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So this chapter may contain just a little tiny bit of lemony stuff, again: I'm not a fan of writing lemons, so don't expect too much of it.
I'm also nowhere near done with this story, but I already have some fresh ideas for a new b+v fanfic!
But first things first and that is…*drumrolls*…chapter 11! ^^
Enjoy chapter 11 of The Unwanted Bride! ^^
Chapter 11
Skin almost as white as snow, blue veins…eyes so empty…it almost hurts. Dark hair falling down in wisps. Her thin arms wrapped around her legs that are pulled up against her chest. Her head leaning sideways on her knees as she looks at him…with those cold, hard, empty eyes. Her silence is almost deafening, it makes him want to push his hands against his ears and scream…
A cold wind blows and a smile that doesn't reach her eyes appears on her sickly white face, her skin so paper-thin you can almost see the bones underneath it. As another cold wind blows, sending shivers up his spine, her empty smile turns in a broad toothless grin. Her empty black eyes suddenly turning desperate as she throws herself forward and reaches out to him. He steps back. She opens her mouth to say something, but as she tries, she starts to gag. Clinging on to her stomach, she bends forward and opens her mouth, blood…dark blood coming out of her mouth in unbelievable huge amounts. He feels his stomach turning as the smell starts to haunt his nose. He takes another step back, seeing how she jerks her head up by noticing his reaction, blood still dripping down her chin, her hand held up, reaching out for him again. 'You have forgotten…' And then suddenly, her black eyes open wide as she gives a piercing high scream and stands before him within less than a second…nothing more but anger, her anger, washes over him…
A huge scream comes out of his mouth as he jolts up from his sleep. Sweat dripping from his body and his chest heaving fast. His eyes are wide open, expecting the woman from his nightmare to sit in front of him, but as he blinks his eyes he sees that he's in his bedroom, in his bed. No cold winds, no woman who's throwing up blood. Just him, in his room, in the palace. Vegeta breathes in deeply and lets it all out in an enormous sigh. But tenses up enormously when he feels a small soft hand carefully touching his arm, he almost turns in defend mode but then quickly realizes that he's not alone in this room, he's sharing it with someone. His wife. He turns his head and is immediately introduced with a pair of concerned looking eyes, at least they seem to look concerned, if he's not hallucinating again. But, by the looks of it, she really does look like she's somewhat worried. Then again, she probably got a huge scare herself since he didn't wake up in a very peaceful manner. Vegeta gives a low growl and shakes her hand of his arm 'I'm fine woman, go back to sleep.' He makes sure that his voice sounds cold, he doesn't want her to know that those concerned eyes of her did something to him. He's just too damn proud to admit that. The woman looks at him like she's about to say something and has even opened her mouth to do so, but then, all of a sudden, she closes it again and gives Vegeta a nod. He just looks at her, a frown appearing on his face as he sees how she lies down again and turns her back to him, almost hidden away underneath the covers. Vegeta sighs and leans back in his pillows. Fucking nightmares…
Bulma wakes up the next day, alone, as usual. Last night was a strange night. She had noticed that he seemed to sleep badly the past couple of days, sweating and turning and twisting a lot, sometimes even mumbling incoherent things in his sleep. But last night it really escalated. She never heard nor ever saw him that way he was last night, he actually looked vulnerable. The great king looked as if someone had just tried to kill him and actually almost managed to do so. Bulma sighs and shakes her head. She shouldn't be worrying about him. He's not a good person and he'll never be a good person either. He's nothing but a ruthless killer, a sadistic bastard who only knows evil, he's a brute and he's responsible for a huge deal of misery in this universe. He has murdered her people, enslaved those who managed to survive the purge and then mercilessly destroyed her planet like it was nothing. He's not worthy of her worries. Bulma embraces herself and feels nauseas as she suddenly realizes what she did. She had been so busy worrying about herself not going crazy, about meeting the other Earthling, that she never thought back about that night, or maybe she just held off those thoughts on purpose...She breathes in sharply as she tries not to think about it, but it's no use and she knows it…
The sounds of the horrifying storm outside almost seem to be far away as his rough hands, the hands of a warrior, roam all over her fragile and shivering body. His strong arms holding her close to him, her soft and tender breasts pushed against his rock hard muscular chest. She feels his warm breath against her ear, mumbling soft and soothing words as he takes complete possession of her small body. The pain feels razor sharp and her eyes open wide. A smirk on his face while he takes his time to let her get used to the feeling of him. His lips suddenly nipping at her neck, teasing her. Her eyes closed while she feels the pain drifting away. His hands gliding down, holding on to her hips as he starts to lead her, her arms around his neck while holding on for dear life as he introduces her to this new…''dance''…All the worries she has, suddenly disappearing, the sanity now totally gone away for now there is nothing more but just them. Two beings, sharing their feverish passion…shame is saved for tomorrow…
Bulma gives a soft desperate moan and her face starts to feel very warm. She feels like such a fool. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would hand over herself to him like she did. She expected to be brave, refuse him and stand up for herself. She thought that she would have ended up getting raped by him, not that the idea of getting raped was such a nice one and back in her mind she is actually glad that something like that didn't happen. She did went with it however, she had actually enjoyed it and she had let him take her purity, her everything, without even one word of protest. Bulma buries her face in her hands and gives an angry and frustrated, though muffled, scream. She had willingly given him her virginity and she had moaned of nothing more but pure pleasure when he took her to new heights. 'Oh God…how embarrassing!' Bulma quickly stands up from the bed, her bed, their bed where it had all happened and backs away from it with a disgusted look on her face. She had actually called Chi-Chi a traitor, Chi-Chi whose husband, if her words were really true, tried to save planet Earth, while she…has willingly given herself to this…this dictator! So who's the real treacherous one you might think?!
Bulma blinks her eyes a few times, suddenly feeling very sick and feeling a huge headache coming up. She walks to the window and looks outside but is not really seeing what's outside, her head overloaded with thoughts. She just keeps staring at the red mountains in the distance while feeling a strange and uncomfortable feeling rising up in her chest. 'Oh my God…' How could she be such a fool? Bulma puts her hand in front of her mouth as her eyes grow enormous. She's supposed to be a damn genius but she seems to have turned into nothing more but an idiot child. Not only has she betrayed her own people by actually sleeping with the Saiyan king, she also just realized that they haven't used any sort of protection. Bulma turns around and stumbles to the chair near the window and let's herself fall down in it. She and Yamcha had never slept together, she had always believed that sex should be more than just sex. So she had made him clear, already early on in their relationship, that she wanted to wait until she felt ready for it. Yamcha, who was a lot more experienced in these matters than she was, had accepted her decision and respected her for it. So obviously she never thought of using any kind of birth control since there was no need for it. And the pill, well, her menstruation has always been regular and normal so because of that and the fact that it's also a type of birth control, she decided that she didn't need it. But now, Bulma closes her eyes and breathes in heavily, she had sex with his royal goddamn majesty without any form of birth control that seriously increases her chances to actually be pregnant. Bulma opens her eyes and swallows her very dry throat as she carefully touches her very flat abdomen, realizing that she could be carrying his child, a half Saiyan…a hybrid…
Shivers run up her spine and a burning sensation appears behind her eyes and without very much further ado, she starts to cry.
Chi-Chi walks through the royal hallways with a fast pace. It has already been a couple of days ago since the queen, Bulma, had visited her. The fact that she had called her a traitor of her own people had hurt her very deeply and she had felt quite angry at the young aqua haired queen. Chi-Chi sighs, but after thinking about it, she decided that she actually couldn't blame the young woman that much either. She turns around the corner, ignoring the paintings of stern looking royal Saiyans on the walls. She got here by her own free will, Bulma on the other hand was forced to be here. She had seen her world gotten destroyed, she had been enslaved and to make matters even worse, she then had been forced to marry the king, the same king who is responsible for destroying her planet. Chi-Chi just shakes her head as she walks further. Although it sounds like a very bad and cheesy romantic novel, it is the sad truth, so because of that, she can't really blame the young woman for thinking the way she does. Chi-Chi sighs again and already sees the royal quarters in the distance. Today she was summoned by the king. He wanted her to go and see the young queen, mumbling something about not being quite herself. Chi-Chi only wanted to laugh when he said that, since she believes that the young woman probably hasn't been herself since the day the Saiyans landed on Earth to purge and destroy it. But still, she's surprised that the king, who's normally quite known for being brutal and anything but compassionate, had asked her…more or so ordered her…to go and see Bulma. What surprised her even more, was the tiny flickering of worries in his eyes and the words ''Maybe being around her own kind will do her some good''. Chi-Chi gives a thoughtful look as she nears the royal quarters. Could it be…that he's actually bonding with her? Because if he is…
Chi-Chi rolls her eyes as she sees her ''brother in law'' guarding the room. A huge grin appears on his face when he sees her walking closer. 'Chi-Chi…what takes you to this place? Shouldn't you be where you belong? In the kitchen?' Chi-Chi cocks up an eyebrow as she looks at Radditz 'Don't you mean a coffin Raditz? Since I have this strange nagging feeling that you'd rather see me in something like that.' Raditz tilts his head and gives her thoughtful look 'Well, if you prefer that, I would be the last one to stop you.' A sickly sweet smile appears on Chi-Chi's face and she silently looks at Raditz for a couple of seconds, she crosses her arms and then narrows her eyes 'You know Raditz, you've got a big mouth for someone who's just a guard. I may be a cook, but at least I'm getting paid for it and that's a whole lot more than I can say about you and don't even think about laying a hand on me. Saiyan or no Saiyan I will kill you and if I can't, I'm pretty sure that Kakarot will. Nobody will miss a third class Saiyan whose powerlevel isn't even above 1200. Now if you'd be so kind to let me through, I'm guessing his majesty has already told you I was coming.' Chi-Chi shoots Radditz a very arrogant look and walks up to the door where she punches in the code that allows her to enter the room. Raditz just looks at her, his nostrils flared as he angrily grits his teeth. Chi-Chi then again sends him the same sickly sweet smile she just gave moments ago 'Oh Raditz, dear, don't grit your teeth, you'll ruin them. Bye bye.' She then enters the room, leaving behind a very pissed off Raditz.
Bulma sits in her chair by the window, her legs pulled up and her arms wrapped around them while her chin is resting on her knees. Since she discovered yesterday, that there is a possibility she might be pregnant, she's feeling quite horrible. Vegeta, who came in late last night, didn't pay much attention to her. Not when he saw her untouched dinner standing on the small table next to her chair, not when she didn't make an effort to get to bed. She basically had been sitting on that chair the whole night, lost in thoughts and when he woke up this morning he still didn't paid her any attention. He just got out of the room, with a very irritated look plastered on his face. Bulma sighs, she's actually happy that he decided to not pay her any attention, she wouldn't have been able to handle it in her current state of mind. She sighs again and closes her eyes.
'Well love, to be very honest, you look like crap.'
Bulma jolts up and is introduced to the sight of Chi-Chi who's standing in front of her with her hands on her hips and one eyebrow cocked up. 'I was already worried that by getting back your dinner from last night as well as this morning's breakfast, both untouched, that my cooking didn't smell good or something like that. But by seeing how you look, I'm guessing that's not it.' Chi-Chi flashes her a huge smile and Bulma just stares at her. Suddenly not being able to handle it anymore, she bursts out in tears and in just seconds, Chi-Chi is next to her, pulling her into her arms and just holding her while she lets Bulma cry. Bulma leans into Chi-Chi's arms, feeling how she rubs her back and mumbling comforting words in her ear. Bulma just lets it all out. All the months of frustration and pain, the hell she's been through, the feeling of treachery to herself and her people. She just cries and cries and cries. Not knowing how long she goes on, how long Chi-Chi's holding her. 'I'm sorry…' Bulma looks up to Chi-Chi with a blurry vision and sees how she gives her a warm smile. 'It's okay Bulma, it's okay.' Bulma carefully pulls herself out of Chi-Chi's embrace and wipes away her tears with the back of her hand 'No it's not okay, I called you a bitch…and a traitor…' Bulma sniffs and Chi-Chi just gives her an amused look 'Don't worry about it Bulma, I've been called worse. Besides, I think that there's more going on than just a feeling of guilt towards me, am I right?' Chi-Chi looks long and silently at Bulma with one of her well-trimmed eyebrows pulled up. Bulma looks back, breathing in deeply and nods 'Yeah, actually there is…' Chi-Chi smiles and grabs Bulma's hand, giving it a small comforting squeeze 'Well honey, spit it out.' Bulma swallows and looks down, suddenly feeling very embarrassed, her look not going unnoticed by Chi-Chi who again, gives a small squeeze in her hands. Bulma then looks Chi-Chi in the eyes and almost whispers 'I think there might be a possibility that I'm…pregnant…' Chi-Chi just nods. There's no shock in her eyes, no disappointment, no nothing. She let's go of Bulma's hands, stands up and straightens her clothes. Then, she looks back at Bulma again, a warm smile on her lips and a friendly look in her eyes. 'Well dear, in that case, we should go and figure out if you indeed are pregnant.' Bulma stares wide eyed at Chi-Chi, she'd expected a lot of things, but not the calm reaction she just got. She suddenly doesn't know what to say but then she sees how Chi-Chi holds out her hand for her. 'Come on dear, we can't find out if you're pregnant here, you'll have to come with me.' Bulma just looks at her, blinking her eyes a few times while stuttering 'But…but…the king…I…I can't…' Chi-Chi cocks up an eyebrow again 'The king send me here to take care of you Bulma. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I take you to find out if your assumption is indeed correct. So don't worry about that and don't worry about the guard outside either. I'll make sure that nothing happens, trust me.' Chi-Chi is still holding out her hand and Bulma looks at it, not feeling very sure of what Chi-Chi just said, but also knowing that she probably doesn't have a choice. Bulma looks up in the eyes of the raven haired woman in front of her and nods while she accepts her hand 'Okay…' she mumbles 'Let's go…'