The Explanation

A/N: Wow, thank you for all the reviews and views of my story. The feedback in the reviews were great. I will do my best to make the future chapters better, grammar wise and proof reading. Also, I just got a new job, so my next couple updates might be slower. I'm also looking for a Beta. Thank you again to everyone who reviewed.

"I was your wife" Emil says to Vegeta. It has been brought to my attention that this was confusing to readers. I should have implied it better in the story. Emil and Vegeta knew that their marriage was over. They both accepted the fact that they weren't going to be together. So, for Emil to say that it was just her accepting the fact. The couple didn't tell that they weren't together, for obvious reasons.

Emil's fathers visit- I should have put more detail into his sickness. As in, he was weak or coughing or something.

Vegeta's Father- Yes, there has been an absences of Vegeta's father, but it is for a reason. Also, because he is on planet Vegeta.

Lastly, Emil isn't going anywhere. I plan to truly develop her character in the next few chapters. She is a main character.

Two Weeks Later-

Emil sat on her knees as she stared ahead into the blackness of her room. It had been a long time since she had been in her room, in the palace. Her hands stayed positioned in her lap as she just sat there unbothered by anything. Numbness flowed through-out her body. The time had finally passed, her father had left her. Now, she was truly alone in the world. She had no one left. It had been nearly thirty-two minutes since she locked herself away in her own personal prison. Emil was not sure how to carry-on. Her father had done so much for her, and taught her so much. She never truly appreciated him. Emil understood his last act was to ensure she had a safe and prosperous future, by marrying Vegeta. Emil squeezed her eyes shut tightly to avoid her tears from falling onto the marble, even Saiyans wanted the best for their children. It was too late for her to understand that now, she couldn't thank him now. Emil felt herself beginning to shake under the pressure. It hurt to be alone with no one. Her mother was gone, her father, and her mate. Who did she have left now? Who would she turn too?

Emil heard her door open and saw the queen herself entering. "My dear is there anything I can do?" Galanie said as she saw the girl suffering alone. Emil just cocked her head to the side and looked at the queen in her royal robes.

"Send for Vegeta. That is all". Emil said as she turned back to the emptiness she was staring into.

Earth, Bulma's House

Vegeta stood with the opened letter in his hand. It was saddening as the message was hand delivered to him by his right hand, Kakkarot. He nodded to him as he stood in the door way of Bulma's luxurious townhome in which, they both shared now.

"Ready, my ship. We will all depart in one hour". Vegeta said to his lifelong friend. The usually goofy man only gave him a serious nod. They both saw Bulma descended the stairs only wearing Vegeta's dress shirt and a pair of boy shorts. Kakkarot looked at her and then to his Prince.

"Should I prepare for four instead of three"? The taller Saiyan said mentioning Vegeta's new romance. Vegeta didn't say anything for a moment and just thought about his answer.

"Just do your job Kakkarot, that is between me and the woman". Vegeta said as he closed the door in his friend's face in frustration. Bulma stood behind him as she coolly sipped on her cup of morning latte. It had become easy to read his moods lately. It seemed to many people that he was annoyed most of the time, but she knew better. Vegeta had many moods, but today he was very bothered by something.

"What is going on with you Vegeta, Kakkarot doesn't come around unless it's serious"? Bulma said wrapping her arms around his back. Laying her head on his back she listened to his heart rapidly beating. Bulma began to grow nervous.

Vegeta stared ahead as he placed his hands on top of her's. "Emil's father, and my first mentor has passed on. I have to leave soon". Vegeta said. He grabbed her hand removing one from him and kissed it. "I want you to come with me, to see my home". Bulma listened to him intensely and instantly felt for him and Emil…

As sweet as his gesture was, she didn't think that was her place. Especially, at Emil's father's funeral. They were still a very secretive couple, at Bulma's request. She wasn't ready for the world to know about them just yet. Of course, Bulma cared for Vegeta and probably even loved him, but she already received hateful looks since Emil left. Emil left the school and went back to Planet Vegeta. Emil had a following at the school and they all seemed to notice her absence and Vegeta's closeness to her. It wasn't hard to imagine how her loyal subjects would feel about outsiders sleeping with her technical husband. Emil had made it clear to her she no longer wanted Vegeta, but the world didn't know that.

"Vegeta, I don't think that's a good idea. Her father just died and I'm sure I'm the last person she wants to see at his funeral". Vegeta watched her retreat from him. Yes, a funeral was a ceremony to the signify the end of life, but he wanted her there for him. Vegeta was going for Emil's comfort and he wanted Bulma there for his own selfish reasoning.

"Woman, Emil will not make this into anything but what it should be. I want you with me. I want you to meet my parents as well. I allow you to enforce your culture all the time and now it time to see my own. I will not take no for an answer, woman." Bulma listened to him and she did want to see where he was from and how he became who he is. It was disrespectful, in her opinion. Bulma didn't want to make her uncomfortable while she was grieving a loss of a parent. The girl didn't want to add insensitive bitch to what she already thought about her.

"I will go on one condition Vegeta… I want you to ask Emil if she's okay with me being there. If not, I'm not leaving this city. I don't want to be punched in the face at a funeral." Bulma watched his face as he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over her board chest. Vegeta did see the importance of Bulma's honor. As a Saiyan a funeral is not a sappy ordeal with crying and remorse. It is a time to honor the individual and to give their body back to the sands of Vegeta-Sei.

Vegeta promptly huffed in frustration at her request, but he knew she wouldn't change her mind. She was a stubborn as he was, in fact he loved that about her.

"Fine, I will ask her. If she declines, I still expect your arrival. That is an order". Vegeta said as he grabbing her by her waist and gave her his signature sensual smirk. "Am I clear"? Vegeta said as he nibbled on the exposed flesh of her collar bone. Bulma gasped as she enjoyed his subtle kisses.

"We'll see your majesty". Kissing his lips softly she allowed him to swoop her off her feet. Bulma was sure he wouldn't leave without saying a proper "goodbye".

Planet Vegeta- later that night

Vegeta arrived on the planet with a small ceremony of dancing girls and red petals being thrown at his feet. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the dramatics. It was much like his mother and father to put on a show. Kakkarot and Terlo both seemed to enjoy the festivities that were put together.

The queen stood there in her in a black long dress and smiled as she lonely greeted her son. "It's been a year since you've been home. I wish the circumstances were better, but I'm happy neither less." Galanie said as she embraced her son. Vegeta rolled his eyes to her as he gave her a quick hug. In which, made Terlo and Kakkarot giggle.

Galanie shot them a menacing glance over Vegeta's shoulder. They both shot up straight meeting their Queen's harsh eyes.

"Your Majesty, it's wonderful to see you again". They both said in unison as they kneeled to her and saluted. It was notoriously known that Galanie had a soft spot for her son. It was also widely known that she was tough and could be colder than the King

"Go boys. I'm sure you mothers are awaiting your arrivals." Galanie stated causing the boys to scurry off into opposite directions. She waited until they were out of earshot distance to talk to her son.

"She needs you, Vegeta. She has no one". The queen stated as she looped her arms through his as they walked through the grand palace. Vegeta just sighed and looked straight ahead.

"Mother, I am not here for her. We have said our goodbyes. I'm here for my mentor." Vegeta's voice was cold as he spoke about his now estranged wife. It would be officially announced the end of their marriage and his new relationship to Bulma. He hated gossip. It was just better to address things head on.

Galanie looked at him from the side of her eye and seen the hickey formed on his neck. She instantly grew furious with him. "I didn't raise you to be so disrespectful Vegeta. Have you let that human whore into your head? A damn sex mark is on your neck! You are a Prince not, some college boy!" Vegeta stopped and took his arm from his mother's and crossed them over his chest.

"Listen here mother. I don't want to hear you say anything else about her. Her name is Bulma and you will respect my relationship with her. I do not care what you, Emil, or anyone for that damn fact has to say about it. In my presence you will respect it…". Vegeta said in a threatening tone. Galanie stepped back from him, he had never spoken to her like she was his enemy. What had this girl done to her son.

"Watch your damn tone boy. I am not one to threaten…Well see what your father has to say about this relationship". Galanie stated before she stormed off down the marble plated hallway. Vegeta rolled his eyes at her dramatics. He meant every word that he said. No matter if it was on the harsh side. It was true. He would not tolerate anyone's disrespect of Bulma, she meant too much to him.

Vegeta wondered the halls and found himself passing his bedroom doors. He stopped for a moment thinking about the wild times he had there with Emil before they were engaged. A time they were both truly happy just messing around.

He shook the thoughts from his head as he moved on. He passed a couple of paintings of his family and more art décor until he met with her bedroom door. Her bedroom was pretty much its own compound after Vegeta banned her from his own.

He entered without even knocking. Emil turned slightly to see him standing at her door. She only laid on her elegant chaise with a bottle of red wine in a long grey robe. She looked like a beautiful mess. She didn't speak to him just turned the bottle upwards taking another long drink out of it. Emil wasn't a drinker, so he knew she was clearly distraught.

"Woman. You need to pull yourself together." He closed the door behind him and walked closer to her. Emil just shook her head to him as she ran her fingers through her long black hair.

"Where is your whore"? Emil said noticing the stench of another all over him. It was really repulsive to smell the recent sex on him. Emil didn't love Vegeta, but that didn't mean she wasn't possessive of him.

"You know her name and she isn't here. She is waiting for your permission". Vegeta said while trying to refrain from rolling his eyes. Emil looked at him awkwardly as to what he had just said. Emil sat her bottle down and placed her feet on the hardwood floors.

"You are telling me the woman who slept with my mate, is asking for permission to my father's funeral. This girl really is a fool. Let me guess you already told her to come knowing you wouldn't honor my words anyways, right"? Emil said as she closed her robe as he fell forward a bit exposing her underwear.

"You know me so well." Vegeta said as grabbed the bottle from the floor. Emil watched him pour it down the drain in the master bathroom. "Drinking isn't becoming of you". Vegeta said returning from bathroom.

Emil just shook her head at him and smirked. "Fine, since it's so important to her, she can come, but only on one condition on your part". Emil said as she flopped back down on the feather stuffed couch.

Vegeta was hoping she wasn't going to say anything sexual. He knew she was in a bad place and he honestly didn't want to have to reject her and hurt even more. Vegeta couldn't stand her, but he knew she was tender hearted and had a lot of insecurities about herself. "What is it"? Vegeta said hesitantly.

Emil let down her guard with him for a minute and soften her brow and glance. Emil sighed heavily as she looked at him. "Do not laugh, but will you comfort me if I do cry" …. Emil said turned her head away from him. She did not want to look at him or his reaction.

"Yes, on my honor I will". Vegeta said thinking he at least owed her that much.

The next morning-The intergalactic airport

Bulma arrived on the desert planet on a private jet. Of course, it was her own because it was very hard to get a flight to Planet Vegeta. Saiyans were not friendly about their airspace, and didn't care for outsiders. Bulma stood in the airport that was full of Saiyans and a couple of dignitaries and merchants. It wasn't hard to tell that she felt quite out of place. As she proceeded to walk she final stopped at what seemed to be a taxi service desk.

"What do you need"? The girl said without even looking up at her. Bulma rolled her eyes at the girl prominent disregard for her.

"Uh, yes. I need a ride to palace please." Bulma said causing the girl to finally lift her head and look at her. The woman only chuckled behind the desk and shook her head as she continued to laugh.

"I'm sorry, not just anyone gets to "go" to palace." The Saiyan female said as she looked Bulma up and down. She smirked and just went about her business and began to walk away.

Bulma angrily dug in her bag and pulled out Vegeta's necklace and slammed it on the counter. "Is this enough proof I'm important. Vegeta gave it to me last night and if that isn't enough I'm the fifteenth riches person in the Northern Galaxy." Bulma said angrily, she hated being mocked. The girl looked at the necklace and it was the royal insignia. The young girl's face turned into horror as she thought about what punishment would be in her future.

"I'll have a hover car right in the front for you ma'am." Bulma only smirked as she loved throwing her powerful boyfriend's name around. It defiantly ensures a different reaction then her own. His name demanded respect and if not respect then fear soon followed.

The car ride was quick as they flew fast in the car. She could see there was a crowd of people at the palace and the palace was beautifully designed. Bulma thought it would look more like a castle with tall peaks. It was actually more like a large mansion which looked like it had a hundred rooms. It seemed to be the only area with grass. Bulma noticed that most of the planet was a bright red sand/ mud combination.

It seemed like it was the Earth's equivalency of Mars. Her nerves were truly bad as she picked at her manicured fingers. It was as if she was going on a first date and meeting his parents. Bulma had never felt uneasy or uncomfortable around Vegeta. He inspired her to be herself, flaws and all.

Bulma landed and was enthused to see a familiar face. As she opened the door she was greeted with an extended hand. "I'm glad you could make it Bulma" Terlo said as helped her out the car.

"Thank you, it was a long flight." As she looked around she received many menacing looks from male and females alike. Bulma had never felt so outcaste before. Terlo noticed how uneasy she was. He grabbed her luggage and offered a smile.

"Don't worry about them. Saiyans just look mad all the time. We are taught to look intimidating. Plus, everyone is a bit sour about Vegeta's announcement and the funeral just ended." Terlo gathered her bags while leaving her in confusion. Bulma raised a perfectly arched eyebrow to him as they walked together.

"What announcement"? Bulma asked as they entered the grand palace. Terlo looked down to her and smiled. Terlo smirked as he thought about how Vegeta it was to leave someone in the dark about something important he didn't feel like discussing.

"He announced his divorce to Emil to the empire and introduced you as his Agni Onna". Bulma was more confused as before. Terlo laughed loudly thinking how clueless his Prince had left the beautiful vixen.

"What the hell is an Agni Onna"? Bulma asked as they walked through a more private part of the palace. There seemed to be a lot less traffic in this area and it was much more luxuriously decorated as well.

"It's a kind of like Northern Galaxy talk for like…ummm…what do they call it? Fiat? Finance? Finish"? Terlo said as he sat her bags down at a large door.

"Fiancé"! Bulma yelled loudly at him. He nodded with a wide grin. Bulma saw the large doors opening and saw her Prince standing there in his dress armor. Her anger disappeared as she stared at him. He truly looked like a shining Prince. His armor was form fitted to every contour in his muscles. The armor was a matte black color on the chest plate and a red royal insignia over his heart. The rest of his outfit consisted of tight spandex like pants, black boots, and a flowing wine red cape attached at the shoulders.

"Terlo excuse us, I have to speak with his royal assness". Bulma literally pushed Vegeta back into the room while slamming the door being them. Vegeta smirked as he thought she was eager for sex. "Are you stupid? Why are you telling your entire empire we are engaged to get married? My parents don't even know we are living together."

Bulma was so frustrated with him. How in the hell does someone do that without even discussing it with someone? It would have been nice to stayed informed about her relationship status. Vegeta just stood there seemingly annoyed with her accusations.

"Watch your tone woman. I'm not saying that we are mating to each other for life, tomorrow. It's just my intentions are to make you my mate. "Vegeta said as he began to remove his dark red cape from his shoulders. Bulma didn't know what to say. No one had ever said they wanted to marry her before. Except, for a couple of crazed fans, but this was different. They had been together for nearly a month and he was telling her he wanted her for life. It was flattering and concerning at the same time

"You want to marry me Vegeta"? Bulma blushed as the words escaped her lips. Vegeta smirked as he noticed she was swooning at his words. He placed his hands on each side of her hips and leaned into her.

"Woman, I want you to be my Princess someday, yes". Vegeta caressed her face softly with his gloved hand. "I'm a Prince and I enjoy having all the finest things". Bulma laughed at his smooth compliment. His hand found its way around her waist and gently squeezing her shapely ass.

"Is this a proposal"? Bulma squeaked as he continued to grab her. Her arms snaked their way around his neck and leaned into his forehead. His mother was going to kill him. He was under a spell, and he didn't not want to be let free. Vegeta lifted her into the air and placed a seductive kiss on her pink lips. Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist as he mainly supported her. She allowed her fingers to run through his soft black hair, she couldn't help but imagine doing this everyday with him.

"You will be my mate Bulma. There is no doubt about that". Bulma smiled at his words as he tossed her on the oversized bed fit for a King.

A/N: Sorry for delayed update. It's finals week, I hope the grammar is better this time.

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