Until the End...
Chapter 13
I stayed in my room for several days, not wanting to see anybody. People kept knocking on my door. I ignored every one. I listened as someone paced outside my door, knowing it was Vegeta. I didn't care, not wanting to see the man right now, if ever again. I still think he's lying about him and Bulma. Look how our relationship started! Just plain old sexual frustration. And I seriously think that if I hadn't ended up pregnant, he would have already taken me home. Actually, when I think about it, I was a little surprised he didn't when he found out I was! 'Cuz who wanted a by-blow hanging around when they started a new relationship!? I might have been just a piece of ass to the prince, but I'll be damned if I become someone's mistress! I respect myself more than that, even if he doesn't. So, they can have one another! Screw 'em! I clenched my jaw, watching the man's shadow move across the underside of the door, yet again, before turning my back to it, grabbing Madoc and laying on the bed with him. I laied on my side, holding the baby close to me. He was a little bigger now, even though it wasn't long since I had him. I guess saiyan babies grow a little differently than human babies. I watched him open his eyes and study me for a moment, before closing them again and wrapping his little tail around his waist. I smiled a little, gazing at him. It felt like my heart was gonna burst, studying my little baby's features. I swallowed with difficulty, feeling tears well up. I sucked in a breath, trying to stop a sob from escaping. I could feel someone watching me, knowing most likely it was the prince, out on the balcony. I didn't turn, ignoring him. Why doesn't he go knock up Bulma, then he could have someone else to bug! I wasn't gonna bother myself with him, or anyone else. The blue haired woman had came to my door, every day, knocking and trying to talk to me through the door. I don't know what Vegeta told everybody, didn't really care, to tell you the truth. But the woman never mentioned any of my suspicions, never said anything along the lines of dispelling my thoughts of them being together. Probably didn't care if I knew or not. Oh Well! They were perfect for each other! At least I had my little Ouji, the only reminder in my life that I had been, in fact, happy for awhile. I had known it wasn't going to last. Nothing like that ever does! It was only a matter of time before something happened to crush my spirits! Story of my life! If only Vegeta had taken me home in the beginning, I could be by myself right now, not holing myself up in a damn room, feeling sorry for myself. But I was! And I did the only thing I could think of to at least get some peace. I ignored everybody. Another knock sounded on my door, and I only half listened, until I heard the words ChiChi was saying on the other side.
"Guess what Sienna!" she said excitedly. Her voice was loud, and I didn't have to move closer to the door. I could hear her loud and clear. "I'm gonna have another baby!" she practically squealed the noise, and I almost got up and opened the door, to see the only friend I had left in this world. I glanced down at my little boy, biting my lip. I slowly got up, hearing the woman fidget on the other side. I put Madoc in his crib, watching him squirm a little before settling back down. A small smile appeared on my face, before I slowly walked towards the door. I laid my hand on the knob, biting my lip. I listened to ChiChi talk, her voice slightly lower than before.
"I want to see the little guy, Sienna," she said softly. I could practically see her biting her lip, wringing her hands. A small smile appeared on my face, and I closed my eyes, swallowing. "Please!"
Her whispered plea had me feeling awful, and I took a deep breath before slowly turning the knob. I peeked out, relieved that it was only her at the door. I studied her for a second before opening it enough for her to squeeze through. I firmly closed it behind her, locking it back. She stood there, her eyes soft as she studied me. I stood there and let her, meeting her eyes. ChiChi hugged me a moment later, holding on a little longer than necessary. I cleared my throat after she moved back, going around her and sitting on the bed. I watched her slowly walk to the crib, a smile appearing as she looked down at my son. She looked back at me, studying me for several minutes before speaking.
"Why are you avoiding everybody?" she asked, her gaze never wavering.
I shrugged a little, settling my back to the headboard. "Don't want to see nobody," I stated, resting my arms on my raised legs. I didn't look over at the woman, the room going silent for awhile. I heard her move, a moment later sitting on the foot of the bed. She studied me, an assessing look crossing her features.
"Why are you keeping yourself and the baby away from Vegeta?"
I felt my jaw clench, not looking at her. I didn't say anything, just narrowed my eyes as I glared at the wall. Did Vegeta ask her to question me!? I thought about that. Yeah, it sounds like something he would do! I looked over at ChiChi, my gaze questioning.
"Did he ask you to question me?" I asked softly, watching her eyes narrow a little.
"What?" ChiChi asked, seeming genuinely confused. I studied her for a few seconds, before nodding to myself and looking away. Of course she wouldn't tell me! I'm the outsider! I'm not a part of their group, so why would she ever confide in me! Why do I always end up with 'friends' like this!? See! This is why I prefer to hole up in my damn room, not having any interaction at all with any of the people. I might as well become a fucking recluse, dammit! I sighed softly, shaking my head a little. It was a mistake to let her in here. To even think she honestly wanted to see how I was doing. I should have known he would send someone in to question me. I knew he didn't care for me, that he was mostly concerned about the baby. Simply for the fact of it being his heir! It never crossed my mind that he actually cared for the baby, or me. Why should it!? Seeing as how he has some other piece of ass at his beck and call. I felt my eyes narrow, and glanced back over at ChiChi. She was watching me with a concerned look on her face. Yeah, whatever!
"Congratulations on the baby, ChiChi. You've done your duty. You've checked on Madoc, now you can leave," I stated, looking back towards the wall.
It was silent for several minutes. I got up, going to the door. I laid my hand on the knob, waiting for the woman to get up off my bed. Which she did, and started slowly walking to me. She looked pissed.
"What the hell are you talking about Sienna!? I came in here to check on you and the baby because I was worried! I don't know what's going on with you, but you need to stop before you lose that baby's father!" her voice got a little louder as she finished, and I slightly shrugged, ignoring her look of surprise.
"I already have," I stated softly, meeting her eyes.
"What are you talking about!?" she asked, her eyes widening a little more. "That man's been coming to your door every day-"
"Yeah, right," I said, cutting her off. "And what about his nights?" I asked, watching the woman in front of me. "Whose door does he go to then?"
"What? You think he's having an affair!?" she whispered, disbelief blanketing her voice.
"Affair?" A small laugh escaped me. "It's only an affair if two people are in a relationship," I stated, swallowing. "Which we are not. And if you really want to know ChiChi, why don't you go ask Bulma," I said softly, opening my door.
"Now get out," I stated softly, ignoring her wide eyes, her mouth hanging open a little. I waited until she crossed the threshold, before slamming the door back shut, locking it and curling in the chair by the balcony doors. I stayed there for awhile, only getting up to change the baby and feed him, before settling back in it. The room soon darkened, the only light was the little night light beside the baby's crib. Only then, when the room was dark and the moon shown slightly through the windows, did I let the tears finally fall, a loud sob escaping me every couple minutes. It was only then that I let myself break down.
I sat on my bed, about three days later, wincing again at the gnawing in my stomach. I hadn't ate since I saw ChiChi the other day. Because after she left, no more trays of food were sent up for me. Apparently the woman had taken my advice, and went and asked Bulma about her and Vegeta's relationship. I clenched my jaw, closing my eyes as a shooting pain started in my side. I ignored it, laying on my side. If they thought they would starve me out of my room, they were sadly mistaken. I could be just as stubborn as that bastard Vegeta, and I wasn't going downstairs to see the pitying glances of everyone, the judging looks everyone would be sure to have. To see the man that I thought cared for me turn to someone else. To witness the looks between them, knowing that, even though the time line probably straightened out, it would still break my heart every time I saw them together. I wanted to go home! Oh God! How I wanted to just turn back the time, and stop the prince from bringing me here, to never even sleep with the man in the first place! I would probably be more happy if our interaction still consisted of barbs and nasty looks towards one another. Not this tension, this fury that has started spreading in my chest. It made me burn! The more I thought of how the man used me, to not even take any precautions to make sure I didn't get pregnant, to just discard me when it became an inconvenience for him, made me so furious, to where I just wanted to scream in rage and lash out. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wasn't going to give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing that the things he did to me affected me so deeply. I got up, grabbing Madoc. I went to the balcony doors, looking out. The night was clear, not a cloud marring the sky. I caught sight of my reflection in the glass. I stared, inwardly cringing. My hand came up, rubbing the scars on my face and neck. Is it any wander that the prince chose to finally bed someone else!? I can't even stand to look at myself for long, let alone having that man see me day in and day out. I traced the more prominent scar, the one going down my face, over my eye. I closed my eyes, feeling tears well up. I tried to dispel a sob with my hand, tears slowly tracking down my face. I'm ugly no matter what sort of spin you give it! God! I swallowed, opening my eyes and looking at my reflection once more before turning away from it. Slowly walking around the room, I softly patted Madoc on the tush, holding him to my shoulder. I listened to him gurgle, a small smile appearing on my face. I swiped the wetness off my cheeks, swallowing again. I glanced at the clock, noticing it was almost eleven at night. I glanced out the glass again, looking around the compound. A few more hours. Then I'll take the baby and get away for awhile. When everyone else is asleep, I'll take my son flying. I sat in the chair, putting Madoc in the crook of my arm, gazing down at his little face. I traced his little nose, the rosebud mouth. My hands paused at the miniature widows peak on his forehead. I stared at it for several minutes, wandering what he'll look like when he gets older. If he'll grow up to look just like his father, or if he'll have a little of me in him. I snorted softly. Madoc even had his father's signature scowl! I watched his lips purse a little, his brows furrowing. It made me softly chuckle, and I lifted him, softly kissing his forehead. I watched him open his dark eyes, looking up at me. I smiled down at him, feeling his tail tap against my hand. He was so cute! I lifted him up a little, thankful for the fast growth of his father's powerful race. Madoc could hold his head up now! And he had a powerful grip! For a baby! I gentle rocked him side to side above my head, watching a small smile appear on his face. I softly talked gibberish to him, watching his arms flail towards my face. One of his small hands touched my cheek, seeming to pat it. His little tail swung behind him, and he blinked, his eyes seeming to study me. Another small smile appeared on his face, making me grin up at him. I saw him move his eyes quickly, watching something behind me. I glanced over towards the balcony. Vegeta was there, leaning against the door frame, watching us. He had an odd look on his face, and I turned away. I didn't glance back at him, although Madoc seemed not to be able to look away. He continued to look in that general area, his tail starting to swish wildly behind him. I sat him on my lap, watching as he glanced at me, before actually pointing at the glass doors. I swallowed with difficulty, looking away. Is he saying he wants his daddy!? How does he know Vegeta's his father!? Well, I reasoned, he is half saiyan! He has abilities most normal babies wouldn't! I bit my lip, looking back down at him. He was watching me, seeming to pout. I knew Vegeta was still standing there, and closed my eyes.
"Oh God!" I whispered to myself, "Here goes nothing."
I held Madoc to me, slowly getting up. I glanced over briefly at the man still on my balcony, before looking away, swallowing. I let out a huge breath, before turning suddenly and unlocking the glass doors. I turned away from them, not looking up as they slowly opened. I laid the baby in his crib, not paying the least bit attention to the prince standing right at my elbow. I didn't look at the man, just went and sat on my bed.
"Madoc wanted to see you," I whispered, staring at the wall. I didn't say anything else.
It was silent for several minutes, and I vaguely wandered what the hell he was doing! I didn't look over at him though, just moved my gaze to my comforter, my brows furrowed. I listened to my baby gurgle softly, letting out a little squeal of joy. I glanced over. Vegeta was holding Madoc in his arms, softly talking to him. His voice was too low for me to hear what he was saying, and I swallowed, tears blinding me momentarily at the image of what could have been. I looked away, frowning. No use in dwelling on it! He's chosen someone else for that, apparently. I leaned back against the headboard, crossing my arms. I would let him have time with the baby, if that's what Madoc wanted. Other than that, the man could stay away for all I cared. I listened to Vegeta move around the room, but didn't look at him. I felt him stop at the bed, inwardly sighing. Can the man not take a hint!? I didn't want anything to do with him! He sat on my damn bed! If he hadn't been holding my baby, I would have shoved him off! I looked away when he glanced at me, glaring at the wall. I could feel the man studying me! What did he want, anyway?
"Onna," Vegeta whispered, making me swallow. I didn't look at him.
The bed shifted, and I saw him move closer out of the corner of my eye. I narrowed my eyes,my jaw clenching. The bed rose as he got up, the sound of the baby mattress sinking reaching my ears. He must be putting the baby down. I sighed a little, thankfully. Because now he could leave, and I could get back to my loneliness. I gasped a moment later when a hand grabbed my chin, turning it sharply. My eyes met the dark one's of the prince. His eyes were searching, and I could feel his breath on my face, that's how close he was. He kept hold of my jaw as he leaned down, bringing our faces closer together. His onyx eyes filled my vision, and I could feel my heart aching at the sight of him. I swallowed with difficulty, feeling his thumb slowly start caressing my jaw.
"Onna," he whispered again, his lips inches from mine. "Why are you trying to push me out of your life?"
"I'm not," I said softly, watching a brow raise on his face. "You did that all your own," I watched him frown, his eyes narrowing slightly. "When you chose someone else."
He suddenly stood, glaring down at me. "Dammit woman!" He said softly, his voice harsh. "I told you," he practically growled. "I'm not with that damn woman! What can I do to make you believe me! To convince you you're my mate!?"
"Mate!?" A small laugh escaped me in disbelief. "That's a good one," I said softly, ignoring his deepening frown. "Is that your new word for fuck buddy!?"
A snarl escaped the prince at those words, and I turned my head, ignoring him. I climbed off the bed, brushing past the man that refused to leave me alone. I walked into the bathroom, slowly brushing my hair into a pony tail, staring down at the counter. I felt sadness fall over me, and swallowed. I yanked my hair tighter, briefly closing my eyes before looking into the mirror. My gaze widened a little at the sight of Vegeta right behind me, studying me. I turned to leave, but he shot an arm out, stopping me. I narrowed my brows at the floor, crossing my arms.
"How can you say that!?" he whispered harshly into my ear. I could feel the anger emitting off him, pressing my lips together. I didn't say anything.
"Onna," he said gently, causing a shiver to go through me. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the heat coming off the prince.
I felt hands on my arms, slowly turning me. I opened my eyes, lifting my head. Vegeta was turning me towards the mirror, an unreadable expression on his face. Another shiver went through me involuntarily, knowing he felt it by the furrowing of his brows. He watched my face in the mirror for several minutes, his hands staying on my arms. The heat from the man was making my throat close with tears. I couldn't stop them from falling, lowering my head and closing my eyes. I felt the man pull me back against his chest, wrapping his arms around me. His calloused hands were rough against my skin as he wiped the tears away. That made me choke back a sob, feeling his strong arms tighten around me.
"Onna," he whispered again, his lips on my ear. "You are my mate," he stated, "the only woman I will ever-"
I heard him pause, the sound of him swallowing audible in the quiet bathroom. I cracked my eyes open, glancing up at him. His eyes met mine, the softness there making me blink. He tightened an arm around me, his gaze holding mine for another moment before he moved. He kissed my neck, and my eyes closed, goosebumps rising on my skin. My hands balled into fists, a small gasp passing my lips as he briefly slid his tongue against my skin. Oh God! Is he just trying to use me again!? I straightened up, ignoring when he said my name, the question there apparent. He yanked me to him when I went to leave, wrapping an arm securely around my waist. A muscle started jumping in his cheek.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" he asked quietly, his teeth flashing.
I struggled to get out of his hold, but he wouldn't let go. I glared at him, grinding my teeth together. "I'm not letting you use me again!"
I watched his eyes widen a little, disbelief shadowing his face. I ignored it, trying to get out of his hold. A snarl suddenly ripped through the air, making me freeze. I met Vegeta's gaze, watching a muscle twitch under his eye. He suddenly turned me around, my back pressed firmly against his chest. I swallowed, not sure what he was doing. His furious eyes met mine in the mirror as he yanked the collar of my shirt to the side.
"What do you call that Sienna!?" he asked harshly, his eyes watching my face.
I felt my eyes widen as I stared at the indention on my collar bone. A hand lifted to touch it, my fingers shaking slightly as I tentatively touched the mark. I swallowed, moving my eyes to meet the prince's gaze.
"What is that?" I whispered, a little afraid of the answer.
Vegeta studied me for several minutes before his soft voice filled the silence.
"My mark."
I stared at him, my lips parted slightly. "Mark?" I whispered softly, my gaze going back to the indention. I listened to him shift a little, seeming to move closer to me.
"Yes," he growled in my ear. "That means you're my mate," he stated softly, his breath tickling the side of my face.
I could feel him studying me. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. "When-" I cut off, feeling my throat close again.
I felt a hand under my chin a moment later, turning my head. I peeked out. He turned my face towards him, our lips inches apart.
"You remember," he whispered, his deep timber vibrating through me. "That night, in this very bedroom. When I first found out you were with child." He seemed to be waiting for a response from me. I barely nodded, holding his gaze. "That night," he leaned forward and rubbed his lips against mine. "I made you mine."
I stared at the man for a moment, before suddenly turning, burying my head in his neck as a sob escaped me. I felt his arms wrap back around me, my hands squeezing the front of his shirt. I sobbed again, a shiver running through me. "Onna," I heard him whisper, rubbing my back. I cried, trying to move closer to the prince. Another sob escaped me before I could speak.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice weak. I felt him sigh a little, his lips touching my neck.
"I thought you knew," he whispered against my skin. I wrapped my arms around him, shaking my head.
Vegeta tightened his hold on my waist, lifting me slightly. We walked through the bathroom door, back into my room. I sobbed again, feeling him lay me down on my bed. I kept my arms around him when he went to move away, feeling him lay his hands on either side of my body. He didn't say anything, just hesitated slightly before moving to lay beside me, and I curled my body against his, burying my face in his chest. I felt him gently swipe hair off my cheek, cupping my neck. I wiggled closer to the man, wanting to feel that heat, the heart beat of the man I loved. Yes, I still loved him! Despite what I thought he was putting me through. I hesitated slightly, feeling him settle a hand on my hip. I closed my eyes, swallowing before slowly letting a breath out, willing my heart to stop racing.
"I love you," I whispered, feeling my face burn a little. I squeezed my eyes closed as the prince stayed silent, my body tensing as the man moved back a little. I kept my face buried in his chest, not looking at him. A knuckle touched my chin, lifting my face. I cracked my eyes open, my gaze widening a little at the serious expression on his face. His eyes were searching as his whispered words flowed over me.
"I love you too brat," he said softly, his thumb rubbing my face. I watched him hesitate briefly before lowering towards my lips, his touch feather light. I wrapped an arm around his neck, grinding my mouth against his. I felt him pause for a second, before doing the same thing, a hand sinking into my hair. He cupped the back of my neck, his mouth moving passionately over mine. I pushed his shoulders back onto the bed, not breaking the kiss. His hand caressed my face, before moving to rub my back, settling on my waist. His hold tightened, and he jerked me on top of him, our lips still fused together. I shifted a little, putting my leg over his hip, straddling him. A hand settled on the back of my neck, a moment later clenching my hair and arching my neck, breaking the kiss. I sighed as Vegeta ran his mouth down my neck, his tongue flicking out. He grabbed my waist, grinding against me, causing us both to moan. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, burying my face against him, just holding the man to me for the longest time. I felt a familiar warmth after awhile, moving back slightly to meet the prince's teal colored eyes. He captured my mouth, nipping my bottom lip, our eyes still locked. I moaned a little, running my hands over his shoulders and arms. I leaned forward, licking his neck. The feel of that fire against my tongue had me sighing, wanting to be as close as I could to it. I kissed his neck, the warmth licking my skin, making me groan. I rubbed his arms again, moving to his chest after a moment. Vegeta leaned back onto the bed, looking up at me with heavy lidded eyes. My gaze raked over him, a sigh escaping me. I ran my hands up his chest again, cupping his neck. I could hear thunder in the distance outside, meeting the eyes of the prince. We listened to the rumble of a storm brewing, caressing and loving one another as the storm finally unleashed itself upon us, both not relenting until far into the night.