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Secret Desires
What You Need To Know Before You Read This Story
This story is an alternate universe. The Saiyan planet and its people are alive and well. The Saiyans are a strong warrior race, but they are not barbaric. They are quite civilized and only fight when the need arises. Other races do not hate the Saiyans, they are respected and they have alliances with many other planets. Only those of high rank can fly, not that others could not learn to but it is forbidden for anyone of lower rank than an elite. There is one main palace, which is located in the Capitol of the planet, but there are several other spots where royalty frequently visit. The King and Queen are alive and well. There has never been a Super Saiyan, but there is a prophecy that the current Prince will be in some way linked to the first Super Saiyan. Bulma is of a human race, but she is not from Earth, she and her father are of a race who is exceptional in the art of healing. Basically like a medical planet, where many advances in medicine were made. Bulma's planet was destroyed and her and her father were the only ones who survived. Now, as to what happened to their planet and how they ended up of Vegeta-sei is a mystery and will be covered in the story. Bulma has no recollection of her home world, she only knows what her father tells her and he refuses to share very much. Be advised that I will be going back and forth with first person view from Bulma and Vegeta. You will be able to tell the difference because when Bulma is speaking her thoughts, she is writing in her diary and each will begin with "Dear Diary" All first person thoughts will be in italics. Okay, now on with the story.
Secret Desires
Dear Diary,
I cannot help but be full of excitement of the events today. He spoke to me. Can you believe it, he actually spoke to me. I was simply walking through the hall on my way back to my quarters when I ran smack into him. I was so embarrassed at the time, but he seemed to be quite amused by my tinted cheeks. He was very kind. I of course, quickly apologized for my clumsiness, while he smirked down at me. I have never felt so weak in the knees before. He has such a powerful, penetrating gaze. It was when I choose to make my exit that he took my arm gently in his hand and stated he had not remembered meeting me before. I had to hold in a chuckle, for he obviously didn't remember me. After all, I do believe it had been some time since I had been in the palace. I do believe my dear diary that perhaps going away to a private school for those two long years had been worth it. Perhaps, my father is right about my change in appearance and maturity.
When I informed the Prince of my name I could see the surprise clearly on his face, for even he must have noticed my coming of age. However lovely our little encounter was, it was not to last as he was quickly ushered away by his guard. I do not think I should inform my father of this, for he has warned me countless of times to stay clear of the Prince, and I do not wish for him to lecture me any further about my class and the fact that I would never be considered as a proper mate for the future King of our planet.
Our planet, there I go again, I cannot help but wish my father and I were from this planet. And, as much as King Vegeta and the people of this planet have made us feel welcome, I am reminded everyday that we are in fact outsiders. The Saiyans have been very kind to us, but I will never forget my place. My father seems so determined to remind me. It is a shame that our home world no longer exists, for I wonder if I will ever find a suitable mate. Of course my father says my mind is of great worth and that is why he forced me to leave to attend special school. Well, that and to keep me away from the one man who haunts my every dream.
How I wish my mother were here, she would understand my feelings I am sure of it. I still spend many sleepless nights wondering what happened to her. I know I have written this many times but I am terribly bothered by the events that brought us here. Well, I should stop writing now and turn in for the night especially since I have turned my good mood into one of brooding.
Bulma quickly turned out the light and climbed into bed, hoping for pleasant dreams of the handsome Prince.
The next morning Bulma was awakened by the bright sunlight pouring in through her bedroom window. "Another new day" she mumbled to herself as she quickly headed to her private bath to make herself presentable.
Why must I feel this way, she was only a child when she came here and ever since I first laid eyes on her beauty I have been enchanted with her. If my father ever found out I fear he would have her sent away permanently. Sometimes I wish I were not born into royalty so I could do as I please without my father dictating every moment of my life. God knows she has been gone for too long, how I have missed her. I know she thinks I didn't recognize her in the hall last night but I didn't want to lead her to believe that she held any sort of significance in my life. My life is laid out for me and it unfortunately does not involve her. After all she is too young for me. She is merely the tender age of eighteen and I am nearing thirty, quite old for not have picked a mate yet as my father seems to constantly remind me. Well, I am off to see the old man now. May the gods help me.
The doors to the throne room opened swiftly to show a scowling King, but strangely enough no Queen.
"Where is mother?" Vegeta asked while scanning the room for his beloved mother.
"She is ill my son" The King's shoulders slumped as he voiced his answer.
"Is this why you called me, father?"
"Yes, I am concerned. Your mother has never taken ill a day in her life, well not since she had carried you." The King had a look of realization cross his face as he quickly hurried out of the room leaving a confused Prince.
The Queen lay in her bed seemingly exhausted as the King burst through the room. "Annatae" the King shouted as he approached her bedside. "Have you seen a medical healer, my love?"
"I have no need to see one, for I know what ails me" She held a sad smile on her face as her eyes begin to water.
"Oh Annatae, this is all my fault" The King sobbed.
"No, my love I so wanted another child and I knew the dangers myself but the rewards to much greater."
"Why did you deceive me?" The King demanded as he hung his head.
"You know as well as I do that our son may never mate, and he is constantly putting himself in danger, I thought that we should have another heir just in case." "For as much as I adore my son, I fear if he does not take a mate and produce an heir soon, then the empire will be handed over to your brother's son and we both know how detrimental that would be."
"Annatae, you are too old to carry another child and after what happened last time, I can not live without you. You should have told me of your plans woman. When I get my hands on the arrogant son of ours I swear I will…" The King was cut short from his outburst as his wife attempted to calm him.
"Geta, I love you with all my heart but I cannot deny that I for so long wished for a child running at me feet."
"And, we both know that it should have been a grandchild." The King snapped.
It has been a week since I learned of my mother's condition. It angers me to the core, how could that old man put her in this situation when he clearly knew of the dangers. My father is truly the epitome of selfishness. I am beginning to hate the man. The doctors clearly told him many years ago that mother was not to conceive another child. It is open knowledge around the palace that my mother nearly died giving birth to me. And, my father has never stopped reminding me of it. I feel like a broken man, my beloved mother is everything to me, how do I cope without her. She is dying, we all know it. I of course blame my father. He told me many years ago of her weakened condition and how she was not to become with child again. Damn, those medical people who promised that it wouldn't happen. Damn them and their damn drugs. My father said it is my fault, can you believe the audacity of the man. How dare he point a finger at me when he is clearly to blame. I have been told by my mother's private physician that she had stopped taking the drugs that were given to her to prevent such a thing, but I still blame my father and his uncontrolled lust. He is truly a disgrace and the sooner I take over this god-forsaken planet the better.
What really amazes me however is the fact that he won't simply insist that the damn doctors terminate this atrocity. He said it goes against Saiyan law. But, I say FUCK the damn law, my mother, the Queen will surely die if something is not done. My father, ever the coward has decided to hold a meeting among the governing members of the planet. He said he is hoping to persuade them to change the law or at least make an exception since it is the Queen's life that is at stake. I say he is the King goddamn it and as such he should just say to hell with the damn council members and break the stupid law.
It is ironic really this very law was introduced my father himself. The stupid bastard was so worried about the reputation of the Saiyans being promiscuous that he took it upon himself to introduce such a ridiculous law. How I hate him.