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A/N: I wanted to get this one edited and posted for you guys by the end of the weekend, looks like I sort of made it! This one is filler really, the next one carries back into the story line. But I hope that you like it none the less. I'll hopefully have the next chapter edited and completed in the next week for you all. I look forward to your feedback and reviews! Read and Review! Thank you all. Much love!
Saiya-jin Princess Chichi
When the Sun Sets
Chapter 9
Chichi rolled her torso cracking her back in the process, her arms stretching out over her head in the massive bed, the sheets tangling around her legs. Her toes brushed against the solid calf muscles of the legs wrapped together with hers, the black silk sheets binding them together and holding them in place. She couldn't say that she didn't find herself surprised at the warm body pressed against hers this morning, for she was surprised that he had indeed spent the night, well and most of the day with her. Part of her had figured that there would be some shame from him as she had found with mortals after the fact. But he had not snuck off when they finished and somehow it pleased her to bits.
Finding her way back against his body she draped herself over his defined chest and nuzzled her cheek against his flesh playfully. He was awake and she knew it, despite the fact that his eyes were still shut, his breathing gave him away. She could see him fighting off the smile as her fingers moved up his sides against his skin. If he wasn't going to play with her, she wasn't going to make it easy for him to continue resting. A smirk grew on her face as she nipped at the flesh on his pectorals, her sharp canines pricking him lightly enough that she didn't break skin.
The response she got was much to her liking. In a lighting fast reflex he had wrapped his arms around her and flipped their positions. His body now rested on top of hers, pinning her to the mattress beneath them. He scooted her up in his arms, his eyes meeting hers for the millionth time in the last 12 hours. His eyes left hers and traveled to her lips, finding her delicate pink tongue darting out to lick them.
He hardened again at the thoughts of what he would love to be doing to her, and she was clearly pleased with it as her smirk went from playful to devilishly seductive at the feeling of his erection pressing against her thigh.
"Again already love?" Chichi asked him coyly.
"It's your fault that I can't get enough of you." He buried his face against her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and small bites in his wake as his mouth traveled over her collarbone.
Chichi's tail tightened around his thigh, pressing him closer against her body, his actions drawing a hoarse whimper from her throat. She had screamed his name enough this morning, that she was most certain that by now anyone within earshot knew exactly who she had taken to her bed after the ball last night. If they kept this up she was sure that she would lose her voice completely. There was not one complaint regarding that, not at all.
"Down boy, down." She managed to gasp out as her hips betrayed her and ground up against him.
"Don't call me boy, I think I proved that to you last night." He mumbled against her flesh as his mouth found its way to her nipple, his tongue moving about it and being urged on by her arching her back giving him better access than before.
"Oh that you did love, that you did." Another little moan escaped her while he lavished her yet again.
Burying her hands in his hair she gripped tightly yet gently and guided his mouth back up away from her breasts to meet her own. Hungry kisses from the affectionate Saiya-jin engulfing her as she returned the same passion. He bit at her bottom lip, tugging lightly and earning yet another pleased little mewl that was suppressed by his mouth over hers. Despite her urgency to have him against her, she needed to pause the moment between them for his own good. Pulling away from the kiss she rested her forehead against his.
"Kakarot, I need to go feed, what I had last night is not enough to keep me going if this is the pace we'll be keeping up at." She gasped as he ignored her and laid kisses along her jawline, moving down toward her neck once again to find the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder.
He didn't remove his mouth from her flesh between kisses and bites "If I let you feed off me can I just keep you in bed like this?"
Chichi couldn't hold it back and moaned, her eyes rolling back at the idea of feeding from him and from him continuing to lustfully consume her body. For a moment she almost considered it, he smelled wonderfully and she was completely sure that he would taste just as wonderful, and not in the way that she had tasted him over and over this morning either.
"I don't know that I'll have enough control with you like this lover, and I don't want to hurt you." She wasn't going to lie to him about that, after all the bravado when he first showed up, he seemed to have forgotten just how dangerous she could be if her control slipped, even if only for a moment.
"If I let you feed from me does that change me?" He looked up at her to ask, his hands continuing to travel down her sides, to her hips, before his hands firmly cupped her backside.
"No, that would mean you feeding from me for that to happen, and I've to this point never changed anyone against their will." Running her fingers through his hair she smiled down at him, that was indeed a reassurance that she could give him. It was something that she was proud of and felt that it spoke to her civility and respect for others.
"You could do anything to me right now and I couldn't possibly refuse you." His mouth had gone back to her neck, torturing her while one of his hands slipped between her thighs to run his finger over the wetness there causing her to shudder under his touch.
As tempting as it was, and it was very tempting, she was not going to feed from him whether he wanted her to or not. He could beg her all day long and she would continue to refuse him time and time again. If and when the time came for that, she wanted to be sure that it was something that he was alright with, and not just because he was in a lust induced haze. The last thing she wanted was for there to be any bitterness regarding anything they had done, or to be accused of coercing him into it and controlling him through their bond.
"I'm not leaving you to go hunting, just let me ask my staff to prepare something for me. I'll only be gone a few minutes." Chichi kissed his forehead sweetly, letting her cool lips linger upon his warm flesh, reveling in the feeling of being pressed against him.
"Just have them bring it here then, I don't want you leaving this bed today." He had moved to pin her wrists above her head, smiling down at her and finding himself quite pleased with her slowly increasing frustration at his refusal to let her leave. Completely evidenced by the little pout that was starting to grace itself upon her lips.
"That I can do, but you'll still need to let me up to do so." Her eyebrow was arched at him as she watched his face. He was clearly too pleased with himself, and while she adored his cocky attitude she was terrified of losing her control with him.
Kakarot finally relented and rolled off of her petite form, receiving a chaste kiss to his lips and his forehead before she climbed out of bed stark naked. She padded across the floor, the remnants of the sun streaming in from the window and finding her bare behind as she made her way to the door. He was confident that she would grab her robe and then surprised when she grabbed absolutely nothing from her wardrobe and instead opened her door, naked as the day she was born. His eyes widened for a moment before a cocky smile plastered itself on his face, she stood naked in the doorway while he laid in her bed tangled in her silk sheets, the door wide enough for anyone to see what they had been doing all day.
It was almost like she was bragging, like she wanted the entire kingdom to know, and he adored it. Now if only she would get back to bed he would show her just how much he adored it. He could see the stunned look on the face of her handmaiden as she stood there taking the orders from her Queen, she mentioned the desire to cover her up and make her decent, but Chichi was having none of it. The guard standing off in the hallway was clearly less phased by the Queen's nudity as he remained at his post, his face not betraying a single emotion. Clearly they were much more poised to handle a woman of her caliber than he was. If he had been her guard, he would have been shamelessly flirting from the start. He supposed this was why Christian was so overbearing and jealous when it came to her, and he couldn't really blame him. Although moving forward if this foray continued he was going to have to back the hell off. The Saiya-jin male was not about to deal with competition, if this was where it was headed she would be his and he would be hers.
Chichi returned to the bed and straddled his lap, the sheet the only thing between their bare bodies. Running her fingers down from his chest to his stomach, letting her nails drag along lightly causing him to shiver underneath her, she inched the sheet that covered his lower half down, exposing the V of his muscular abs and hips.
"Do you always go to the door naked?" He asked in mock offense, the playful tone over riding the false jealousy.
"Not always, but I did want to show off a little. A woman has to stake her claim doesn't she?" She responded with a cocky smirk while biting her bottom lip.
Leaning forward she nipped at the curve of his neck before kissing his ear and taking it into her mouth, her tongue playing over his earlobe. He could feel the tip of her fang graze it and shuddered. He was really coming to like the feeling of her little bites, it gave him a rush. He could feel himself harden underneath her bottom and when she kissed back down his neck he could feel the smile dawning on her face as she pressed down against him.
The knock at her bedroom door caused her to roll off of him and tuck herself underneath the sheets as well, leaving him to cover his erection from the staff that entered. Pulling the sheet up over her breasts, she smiled warmly as the young looking blonde woman who entered her room, approaching the bedside she placed the relatively large flagon filled with what he assumed was blood down for her.
"Thank you Launch." Chichi was grateful to her, per usual. Launch was one of the handmaidens that she trusted the most and it had developed a bond between the two.
"Of course Your Grace." Turning toward the male in the bed she bowed her head out of respect "Mi'Lord."
The young blonde woman remarked to herself that she would bug her Queen about this later when the man wasn't around. She was the only handmaiden who intruded into the personal business of the Queen and was openly welcomed to do so. While the other handmaidens had been gossiping about the ruckus coming from the Queen's bedroom, she now knew first hand that it was not only true, but that it was indeed the Saiya-jin First Commander. Of course knowing this information, did not mean she intended on sharing it. Just as she hadn't shared her knowledge of Christian until Chichi herself had made it known. She shut the door behind her and made her way down the hallway, shaking her head as she went. Their Queen surely knew how to pick them.
Chichi picked up the goblet and sipped from it greedily, enjoying the taste sliding down her throat and the rush that went through her body. The sensation of being completely satiated filled her as she drank, returning the strength that had dwindled since her last feeding leaving her feeling completely rejuvenated. She downed the thick red liquid faster than Kakarot had imagined possible.
Kakarot watched her with a mixture of intrigue, confusion and a small amount of disgust on his face. Of course when that was read by the woman beside him, she rolled her eyes at him and placed the vessel down on the bedside table. Her reddened tongue darted out and licked a stray drop from her lips.
"If you find me so disgusting, you can leave you know?" She sulked at the perceived offense directed at her.
"No, I'm fine. But lord, do you breathe between gulps at all? The gross part is how quickly you put that all down, not what it was." Kakarot chuckled out, his eyebrow raised, he couldn't read her reaction and was taken by surprise a moment later.
"Pardon me for being hungry! I've ensured that you've been properly fed, I was hungry all day thanks to you! And no it's not human or Saiya-jin blood either." She pouted as she responded to a question that had not even been asked of her, leaving him blinking at her in confusion.
"I didn't a-" He wasn't given a chance to finish his sentence before she cut him off.
"You were thinking it though weren't you?! We have a specific set of livestock for feeding, we aren't barbarians!" Chichi responded her words clipped and her tone sharp, her arms crossing over her chest defensively.
"Is someone a little sensitive about this?" He couldn't quite figure out what had just happened, she had gone from being fine to near chewing his head off.
"No….. Possibly a little." Her voice dropped and she responded more calmly this time, it finally sinking in that it wasn't her and her dietary habits that bothered him at all.
Kakarot tucked the now pouting Queen under his arm and against his bare chest, kissing the top of her head. He wasn't sure how up until the night prior he had been able to judge her so harshly and hate her for her heritage. She was so much like the rest of the Saiya-jin women, she was prideful and a little bit arrogant, and with a temper to match. Although it seemed like so much else of her came from her other half. That otherworldly beauty was definitely one of them. While Saiya-jin women were beautiful, she lacked the battle hardened edges despite being capable of holding her own and being an adept fighter.
There was also a strong awareness that he was going to have to answer to his King when he saw him again. Disappearing for the better part of a day without providing his whereabouts was usually frowned upon. Although he had to admit that every second of this would be worth getting his ear chewed off for not following up with him. He was drawn away from his thoughts by the feeling of her fingers tracing patterns across his chest mindlessly while she stared toward the window and the sun preparing to set beneath the horizon.
They had spent the entire day in bed, albeit only a few hours had been had of sleep between them. And while he knew that he should be tired, he wanted to simply ravish her all over again, afterall he didn't know when that would happen again, if at all.
Chichi glanced up at him before bringing her hand to caress his cheek gently, a small smile playing on his face at the simple little touch. He found himself enraptured by every tiny little thing that she did. While he would have loved to blame the strange accidental bond between them, he couldn't help but feel that their connection was a little bit more serendipitous than some coincidence. Reaching down he took her chin between his fingers, leaning her face up to bring their lips together in the lightest of kisses.
Swinging her leg up and over his lap, she straddled him yet again, keeping the light playful kisses going, enjoying the feeling of their lips against one another. Without prompting she brought the heat back between them, pressing her breasts against his chest, her hands on either side of his head pressed against the headboard. Neither stopped to take a breath as he pulled her closer with one hand on her bottom and the other burying itself in her long inky hair. His tongue darted to taste her lips and she granted him that, meeting his in the fight for the dominance of it. He relented to her and allowed her control of the kiss, letting her delicate tongue dance around his while she pressed her hips down against him.
Leaving the kiss behind he stopped and let his eyes lock on hers as he pressed against her, grinding his hardness against the growing warmth between her legs. Chichi reached between them and rubbed the head of his manhood against the wetness causing him to groan out before she slid herself down onto him, his hips bucking up to press himself fully into her.
Chichi's own fingers found their way to her sweet spot while she continued to ride him, quickly rubbing in small circles, bringing herself closer to the edge. Her concentration faltered and she lost her rhythm, the tension beginning to coil within her. Kakarot's hands firmly remained on her hips keeping his pace within her, his eyes locked on her while she pleasured not only him but herself. His resolve began to crumble watching her and he felt that familiar feeling creep up on him. An idea came to him and he pulled her up and off of him receiving a whine in complaint, he guided her to lay beside him, her back to his chest. He pulled her body closer against his own and spooned her before sliding himself into her womanhood from behind.
Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her eyes widening at the change in sensation, this position stroking her in all the right places. His hand found her hips again and used them to keep his momentum up while he trust into her, his free arm underneath her moved to cup her breast, kneading it and playing with it. His actions pressing her more closely back against him. Her murmurs of how close she was urged him on, picking up his speed, his hips thrust to meet hers over and over again, filling her completely. When her velveteen walls began to convulse around him, her body shuddering while she struggled to moan out his name, he managed to thrust into her warmth a few more times before his body gave in and he spilled himself within her with a loud groan.
Her usually controlled and infrequent breathing was heavy and her chest rose and fell while her back rested perfectly against his chest. Kakarot's large calloused hands gently rubbed up and down her stomach, tracing up between her breasts to her sternum and back down to her pelvis, causing her to arch her back against him with a little whimper. Her eyes closed at his gentle touch and she simply smiled and nuzzled down against the pillow.
A knock on the door drew her away from her moment of peace, her chest heaving from the deep breaths she took to calm her heated body. She wanted to scream at whoever it was to go away, to essentially fuck off, but that would be unladylike of her and she knew it. Kakarot buried his face into her neck and her hair, snuggled up behind her, still resting inside of her while nipping at her skin gently.
"Your Grace? It's Lady Bulma."
Now she definitely wanted to snarl out, her best friend did have a knack for terrible timing, and apparently this was no different from any other time, except this time it irritated her more than ever before. Chichi pushed away from him, hearing his groan at the loss of intimate contact between their previously melded bodies. She reached for the previously discarded silk nightgown on her floor and slipped it over her head before pulling the sheets back up to cover the rest of her naked body. Kakarot could get away with it a little easier than she could with her advisor present.
"Are you alone?" Chichi bit out in irritation, hoping that Bulma would get the hint and just go away.
"Just myself and the guards your highness." She chimed in cheery response to the annoyed woman on the other side of the door.
When the prolonged silence rang through the air, Bulma took that as a passive acceptance of her request and opened the bedroom door, Christian and Mikael flanking her. The door shutting behind them as the conversation took a more private note.
"Chichi, I needed to ensure that you were safe, it came to my attention that last night amongst the chaos there was no guard on duty for your room." Bulma's concern was an obvious and realistic one considering how the ball had ended.
"That was fine by me, as you can see, I was well taken care of last night." Chichi smirked and her eyes met Bulma's, she knew there was a lecture coming, but didn't care in the slightest. The desire to be oppositional bubbling to the surface.
"Oh for goddess sake Chichi, there's an attack, and you're up here taking the First Commander to bed! Could you have a little more discretion during a crisis?!" Bulma lectured her, while inside she was clearly rejoicing at her best friend's current choice in bedmates, she needed to be the one to look the part of the responsible advisor and try to keep her on track.
"Nope." A smirk was written onto her lips, her eyes daring Bulma to chastise her further.
"Stop being a smartass with me, this is serious." Bulma sternly said to her, her finger wagging in Chichi's direction.
"You're over reacting Bulma, besides what harm could possibly come to me with one of the most powerful of the Saiya-jin Commander's sharing my bed?" Chichi's voice was smooth and calm, her smirk never leaving her lips as she continued to antagonize the frustrated woman.
There was an audible growl reverberating from Christian as he stood behind Bulma. Chichi's head snapped in his direction, a terse glare boring into him like a knife. His form had tensed, his hand grasping the hilt of his sword tightly enough that he shook with barely controlled rage. It was not hidden in the least, which drew the ire of the already irate Queen.
"As for you, if you so have a problem with this, I can have you removed from my personal guard. You are my guard not my husband, not my father. Mind yourself before I do it for you! Or need I remind you of your place?" She practically snarled out at him, if she had been properly dressed she could not guarantee that she would not have gone at him and that her fangs would not have been snapping out at his throat in rage.
Her voice was quickly rising, as was her temper, she had had more than enough of Christian's jealous ways. If he could not act accordingly as her guard she would ensure that he could act accordingly elsewhere. But this insubordination would not be tolerated, and most certainly she would not tolerate him attempting to assert any type of dominance over she or the Saiya-jin she had chosen to take to her bed. He was either going to remember his place within her court, or she would force him into his place in such a way that he would never consider stepping out of line with her again.
Bulma turned to look at Christian, signaling with her hand for him to exit and wait in the hallway along with the other guard who had been with her. He was not helping the situation any, and she realized that she should not have had him accompany her in the first place. The door slammed shut earning an even larger scowl from the petite Queen still wrapped in her blankets.
"Chichi I understand your frustration, but please do act appropriately considering that we have guests among us. Besides King Vegeta has been inquiring about his General this afternoon." Bulma spoke to her as if speaking to a teenage daughter, her hand now resting on her hip as she fought the urge to full on lecture her in front of their guest.
"I'm going to be rude for once so do pardon me, but Bulma leave me be. I will be down for dinner with the guests shortly. As for King Vegeta, tell him that his General is safe and attending to some personal matters. I'm sure he can deduce what that means on his own." Kakarot almost spoke up to ask her not to, but he assumed that Vegeta full well knew where he had run off to at this point, he was going to have to answer for it whether it was now or later.
"We can discuss military matters with His Highness after dinner, now if you'll excuse me." That had clearly been the elephant in the room that Bulma wanted her to be present and ready for, but that was not going to happen at the moment.
Chichi waved her hand dismissively at her best friend, receiving a middle finger over her shoulder in response. A small laugh leaving her lips before she rolled over and tucked herself under Kakarot's arm, snuggling comfortably up to his chest, the rhythmic lull of his heartbeat soothing her temper and easing her back into peace.
"You should cut her a break sometimes, she's only trying to do what's good for you." He mumbled against her hair, kissing the top of her head warmly. While he did agree that he didn't want to be disturbed, he couldn't deny that Bulma had a point.
"Now don't you go siding with her, I swear I'll drain you dry mister. She's been nagging me for the last 185 years of my life, she can wait another hour to continue." Chichi argued back, snuggling herself closer against his flesh instead of moving away from him.
This time he didn't bother arguing her on it, he knew that it was a battle that no one could win with the stubborn royal. He had seen her tend to her duties as she needed to, it was time for her to get a small break. Besides if she were to go now, she would get dressed and he would no longer have her naked body pressed against his own, and that simply would not do as far as he was concerned. Scooting down farther, he snuggled them into the massive pile of blankets together, her tiny nightgown riding up in the process and leaving her bare stomach against him. He figured that if he only had an hour left with her he was at least going to enjoy it.
Rolling onto his side he pulled her flush against him, her nose now pressed against his nose garnering a little giggle from her. He stared into her eyes for a moment before nipping at her nose playfully, getting swatted for it in the process. It was getting harder and harder for him to convince himself that he was going to have to leave her when all was said and done.
"Can we just stay like this?" He wasn't sure where that had come from, but it had been a thought he had been holding back all day.
"Silly, we're going to have to get up and join the party at some point soon." Her voice was playful and sweet as she gently ran the back of her fingers over his cheek.
"No I mean, like this, us together, just us." There was no use in going back now, he had already opened his mouth. It was indeed something he wanted, and while part of him recognized it as unrealistic, he had never wanted anything quite as badly in his life. He needed to at least try.
Her eyes widened and he could hear her breath hitch in her throat as she stared back at him like a deer facing the hunter with his bow. The slow beat of her heart picked up a bit and her warmed cheeks flushed. While she had been enjoying this, she had most certainly not been thinking that far ahead. No one had ever asked her to think that far ahead in her entire life, and only one other person had asked her for such a commitment in her lifetime.
"Kakarot, I… I don't know. I don't know at all." Her calm usually cool voice stuttered out. The doe like look of surprise never leaving her beautiful delicate features.
"Just think about it, you don't have to tell me now. But before the King and I leave. Just think about it." Kakarot fought the urge to run from the topic, the idea of her rejecting him becoming a weight upon his chest. But it was out there now and all he needed to know at some point was her answer.
The soul crushing rejection he expected never came. And while her lack of an answer left a dull ache within him, he could accept it for now. She hadn't outright said no, which kept the searing hurt at bay. At least for now.
Chichi had glided down the hallway elegantly, dressed in a simply dark purple dress with fine black details embroidered into the neckline and along the edges of the wide bell sleeves that hid her slender arms. And he in his royal armor with the cape attached, the Saiya-jin royal emblem clear on the chest of his shining white breastplate. Kakarot followed alongside of her diligently as they discussed things of little consequence, small distractions to pass the time, things that were proper for the ears of other guests to hear. Despite the talk varying greatly from their conversations in the last 24 hours, he felt comfortable in her presence and in her home, even if she had left him hanging earlier.
Many a negative thing that Kakarot had expected never came, she never told him no or to get lost, and his King didn't lecture him when they finally joined the guests in the dining hall for their meal. In fact his King had seemed so distracted by the Queen's blue haired advisor that he had barely acknowledged his presence at all. The other guests' chit chatted amongst one another while Bulma and Vegeta's attention remained on one another, at times turning to bickering and insults which the other guests pretended not to hear, while Chichi and Kakarot simply snickered at their interactions.
Dinner passed by them quickly, Chichi downing glass after glass of wine in a sorry attempt to calm her now frazzled nerves. Kakarot had put her on the spot in a way that no one before him had, every man prior had allowed her to set the pace and not put expectations on her, but him, he was different. He had gone from hating her and insulting her to asking her to be with him in only the matter of just over a month. And while she enjoyed his company thoroughly, she was unsure if she could offer anyone that kind of commitment, especially considering the responsibilities that were on her shoulders.
As the other guests retired to spend time in other areas of the palace, it left only the four of them dawdling around following dinner. Bulma had escorted them to the Queen's sitting room and had the doors shut behind them for privacy, asking one of the guards to stand by and ensure that they were not interrupted. Chichi had unceremoniously plopped herself down on the chaise closest to the window, while Bulma and Vegeta took their spots on one of the larger couches around the coffee table in the center of the room. Kakarot hadn't taken a seat and instead lingered by the large picturesque windows, settling himself against the sill of one of them, glancing outside as their conversation began.
"After last night's fiasco the palace has all but been on lock down. It's clear that their purpose is to take out Chichi, especially with this new alliance formed. Two of our own were found killed out by one of the smaller gates, it was how they got in here." Bulma calmly recapped the information for Kakarot and Chichi since they had missed the entire day.
"Bulma, we need to be sending our own out to scout and begin figuring out where they are setting up their encampments. We have no idea what their numbers are like and I don't like that at all." Chichi responded to her tersely, it was time to get down to business and handle the nuisance that lingered outside of her palace walls endangering not only her own life but that of her people and the Saiya-jin kingdom as well. While before she had only managed to keep it at bay, the time had come to extinguish the problem for good.
"Already done, Mikael sent out two of his most reliable men this evening at dusk to begin the search." Bulma looked down into the tiny book in her lap where she had taken cryptic almost undecipherable notes to discuss with her Queen.
"Woman, It's best that Kakarot and I stay here to keep an eye on things, he can provide protection as needed and it allows us to strategize instead of letting either of our troops dive in blindly." Vegeta countered leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees while he watched Bulma's face for a reaction.
"If I may Your Grace" Chichi herself began. "It's probably best that you stay here anyway, I wouldn't want you making the trip back completely unguarded yourself either. We don't know but their plans could be to take out the ruling Monarchs, creating chaos in the land." She had considered all of the options up to this point. Either it was to take her out and dismantle her kingdom, or it was to simply take them all out, creating a free for all for this scourge to run free, or it was simply about revenge for an old vendetta. Which it was, she was not sure.
"We can handle ourselves just fine Woman. But we will be staying put so these heathens can't endanger either Kingdom." It was a prideful defensive response. He didn't need anyone to look after him like a child, even if she was his elder.
Chichi nodded in agreement, while she wanted to argue with him about his snarky attitude, she couldn't find it within herself. Instead she swirled the wine within her glass, wishing that it would do anything to dull her mind at the moment, cursing both her vampire and Saiya-jin heritage for giving her such a strong constitution.
"Then that's settled, we can begin planning attacks this week and at least determine who will be fighting on the front lines." She said confidently, the checklist writing itself in her head to have her armor refitted and tested prior to wearing it into a fight.
"Chichi, you can't…." Bulma's eyes widened, the intention had been clear in Chichi's voice. She simply couldn't allow her on the front lines on the battlefield. She needed their ruler safe and well protected.
"That's enough Bulma. We're done with this for now. You will not chastise me in front of our company, do you understand me?" Chichi's voice was terse and commanding, leaving little room for question. If she so deemed it appropriate to be out there fighting with her soldiers, and amongst the ranks of the Saiya-jin soldiers, she would. Chichi would not have Bulma treating her like a breakable china doll.
"Do forgive me Your Grace." Bulma curtsied to her Queen before exiting the room in a frustrated huff.
While Bulma had always met some form or another of defiance from her friend and Queen, she had yet in nearly 185 years to be spoken to as an underling, especially in front of others. It unnerved her seeing the cold calculating look in her friend's eyes. And she intended fully on bringing this up later with her in private, because as her Queen she had the right, but as her friend she had the right to know that it had indeed hurt her feelings. The younger vampire would indeed find herself in private audience later, as something was clearly wrong and Bulma could not place her finger upon it. For the moment she would let it go and put it to rest.
Vegeta watched the whole interaction with silent interest, his beautiful vixen had obviously been bothered by the whole thing, but he would tend to her later. This was his moment to get the other ruler alone to speak with her regarding family issues, or something of the sort.
"Kakarot, leave us. I would like to speak with her Majesty alone." Vegeta calmly provided the order to his General.
Kakarot looked shocked for only a moment, his urge to snarl and refuse to leave her side warring with his logic. He had been given an order by his King and it would not be proper for him to outright refuse him. Besides the fact that he had no claim over the ebony haired monarch. He found a twinge of jealousy pulling at him when he glanced over to her to find that she had not even looked up at him, not in reassurance or anything else. He nodded and silently left the room shutting the door securely behind him, he would wait outside and escort them both back to their rooms when they were finished, as was his duty.
"Your Grace, I wanted to talk to you about what you mentioned, about our family." He began, being as proper and appropriate as he could be. His temper had blown many an opportunity for him, and he didn't want this to be yet another.
"King Vegeta, please, just Chichi, I really don't want such formalities between us, especially outside of the public eye." A small smile graced her pink lips, her gaze unfocused on the night sky outside of the windows.
"Fine then, you do the same woman." Vegeta responded, no disrespect in his voice, speaking more quietly than he usually did.
"Alright, Vegeta, what is it that you wanted to know?" She didn't mean to sound annoyed, but exasperation seeped from her despite her efforts to push it down. In all reality she wasn't annoyed at all, at least not with him.
"Tell me about our family, about what happened to bring us to war." As the question left his lips she found herself somewhat surprised, she had almost known that would be what he would ask, and yet it still surprised her to hear someone aside from Bulma discuss with her such a topic.
Chichi laid back against the chaise, her legs crossed delicately at her ankles as she sipped at the glass of wine, a sigh spilled from her lips, her chest rising when she took in a deep breath. Her eyes finally fell upon him, meeting his dark determined gaze. Whether or not she wanted to talk about this, she owed this much to him, he deserved to know his heritage and their history just as much as she did. And she had to face the fact that she was the last relative left alive to tell their stories, the last ones with the history books to illustrate their family's past. Beginning was the biggest problem, she had no clue how to tell this without being long winded.
"Well it was a long long time ago, maybe 196 years ago. My mother met your Great Grandfather after his first wife passed away during childbirth, their courtship was very short from what she told me and what is in our history books. They fell for one another, and she quickly came to love him and of course your Grandfather as well. She loved your Grandfather as she would her own son. They were happy for many years together before my mother finally birthed me. But as my Father came to power within your kingdom, he became power hungry, he wanted both your kingdom and mine all to himself, he became awful and cruel to my mother physically, verbally and emotionally. It was something that your Grandfather himself saw as he got older, and took it into his own hands. He overthrew his own father and made an alliance with my mother. That alliance lasted almost a 100 years before your father broke it."
"Do you remember my Great Grandfather well?" Something about his own kin abusing a female irked him deeply, leaving an unsettled feeling in his chest.
"I do, in my younger years, he was kind and warm. He spent much of his time with me and with my mother being a father and a husband. After he changed, your Grandfather very much took his place in my heart. Not as my father, but as my companion and someone I could confide in. He treated me as his own sister. Even unto his own deathbed he saw me as the baby sister that needed his protection. Losing him broke my heart to pieces." Chichi stood from the chaise and made her way across the room, perching herself on the coffee table on front of him so that they could focus on one another. She could tell that this topic bothered him greatly, while she had long ago come to terms with the situation.
"Why did my Father break the alliance woman?" He needed to know, he had been told his whole life that they were vicious creatures who had only killed their family and their people, and up until this treaty he had fully believed every word that had been fed to him. It was sickening to him, he had been blinded by hatred. How could he have not seen it?
"I wish I could tell you, I don't think my mother even knew, and if she did, she was never able to tell me. Although I suspect that your Grandfather's wife was jealous of myself and my mother's relationship with your Grandfather and poisoned your father against us his entire life. After his death it was much easier to do so as he no longer had that balance to see us through. He stopped viewing us as family, and began treating us as enemies. That was another blow for me, as I had been there at his birth, I had helped the midwife deliver him. I loved your Grandmother and your father as much as they would allow me to Vegeta." Chichi took his hand in her own two as she spoke, her eyes met his, her chocolate ones locking onto his almost dark coal eyes, ignoring his obvious discomfort at her close proximity.
"My father's council carried on his work after his death, they allowed me to continue the war that he started. He tore these Kingdom's apart and for what?" The bitterness and anger rung through with his words, not only had he been misled, he had lost so many good men for a false cause as had she. Simply because his Grandmother had decided that she was going to play games with their family and their lives.
"Pride my dear nephew, pride. Don't worry I blame you not for your father's war. It began before you were conceived. You were born into that hatred. And I could only sit by and wish for the family that I loved to come back to me." The sadness that she wished to contain clearly made it to her eyes, she attempted to blink back the stinging feeling that she was strangely unfamiliar with, she wasn't about to show such strong emotion to anyone aside from Bulma.
"Well woman, you got your wish." Vegeta said matter of factly, she certainly had gotten her wish, and it had truly come about in the strangest of ways.
"That I did Vegeta, that I did. Although I do wish it had been sooner. I would have loved to see you grow into the man you are today. Besides, I would have spoiled you rotten!" She couldn't help but chuckle at the idea, she would have been the worst aunt in the world to have around, he would have only needed ask for something and she would have immediately given it to him without question.
"You can still do that to Tarble. The boy does not have a strong disposition, he would appreciate the doting attention!" Vegeta smiled despite his grumblings about his younger brother, the boy wasn't strong, but he was bright and unlike so many other Saiya-jins, he required attention to thrive.
For the first time in a very long time, Chichi smiled, a wide uninhibited smile that reached her eyes and her soul. She felt complete, like her mother's death had not been in vain. The cryptic messages her mother had spoken in her final days seemed to make sense to her now, and it all felt like it would really be ok.
"Good! All of us Ouji's can't have the same stubborn thick skulled nature can we?" Chichi laughed out loud jovially, apparently there was only one who truly stood out from the pack in their family, and she absolutely couldn't wait to meet her youngest great nephew.
"Watch who you call thick skulled woman." He bit back half heartedly, he knew she didn't mean any insult by it, and he wasn't actually insulted as he would usually be.
"Oh shush. Do you mind?" She stood before him, her hand extended. His silent nod was all she needed. Leaning in she gently placed a kiss on his cheek with a smile, fighting off laughter when he grumbled at her obvious affections and invasion of his personal space.
"Thank you Vegeta, for everything." Chichi's usually strong and demanding voice was soft and sweet, her eyes glittering with joy.
"We should get back to those two, that moron General of mine and your advisor would be lost without us." Vegeta stood from the couch following her lead, a slight blush still dancing on his cheeks. He was not used to affection, especially from female family members.
"That they would." Chichi placed her empty wine glass on the table and lead the way out of the room, Vegeta following closely behind her. Opening the doors into the hallway, she found Kakarot still standing there loyally keeping scrutinizing watch over the room containing the two royals.
For the second time that evening, she smiled, and it really did reach her eyes.
