Secret Desires
Chapter 3
Author notes: I know that this chapter may seem short, but things will start to pick up in the next chapter. As always DBZ and its characters do not belong to me. The story is for entertainment purposes only.
Bulma was woken early in the morning by her father, informing her of the Queen's death in the middle of the night.
It was nearly noon when Bulma was interrupted from her sobbing by a knock at her door.
"Come in" The look of shock on her face was evident to the intruded.
"I assume you have been informed of my mothers passing?" Vegeta asked.
"Yes, I am so sorry"
"Since her last wish was for you to be my personal advisor, you can begin your job by helping the other royal advisors with the arrangements." Vegeta stated as he turned to leave.
Bulma was speechless and tried desperately to ignore the feeling of vulnerability that the Prince seemed to always invoke.
After he left she quickly changed and made her way to the conference room.
Little did she know that the conference room was already occupied and not by the royal advisors. As she raised her hand to knock on the door, she paused as she listened.
There was obviously an argument engaged in the room
"I cannot believe that you would now decide to have a meeting about this when it is obviously too late. What the hell is wrong with you fools?"
"Son, you will hold your tongue." The King yelled as he then focused his attention back to the governing leaders of the planet.
"Gentlemen, please ignore my son's outburst. He is obviously not thinking straight."
"King Vegeta, there is no need for you too apologize for your son's behavior, it is understandable that he would harbor harsh feelings about the topic since he is mourning the death of his mother." Senator Blaskner stated.
"Now then I think we all agree that although the death of the Queen was regrettable, the law will stay in place." Senator Blaskner again addressed the panel. It was obvious that the planets leaders were all in agreement. The Senator continued with he speech, while making eye contact with the King… "I must warn you King Vegeta that all members present are quite shocked that you would even suggest such a thing. It was you who first enacted such a law and although you are the King of this planet that does not excuse your behavior. We have decided however that since you are grieving we will not press any charges. But, we will not be so lineate in the future."
"Now if that is all gentleman, we will dismiss."
"That is not all." Thundered Prince Vegeta as he stepped forward.
"I wish to relieve my father of his duties. I believe that he has proven time and time again that he is too weak to continue holding the title of King of this planet."
"I on the other hand have fought countless battles for the people of this planet. I have waited long enough and the fact that my mother is no longer alive to voice her resistance, I believe it is time for me to take control of this empire." Vegeta spoke with confidence as his father seethed with anger.
"Well, well, well, I must admit my Prince, that was a very impressive speech, however, you are well aware that you cannot take the throne until you find a proper mate?" Senator Ardet voiced.
"That I am, Senator. And, I will have a proper mate by the end of the month. So, I suggest you do what ever you need to prepare for my ascension." Vegeta ground out as he exited the room.
Bulma was too caught up in eavesdropping to realize that the Prince's footsteps were getting closer to the closed door. She yelped when he stormed though the door and nearly knocked her down.
Vegeta smirked and said "Eavesdropping on a royal meeting is grounds for execution. You are aware of that fact, yes?"
"I am so sorry your highness, I was simply trying to find the other advisors as you instructed me too." Bulma shakily spoke.
Vegeta simply chuckled at the girl and walked past.
While Bulma stood still in too much shock to move a muscle.
When it was obvious the girl did not make a move to follow him Vegeta through over his shoulder "Well are you coming or not?"
Bulma's eyes were wide as saucers as the Prince asked her in his own way to follow him. She quickly moved to walk briskly behind him.
"Since I know you obviously heard the entire conversation of the meeting, I expect you to get to work at finding me a proper mate. I will tell you what I expect in a mate."
He turned to see if she was paying attention, then continued.
"I expect her to be attractive, she should be of my same statue, I will not tolerate a woman whom I must look up to meet her eyes. I expect her to be of an elite status, of course. She must be intelligent. I will not tolerate a woman whose speaks as though her head is full of air. Understood?"
"Yes, of course your highness."
"I also expect the woman to be untouched. I will not reduce myself to mate with a woman who has been used by another."
Vegeta stopped abruptly and turned to face Bulma. He grinned when he stated his next requirement. "I also expect the woman to have a significant bosom." He purposefully averted his eyes to that of Bulma's chest and ginning evilly.
He got the response he was hoping for as Bulma's eyes widen and she blushed profusely.
"Here is the destination you requested. The advisors meet in this room everyday. I expect you to start on your job of finding me a suitable mate as soon as my mothers ceremony is done."
Bulma only nodded as the Prince walked away.
Dear Diary,
I had a brief conversation with the Prince today. Unfortunately it was the conversation I was dreading. He informed me of his requirements of a proper mate. I am still not sure how I am going to handle watching the love of my life with another. I did realize however that I meet none of his requirements. I am not surprised actually. I am not so stupid to think that I would ever have a chance with the dashing Prince. The Queen's ceremony will begin first thing in the morning. It is customary for Saiyans to burn the bodies of those who pass on. The ceremony is quite unusual actually. First the Queen will be paraded through the village square surrounding the Palace, then she will be taken into a religious building, quite like a church from where I come from, but this building is only open to the royal family. She will stay there until nightfall, then she will be transported to the Hill of Paragon, where all royals are taken when they pass to the other world. This hill stands tall and overlooks the Palace. It is upon that hill that the King and Prince of the planet will ignite her body. I have never witnessed this before, but apparently the fire on the hill can be seen for miles as the sky reflects the flames and causes the sky to appear to be on fire. I believe I will find it quite interesting, even though I am not allowed to attend the ceremony on Paragon Hill. No one other than royals and elites are allowed to step foot on that hill. It is believed if anyone else steps foot on Paragon Hill, that the empire of the planet will soon crumble. I actually find it quite amusing that the strongest race known in the universe would be so superstitious. But, they are, for they have that hill heavily guarded.
Well, I should retire now as I am quite sleepy.
Dear Diary,
It has been two weeks since my world fell apart. Tonight will prove to be quite heart retching for me as tonight is the night that Prince Vegeta will decide whether or not any of the young women whom I will present to him is acceptable to become a possible mate. I know that I must be attendance tonight, even though my heart feels as though it is about to crumble at the mere thought of him with another woman. Of course I know I am being foolish, for he would never want me and no matter how many times I am reminded of that fact my mind chooses to still hope. And, to make matters worse I will be attending the ball alone. I however, find some comfort in the fact that there will be many young women without suitors attending the ball. I have decided to wear a dress that I have never worn before. It is something I made while I was away at school. I hope the Prince will at least notice my appearance, but I doubt he will. The dress I will be wearing is a long flowing silky black floor length gown. It is quite form fitting and it does accentuate my cleavage. I know my father will be quite upset seeing me in such a revealing gown, but I am quite old enough and I will not let him spoil my mood. The dress is cut low in the back and I have chosen to wear my locket that the Prince gave me. I no longer care if my father sees the necklace, for I am a grown woman and the sooner he realizes that the better.
Well, I must go now.