A Prince is Born
Two loud bells rung through the thick air of the sands of Vegeta-sei. All the Saiyans, merchants and visitors to the palace and surrounding areas look at each other and began to cheer loudly. The news was official and cheerful. The news was simple and blissful as they all began raise their fist in the air pledging allegiance to the crown. A New Prince of Vegeta-Sei was born on the hot summer evening. The day was historic, and all the Allies and Enemies of the crown would hear the notable news that a new heir was added to the growing crown fist of the Ouji destiny. The news would spread to the furthers reaches of space by nights fall. The news was blissful, but all was not right within the Saiyan Empire.
The Palace
Her cerulean eyes fluttered open as she felt the pain beginning to come back to her. The last thing she remembered was searing pain ripping through her entire body. Her core felt empty as panic began to set in. Bulma sat up in the King Size bed as quickly as she could, but the pain stopped her in her tracks.
"Calm down woman, they took him to observations." She looked to her left and saw Vegeta standing there looking out her window. The dark eyes looked over the horizon into the crowds of people who gathered around the palace, they waited. They waited to hear the remaining news. Vegeta tapped his finger impatiently as well as the news was still yet to be delivered.
"I'm not concerned with his power level, I want to hold my son." Bulma said trying her damnest to get out the bed. Vegeta caught her before she fell on to the cold tiles.
"Woman stop! You're going to rip your incision open. The boy nearly killed you being born. I won't be there to explain to him why is mother wasn't around to see him rule. Sit down before you bleed to death." He pushed her back into the bed as he felt her harsh glare on him. Bulma relaxed for a moment and allowed him to sit her feet back on to the plush mattress.
"I am a Saiyan, I've walked away from worse than this." Bulma said as she licked her dry lips. He only shook his head at the woman who'd given birth to son. Despite the blood, sweat, and fluids that he'd just watched come from her body. There was no denial that he still thought she was the most beautiful creature to walk into his life. It wasn't just her rare and unique coloring. It was everything about her that made him attracted to her. Vegeta walked over to the bowl of water and pressed the wet clothe down into it and placed it on her warm forehead.
"Rest woman. You've done well". Bulma looked at him and gave him a small smile. A small sense of compliancy came over her for only a moment before King Vegeta entered the room with a loud thud on the mahogany door and a bottle of dark wine in his hand.
"Congratulations, my son. His power reading is over 9,000 and steadily climbing. I knew this pairing between the two of you would only become beneficial. We should celebrate, the entire Empire will celebrate. His name will be sung in the streets and woman will began to sell their daughters for suitors for him." The King said loudly as he had already began to drink from the bottle ignoring the two as they attempted to share a moment that they had lost many months ago.
"His name is Trunks Vegeta Ouji". Bulma said looking at the king with a stern glance.
The King stopped his celebrations and looked over to the weakened new mother. He only chuckled. "Bulma…it is tradition to name the first born Vegeta. You know this…
"No! It is your tradition; my people are gone! My traditions are gone and that is on you…King Vegeta…King of your Saiyans not All…" Bulma spoke as her words dripped in venom and her anger began to flare. Her anger was not with the Prince. It was that of the drunken King. The King who had ripped her away from her family as war tore her home on Sadala apart. The bearded king promised to aid her home land if the she came here and produced a powerful heir to his thrown. His lies sealed their doom.
The painful and devastating news sent her into an early labor. Her home was gone. Her family, the Saiyans of Sadala were gone and she was the last of their rare kind. "You lied, you have no honor…" Bulma said as she turned away from the men in the room. Her heart was heavy as she tired to bury her pain deep inside of herself.
"Watch your damn mouth, you may be a guest and mother of my grandson, but you will never sit on that throne or see that crown. Take this as your birthing gift, next time I won't be as forgiving, Sayia-jin". The door slammed hard sending cracks up the white marbled walls of the palace. Vegeta only watched her as the bells rung again…The bell continued to ring with each ringing of the bell the crowds grew louder as each the ringing of each bell signified the newborns strength by the thousands. Bulma turned her face away from him and the world as the tears began to stream down her porcelain face.
He approached her slowly and sat next to her on the bed oversized bed. "I can't protect you from him if you don't let me woman".
"I will always be an outsider here. It's me who needs protection from all of you". The blue haired Saiyan said as she shut herself off from him as well as his world.
8 Years Later
Bulma descended the hallway of the palace as she grew bored of her constant surroundings. As she walked she pushed her long turquoise braid behind her back and made her way to the royal training grounds. Her skin was sticky as she still couldn't grow accustom to the dry hot weather of the planet that had become her home for the past nine years. She often dreamt about the cool breezes of Planet Sadala and bright blue skies, but that was all behind her now and it was never coming back. That's all it was now a distant dream. She was the last Saiyan of Sadala. Now, she resided with the Saiyans of Vegeta-sei. This wasn't her home, it often felt like a prison and the King was her brutal drunken warden. Bulma adjusted her armor. She made the custom gear herself, it consisted of blade resistance material that stretched like spandex. She was equipped with her choice weapon, the staff strapped to her back. Her top was a simple black tank top as she her underarmour was unzipped so she could feel a breeze if it did pass through the deserts of Vegeta-sei.
"AGAIN". The deep baritone voice roared through the courtyard of the training grounds. Bulma turned to corner and her eyes threatened to water as the sight of her one and only child. His clothes were ripped, his tanned skin was bruised and bloodied. His left eye was sealed shut from the swelling. Three full grown Elite Saiyans surrounded the young Prince as he barely continued to stand, but there he stood ready to defend himself. Bulma walked over to the Crowned Prince and just stared at him.
"What the hell is going on here? This is not what we discussed." Vegeta just averted his eyes from her and she knew that what was happening to their son was no longer in his control. His father had once again strong armed his way into getting what he wanted, but Bulma wasn't going to let this beating continue.
The Elites hesitated and began to strike the boy again. Trunks dodged the first couple attacks and then began attack one of the Elites in a One on One spar. As Trunks began to best the Elite. He struck brutally in his already tender ribs by another Elite and punched in the gut by another. The group began pile on top of him and the eight years old boy was no longer able to defend himself.
"Stop This Vegeta". Bulma said approaching the King quickly as she tried to keep her voice and anger suppressed. Bulma balled her fist so tightly she felt her finger nails began to break the skin in her palm. The King's lazily eyes just lingered on her and smirked at the blue haired vixen.
"AGAIN"! He yelled at the Elites while smirking evilly. Bulma eyes instantly went to Trunks who once again attempted to stand. He was on his hands and needs bleeding from all over and he continued to get up. It was with every kick, punch, and attack that he refused to stand down. The boy was a prime example of a strong noble warrior. Bulma watched them reset to attack him again. Vegeta just looked down at the ground and refused to meet with the glance of either of the icy blue glances that begged for his acknowledgement.
"I won't let this continue…" Bulma said under breath, as she removed her staff and struck the first Elite down with one swing and watched his face hit the concrete tile. She steadied herself with her staff and kicked the second one into the nearest pillar as a crack navigates all the way to the top of the roof. Bulma went to strike the last one standing before she heard a thundering voice usher a command.
"Fine, this just became a punishment. Show this Sayia-Jin a lesson". The King ordered with a sinister smirk. Vegeta's head sprung up as he listened to the command that was given.
"No…don't I can take it grandfather…" Trunks coughed as the blood ran out of this mouth as he pleaded for his mother. His breathing was labored as she knew his lung was possibly punctured. The king only laughed as he drunk from his wine filled golden goblet and wiped the excess from his mouth.
The last Elite looked at her and was hesitant to attack. Bulma was not a week third class. The Saiyans of Sadala were known for their marital arts skills. They were smaller than other Saiyans, but they were efficient and lethal and Bulma was their princess. The only one left.
A dark voice intervened, "If you touch her, I'll rip your arms off your body and shove them down your throat." Bulma's didn't let down her defenses for a moment. Her keen senses listened to the movements in the Saiyan's body as she waited for him to strike, but Bulma was willing to bet he wasn't going to lose his life to the Prince today.
"Fine…have you're small victory Bulma. Get the boy out of my sight."
The King waved them all off out of his sight.
"Walk Trunks…do not let him see you fall". Bulma said as she watched Trunks began to limp away. He began walk as fast as he could. Bulma only retracted her adjustable staff and looked into Vegeta's obsidian eyes and looked for an answer from him. One she knew she wouldn't receive from him.
Bulma finished washing him, dressing his wounds, and applied a thick healing ointment all over his young broken body. The lavender haired prince now laid sleeping in his mother's bed. Her heart was heavy as she watched him sleeping. He slumbered hard as she knew his sleep was well deserved. Bulma knew he wasn't close to death, the boy was only eight, but he was resilient and endured. Fixing his lavender hair out of his face, she heard her bedroom door open and sighed. Bulma exited the bedroom and closed the double doors behind herself. She sat on her
There she sat on watched Vegeta enter her suite. As she sat on the chaise, she slowly began to undo her braid. Feeling his cold eyes on her she began to shake her wavy locks free from it's bindings.
"He's fine". She said without even looking in his direction.
"I know, I came for you." Vegeta said as he closed the wooden doors behind himself.
"Hmpf…you should of came for your son not me Vegeta. I haven't needed your protection for a long time. He did, how long are you going to continue to allow that bakka to embarrass your honor? You just stay next to his side like an obedient dog on a leash doing his bidding…his killing…"
"You think it was easy for me to watch that, my own flesh and blood being pounded into the ground? If I would've intervened he would've looked week. My father would have loved nothing more than to break him, but he didn't. He will become stronger than before. I have my reasonings for everything I do. Trust me."
Shaking her head in disbelief she only looks at the man, who would've been her mate. "Trust you? I trusted you and your father a long time ago and I never will again. I trusted you to do the right thing and you've proven me wrong time and time again about you, My Prince. I'm sure you're King's Candidate for your mate is on your desk as we speak…" Bulma said as the thought of him with another woman bothered her endlessly. Bulma was only seventeen when she had Trunks. Bulma held so much anger with him for his father's betrayal he could barely even speak to her.
"I won't take a mate that isn't you Bulma. I've swore that to you and my father. I've disappointed you...but, the boy is strong and can take anything that this world is willing to throw at him."
Bulma just stood from her seat and sadly shook her head to him and walked closer to him as she uncrossed her arms. "I won't wait for you forever…Maybe I'll choose my own mate". Testing him she stood only a few inches away from him. She could feel the heat coming from his muscular frame. Standing a couple inches taller than her she continued to look deep into his endless eyes. Vegeta quickly grabbed her by her waist, he inhaled her scent deeply and pulled her into his body.
"I'll kill anyone who touches you. You. Are. Mine". Vegeta whispered into her ear. His hot breath tickled her neck as his words made her shiver. Bulma shook her head and looked at him bit her bottom lip and pushed him away.
"We will never be together under your father's rule". Sighing she pushed away from him as he hesitated to let her go as he always did. As she turned her back to him she stopped one more time. "If your father ever tries to punish me again. I'll kill him myself". The blue haired Saiyan said as she turned and left for the shower leaving Vegeta alone to his thoughts.
Vegeta began to strike at invisible adversaries are he pushed himself harder everyday to become stronger, to become stronger than his father. Vegeta was becoming more and more frustrated as his father became more of a drunk. The empire was growing, and the leadership was lacking. The people were no longer in his favor as he was becoming slopping. His father had controlled his life and now he was trying to control his future with this list of suitors. It was no secret that he had refused any woman besides Bulma since the day he had conceived their child.
Bulma being brought to Planet Vegeta was not luck. He had not planned on falling so hard for the blue haired woman. It was supposed to be a business deal, no strings attached, and the fool fell for the her the moment she entered his home. He punched the air and imagined it being his father's face. The wait was nearly over as Vegeta could feel himself becoming closer and closer to ascending to Super Saiyan.
The thought of overthrowing his father truly made the Crown Prince smile.
"SON! Where are you!? I have a gift for you". Vegeta narrowed his eyes as his mood began to instantly change. He allowed himself to inhale deeply and exhale through nose to keep his composure.
"You're interrupting my training. What do you want?" Vegeta asked while he wrapped a towel around his neck and wiped the sweat from his tanned face. The bearded older version of himself only leaned against the palace walls and smirked to himself as he was going to deliver news to his son that would only sure to rile him and the woman up. The blue Saiyan had only been a headache to him since she'd arrive on the desert oasis. The way she had his son wrapped around her porcelain fingers disgusted him. The girl gave the family a strong male heir. That was all she was supposed to be for. Than she was expected to just fade away in the night like a common whore.
"I've selected your mate, she's a beautiful Elite for a notable family. She will produce you another strong heir by next years' summer". The king said waiting on his son's reaction and for him to throw yet another tantrum like a child.
"You're drunk old man. Go to bed. I don't have time for your late-night rants". Vegeta said waving him off as he began to walk away.
"Don't turn your back to me boy, this is no laughing matter. You will meet her and her family, then and a wedding will be set." He stopped in his tracks and looked at his father.
"I've told you before, I will not take a mate other than Bulma stop your foolish search. I'll refuse them all and you cannot force me to take anyone of them. I figured that was understood after the twenty-fifth time." Vegeta said as he turned to meet his father's glance. The man was nearly smiling at his reaction.
"You will do as your told, I don't give a damn if you want to or not. This will happen in one months' time".
"You are either deaf or completely drunk off your ass. I said It will never happen. So, I suggest you get use to the fact that it will never ha- "Vegeta felt his throat being crushed as his father held him against the concrete wall by his neck. His father may have been drunk, but that never got in the way of his strength and speed for a punishment.
"I'm growing tired of your disrespectful mouth and that disrespectful bitch you choose to keep in your company. If you do not marry this woman. I'll just bed your blue Sayia-jin, ring her neck, and throw her out with the kitchen trash"! Vegeta kneed his father in his stomach as hard as he could. While he did cause the man to loosen his grip, he didn't win. The King threw his son to the ground and he quickly recovered.
"You're getting slower, Old Man. The day you lay a hand on her is the day you die. One day I will make you kneel, in front of all those you've oppressed, and I will rip your head off one day and throw it into the crowds while my people chant my name. I will do this last thing you ask and then I'm done…" Vegeta said turning his back to his father and leaving the courtyard.
"Yes, and I'm sure the wench would love to know your involvement with her people's demise as well…" The king said as he yelled after his son.
