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Note: Enjoy chapter 4 of The Unwanted Bride.

Chapter 4: Dinner invitations

Flashback: Bulma smirks as she watches the doctor's staggered face. His mouth wide open and his eyes practically rolling out of its sockets. Bulma suddenly feels quite satisfied and leans back into her pillow as she hears the doctor mumble some incoherent things and walk away. She may not be fully herself yet, but this certainly is a start.

Sweat drips from his body as he pulls himself out of the red haired woman with a loud groan. A satisfied smirk on his face as he rolls away from her.

'Oh, your majesty…'

The red haired alien tries her very best to make her voice sound sexy, but even at its lowest, it's nothing more but a shrill and annoying sound, irritating his very sensitive ears.

'That was amazing…'

The woman throws him a seductive look as she lets the tipa of her fingers slowly glide over his muscular chest. Producing a satisfied soft purring sound in the process. Vegeta grins and turns his head on his pillow to look outside of the huge window near his bed, the many stars in the horizon being the only source of light during the long and dark night.

'I know'.

The red haired woman smiles and licks her cherry red lips as she crawls closer towards Vegeta and pushes her bare soft breasts against his strong arm.

'Care for another round milord?'

Vegeta turns his head back again and watches the woman laying next to him. She's very sexy and she knows it. Luscious crimson red curls, almond shaped emerald eyes surrounded by long black lashes, full soft lips and a body to absolutely die for. She's fucking gorgeous and, not to mention, a great fuck, but still…she's nothing compared to the soft and almost innocent beauty of the blue haired woman. His queen. Long blue locks cascading down her back like a true waterfall, a fair and very soft looking skin, her eyes the color of the most mysterious ocean and those rose colored lips that are almost begging him to kiss them…How his treacherous body longs to loose himself inside of her fragile but breathtaking human body. He grunts, cursing himself for allowing such thoughts. He then turns his attention back towards the red haired vixen laying next to him. Her hand already near his most sensitive ''spot'' and he can already smell the strong scent of her ''excitement''.

'You're the most promiscuous whore I ever came across'

He cocks up his eyebrow as he observes her face, her eyes wide as if she's insulted but then she throws her head in her neck and starts to laugh. Vegeta's face cringes at the horrible sound her mouth produces but he quickly shakes it off.

'No'

He says as he pushes her away from him.

'Go back to your quarters girl, you are no longer needed here'.

The woman abruptly stops laughing and looks at Vegeta in a surprised way.

'But your majesty…'

She starts to pout as she tries to grab Vegeta's hand. Vegeta flares his nostrils and suddenly he grabs the woman by her fragile neck and pulls her very close to his face. Somehow he can't stand being around her anymore. His thoughts occupied by a certain blue haired woman and that damn sweet tempting scent of vanilla that's always surrouning her.

'I said…go…a-way…'

His eyes look at hers angrily while holding her neck tightly, tight enough to feel extremely uncomfortable but just not tight enough to break it. He sees her eyes turning very big and the previous smell of excitement is replaced by the sweet smell of fear building up all around her. How he loves that smell. But just as quickly as he grabbed her by the neck he lets go again and watches how the woman jumps of the bed and scrambles her clothes together. A quick bow is given to him as she flees out the door. Vegeta grins and shakes his head.

'Stupid whore'.

'I don't care what his majesty said, I just want to get out of here!'

Bulma looks at the big bulgy Saiyan guard in front of her while almost fuming with anger. It's been a couple of days ago since the doctors released her from the medical wing and since then she's been staying in her same old quarters again. Doing nothing all day however, is driving her crazy. There's nothing to fix, no television to watch, no books or magazines to read, just her and her thoughts and that…is not the best thing there is, especially not now. So to keep her sanity in place, she decided she wanted to get out of her room for a little bit, just to stretch her legs and take a walk through the palace or something like that. So she took a shower, got dressed and was starting to walk out of her room when this big idiot Saiyan came along and stopped her!

'His majesty doesn't want you to roam around the palace, he's afraid you might get hurt'.

The Saiyan guard looks at the petit aqua haired woman in front of him who looks back in quite the pissed of manner. Bulma sighs and angrily shakes her head

'Look bud…'

One hand placed on her hip as she presses her index finger from her other hand against the white colored breastplate of the Saiyan standing in front of her. Not at all impressed by his height and strenght.

'I don't believe for one second that the king actually cares for my wellbeing, because let's face it, if he did, where was he when I got released from the medical wing? Besides, you Saiyans are way too busy with being… Saiyan to actually ''care'' about someone's wellbeing. So cut the crap. Furthermore, it's not like I can actually run off you know? The palace is the only save haven there is because of the high gravity outside of the palace. So what's the big deal?'

Bulma looks at the Saiyan guard with a tilted head and one eyebrow pulled up. The Saiyan guard blinks a view times and looks at her completely flabbergasted. He's been guarding this room for months now and he's never seen the Earth woman acting like this; all cocky and arrogant. Most of the time she's been quiet and sad looking, but this…this is a big change from how she was when she first came in, what happened in that medical wing?! While the Saiyan guard is giving her a very puzzled look, Bulma crosses her arms and taps her foot on the ground impatiently. She really wants to get out of that damn ''prison'' that is her room since the loneliness and nothingness in there are making her feel choked up. But she also doesn't want to push her luck. She may be a queen on paper, but when everything comes together that probably doesn't mean too much, so she decides to change tactics.

'Okay, so you won't let me go, that's fine. You probably have a job to do and I realize that consequences could be quite grim if you don't follow orders, but could you at least ask his majesty if I'm allowed to get out of my room, just for an hour or so? This room is driving me crazy! I would ask him myself, but he's never around and supposedly I'm not allowed to leave this room.'

The big Saiyan guard frowns as he looks at her and Bulma feels her chances slipping away as she sees the dark look on his face.

Urgh, I'm such a fool. He probably despises me like any other Saiyan around here does because I'm no more but a useless and weak alien in their eyes who married to their king and is supposed to bare him a prince, a hybrid prince! So why would he do something for me? But before she can even think more, the Saiyan guard slowly nods and Bulma's eyes turn big as she looks at the guard hopefully.

'Really?'

The guard glares at her and nods again, a bit more firmly this time.

'But you have to go back into your room now, his majesty won't be happy if he sees you standing halfway into the hallway'.

Bulma throws him a big smile and turns around to go back in her room again, but then she turns around and faces the guard while whispering a soft 'thank you' and she quickly turns and slips into her room leaving behind a baffled Saiyan guard.

'Nobody has ever said thank you to me…'

Vegeta leans back in his chair as a sharp knock on his door makes him look up. That's strange, he didn't had any appointments scheduled today except for training, but he just got back from training less than an hour ago. He usually enjoyed a bit of reading after completing his training for the day since a king does need to be educated. Plus, his team of scientists discovered a new planet just a couple of days ago, so he was trying to look up every bit of information he could find about it before sending a purge team to it. In Vegeta's philosophy it would be foolish to send a team towards a planet blindly. His race might be the strongest one in the universe, but even though, some species could unpleasantly surprise you and that has happened in the past. Thankfully not under his reign, but under his father's reign. The old fool was just too stubborn for his own good. Vegeta smirks, good thing he ended that little problem some time ago. A new knock on his door makes him snap out of his thoughts and look at the door a bit irritated, he produces a soft and low grunt.

'Yes, you may come in'.

Vegeta watches the Saiyan entering through the door. The man looks at Vegeta, quickly lowers his eyes and gives a deep bow.

'Your Majesty, thank you for seeing me'.

Vegeta nods and clears his throat.

'It's not like I had another choice; anyway, you may stand up and tell me why you're here exactly and do me a favor…don't waste my time. I can easily get very pissed off when people waste my time and I tend to do ''unpleasant'' things as a reaction'.

The big Saiyan in front of him stands up and swallows nervously, Vegeta looks amused but then suddenly recognizes him. He's one of the men who guards the woman's room!

'I'm here because of the queen your majesty'.

Vegeta pulls up one eyebrow as he looks at the guard almost curiously.

'What about her?'

The man in front of him is starting to look very nervous, like he's regretting why he came here. His face looking all flushed and sweaty. Vegeta starts to feel slightly amused again, he likes to toy around with people, making them feel all nervous and uncomfortable. It's one of his ways to show people how powerful he is, plus the psychological game can be so much more enjoyable than killing them off. Besides, if he'd really get enough of certain people, he could always still kill them without a problem. But since the man has something to say about the woman, he doesn't feel like toying around with him…too much.

'Well speak up, what have you got to say about her or must I remind you again of what happens when you decide to waste my time?'

Vegeta frowns as he watches the Saiyan guard through dark narrowed eyes. The guard nervously scratches his head while he curses himself for coming in here, he doesn't even really know why he said yes to her in the first place.

'The queen has asked if she can leave her room every no wand then.'

Vegeta looks at him and cocks his eyebrow up again while crossing his arms.

'Why would she want to leave her room?'

The guards eyes turn big as he tries to swallow away his nerves.

'I think that the queen is a bit…bored…your majesty'.

Vegeta leans back, arms still crossed. So the woman has had enough of her quarters. Vegeta smirks; he's not quite surprised about that. The woman is a scientist after all and since he knows a lot more about her past than she probably thinks he knows, he knows that she's been a pretty busy scientist too. So her time in the medical wing did actually change some things, since before she would have been more contempt with her room. Vegeta suddenly remembers the doctors telling him about the sudden change in behavior, a small crooked smile creeping up his lips.

'Tell the queen that I expect her to dine with me tomorrow night, eight o'clock. Make sure that you escort her to the royal dining room'.

The guard gives a nod while feeling his nerves slowly getting less.

'Yes your majesty, I will your majesty' Vegeta suddenly stands up from his chair and walks to the window to look outside.

'You may go now'. The guard gives another deep bow and backs out of the room, feeling very happy that he's actually still alive. Inside the room Vegeta stands in front of the window, looking at the rough landscape that is planet Vegeta.

'This should be very interesting…'