Chapter 20
Prince Vegeta sat at the banquet alongside his father, staring angrily at the cheerful guests. Here he was, at his own engagement party, and his fiancé was nowhere to be seen.
King Vegeta would have thought less of his son's problem, if his own wife hadn't been absent. He was starting to worry about the female pair, since he knew that both were equally excited about this gala.
"She had better have a damn good explanation for not showing up!" Vegeta exclaimed. "I've had enough of sitting here looking like a fool, I'm going to find her and let her know exactly how ANGRY I am!!!!" Prince Vegeta stood and started walking swiftly out of the banquet hall.
"I'm going with you, son. Lydia is missing as well, and I am concerned. It is not like her to be this late or absent from a social function." King Vegeta offered. He followed his son as they went searching for the now and future queen.
Brolly and Ilia looked on, both smirking because they knew the night was about to take an interesting turn.
"I almost feel sorry for the little whore when he finds her." Ilia remarked. "Well…almost!" She gleefully cheered. 'Vegeta, you will be mine and I will be Queen.' Ilia thought to herself.
The two Vegetas marched rapidly down the hall towards Bulma's chambers. The King had estimated that the Queen would most likely be with Bulma, so he decided to go with his son instead of to his own chambers. As the two marched on, a very familiar scent inflamed their senses and both concluded simultaneously as to what it was.
"Blood!" The King rhetorically told Vegeta. Both quickened their running, changing their path from Bulma's room towards the direction of the offending smell.
It led them to Lydia's chambers and both had a grave sense of dread hit them like a brick.
With a shaky hand, King Vegeta opened the door to his and Lydia's suite, almost praying that he would not find his greatest fear on the other side.
Prince Vegeta had worked up a sweat and shared his father's wishes. Both entered the room together and stopped dead at the sight on the bed.
There, caked in dried blood and headless, lay the former Queen of Vegeta. Her head lay sloppily on the floor, almost as if someone had thrown it there.
The King gasped before clutching his chest with his right hand. All of a sudden, he became dizzy, and it seemed that he had forgotten how to breathe. He all but hyperventilated before he finally spoke.
"My..my…my wife! Lydia, nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!! What….who…..why…..?!" The king continued his rants in tears as he fell to his knees. "It can't be! She can't be gone!!!" The king shouted as he moved towards the bed.
He grabbed ahold of Lydia's body and began shaking it furiously. "Lydia, darling, wake up! Wake up, Lydia, you are late for the party. You've fallen asleep. Lydia, Lydia….why won't you wake up. Please, dearest. I need you. I can't go alone. I CAN'T go on without you, Lydia!" The King continued to cry out to his dead mate.
Prince Vegeta looked on with mixed emotions: grief, pity, concern, shock, anger. But there was one emotion that covered them all: fear!
"Father! Stop this nonsense right now! I will not watch the King of Vegeta lose his sanity in this demeaning manor. Mother is gone. Obviously, she has been murdered. And since the murderer is not here, that means that they are still free running around. Shit! I have to find Bulma!!!!!!" Vegeta's outburst was almost a realization as much as it was a declaration to his father.
The King gathered himself up, still sobbing, but self consciously followed his son towards Bulma's room.
Prince Vegeta could feel every thump of his heart. The fear that he would find Bulma in the same state that he found his mother was more than he could bear at the moment. He had thought his father weak seeing his breakdown over his mother, but as soon as he thought about Bulma lying in the same place, he was completely sure that he wouldn't do the same. It was in this moment that Prince Vegeta had realized that he was more than infatuated with his fiancé. He was in love with her and damn any soul that tried to do her harm.
With his new found adrenaline pumping in the spirit of protecting his future wife, Vegeta ran with supernatural speed until his reached her room. King Vegeta caught up with him shortly after he had arrived at her door.
The two nodded to one another and opened the large, double doors, both afraid of what they would find.
Nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared the King, or the Prince for the sight that was before them.
There, lying in Bulma's bed, was Nappa, asleep and naked. And beside him, lying with her arm draped over Nappa, with her head nuzzled in the crook of his neck, was none other than… Bulma Briefs.
A/N: duh duh duh! Uh oh, what will happen? How pissed will both the king and the prince be? Sorry the update took a long time but I promised it would be worth it. Trust me, it'