A/N: I just can't help myself.
Chapter 10
The Next Step
"I think it's time that this little prank war between 'our children' comes to an end, don't you agree, Vegeta?" Lydia had started turning her wheels again. "And how do you propose we stop them, Lydia? They both are so engrossed that it has become a lifelong mission for them to best the other." The king retorted. "I know, but the only reason they are attacking each other is because they both want to screw each other's brains out, but neither wants to be the first to admit it." The queen was growing frustrated with the couple's lack of progress. "Yes dear, I agree. But even the saiyan king and queen may not be strong enough to get the two most stubborn beings in the entire universe to lower their pride for one night." "Oh, there is a way, my love. I've been thinking. What about a royal banquet. Bring them out of their childhood. Let Vegeta see Bulma as a grown, beautiful lady, and let her see him as a regal gentleman. Add a couple of alcoholic drinks, and we'll be grandparents before you know it." (Even warrior mothers are obsessed with grandkids!) The king smiled at the prospect of his growing lineage and additions to his family. "Lydia, you are still the genious that I fell in love with twenty years ago." "And you are still the crafty old man that tricked me into giving you my heart, dearest." "I will start the arrangements this afternoon, but for now, what do you say we retire to our chambers to celebrate our newly hatched plan." Playing superspy with his wife always left the king more than aroused. "Why the chambers, Vegeta? Let's go to the guard barracks like we used to." The queen had the evilest smirk on her face. "Oh, naughty, naughty, oh great Queen of the Saiyans."
Later that day
"A banquet! That sounds wonderful." Bulma was excited with the upcoming event. "Yes my dear, it will be a formal occasion, with plenty of food, drink, dancing, and merriment. I think you will have a wonderful time. I'll send my new maid to your chambers later this evening with your gown." The queen still loved to dote upon her 'adopted' daughter.
But in the training facility…
"Father, you and mother will never cease to surprise me with your unending supply of stupid ideas. It will be a complete waste of my time. I have much better things that I could be doing instead of going to some silly party." Vegeta was never one for social events and this was no exception. "And what would those better things be, my son? Continuing your irritation of my advisor." The King knew that he struck a nerve with his over confident offspring. Just the thought of his ongoing war Bulma made him smirk to himself. Vegeta would never admit it, but he was glad to have finally found an opponent that could keep up with him every step of the way and parry each attack. He found himself almost looking forward to the daily humiliation that the blue haired minx was cooking up for him. "Not that it is any of your concern, old man, but I am merely showing that witch the proper respect for her Prince." Vegeta spat. "It seems, my flesh and blood, that all you are doing is baiting her to keep knocking you on your royal ass. All I am asking is to take a night off from your games and enjoy yourself. Perhaps you will have more fun than you think." The King felt like he was luring Vegeta into a trap, and his primal instincts had awaken. "Will she be there?" Vegeta asked. "It is my understanding that your mother has invited her, but I am warning you, Vegeta, you will not participate in any of these silly pranks the night of the banquet. You are not too old for me to bend you over my knee, you know. Do I make myself clear?" "Crystal, father."
15 minutes before the banquet
Bulma stood staring at her own reflection and did not recognize herself. There she was, decked out in Vegeta finery. Her gown was dark red, contrasting beautifully with her blue hair and light complexion. It was strapless, wrapped tightly around her chest, exposing her ample bosoms. It was tight, just until it reached underneath her bust. The bottom part of the dress was hanging loosely, but with a slender hem to show off her long, thin figure. The foot of the dress pooled around her feet, giving her the illusion that she was gliding when she walked. Her hair was swept up, tied in an artistic pattern at the crown of her head, with loose tendrils hanging down, in which they looked like very thin rivers flowing down her chest straight into her cleavage. She had little makeup on, only wearing shiny glitter on her eyebrows and cherry lipstick. She was, for lack of a better term, breathtaking. "Man, the queen's stylists went all out. If I look this good, the Queen must look spectacular. Well, let's get this show on the road."
The two Vegetas sat side by side, with the Queen on the King's left and Ilia on the Prince's right. The king had explained to his son that until Vegeta had officially announced who his new mate would be, Ilia would still be considered as his fiancé. This irked Vegeta to no end. 'I only have 1 ½ months left. My rivalry with the woman has delayed my search longer than I had intended.' With that thought, Vegeta recalled all of the memories he had so far of taunting the woman, of her giggling at his misfortune. He sat drowning in his memories when he saw the tall double doors open into the banquet hall and looked to see who was walking in.
"She's beautiful. Is she one of the nobles? I wander if she is spoken for. Well, if not, I'm going for her."
Bulma couldn't help but smile and turn a little cocky with the compliments that were being spilled all over her. At that moment, she knew that she was going to be the center of attention for the better part of the evening. She started to do a runway walk straight towards the royal family. "You've really outdone yourself this time, Lydia. She's an absolute vision." The king couldn't help but admire the beauty that was radiating from Bulma. "I know, I will expect the first grandchild to be named after me," remarked the Queen. Ilia couldn't help but overhear the royal parents' fawning over the former slave and grew jealous quickly, even more so when she caught Vegeta practically drooling over her blue haired rival. "Well, if you ask me, she looks like a cheap hooker and her appearance is an embarrassment to the class of the royal family." Ilia couldn't wait to get her jab in at Bulma.
"Well, oh big mouthed one, that is why nobody asked you. And where do you get off calling somebody a hooker. If you show me a man in here that you haven't consorted with, I will show you a man that has just landed here." Vegeta hissed back at Ilia. Her jealousy was causing him alarm and he did not want her to get in the way of his plans for the evening. Since the first moment that Bulma walked in, Vegeta immediately abandoned his plot for besting her in their prank war, and started strategizing his seductive assault. "We shall see who will conquer who this very evening," he commented to himself as he walked over to his prey.