Note: I hope you all enjoy chapter two of The Unwanted Bride

Chapter 2: Falling down through shining stars

Flashback: 'I think that I have waited long enough woman…'

As he proceeds to slowly walk towards her, Bulma takes a few steps back. She can't run, there is nowhere to hide here, she's stuck. She just stares at him, a sudden wave op panick rushing through her.

He smirks

'it is time…'

'No!' Her scream pierces through his ears and he bites down on his teeth. Saiyan ears are very sensitive and her voice is very loud. He closes his eyes, trying to keep his patience, but he feels nothing more but pure annoyance building up inside of him. When he opens his eyes again to look at the woman he comes to a sudden halt, quietly observing her. Although she pushed herself back up against the cold stone wall as far as possible and he can smell the faint scent of fear lingering all around her. Although he sees how her body is all tensed up and her balled fist is very slightly, almost invisibly, trembeling. Although all of that, he notices something else. Something different. Her eyes. Her ocean colored eyes. It's not fear that he sees in those eyes. It's pity. Nothing more but pure pity.

What is wrong with him, what is wrong with her?! He expected so many other things from her; hate, anger, fright, sadness. He never expected pity. He flares his nostrills, a low and deep growl escaping his mouth as he's contemplating with himself. Why does this seem to bother him so much. He's feared all throughout the universe, it only takes his name for people to cower away like the weak fools they are. He's been through hell and back and has seen things which are to horrendous to even be thinking about. He's cold, ruthless and evil and he takes extreme pride in being so. He's a true Machiavellian, a leader who's not afraid of consequences, who's not afraid of anything. And although nothing can stop him from getting what he wants, he suddenly can't make himself touch the woman standing right in front of him.

He watches her as her body slowly seems to be growing less tense. Slowly pushing herself away from the wall as she keeps watching him with narrowed eyes. Her chin slightly tilted as her lips slowly part.

'You may think that being the ruler of this universe makes you the strongest man there is. You may think that you possess everything, that you have no limits, just because…and even if you were to take me now, against my will…remember yourself one thing very clear king Vegeta. I will never be truly yours, for I have no love for you. I…pity you…'

It's like a slap in the face. His dark eyes growing wide with pure anger. Never has he been spoken to in the way she just did. Nobody ever dared.

'The audacity…'

He hisses between clenched teeth. The vein in his strong neck visibly throbbing. His eyes narrowed and a dangerous glimmer reflecting in his almost black orbs. He very slowly stretches his arm, muscles tensing up as he deliberately stretches his fingers. A small ball of blue colored light forming itself in the palm of his hand. A ki ball.

Bulma feels her eyes growing wide. Almost hypnotized by the danger happening right in front of her. She quietly forces herself to keep standing still. But she can't help but feel mesmerized. Is he really going to…?

Vegeta watches the deadly little ball of light in his palm intently. He's never been made a fool of and he's certainly not going to accept such mockery from this weak female Earthling. He shifts his attention back tot he woman again. Her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open. She's breathing very heavily and the he suddenly notices something. It's not fear that she's showing, it's longing. Vegeta grunts as he watches the ki ball again. Realizing that death wouldn't be a punishment for this woman. Death would be a release. He would save her, by killing her. He then smirks, the ki ball slowly disappearing until there is nothing left anymore.

'It would be too easy woman. You're not going to die. I'll keep you alive. You belong to me and when the moment is right…I'll indeed take you and you…well, you'll be willing. That I promise.'

Vegeta then swiftly turns around, exciting the room, leaving a baffled Bulma all by herself. She doesn't seem to quite understand what just happened. She places a trembling hand against her forehead. The feeling of tears burning behind her eyes. So close, she was so damn close. A desperate feeling setting in and then suddenly a wave of rage and anger makes her scream out. She balls her fists as she angrily shakes her head. She then notices the fragile looking crown on the vanity again. Her mouth twisted in disgust and her blue eyes narrowed as she quickly walks towards it, grabbing the thing and throwing it on the ground with all the power she has. It falls down with a soft thud, unscaved. She looks at it and then sighs. Suddenly feeling very tired. More than usual, Maybe some sleep would be for the best…

Vegeta produces an angry roae as he punches Nappa in the stomach. Nappa bends forward, feeling his breakfast rising up and swallowing the urge to throw up away, leaving a funny taste in his mouth. He looks up growling. The king hasn't been quite himself today. Training with him is still as hard as ever and Nappa has been beaten up pretty hard as usual, feeling blood dripping down his skull. But the king usually tends have a certain cocky attitude during training, amusing himself by making a mockery of his sparring partners, or should we say sparring victims, while beating them to a pulp. Today however, he seems angry, very angry. He's already beaten Raditz near death sending him to one of the many regeneration tanks in the medical wing. Usually he likes to toy around a bit with Raditz before sending him off to a regeneration tank, today Raditz lasted less than a minute. Het literally counted. But Saiyans however, just don't ask. So Nappa decided to let it go and focus himself on more important matters. Such as defending himself against his majesty.

Vegeta feels furious. He let the damn woman insult him and get away with it. Plus now, now she even has the audacity to occupy his thoughts. He should have just killed her right there and then. Nobody would have cared. Goddamn royalty would have been thrilled to learn about her death. It was no secret that they weren't exactly keen on the Earthling being married to a Saiyan king. He is the ruler of this goddamn universe he IS the law so he can decide whatever the fuck he wants to do. But he bloody didn't! Fucking hesitation, fucking woman!

Vegeta screams out in pure rage and sends a huge ki blast to Nappa.

'Bitch, bitch, bitch!'

He watches with a disgusted look how Nappa unsuccessfully tries to block the enormous ki blast and shakes his head in pure contempt.

'Nappa, you pathetically weak fool! You barely lasted longer than that third class idiot Raditz. And you dare to call yourself an Elite Saiyan?! You sicken me!'

Vegeta walks up to Nappa's battered body and kicks him hard, causing Nappa to scream out in pain and coughing up blood.

'You fucking idiot, you haven't been training properly'

Vegeta looks down at the enormous Saiyan general who is lying near his gold pointed boots. Blood pouring from his many wounds.

'You've been hanging out with the palace whores too much Nappa. I expect my generals to be in perfect shape all the time. Right now, you're nothing more but a disgrace, not even worthy to be called a Saiyan.'

Vegeta turns around in disgust and walks away while pushing in the communication system of his scouter. He had hoped that releasing his anger on Nappa and Raditz would make him feel better, but seeing how Nappa has been slacking off made him even angrier.

'Your majesty, how may we be of service?'

An almost sterile but polite female voice reflects through the small speaker from his scouter

'Send someone to training center 568 to pick up Nappa and take him to the medical wing. He's in deep need for a visit with one of the regeneration tanks.'

'Yes your majesty, I will send for someone right away. Is there anything else I can do for you your majesty?'

Vegeta sighs, wanting to say no and already opening his mouth to say so, but then he suddenly stops. Obviously training didn't help him losing his frustration, better yet, training even got him more frustrated and he didn't really feel in the mood to drag out another Saiyan and beat him into a pulp too. After all, in the end he is the strongest Saiyan and in his current mood nobody would be even near a match for him. At this point there actually is only one thing that could make him loose a bit of frustration.

'Your majesty?'

Vegeta gives a slight grin.

'Yes, actually you can. Send one of the royal concubines to my private quarters, I need to…release…myself'

With those words Vegeta shuts down the communication line and with a satisfied smirk on his face, he walks towards his quarters.

It has been several weeks ago since their encounter. Bulma hasn't seen the king since then and to be fair, that's not something that makes her feel sad. She's actually quite relieved, because for a couple of days after their encounter she had been living under the impression that Vegeta could stalk into her room at any moment to claim what was his. Deep in her heart however, she knows that this will happen eventually and all she can do is prepare. Bulma sighs deeply as she sits down on the windowsill, she watches how the cruel sun is slowly disappearing behind colossal red mountains at the horizon and sees how darkness starts to slowly fill in the world. The only beautiful thing about this planet is its clear skies, for at night millions of stars will shine so brightly that you are almost under the impression you can actually touch them. As the first starts start to make their appearance, her fingerstips softly touch the glass of the window while longingly gazing at them. Her lips curling up in a small and rare smile. They truly are breathtaking.

She closes her eyes, allowing herself to remember the nights on Earth. Years ago, when she was still a teenager, she used to climb out of her bedroom window during the warm summer nights. She would usually go on the roof, lying down on the roof. The tiles still comfortably warm from the sun during the day. She would gaze at the stars, silently enjoying every single one of them, until they all disappeared, making room for a friendly morning sun. When she became older free time became rare. The summer days and nights now spent in the solitude of her laboratory. The nights that she didn't work, she slept. For that was one thing that she was always short of.

Bulma opens her eyes again, It has been a long time ago since she took the time to appreciate the beauty of the stars. She sighs again, leaning her shoulder against the window, being so mesmerized that she doesn't notice the cracking sound coming from the glass near her shoulder. When she does take notice however, it's already too late. While gazing up at the stars for one last time that night, the window against which she's leaning on, shatters into a thousand pieces. Her eyes wide open as she loses balance. Before really realizing, she's already tumbling out of the window, wind rushing through her long aqua-colored locks and a shrill scream echoing into nothingness.

'Your majesty!'

Vegeta jolts awake, furiously watching the young Saiyan guard standing next to his bed while silently cursing himself. He should never let his guard down like this, it's unacceptable. He watches the Saiyan through dark and narrowed eyes. Even so, the audacity to walk right into his quarters without his permission is even more unacceptable. He feels the vein in his forhead throbbing.

'My sincerest apologies your majesty. We've tried reaching you through your scouter, but we couldn't get hold. That's why they send me instead. They wouldn't have done so i fit wasn't extremely urgent.'

Vegeta produces a low growl, seriously contemplating if he's going to hurt the stupid kid. But then again, the panic in his voice makes him decide to cool it down. Maybe the suicidal fool actually has something important to report.

'What is it?!'

He barks.

'You better have damn good reason to come into my quarters without my permission and wake me up!'

The Saiyan guard swallows nervously by hearing the king's tone.

'Well speak up boy! I don't have all fucking night!'

The Saiyan guard nods and lowers his eyes.

'It's the queen your majesty…something happened to her…'