CH9
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Vegeta woke to the sun shining brightly through the window facing his bed. He turned his sleepy eyes to the space beside him to find it empty. Bulma usually didn't wake up before him, but it was even stranger that she would leave the room without him. He couldn't sense her in the palace so he guessed she would be training.
The Saiyan Prince did his morning exercises and dressed in a pair of black shorts and a sleeveless blue shirt. Many of the women servants waved at him as he passed them in the halls just like every day after the women moved into the palace. Unfortunately for the women, Vegeta never waved back and only had one woman on his mind.
As he ventured closer to his personal training facility he noticed Bulma's ki. It was weaker than he had ever felt it. What the hell was going on?
Vegeta thought someone attacked her or maybe she was training with another one of Frieza's men. Both ideas made him angry. Oddly, neither was correct.
Once the door to the room was opened Vegeta spotted the blue haired woman laying flat on her stomach facing the control panel. She was still alive, but seemed to be unconscious. When Bulma didn't move to acknowledge that Vegeta had entered the room, he was sure his suspicions were on the mark.
He stood before the central computer that controlled the environment within his training facility. The machine was functionally normally for one hundred times the planet's gravity. Wait! That's it! She increased the gravity.
"Stupid female," Vegeta muttered as he decreased the gravity in the room.
He turned to see Bulma's body go limp after the tension lifted. The parts of her body that he could see were sweating. Her human body had a hard time withstanding the pressure. Vegeta was surprised that she wasn't crushed before he could get to her.
He gently moved Bulma underneath the water container and opened the spout. Cold water splashed on Bulma's face causing her to wake up with a mouth full of liquid. She moved away from the free flowing waterfall while coughing to catch her breath.
"Rise and shine," she heard someone say to her right.
She hopped to her feet when she saw Vegeta beside her with a smirk on his face. Her legs gave out and she ended up with her butt back on the floor. Bulma stared at her disobedient legs while what happened earlier in the day caught up with her.
She remembered leaving Vegeta in the room and going to his training facility. After the night before she was frustrated to say the least. Vegeta was right. Why would she be important to him? She hadn't been important to anyone since she was taken by Frieza. Besides she didn't have any of the qualities he looked for. She isn't strong, submissive, or heartless.
Staying with Vegeta would probably have an effect on her strength and she could be heartless if she had to be, but she will never be submissive. Bulma wanted to start working on one quality at a time. She reached the training facility and figured she would begin with strength. Vegeta told her once that he trains in stronger gravity to become stronger. Anything he could do, she could do better.
Regrettably she was forced to understand that he was on a different level than her. She cranked the gravity to one hundred times that of the planets, moved one foot, and found herself face level with the floor. Her muscles fought to keep her from crushing, but wouldn't hold up for long. The room started spinning and the last thing Bulma remembered was the door to the room opening.
Bulma came back to the present. "Thanks."
"What were you thinking?" Vegeta asked seriously. "It's amazing that the floor didn't swallow you whole. I can't save you from nature."
"I never asked you to 'save' me," Bulma retorted.
"Next time I'll remember that," the prince assured.
Bulma wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. No one infuriated her as much as Vegeta. Why couldn't he say that he would save her no matter the circumstances? Why couldn't he be the type of man her mother always told her about when she was young?
Vegeta watched as Bulma waged war within herself. He could tell that something he said upset her, but didn't care because she acted without thinking of the consequences. What if she died? What would Frieza do? What would he do? Vegeta didn't want to think about not having her around now that he was used to it.
"Never do something so ridiculous again," he commanded. "Your body can't withstand what mine can right now, but maybe with your tail and time it can work up to it."
That's it! Bulma had heard enough about her tail. She hated it. Frieza ruined everything when he gave her the stupid thing. She was going to demand that he take it back.
Bulma silently stood on shaky legs and walked as quickly as she could out of the room. She noticed Vegeta watching her through the windows as she passed. He had a confused look on his face. Probably because he knew she was headed for Frieza's part of the palace.
She rushed in and out of hallways. With every step she took her anger grew. What was so special about having a tail? Red covered her cheeks when she passed a group of warriors that were a canine species which also has tails. She imagined what kind of trouble they go through with having something furry protruding out of them. She huffed inside her head.
Finally she reached Frieza's throne room and spoke to the guard. "I need to talk to Lord Frieza immediately."
"State your purpose," the guard replied.
"This," she hissed as she grabbed her tail.
"Let her enter," Bulma heard Frieza say behind the guard.
She brushed past the guard and bowed in front of Frieza. To her surprise someone kneeled beside her. Her eyes caught fire when she saw Vegeta looking back at her.
"My, my. What seems to be the problem?" Frieza asked enthusiastically.
Bulma whipped her head back to the lizard. "I want it gone," she said while holding up the blue appendage.
"NO!" Vegeta roared next to her.
"Well, we have a disagreement on our hands," Frieza teased the all too serious duo.
"You have no say in this," she snarled at the Saiyan prince.
Before he could respond, Frieza interrupted, "On the contrary. Vegeta has complete control over you since he is your mate. I guess he forgot to tell you that after the first romping session."
Both pairs of eyes turned to the purple man. Bulma seethed when that bit of information hit her. He wasn't her mate and they never romped because he didn't want her.
Vegeta was angry for other reasons. Since the woman had to rush to see Frieza he was going to find out that they weren't officially mated yet.
"By the look in your eyes I can tell that someone has been putting off the inevitable," Frieza said while staring at Vegeta.
"It was merely precaution," Vegeta replied.
"Well, it is no longer needed. Let me make it easier for you, dear Saiyan. If you don't mate with her in two days, I'll give the last Saiyan female to Zarbon so he can do whatever he likes with her."
'Fuck!' was all Vegeta could think. Oddly, that's what was on Bulma's mind as well.
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