sculpting was tradition; the first Vegeta was quoted as saying "You can tell a man by his art." This had been interpreted as something symbolic, so every King of Vegetasei would create a sculpture so that future generations could interpret the type of man he was. The point was not to see him as the history records depicted, but as the man he was inside, the part of him that very few would see. This was one of the only traditions that Vegeta actually considered meaningful, and so he had poured his soul into his sculpture. He wanted to let the little female figure that out for herself.

HEYO!!! Well, that's it for now, don't forget to let me know what you think! Hope you all like it, cause I know I do! If I didn't, I wouldn't post it! Sorry it's taken me so long to get this out though, I've had a really really really busy week, and I didn't have time to write this. I don't know when the next chapter will be out, hopefully soon! Chow for now!