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After he was released, Vegeta booked it to the Command Center where he knew his puppet would be hiding. "Paragus!" The teen bellowed as he entered, even though the one-eyed Saiyan was clearly right in front of him, "Explain." Smirking at the teen's obvious anger, the Region 13 President wondered, "Explain what, Prince Vegeta?" "Why I was kept from my Mate when Dende wanted me to be with her?" Vegeta growled, seething in hatred.
Paragus turned back to his battle plans, his tone conveying indifference, "I thought it was best that you have some time to yourself, my Prince. Perhaps this war has took more of a toll on you then you know?" "Stop lying to me, Coward!" Vegeta snarled, forcing the taller Saiyan to look at him by pulling on his shirt collar, "You did that because I changed your orders! Admit it!" Cold black holes glared into burning coal orbs, neither willing to lose this staring contest.
Finally lowering his eyes, the scarred Saiyan whispered, "Yes…" Slinging the older male to the floor, Vegeta crossed his arms, powering up into the Legendary. His deep, gravelly voice cold and unfeeling, "From now on, you have no power. You will continue to be the face this Region sees as its President but I'll be calling the shots. Dragon!" Shenron jumped at his name, "Yes, Prince Vegeta?"
"You now have complete control of this Command Center. I'm sure Triclops and the Dwarf will help you run this place. Piccolo and Krillin will help you run the Region and I will be heading up the efforts on the front lines." Electric teal eyes stared into the Game Master's soul, the Prince's voice chilling the man to the very bone, "Do not fail me, Shenron." "I won't, Prince." The dark brown-haired man promised, struggling to hold those harsh eyes.
Purring, Vegeta relaxed as his hair changed back to normal, "Good. I'll be on the first transport to the Capital after Kakarot's pre-Mating ceremony. And I want the Woman out of that blasted hospital." "I'm afraid that's out of my purview." Shenron stated, "If the doctors don't clear her, then she can't be released into the population of 13." Slowly clenching and unclenching his fists in an effort to not murder the man, the Saiyan Prince ground out, "Then put the Woman under Dende's care. Magic Man may be a druggie but at least he has some honor." Shenron bowed his head slightly, "As you wish, Prince Vegeta."
"I can't believe you got me out." Bulma gushed as she twirled in the navy blue dress her mother had made from the standard shirt and pants. "You were in a cage for far too long." Vegeta grumbled, resting his chin on a fist as he waited on Panchy to finish pressing his shirt, I should've gotten you out sooner. Stopping mid-spin, the teen beamed at her Mate, "Oh, come on Vegeta! Stop being a sour-puss. Our friends are getting married, I just got out of the hospital, it'll be great!" "I'm leaving for the Capital first thing in the morning." The flame-haired teen said bluntly. Bulma's smile fell, her eyebrows scrunching up in confusion, "What? Why?"
Sighing, Vegeta took the proffered shirt from his Mate's mother and stood to pull it on, "Because, Woman, no one is safe as long as that lizard lives. I'm leaving Shenron and the other Winners in charge here while I'm gone. Kakarot has orders to stay here since it is his Mating week; and he'll be keeping an eye on you as well." "That still doesn't answer my question." Bulma scowled, crossing her arms and tapping her foot on the ground. Seductively rumbling in her ear, he whispered, "A true King is made on the battlefield, with his Queen by his side."
Her mouth dropped open at his words, using the Bond since she couldn't seem to find her voice. 'I'm going to… …fight with you?' "When Kakarot's Mating week is up, if we still haven't secured the Capital, then you will join me and fight by my side. Selypa made you a battle suit, no sense in it going to waste." He chuckled against her lips. Boldly sliding her hands into his unruly mane, Bulma pulled him to her, crashing their lips together. Vegeta's hands found purchase on her hips as his tongue tasted her sweet, strawberry lips. Someone clearing their throat broke the spell the teens had on each other. "Shall we get going?" Dr. Briefs suggested as he and his lovely wife slipped past their daughter and her Mate, pausing at the door with a knowing twinkle in his eyes.