Ch.38

I'm SO sorry that it took so long to update! With the holidays and everything I didn't have time to write or anything else. It's short but I hope you enjoy.

Bulma rolled onto her side to stare at the empty space beside her. The silk sheets lay in ruins around her. The previous night's events began to run through her mind and a faint smile laced her lips.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard humming coming from the bathroom behind her. She could hear the click of heels beating against the marble floor beneath them. Bulma sat upright and turned to face the bathroom door as a glowing woman met her gaze.

"Good morning Princess Bulma. I apologize if I have disturbed your rest, but I could wait no longer to draw your bath water. If I remember correctly, you never slept past nine, but oddly enough it is thirty minutes past ten and you are only now rolling over. You must have had a long night," the middle aged woman cracked a smile.

Bulma wrapped what was left of the silk sheets around her naked body. She quickly walked to the woman that had been like a second mother to her. Bulma hugged the woman tightly and pulled away to look into her eyes.

"It seems like I haven't seen you in ages," Bulma beamed.

"The days dragged by, but there were only a few days. I have missed my little trouble maker and now I find out that she brings another hellion home along with her. I'm getting too old for such things," the brown haired woman pushed a piece of blue hair out of Bulma's face.

"So you have met the lucky man," Bulma teased.

"Met is an understatement. I was almost murdered by the man when I entered the room. He had my throat against the wall before I knew what happened. After a few seconds he realized that I was a servant and not a threat. The man threw me down and spat off a few curses before leaving," the woman sighed.

Bulma giggled. "That sounds like Vegeta. Sorry about that, Mima. He is a little high strung because of everything that is going on. I guess he means well," Bulma strode into the bathroom and out of the sheets.

"Well if I had a man that would kill to protect me, then I'd die a happy woman. You pulled in a handsome one and it doesn't hurt that he is ridiculously strong. How I wish I was young again," Mima swooned.

Bulma stepped into the hot water eventually laying so only her face was above the water. "You act like you are on the brink of death. I believe you are only thirty-five years young. Also, I've seen your man and he isn't too shabby," Bulma winked.

Mima chuckled. "Honey, my man isn't half of what yours is. Mine isn't a Saiyan prince."

"I guess your right, but Vegeta isn't all peaches and cream. He is rude, arrogant, and disrespectful," Bulma huffed.

Mima watched as the young woman's face contorted into anger. "Since you are my friend and you are obviously oblivious to this, I will let you in on a secret. All men are those things," she said as they both began to laugh.

Vegeta had been in one of the King's gravity chambers since early that morning. His entire body was sore from beating himself to a pulp. Sweat and blood fused together as they ran down his chest. He had burned the image of killing Frieza into his mind and wouldn't believe otherwise. He must defeat Frieza or his people will suffer. Bulma will suffer.

Vegeta threw a punch at the metal wall. Only the thought of Frieza being in the presence of Bulma made his blood boil. He would protect his mate with his life. No one means as much to him as she does.

The prince turned off the gravity chamber and wiped the fluids from his body with a towel. A smirk crawled onto his face as he thought of the previous night. After dinner there will be an encore. He had chosen the perfect mate and no one would take her from him.

As he opened the machine's exit a dark figure loomed in the doorway.

"Why are you gracing me with your presence, Kakkarot?" Vegeta asked sarcastically.

"I've come to ask about taking a mate. I know you do not approve, but why? Is it so wrong of me to have someone to love?"

Vegeta crossed his arms and leaned against a large oak tree. "Love is for the weak. That disgusting word shouldn't be in any Saiyans vocabulary. My royal guard has no right to mate and that is Saiyan law. I cannot change it."

Kakkarot stood before his prince. "Why can't you change it? You are the future King after all."

"I can't and that's final," Vegeta growled.

"You can't, or you won't?" Kakkarot asked.

"Think what you want," Vegeta said uninterested.

"Vegeta, what if you loved Bulma with everything you had, but no matter what you couldn't have her for yourself? Wouldn't you do anything you could to be with her?"

The prince scrunched his eye brows. "Why are you so soft? A Saiyan's feelings should be private and almost nonexistent," Vegeta scowled.

Kakkarot sighed. "Well, I guess I should speak to Bulma about this when she becomes queen. She wouldn't mind changing a silly law for a friend," he turned to leave.

Vegeta's anger was starting to get the better of him. "How dare you act as though a woman will have authority over me?"

"Doesn't she?" Kakkarot smirked.

What will happen at dinner and will Vegeta lose his temper with a certain someone? Please review!