Invitation to dinner?
Rubbing her sore shoulders Biana headed for her chambers after a long day of training. : Ovando was difficult to keep pace with but after a few sessions I easily got into the swing of things. He taught me a lot today, I hate to admit it, but he is a good fighter.:
Allowing her mind to drift back to the day's activities she remembered Ovando reminding her to sign up for the competition tomorrow. As soon as her first training session ended she went and submitted her name for the martial arts competition. There were two females who entered, she was the third. Ramgeet was at the head of the list as the one to beat, which is understandable since she is the head of Vegeta's royal guards. She however was ranked as the least likely to survive the first round, scoffing at their premature assumptions Biana decided that their thinking, after they see what she can do, will change.
Groaning as once again her legs began to throb in pain she looked down seeing that they were once more bleeding. Two identical cuts on both legs, a long gash along her calf muscles all because she made the mistake and turned her back to her opponent. she will never make such a mistake again. Three doors down from her assigned chambers she noticed one of Planet Vegeta's messengers standing at her door. Standing before him with her hands on her hips she demanded the reason of his presence.
"The King will like to speak with you, get cleaned up, you will be dining with him tonight."
:of course he wants to see me, the basterd probably sees me as anotherfucking palace whore..: growling her distaste for the invitation Biana deduced that now the King's true motive has been revealed. Her being in his army was just an excuse for him to get closer to her perhaps ordering her to do unthinkable disgusting things. Snarling at the messenger she announced her defiance to accept her presumed role : if he thinks I'm just going to lay down and let him walk all over me then he has another thing coming : "I'm busy!" Pushing the startled guard fromher door she entered her room slamming the door shut.
Stripping off her tattered clothing she ignored the throbbing feeling that her refusal of Vegeta's 'invitation' will result in catastrophic events.
Stepping into the shower she allowed the spray of water to soothe her wounds. soaking in the peace she got from her bath, thinking back to why she was here in the palace she realized that not once since her consciousness did she think of her father. Frowning at this she realized that she was a terrible daughter, turning of the water she decided that she would take a walk to their ship to update her father on the day's events.
A knock at he door interrupted her thoughts, yelling for the person to enter Biana exited the bathe with a towel wrapped around her body.
"Busy doing what!"
Stumbling at the harsh tone Biana stared at her King. He was here to make sure she accepted the 'invitation'. : Well well, it seems it wasn't an invitation after all.: Reluctantly bowing before him Biana answered his question "I needed to be rested for the first round of competition tomorrow." As an after thought she added "...my Lord."
Tensing as he watched Bulma bowed before him he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable by her actions. Allowing his eyes to travel over her exposed flesh brought up buried feelings he once had for the blue haired woman. But her hair wasn't blue anymore, going back to the first time he saw her since her recovery he realized that the woman who stood before him may not be the same woman that was stolen. "Do you remember me?"
: remember him, how can I forget the animal who stole the throne from my father, the animal that raped and banished me from my planet: "Remember you my Lord?"
"Don't play games with me woman, what did Mimbek do to you?"
Peering into his dark orbs Biana felt uncertain, was she seeing concern in his eyes. :Why, why is he concern, about her, and what is he talking about, does he know who I am did he figure out that I am Mimbek's daughter. Did he see through my disguise: "Mimbek?" Looking at her feet she repeated a lie "Wasn't he the man who was banished for treason from this planet? What would he do to me?"
Noticing her guarded answer Vegeta was slowly loosing patience, "Listen woman, Mimbek did something to you and I want to know what it is."
Stepping closer to her he raised her head with his fingers " and I'll find out whether you help me... or not."
Gasping at his close proximity Biana could believe what she was hearing, or seeing, unconsciously drew in he scent then responded "I will give you all the assistance you need you highness." Raising her eyes to meet his she felt lost in his dark pupils, drinking in the dark cool look as it was a drug she felt her self being crushed into his embrace. So warm, so comforting, so right, A knock broke them from the spell they cast one each other, as she jumped from his arms she realized with dreaded certainty what was about to take place if the knock hadn't interrupted them. Growling her anger and confusion she shouted for her third visitor to enter her room : perhaps I should meet them at the door instead of allowing them entrance so easily: "Your highness," trying to keep the coldness from her eyes she continued to address him "I will accompany shortly. Please allow me to dress appropriately."
Grunting his consent Vegeta left.
As soon as her king vacated the area Biana released her anger upon the poor unsuspecting visitor . "What the fuck is your problem!"
Staring wide eyed at the new palace guard the councilor could not understand why Mimbek placed so much importance in her, she was rude, short tempered and a slut, well the last reason came up since he saw how she carried herself around their enemy, "Mimbek asked me to keep an eye on you."
"Oh really.." raising her left eyebrow at his presumptuousness
"Yes and I can see why, you can't seem to..." his sentence was cut short as Biana blasted him across the room Walking towards his fallen body Biana threaten "you better rethink your statement before you really get burned.
Coughing to replenish his lungs the councilor decide it would be safer to his health if he just relayed the rest of his message. "Your father wants you to meet him by the ship." Struggling to his feet he left a scowling Biana staring after the broken man.
"Idiot." slamming the door shut Biana decided that she would see her father before she graced her king with her presence.
TBC.
AN/ Ohhh, heating up! oh yeah! oh yeah! hehehe tooting my own horn there... Review! Oh yeah n it's short, i know i know i'm lazy.
