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Chapter 10; The Beginning
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Vegetasei, many years ago.
"Sir, it's about time you found a mate." The bulky saiyan crossed his arms, shaking back his ankle-length mess of spiky black hair. King Vegeta had just turned 35 years old, and was still mate-less. This spelled catastrophe for the Saiyan race; kings were required to be mated two years after ascending to the throne. King Vegeta had been ruling for well over 5 years! His father, the previous King Vegeta, had died at an unusually young age, and his son, the present king, had been forced to take his father's place. The universe was far from being at peace, and the people needed reassurance that if anything was to happen to their beloved king, he would have an heir to replace him.
The king sighed, his eyes closing tiredly at the thought. He had no particular interest in finding a mate anytime soon; females were trouble and he knew it. Besides, nobody was stronger than him; what was the point in mating with someone weak? She would only make him weaker, and he despised weakness. Of course, the king knew that one day he was going to need an heir, but did he really need a mate for that? Surely, Vegeta could find an acceptably strong female that would be more than happy to carry his son. Mating bonds were an unnecessary restraint that he intended to have no part of.
Vegeta had been a cold hearted king for as long as he had ruled Vegetasei. After seeing his father die in such a pitiful way, he decided that his kingdom would not be ruled by any form of kindness. Kings were meant to be harsh, cruel even, and that was the way he intended to be.
"Sir, I am sure I could find quite a few females that would jump at the chance to mate with you," the saiyan said, fear leaking into his voice. He knew how much the king loathed the idea of mating, but the kingdom needed an heir!
"I do not see the purpose of this." Vegeta spat, looking past his servant. The man was weak; he did not deserve Vegeta's full attention. "I do not need the burden of a weak mate. When the time is right, I'll simply choose a female to carry my son."
The saiyan brought his hand to his mouth, horrified. "You mean...a child born outside of the mating rules?" That had never happened before! Especially in the royal family! It would be a disgrace to the name Vegeta; to the whole planet! He could not let it happen! This child would be a bastard! A bastard prince!
"That's exactly what I mean." The king knew what was going through the mind of the saiyan right now. Of course, he would not let the people know about all of this. He would simply kill the female once his son had been born. That way, he would not have to carry the burden of a weak mate, and he would have a son. The plan seemed perfect to him.
"As you wish my king." He was not going to argue with the king, but it did not mean this was over. He was going to organize a search through the whole planet; they would find the strongest and prettiest woman there is, and the king will have no choice but to fall for her.
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"Yes, sir!" A line of sayians stood at attention, their hands raised stiffly to their foreheads in respectful salutes.. They had been ordered to search Vegetasei for strong, attractive, single females. They had been given scouters and fighting equipment. Of course, it was not likely any of them were going to fight back; who wouldn't like to mate with the King Vegeta himself?
The soldiers had been sent to different regions in groups of five. As long as no one attempted to resist, they went politely from door to door and evaluated the ki and beauty of every female in every single house. Some of them were excited by the idea mating with the king, while the eldest seemed neutral.
A maximum of one female from every region could be brought back by the groups; the strongest one. In the end, six females were carried back to the castle to be met by King Vegeta, some of whom had been ripped, crying and struggling, from their families.
Vegeta had been left in the dark, and was unaware of what his soldiers were up to. Had he known about their little endeavour, he would have put a stop to it immediately. Naturally, it had been quite hard to keep the secret among the people; a great many females were excited about the idea of becoming the queen of Vegetasei.
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"What do you want?" asked the king, his tone suggesting both anger and annoyance. The stupid saiyan was back again, and the king did not feel like dealing with another speech about mates.
The saiyan bowed respectfully, mentally weighing his chances of escaping the situation alive. "Sir, we have guests." He knew the king would not be please to learn about the scheme, but there was no other choice.
"What do you mean guests? I am not expecting anyone."
The saiyan could not hide his smile. "Some females will be staying at the castle for a few weeks, your majesty."
The shocked king brought his hand to his face, then raked it back through his spiky hair. "You had this all planned didn't you? You traitorous weakling! I will not be meeting those females; consider yourself lucky if I even let you leave! You do not plan behind the king's back!"
The saiyan knew the king was upset, but he did not believe he would kill him. He would calm down, and play along with this plan. He had no other choice; the people would get upset, and they did not need a revolt. Not now; times were bad enough with the growing threats.
"Sir, you do not understand! Please, simply take a look at them, and if none of them catches your attention, you can leave and I will never mention it again." They had found the perfect female for him; he wondered if she was not more powerful than even the king himself.
The king sighed, visibly angry. "Fine. Two minutes." He was wavering between anger and genuine worry at the moment; were his subjects really so worried that something would happen to him? Their fears were unfounded; nobody could kill King Vegeta, and he knew it. Nobody would ever be strong enough for that.
"Thank you, your majesty!" The saiyan bowed one more time, then turned and led the king to the room in which all the females anxiously awaited their audience with the King.
When the men entered the audience chamber (which was more of a living room than anything else), the five females looked up from their seats, their faces hopeful. The king scanned the room quickly and scoffed. There was nothing of interest in the room. "Nope," he growled, turning abruptly on his heel and striding away. The women began muttering angrily while the servant simply gaped at the King's retreating back, utterly shocked. He hadn't even given the women a full minute of his time!
The saiyan rubbed his forehead with his index and thumb, ready to give up, when he looked around. Five. Where was the sixth one?
As the king stalked away from the room, relieved to finally be done with all the stupidities, a certain ki caught his attention. It was immensely high, equal to or perhaps even greater than his own! Nobody was as strong as him! What was this nonsense? He walked toward it, his gait slow and cautious, and found that it was coming from the training center. As he poked his head into the room, he spied a female. She had long black hair that stopped just above her breasts and big black eyes filled with an overwhelming amount of anger. She was blasting aqua energy balls at a training target, but her head snapped towards the King the moment her scouter reported his energy signal to her.
"Your majesty," she said, a hint of sarcasm coloring her voice.
The king smirked as he approached her; she was easily the most powerful female he had encountered so far. Why did he have the feeling that his servant, Fresca, had planned this? "I am King Vegeta," he said, extending his hand to the woman.
The female extended her hand in return. "Celera."
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As King Vegeta bit Celera's neck, he felt a rush of power envelope him. Her blood dripped down her chest as he bit as second time to finish his 'V' mark on his newly created mate's neck. Her blood tasted so sweet; he licked his lips greedily, savoring the flavor. The King felt a curiously pleasant sensation as Celera bit down on his neck to leave her own mark; he felt almost as though he were getting more and more powerful by the second! A light yellow aura started to form around the king. His ki was increasing with every bite his new mate was taking; every drop of blood that wound its way down the contours of his toned, muscular chest.
Celera had not felt the same way when he had bitten her. A sharp pain had gone through her whole body as she had felt his teeth going through her flesh; if anything, she had only felt weaker after the mark had been made. She knew exactly what that meant; Celera was more powerful then Vegeta, and by biting him she had shared her own great power. Conversely, when he had bitten her, his weakness had automatically leeched her power from her without giving any of his own in return.
The queen was more powerful than the king. He had probably known it from the moment he felt her energy, but it was irrelevant now; the mating bond had equalized their energy levels. The mating bond had also obligated Celera to give Vegeta her obedience and loyalty until her dying day; after all, Celera was Vegeta's forever… he was not about to give her up. The more powerful she grew, the more powerful he would become. And, to Celera's great annoyance, it did not go the other way; if he was to get more powerful, she would remain at her present power level. Females, though certainly capable of defending themselves, had not been created as the stronger sex. Naturally, questions often arose as to the motives of the females when they agreed to mate with males that would only end up sapping their energy in time. It seemed almost a lose-lose situation for the women.
Among Saiyan women, the maternal instinct was decidedly… lacking. Fighting was in their blood, and if the woman were to have a child, she would be stuck with the brat until it was old enough to be train. Of course, nearly every female ended up having a child eventually, but that was only to continue the race. Most of the time, the women would make the decision to begin a pregnancy only after being grievously injured or arriving at the age where they were considered too old to fight any longer. It was almost rare these days to find a female that actually cared. The only female that would have a child at a young age, and in perfect health, would be the queen.
Celera did not quite enjoy that part of being a queen. She did not want any brat; she found them quite useless, and she felt the thing would simply get in her way. It had been made very clear to the king that if the first child was a boy, she would not carry any other child. The King had agreed since all he needed was one. Of course, the queen wanted the brat as soon as possible to get rid of the horrible task.
The Queen Celera was far from being a nice person, contrary to common perception. She had a purpose for every little thing she did. After all, hadn't she managed to gain power over the whole kingdom? She was now the queen of Vegetasei, and all of those weak, pathetic saiyans had to obey her! Plus, she was going to be very important when she carried the heir of the empire.
Celera turned her head and looked at the naked King lying beside her. He still had some blood dripping down his shoulders as he recovered from the huge power that had taken over his body. She smirked; he had no idea how easily she could manipulate him. She brought her hand to her neck and touched her own mark. Her blood was still very warm since the mark was fresh. She would have to be careful; now that they were mated, he could sense her. Heck, he would probably be able to read her thoughts soon…
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A young boy was curled peacefully in a golden crib, fast asleep. He was around one or two years old and had spiky black hair. Celera was sitting on a chair right beside the crib, a smile on her face. This little brat there had helped her achieve the highest level of mating; she and the king were now sharing one life.
When the boy had been born, she had begun to fear for her life; she was no longer of any use! Celera had wanted to protect her life, so she had decided to use her manipulative side to control the king on a totally new level. It was quite simple; the female had to get a mark and both mates would share their lives. If one was to ever die, the other one would die too.
The queen had told the king that the boy would need a mother to take care of him until he was old enough to train; and if she were dead, that would leave their only precious child motherless. The king was such a busy man that he would not have had the time to take care of him! The king had accepted her request, considering the life of his heir, never once bothering to think of his mate's life.
The procedure had taken no more than a couple of seconds, but that tiny increment of time had changed everything. Some of the king's hair had been dipped into glosh, a substance that acted a little like gold (though far more flexible when dry), and then dipped into the king's blood, heating it to an extraordinarily high temperature. The king had then stamped it on the queen, leaving a mark on her lower back that said, 'Vejiita's'.
It had ruined her perfect back, but it had been more than worth it. Now, the king's life was attached to Celera's life; and since the king quite enjoyed his own existence, she no longer feared assassination at his hands. Neither did she fear death from any other sources; the people had been informed of the newest bond and would be loath to kill her… At least not until the boy was old enough to take his father's place. That was, if the boy was going to live, anyway.
A soft yawn pulled the queen out of her thoughts; she turned to see her child waking; rubbing tiny fists against his eyes and stretching his arms with a sleepy grunt. He turned and looked up at his mother with deep onyx eyes. He did not have a smile on his face, but rather a frown.
"Don't worry, I can't stand you either."
It seemed like the little boy could hear her; he grew suddenly enraged, and, with a burst of infantile power, destroyed his whole crib. The child had certainly inherited his parents' fighting abilities and power levels.
"Little Vegeta," said the queen, picking the boy up from the floor, "you're going to be a lot of trouble, aren't you?" She frowned at him. "Little brat…"
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"Idiot."
"Who are you talking about mother?" Young Vegeta was sitting on his own little throne right beside his father's throne. His mother had been muttering a steady stream of swear words for a couple of minutes now, but nobody was around.
Celera turned to her son, a cold expression on her face. He had turned out to be just like his father. Though Prince Vegeta was only 4 years old, he was undeniably becoming a carbon copy of the king. Celera often wondered if the only things he had inherited from her were her strength and her cold-hearted attitude towards others. The boy could not stand to be around anyone! In fact, she was almost certain that he was incapable of feeling any emotions, much like Celera herself. She could not feel pain or love, and she could not bring herself to care. The only feeling Celera remembered having was lust; but that in itself was no feeling.
"Your father." She feared he was going to find a way to break their bond so he could kill her. Apparently, when two mates created they bond they had created, they were supposed to feel each other's every pain; each and every injury down to the most insignificant of paper cuts. But she and Vegeta Sr. had never shared such a strong link. The King had come to the conclusion she was betraying him, and wanted to get rid of her. He had assumed that the boy was old enough to be motherless. Of course, if he could not break their bond, he was going to have to endure having her around. With the bond intact, Celera's death meant King Vegeta's death as well.
Celera had tried to convince him she was not fooling around with anybody else, but he had not believed her. Why would she waste her time with another male when she had not even wanted the one she had ended up with? Her instincts were the only reason she could tolerate being around King Vegeta for any length of time; saiyans acted a lot on instincts.
Saiyans were not, of course, truly animals, but comparisons could be made. When saiyans had no mates, they would become very sensitive to all the odors females could create. A non-mated female would have a very special and defined smell, especially when they were aroused. One two un-mated saiyans let go of their desire, it was only pure lust. That kind of situation could be very dangerous; in the heat of the moment, the saiyans ceased rational thought and acted purely upon impulse and lust. Mating was possible in such situations, but could prove disastrous when the saiyans came to their senses and were forced to face what they had done in the heat of passion. By then, it was too late to change anything.
The reason the queen could tolerate being around the king was that he satisfied her needs. She was a saiyan like everybody else, and she had some needs that had to be satisfied. After all, it wasn't as though anybody else would want her now.
Indeed, saiyans refused to take any other saiyans that had separated from their mates or chosen to behave promiscuously. The issue was more respect than anything else; respect and pride. A saiyan should have one saiyan partner and that was it. There were, of course, always the low classes who would take anyone; but they did not matter. Thye had a defect, just like saiyans who would mate with non-saiyans. Saiyan females generated a certain smell; the reason male saiyans were attracted to female saiyans only.
Celera turned her head to look at her brat, who was still looking at her. The boy had no expression on his face; he was simply staring at her intensely, his features set in his usual sour expression. He knew she was his mother, but in a way, he could not help but to despise her. She had never brought anything good to their family; he had long since determined that his father's immediate response to her every wish was a sign of weakness.
He would not get a mate. Mates only created weakness.
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Celera was holding a baby in her arms as she walked towards the lab. It was a little girl with blue hair, wrapped in a pink blanket. She had an evil smile on her face as she carried her; this little girl was going to be the key to her infinite power. Entering the lab, she laid the baby down on the table and began looking through bottle and tubes filled with blood and hair. She needed to find it; where could it be?
After each royal member of the family was born, a piece of the newborn's hair was cut and a vial of blood drawn. She needed to find Vegeta's. There it was! Celera shook the hair out of its container first and dipped it into the glosh. It was ready after only a few seconds, so she set it aside to dry and turned back to the baby girl. Their gazes met for only a second before tears welled in the infant's eyes and a wail issued from her tiny throat. Celera rolled her eyes at the child.
"Almost done, you insolent brat!"
When the glosh was dry, she dipped it into the prince's blood, soaking it. "Here we go." She smiled cruelly. "We don't have to let them know what we are doing, now do we?" She was only supposed to mark the baby as one might mark a cow, a brand of sorts, but Celera intended to do far more than that. Of course, Vegeta and the little brat were not mates, but she did not think it would matter. They would not be in contact with each other until they became mates, so nothing could go wrong with the bond.
The tiny baby she held in her arms had the potential to far outclass any other saiyan, including Celera. In fact, even at her current age the child was nearly equal to Celera's power level. The Queen would not let that happen! She intended to be the greatest, the most powerful of all the saiyans, and if others were in her way, they would have to be dealt with. The plan was simple: with the blue saiyan and Prince Vegeta bonded, the death of one meant the death of another. It would take next to no effort to kill the blue saiyan; no one bothered to watch for assassins aimed at her. With the bond in place, Vegeta would die when the blue saiyan died, leaving no one in Celera's path except her beloved husband. Not that he would be much of a problem…
An evil smile graced the queen's features as she approached the little baby, ready to bond her to the prince forever. "Here we go." She unwrapped Bulma from her little pink blanket, revealing her naked back. Then, without a warning, she marked her for life with the word "Vejiita's".
The poor little baby, unprepared for such a magnitude of pain, let out a bloodcurdling scream that echoed through the whole castle. "YOU BRAT!" Now everybody in the castle had probably heard her! Celera had not screamed when it had been done to her, although it had been a very intense pain since the bond linked the very life forces of those being bonded.
The queen took the baby in her arms, and wrapped her in her blanket. "All done."
And nobody would ever know about this; or at least no one would ever comprehend the true meaning behind her actions. The fools had believed her every lie.
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Vegeta was completely frozen as he looked at Bulma's mark. He wanted to stop staring at it, but he could not bring himself to tear his eyes from it. Bulma, on her side, was wondering what Vegeta was doing; why wasn't he dropping her on the ground carelessly like he had done so many times before? She tried to move her head to see what he was doing, but all she could catch a glimpse of was him staring back at her, his onyx eyes intense.
What could he possibly be looking...The mark! Bulma tried to remove herself from his grip, but Vegeta would not let go. He was squeezing her tightly, lost in his thoughts.
Vegeta could not help but wonder how she could have gotten such a thing. Why would she have his saiyan name on her back? Did she do it to herself? Without even thinking, his fingers trailed down her back, coming to rest lightly atop the branded skin. A shiver ran down the prince's spine. What in the world…? The mark was very deep; it was actually carved in her skin. There was no way she could have carved this into her own back; if it had been done willingly, somebody else had helped her. Unless Frieza had done it… that was always a possibility.
"How did you get this?" he asked, still in some kind of trance. Vegeta had no idea why, but he felt very aroused at the moment, and the more he rubbed his fingers against the mark, the more aroused he became.
Bulma gave him another glance, to make sure he was talking about her mark. "I don't know," she said, trying to ignore the sudden jolt of white-hot pleasure she felt every time he stroked the mark.
"Did Frieza do this?" It would be just like him to do that. But then again, why would he want her to belong to him? No, this mark seemed to be so much more than Frieza marking a pet for someone else.
Bulma shook her head to her prince. "I had it before. I noticed it for the first time on the ship, but I know I had it before." Finally, the blue saiyan allowed herself to go limp, sliding easiloy from Vegeta's arms.
"Who did this to you?" Vegeta's voice had taken on the irritated tone she knew so well. Why did she have that on her back? Until now, he had never heard of a blue saiyan! How could she be marked as his?
"I DON"T KNOW!" He had no right to be angry at her simply because she had his name marked on her back. It's not like she did it to herself! "I don't ever remember getting it, I was probably too young! I just know it's there."
"Who were your parents?" Since Bulma had apparently decided not to get up, Vegeta sank down into a crouch beside her, his mind churning as he tried to puzzle out this newest mystery. Every day he was around this damn female, and every day she became more and more of a mystery to him! How could one person be surrounded by such a complicated web of secrets?
"Kakarot and Chi Son." Vegeta simply nodded at her answer, letting her know he knew them. Bulma felt a little pinch in her heart as she thought back on her deceased parents.
Vegeta rolled his eyes as he saw her getting emotional. "You will have to stop that crap." Bulma raised her eyes, her expression at once confused and offended. "Emotional Crap. Saiyans aren't supposed to be all sensitive."
"They're supposed to be angry assholes?" Bulma crossed her arms in front of her chest, never foreseeing the slap that had her head ringing a moment later. Shocked, her mouth dropped open. He had not just hit her… Bulma's blood boiled as rage rose within her; this was her prince alright, but he no right to hit her. She glared at him, her cerulean eyes promising retribution.
Vegeta simply laughed. "You think you scare me?" He pretended to take a good look at her by moving his eyes up and down her body. "I could break you in half in less than five seconds; don't even start with me."
"That's what Radditz said," muttered Bulma, under her breath. The bastard had not thought that she could not kill him, or even hurt him; she had proven him wrong.
"What?" asked Vegeta; he thought he had heard the name Radditz. "What did you say about him?" He was not aware Bulma had ever met Radditz, let alone knew his name. On the other hand, she was a saiyan; she had probably tried to gather as much information as possible about her kind.
"Who?" Bulma pretended to not know what he was talking about. "What are you talking about?" There was no way she could admit what she knew to Vegeta!
Vegeta shook his head. "I know you said his name, I heard you, female." What could she have to do with Radditz? She certainly had not killed him; earlier she had not even been able to hit him! "You met him before?"
Bulma nodded. After all, it was true; he had brought Vegeta into the Medical Lab a couple of times, and she had even taken care of Radditz a couple of times. "In the Medical Lab."
Vegeta grabbed her wrist, and brought her closer to his body; he stopped when their knees were touching. "That's it?" Bulma nodded again. "Liar."
Bulma worked to hide her shock. "What?" There was no way he knew what she had done to Radditz! But would it be that bad if he knew? Would he even be mad at him, or at her? After all, murder without reason was punished very harshly according to saiyan law. Anyone found murdering without sufficient cause was subject to the death penalty. Of course, she'd had have a fairly good reason to kill him; he had been blackmailing her. Besides, he had pushed her; he had been asking for it.
Vegeta simply smiled, his grip tightening on her wrist. "I know you're lying. I don't know why you are lying, but I know you are." Slowly, the prince's grip slackened; Bulma's breath hitched in her throat as his hand trailed sensually down to rest on her exposed thigh. Then, as he started rubbing the inside of the sensitive flesh, she felt a burning sensation coming from her back. What? She had felt that before; when she had given him a massage.
Vegeta seemed to notice the change in her facial expression; he leaned towards her, his hand reaching around to touch the mark almost instinctively. His own expression became one of shock and he yanked his hand away, staring at it in incredulous silence. Confused and concerned, Bulma also glanced down at the prince's hand and the blood dripping from it. Immediately, without truly thinking about what she was doing, Bulma dipped a finger into the glistening ruby liquid; the scent confirmed her worries that she was the one bleeding. She knew exactly where the blood was coming from; her mark.
A blinding pain blossomed suddenly in Bulma's head; she clutched at her forehead instinctively, trying to ease the throbbing. Vegeta's name was drawn uncontrollably from her lips, coming out in a pleading moan. Poor Bulma felt as though she had no control over her body; she was wreathed in pain and burning with lust.
The next thing she knew, Vegeta's open mouth was pressed to her neck, his hot breath giving her the most interesting sensations. Bulma shivered as the prince's teeth grazed her sensitive flesh.
Quite suddenly, Bulma felt her blood rush through her body; was he going to bite her? She could feel his desire to taste her flesh; to leave his mark on her. She did not think that Vegeta had any control in what he was doing anymore; he was simply acting on an impulse. But why? Did it have anything to do with that strange mark she had on her back? After all, he had seemed hypnotized ever since he had laid his eyes on it.
Bulma did not believe it was anything more than a simple mark. What else could it be, anyway? The blue saiyan could not push her prince away; her body felt curiously heavy, as if she could not move. Maybe it had something to do with the blood loss she was experiencing. Since her wound had begun to bleed, the flow of blood had increased steadily; it showed no signs of stopping. Though she couldn't move, Bulma was acutely aware of the blood pooling beneath her; she knew her shirt must have been soaked with it. Yet, despite the blood, Bulma could not understand why she was in such terrible pain. Something was not right about her, like there was a part missing. One thing was quite strange; the more Vegeta nibbled at her skin, the less intense the burning became.
Vegeta knew that all he had to do was let go and bite the woman beneath him. It would be so easy, so simple… Yet, he knew he could not do such a thing; the female was too weak. He would simply hurt himself, and his chances to beat Frieza. He had to wait, but he had such an urge to bite her neck and make her his! Vegeta had never experienced such an intense yearning before.
"VEGETA?"
Vegeta's head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Nappa was standing directly in front of him, his face showing disbelief. Bulma was laying still, not having the strength to move, but Vegeta realized what a compromising position they were in and rose to his knees, striving to keep his face neutral.
"What do you want, Nappa?" Vegeta crossed his arms in front of his chest, clearly annoyed with the older saiyan. Then, it hit him; Nappa had no idea about the girl. Well, Vegeta was not quite sure he wanted him to know. After all, Nappa's manners were worse than his own; the foolish brute would most likely jump Bulma any chance he got. But Bulma was not meant to be Nappa's. According to whatever was on her back, she was his.
Nappa pointed Bulma, clearly disgusted. "What are you doing with that woman?" There was no way the prince of all saiyans was trying to mate with a simple earthling! His eyes had to be fooling him!
Vegeta sighed; he was going to have to tell him, or the idiot would never shut up. "She's a saiyan." He approached Bulma, who was still laying on the floor, and grabbed her blue tail from under her. "See?" Vegeta moved her tail around and pulled it slightly, making sure Nappa saw it.
Nappa simply stood in front of them, his eyes wide with shock. Another Saiyan? No, even better than that; a female saiyan! She was the saiyan he'd known about for years! He remembered telling Vegeta about it; he also remembered Vegeta's dismissive response. Vegeta had not believed him then, yet here he was rolling around on the floor of the Med Lab with the girl! Nappa started to sniff the air a little, trying to pick up her smell. The only thing from her he could smell at the moment was her blood, and Kami, did she smell divine. Her blood was warm, he could feel the heat radiating from it, and so sweet… the scent was intoxicating. Without even thinking, he started to walk in her direction, obeying his instincts.
What Nappa had not taken in consideration were Vegeta's instincts. As soon as he started to get too close to Bulma, Vegeta stepped in. "And just what do you think you are doing?"
Vegeta had his hand on Nappa's chest, his arm fully extended as he tried to keep him away. Nappa snapped out of his state. He glanced down into Vegeta's eyes, trying to read the prince's emotions. Vegeta was not hard to read; he was livid. "Trying to have some fun?"
This idiot was stupider than Vegeta had ever imagined. "And what makes you think I'll let you touch her?" Of course, she was not his mate yet, but that did not mean Nappa had any right on her. Nobody would have fun with Bulma except him.
Nappa's emotions were getting the better of him; something that did not happen often. He just couldn't help it! There was only one female left, or at least only one female he would ever have the chance to "play" with, and Vegeta had already laid a claim to her! It was not fair for Vegeta to keep her all for himself. Nappa knew he was the prince and everything, but he could share the female a little. It was not like he was going to mate with her; she was far too weak. "Vegeta, come on. I want to have some fun too."
Behind them, Bulma was desperately trying to get back on her feet. The strangest rushing sensation in her head was making her extremely dizzy, and the bickering in the background wasn't helping. As she turned to look at the floor, she noticed it was covered in blood. She gasped, grabbing for Vegeta's shoulder as everything faded to black.
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That's it for now. So you can check back pretty soon, and the corrected version of the chapter should be there. I am sorry for the wait, I hope you dont all hate me lol, and you will still love & review.
I am not quite sure the next chapter will be up by thursday, but I will try to get the update flow back on schedule. I promise.
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Maddie! :D xoxo