Sorry so late in posting, had to work early today and just got home. There's only three more chapters after this and I can't wait for ya'll to read it! Thank you so much for reading!
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Dressed in his ceremonial armor, Vegeta stood out starkly against all the black and navy blue. Standing next to him was Bulma, in a long-sleeved, aquamarine dress with her distinctive blue hair left down. All the guards stationed around were Saiyans while Nappa, Bardock, and Raditz were up on the balcony with their Prince. The remaining Winners stood along the back, careful of the new crimson banners shifting in the wind.
A short, pudgy man walked out, his salt and pepper hair pulled tight against his skull by a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. Kai wore a black robe with gold trim over a red long-sleeved shirt and light blue pants. Addressing the crowd, the easily annoyed old man stepped forward to be in the natural amplification point, "Welcome. Today we will be swearing in a new President of Ee-arth. Please step forward, Prince Vegeta."
Gasps of shock rippled across the crowds as the flame-haired teen sauntered forward, each step controlled and oozing power. Facing the people, Vegeta waited for farther instructions because he had never seen a President be sworn in before. When Kai turned to face him, he did the same. "Raise your right hand." The rotund man ordered as he raised his hand. After the Prince had done so, Kai continued, "Repeat after me. I, Vegeta Saiyan, solemnly swear to protect and defend the rights of all Ee-arthians equally until I leave this office, whether by death or the will of the people."
That's a lot to remember… good thing I'm not Kakarot. Vegeta infused his deep, gravelly voice with his Legendary power, "I, Vegeta Saiyan, solemnly swear to protect and defend the rights of all Ee-arthians equally until I leave this office, whether by death or the will of the people." "You are now the President of Ee-arth, young Prince. Never forget where you came from and you will lead the people just fine." Kai North said, bowing his head to the teen before he turned and walked away.
Rushing to his Prince's side before he could move, Nappa spoke to the crowd, "Nothing could've made me prouder than for my Prince being made President; except this. You said many months ago that you would not take your Father's title until his murderer was dead. You have kept every promise, my Prince, and now it's my turn to finally fulfill one I made to your Father, my King, many years ago." The two Saiyans turned to face each other as the bald guardian continued, "Kneel, Prince Vegeta."
Eloquently dropping to one knee, his duel-colored cape flowing down his back like a waterfall as Vegeta kept his coal-black eyes on Nappa's mustached face. Motioning his friend and captain forward, the mountain of a Saiyan spoke once more, "By the power given to me by King Vegeta the Second, as Royal Vizier of Vegeta-sai and loyal to the house of Vegeta." Nappa took the King's turquoise pendent with a fire opal surrounded by ten jade rays from Bardock and lowered it onto his charge's shoulders, "I crown you, King Vegeta the Third. Arise Vegeta, King of All Saiyans."
Rising just as gracefully, the newly crowned King turned to face the crowd. Only to watch as every Saiyan knelt before him like a rippling wave. Come here, Woman. 'What? Why…' You are my Mate, that makes you my Queen. Now, come here... Elegant as always, Bulma came to stand at her Mate's side; still unsure as to why.
Vegeta turned to face his blue-haired Mate, making sure to project, "Bulma, even though we Mated in secret to savor what seemed like our last few months together, you have never left my side. Even imprisoned and under threat, you still fought back any way you could. Just like the Saiyan I know you to be at your very core. Kneel, Bulma." Carefully falling to her knees as her dress pooled around her, clear blue eyes stared up into inky black pools that swirled around like a galaxy.
Holding out a hand, the flame-haired King continued as Nappa presented to him the Queen's antique gold circlet which held a fire opal in its subtle triangle, "As King of All Saiyans; I, King Vegeta the Third, crown you, Bulma Briefs, as my Queen." Vegeta lowered his Mother's circlet onto his Mate's blue-haired head, offering her a hand as he announced, "Arise Bulma, Queen of All Saiyans." A dainty smile graced her strawberry lips as she slipped her left hand into his right one.
Follow my lead. 'Always.' Interlacing their hands together, Vegeta raised them above their heads as both teens thumped their free hand against their chest, thrusting them above their heads and opening them in the Saiyan Salute. "Anata no tōchi wa iyashi o motarashi, anata no sōzokujin wa sensō no tame ni kunren suru kamo shiremasenga, kesshite sore o shirimasen!" The Saiyans shouted as they Saluted their King and Queen before kneeling once more. 'What did they… say, Vegeta?' It's Saiyan, which roughly translates to 'Your reign brings healing, and your heir may train for war, but never know it.' It's the biggest blessing any Saiyan can give and every one of them just gave it to us…
Everyone seemed to be avoiding the newly crowned Saiyan King like the plague after the ceremony. Not that he minded; he did have other things to worry about. Like Mating with Bulma that night and finally, finally completing the Bond. I'm honestly surprised that I haven't gone insane yet… but I can feel the weight of the Bond pressing on me more and more. It's suffocating… "Hey, Vegeta! Veeggeta!" "What, Nappa?" Vegeta snapped, just now seeing his bald guardian standing in front of him. How long has he been standing there?
"Come on, Vegeta. We've got to get you ready." Nappa's gruff tone brokered no room for argument. Shrugging as he got up from the desk in his new office, Vegeta thought, He's hasn't used that tone since I was six… "Ready for what?" Not even looking back at his still so young charge, the mountain of a Saiyan had to fight to keep his smile out of his voice, "You're Mate, my Queen, is having a small feast in celebration of you being made President and being crowned King. And she specifically requested that you wear a fresh set of clothes."
Looking down, Vegeta could see a tiny wrinkle that had formed from him sitting at his desk, going over mountains of papers since the ceremony earlier that morning. "I don't see anything wrong with what I'm wearing." The teen grumbled, fisting his hands at his side as he trailed after his guardian. What am I, five?
Nappa sighed as they reached Vegeta's room, "Look, I don't know what your Mate's up too. All I know is that she asked me to get you to change and to make sure you got to the party on time. Now hurry up, my King, because…" "A King is never late. Yeah, yeah, I know. Give me five minutes." Vegeta rolled his eyes as he stepped inside his room.
Laid out on the bed was a cobalt blue spandex shirt and pants, his ceremonial armor sitting beside it. A note was left on the table along with a rock glass filled half-way with an amber liquid and two pieces of fresh ice. Curiosity peaked, the Saiyan teen picked up the paper. It read, 'My Mate made me promise to give you her last gifts when it was time. Please wear them with honor and dignity, my King. ― Toma.' At the bottom, clearly in a different person's handwriting was scribbled, 'PS: Remember to sip it, not down the whole thing in one go.' So whatever the Woman's got planned the Drunk seems to think I need this… Eh, what's the harm?
Picking up the glass, Vegeta took a sip and hissed as it set his mouth and senses aflame but not as bad as the first time he'd tried alcohol. Each sip became easier as he stripped out of the battle suit he'd been wearing for two days and redressed in his new suit. He had drank about half of his glass and decided to finish it later seeing as he would need a clear head for his Mate's feast.
While the spandex clung to him tightly, showcasing his well-defined muscles, it also felt roomier at the same time. I'll never understand how Selypa did this stuff… Vegeta shook his head before sliding on his armor. His cape was still crimson on the inside but the outside was now the same cobalt blue as his suit. A pair of pure white gloves and boots completed the look. All he was missing was… There. Now I'm ready. Vegeta smirked at his image in the full-length mirror as his pendant rested against his chest.
I wonder what other changes the Legendary power makes to my body? Vegeta smirked at the thought as he walked to the door. I might just have to find out… "Are you ready, my King?" Nappa asked as the teen stepped out. Crossing his arms, the flame-haired Saiyan scowled, "As ready as I'm going to be. Now, where is this blasted party the Woman decided to throw without my permission?" Nervously clearing his throat, the bald, mountain of a Saiyan said, "She requested that I not tell you… I think you're Mate was afraid that you would not come otherwise."
"Why would She worry about that? Just because I don't like parties doesn't mean that I wouldn't at least show up to eat." Vegeta replied, confused by his guardian's words. Bulma's never been afraid to talk to me before… Come to think of it, I haven't seen Her all day. I haven't felt Her either… is She shutting me out? A heavy hand on his shoulder brought Vegeta out of his spiraling thoughts, Nappa's gravelly voice a soothing rumble, "Calm yourself, Vegeta. Bulma is under a lot of stress right now too, and Gine taught her how to control the Bond a little to ease both your minds today."
Vegeta was about to ask how he knew what he was thinking when Nappa let out a deep chuckle, "You always were an open book to me, my King. Even from the time you were born, the only people who knew you better than me were your parents." It was then that the teen realized that they were outside. "Nappa, why are we outside in the dead of winter?"
"Can you stop asking questions for just a few minutes, Vegeta?" The older Saiyan sighed, pleading, "Trust me for just a little while longer, my King, and everything will sense." A sharp grunt was all he got as an answer, but that was better than more questions. Nappa had run out of excuses and didn't need Vegeta to get any more suspicious about what was about to happen. Not after planning it for months in the middle of a war.
