Chapter 1
Bulma P.O.V
How can someone be so cold but beautiful? I sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. He stood looking out the window with his arms folded. His trademark scowl sitting on his face. "Scowling will cause you to get wrinkles."
"Hmph." I smiled at his response. Even though he won't admit it, I know he listens to me. Not a day goes by that he doesn't listen to me. I maybe exaggerating a bit. Especially when we first met. There's not one single moment that doesn't keep me on my toes.
"Tell me again how your became King." He turned around smirking. Bingo baby. Oh he sure loves talking about himself. I watched as he kneeled in from of me. His rough hands taking mine as he looked me in my eyes.
"I was only 5 years old when I got word that my father was killed. There was an on going alliance between my father and Frieza. The alliance was meant to protect us but we all know that it was enslavement. My own father was to dumb to see the real reason." Vegeta kissed my hands. Vegeta sighed deeply as he remembered. I can only imagine what happened. "My father was a fool to the end. When I returned, Frieza began training me. I was with him until I turned 18." Vegeta stood up with me.
I couldn't help but giggle as he lowered me down onto the bed with his head in the nape of my neck. His wild hair bent against the headboard. He nipped at my skin sending shivers down my spine. Compared to the first time he was more loving. He was showing me how much he cared through his every touch. I moaned softly in his ear.
Vegeta turned so I was on top. His calloused hands roamed from my hips to my breast. Vegetas smirk only grew in size as I began to grind my hips against his. He definitely knew what he was doing. I couldn't comprehend what happened until I was on my side facing the back of my husband. "Sleep woman, we have a busy day tomorrow." The lights went out on his command.
Vegeta P.O.V Six Years Ago
"I want everything to go according to plan. Not one single thing should be out of place or someone will die. Now!" I watched as my soldiers scattered. Frieza doesn't need to know anything. My empire will grow. Starting with that tiny planet Earth. It may lack the power that I need but it has resources.
Commanding officer Nappa stood next to me scratching his bald head. "King Vegeta," I waved my hand. "Will you be present during the take over sir?" My hand reached out for his collar. I could feel the fool quake. The fear in his old face brought me nothing but joy.
"Why wouldn't I be? If I am to make a powerful empire, I need to make sure that everyone knows who the hell I am!" I released him. "Stop with the stupid questions and get me ship ready." Nappa bowed before leaving me to my thoughts. If this plan is to succeed, I'll need to keep tabs on Frieza.
I don't need anymore interruptions from him or his goons. My thoughts were interrupted by Nappa. "Your ship is ready my King. The journey is about three months long." I followed the idiot from my throne to the hangar. I watched my soldiers line up by the door of the ship waiting for me. It feels good having people doing things for you.
I boarded my ship. Within minutes of the ship taking off I was bombarded by Nappa and his incestuous talking. I have better things to do instead of listening to his nonsensical bullshit.
Bulma P.OV.
Yamcha rolled off me. I laid looking up at the ceiling. Something just wasn't right with him. Normally we would talk but he was more focused on getting off then actually talking. Like, hello, your girlfriend would like to spend some quality time with you. I looked over at Yamcha who fell asleep. He hasn't been interested in anything but training and sex.
Now our conversations start off with 'Hey B, you wanna fuck?' It's never, 'Hey B, how's your day?' Then it's the constant gone for a few days no contact. I literally have to show up at his place to see him. Yamcha always claims that it's the training that's making him this way.
I've seen Goku more than my own boyfriend. Hell, even master Roshi calls more than he does. I moved from his bed gathering my clothes. Soon we'll have to talk about what's going on. I miss him more than he obviously misses me. I took out my capsule car and drove home.
Mom opened the door with a plate of cookies and milk. "How's that sweet boyfriend of yours?"
"He's fine mom." I took a cookie. "Did dad see that weird thing again?"
Mom put her hand on her chin. The gears were spinning so fast in the little head of hers. "He said something but I can't remember. You'll just have to ask him, dear." I rolled my eyes. She could be so absent minded. "I made dinner if you didn't eat. All of it is in the refrigerator." She cheerfully went off somewhere.
I crashed into the sofa not giving a fuck. Hopefully Yamcha won't be so busy tomorrow. It would be amazing if he wasn't. I was unaware of the time. All that I knew was some dude had a weapon far beyond our technology pointed at my face. Mom and dad calmly walked over and sat next to me. "Under order of King Vegeta, you are now his and so is this planet." The soldier forced a cuff around my right wrist.
The soldier moved out of the way as a man with flames for hair stepped in. All of them bowed to this man. I was more intimidated by the gun than him. What's a short alien going to do to me? I bet Goku could be him easily. With the flick of his hand, I was separated from my parents and thrown into a cell inside of the ship. Others began pilling in.
Just who does he think he is taking all of these people from their homes. When Goku finds out, he'll be in a lot of trouble. On second thought, is that Goku? Same crazy hair and orange gi. No way! I mean, Goku is the strongest warrior we have. "Goku," I called. He didn't respond. "I have delicious food." His head popped up. Yeah, we're screwed now.