Breaking Through

Breaking Through

The Coronation

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any of the characters, and am not making any money out of this. Well, is this an original disclaimer or what?

A/N: Well, I think all of you who looked at the reviews noticed that really, really long story. Before ya'll start asking me what that's about: That was a joke-flamer of my lil' sis and my lil' bro. It was written in Dutch, which is my home language. But, don't worry, I love them very much. (But as soon as my sis writes a fic, she can expect an equally long joke-flamer in her mailbox! HAHAHA!!) Okay, sorry to bother you all with my blabla's. I hope ya don't mind. Enjoy the new chap! Love – Marlyne.

Vegeta was bathed in the same manner as Bulma, and afterwards led to his room. He sat down on his bed to meditate. He meditated for eight hours straight, before he opened his eyes, and walked over to the table. Dinner had already been set before his isolation started, because, well, otherwise it wouldn't be isolation anymore now would it? He sat down and ate all the food on the HUGE table in less than fifteen minutes. After he was done, he closed his eyes and felt around. It was good to be home again. He could feel all the high ki's of the Saiyans all around him on the planet. When he was bathed, the Saiyan women had carefully asked him if it was true that he had become the Legendary Super Saiyan. They believed without a doubt that he had killed Freeza, but even though he was born to be the next Legendary, they could hardly believe that it was really true, that this man had attained a level never seen in thousands of years. But Vegeta had not told them anything. He had neither confirmed nor denied the rumors. He was saving a show of his transformation for the coronation.

Vegeta then stretched his senses some more. He could also feel the tiny speck of ki of his woman-servant. She was sleeping, and that only next door! He had to bring up all his self-control to restrain himself from going in there and look at her. Just look at her sleeping. He had found that very relaxing, even though he didn't know why. But he didn't go in. He wasn't allowed to break the twelve hours isolation. He only had to wait three more hours. So Vegeta sat on his bed, closed his eyes and meditated again.

When Bulma woke up she found herself more relaxed than she had been the last three weeks. These beds really were great! A small knock on the door was heard, and she went to open it. Two alien women, others than the day before, came walking in, and set the table with breakfast. Bulma smiled at them and started eating. When she was done she took a shower and slipped into the dress again. She put on all the jewels, except for the ankle band, which was still on, since she wasn't able to take that one off. It was a painful* reminder that she was still a mere servant, and even though slaves served her, she wasn't a free person anymore. A single tear rolled down Bulma's cheek. Oh, how much did she want Vegeta to hold her tight right now! But he wouldn't because he had… forgotten. She made a fist to the air, as a flare of hatred towards the man that had done this to them flashed through her. "Well, you asshole," she whispered, addressing the dead Saiyan with all the hate she could feel, "You just wait and see. I WILL get my Vegeta back!!"

Vegeta grumbled in annoyance of all the hands plucking at him. Five women were dressing him up in the royal ceremony armor, that consisted of a black, spandex bodysuit, red and gold armor, and a enormous flowing, cape, that was as red as blood. Together, it all looked really impressive. But Vegeta paid no need to these clothing stuff, he was just annoyed with all the fuss about him. Why couldn't he just walk in like this, wear the crown, and say: 'I am now king of Vegetasei, bow to me!' just like that? But, he told himself, Just one more hour, and all these fools will know what true power is about! And they will be respectful, fearful, and admiring towards me!!

When Bulma walked into the throne room, pulled along by Cambras, she gasped in surprise. Firstly because it was like a room grabbed out of a storybook. It was huge and beautiful, and very impressive. Secondly because she could hardly believe how many Saiyans were stuffed in there. It was hard to guess how many there were. She guessed about five hundred thousand, but it could have been more, or… Bulma never had been very good at guessing quantities. But she wasn't allowed to stand and guess, for she was still being pulled along by Cambras. Finally, they arrived in a part where all servants sat, at least, the alien servants. Bulma didn't quite know why, but in important ceremonies, the aliens weren't allowed to sit with the Saiyans. He put her there and was ready to walk away when she got the courage to pull his arm. "What?" he asked. "I was just wondering, why can't aliens sit with Saiyans? I'm a little scared that I'm never gonna come out here in one piece, and you're the only person I sorta know." He frowned at this question. Whichever way it was turned, it still was a question for help, and Saiyans naturally didn't feel comfortable with that. "It is a rule because Saiyans are so much stronger than aliens, that in their excitement, the aliens could easily be crushed. But," his face softened a bit, "if you really want me to, I guess I could stay to help you find your way around." Bulma smiled up at him thankfully. Cambras smirked. He would never admit it, but in the past day, even though he had spoke to her only twice, he had sort of taken a liking for her. This tiny, frail looking woman, who on the other hand had the guts to speak up at him, interested him. So he just grunted, the Saiyan way of answering nicely.

Suddenly horns sounded, and the enormous, thirty feet tall doors opened slowly. Immediately the entire hall was silent. Bulma was amazed at how greatly disciplined these Saiyans were. They were raw, rude and evil, but had in their harts the utmost fear and respect for the royal house of Vegetasei. She tried to turn around to look what was taking Vegeta so long, but was harshly pulled straight by Cambras. She took this as a warning to keep on looking straight forward, as, she now noticed, all the people in the Throne room did. So she just waited, and waited and waited, and finally, very slowly, Vegeta came walking by. No guards, no nothing, just Vegeta, in his royal armor, looking like a god. Bulma ever so slightly sighed at the sight of her husband. Man! Does he look dreamy! If it weren't for all the people I would be all over him! And… Bulma thought this with a little pride, he is mine! HAHA! Even though he might have lost his memory, he still has bitten me, and formally, in front of all the people of Mayoshi-sei, declared me his mate. So HE IS MINE!

Vegeta slowly walked past all his subjects, servants, and slaves. He was fully aware at how fantastic he looked. He smirked, because he knew that no one in this room, no one on the planet, hell, even no one in the entire universe could even dream to attain the power he had. He truly was a god. At least, except for the immortality. But, Saiyans lived so long that he was sure that he was near immortal. Because: What other creature in this universe could dream about living, fighting, and being the strongest in the universe for over three hundred years?

At this time he had reached the throne. He turned around to face the hall, where the mass of people stood. A Saiyan came walking in. Vegeta's heart leapt when he saw who it was. He had surely thought him dead! Wasn't it true that he had been killed at the purge of Gohija-sei? Well, apparently it wasn't. Burenko, the man who had always been there for Vegeta since his youth, just like Cambras, was standing in front of Vegeta, smiling up at him in silent respect. Vegeta just kept standing straight, arms crossed over his chest, looking in his normal manner. Disturbed. But Burenko had known him long enough to know that Vegeta was happy to see him. "My Prince, I have been given the enormous honor of crowning thy King of Vegetasei. May I ask you to speak the Oath of Kings." Vegeta nodded lightly at him, and kneeled on one knee in front of his people.

Bulma watched with interest as Vegeta kneeled down in front of the people in the room, and as he started to speak in Saiyago, slowly, as if wanting to taste every word. To Bulma it sounded like a soft growling song, and even though she couldn't understand a word of it, she could feel what the words did to the people in the hall. They were all silent, and stared at Vegeta with the utmost respect. Bulma was smashed with the very essence of infinite loyalty that was all over this room, all over the crowd. She had never known that Vegeta had had such a life, living with people who respected him, were infinitely loyal to him, worshipped him. When on earth, he was treated as just another man, nothing important, here on Vegetasei, every single being worshipped him as a god. It was almost too much for Bulma to comprehend.

"… and hereby I vow, under the eyes of the eternal gods, that I will be a King worthy of the royal name of Vegetasei. I will be a harsh King. But there will be justice. I swear to keep the name Vegeta high. You, my subjects, will bow to me, and obey me in everything. Only with loyal subjects, a King of Vegetasei can truly be King. I am your King, Vegeta. The seventeenth in my line, and I am the Legendary." And with this, Vegeta stood up and powered up into Super Saiyan, letting his hair turn gold and his eyes turn aquamarine. He stood there in silence, proudly erected, drinking in the absolute admiration of his people. Bulma knew that stare. He was as smug as can be. But all the Saiyans just stood there, staring at Vegeta, mouths open, eyes wide, gasping in surprise. About twenty seconds of absolute silence later suddenly, out of the middle of the hall an ancient song began. Slowly, all the Saiyans joined in the chorus that rolled through the crowd. Vegeta recognized the song. It had been exactly seventeen generations ago that these words had been sung. It was an ancient chorus in which tribute was paid to the first Super Saiyan. To the Legendary King of Vegetasei. And now, nearly three thousand years later, these words were sung to him. He was the Legendary Super Saiyan. He was the most powerful being in the universe.

When the song was over, Vegeta knelt down again, but remained in Super Saiyan modus. Burenko slowly walked over to him, holding the crown and a medal on a pendant in his hands. He stopped in front of Vegeta. First he lifted the pendant, held it high for a moment, then hung it across Vegeta's neck. It was a really heavy royal mark, which had only been worn by the sixteen Vegeta's, his father, his grandfather, and all his ancestors. Burenko then lifted the crown, and carefully, and slowly placed it upon Vegeta's head. "Hereby, I crown thy, Prince Vegeta of Vegetasei to our seventeenth King. May the gods be with you." He then stepped aside, as Vegeta stood up, sent a deathly glare across the room, and slowly walked out of the throne room.

It was silent for a few moments after the new King had left. But then the hall was suddenly filled with words. Everyone was commenting on how amazing it was, and how honored they were to be able to live under the rule of the Legendary. Cambras took Bulma by the arm, and carefully led her away. As soon as they were out of the throne room, Bulma started talking. "What did he say? What was the song about? All I could make out was the word 'vow', and didn't understand a word of the rest." But Cambras just stared into the nothingness. "The Legendary…" he then snapped out of it and turned to Bulma. "You knew he had attained that level didn't you?" he asked, already knowing what the answer was. "Yeah," was all Bulma answered, a little upset that she obviously wouldn't be getting her answers. Cambras then shook his head in disbelief, and started walking again, taking Bulma back to her room.

When she had said her good-byes to Cambras, Bulma turned around and entered her room. She found that the door connecting Vegeta's bedroom with hers was open. Knowing that this wasn't a coincidence she walked into Vegeta's bedroom.

Vegeta sat at his desk, looking at some letters that he had gotten from all over the planet. They were about the rebels, all of the information that had been gathered about them had been sent to the Palace. He now sat bowed over these letters, still in his royal armor, though he had taken the crown off. He frowned as he looked at the little information there was. It was said that the rebels never were seen, or sensed. They seemed to have made some shields to hide their ki. It was assumed that their headquarter was on Loshijka. That was an island on the southwestern half of the planet. The part most frustrating was that no one saw a pattern in the attacks, no one knew what the rebels wanted to attain, how, and why. Vegeta knitted his eyebrows. It was clear that he wouldn't get any wiser if he didn't go there himself. He would do that tomorrow. Right now, he was tired. He went through all the events of the past day in his mind. The adoration of his subjects had really done him well. He would be a good King. He was sure of that. And then, he thought of Burenko. He had really been pleasantly surprised that his old tutor and friend was still alive. He needed to know how he had survived that fight on Gohija-sei. He would have breakfast with him tomorrow.

Then, Vegeta suddenly heard a noise. His slave had come back. He had deliberately left the door that connected their rooms open. He didn't quite know why. He only had the feeling that he was sort of attracted to this woman. He had tried to shake it off, but it hadn't worked. How he had lived with her for nine years, without as much as touching her (come on, you know what I mean) was beyond his comprehension. But at this moment he wanted her badly. He needed to have her.

Exactly that moment, Bulma hesitantly walked in. "My Lord?" she asked, not knowing for sure if going in had been such a good idea. Come on, after having him for a husband for the past nine years, you should at least know him well enough to know this! But… this isn't the same Vegeta I've been married to for all these years. And besides, Vegeta would certainly act differently to his mate than to his slave. Bulma just wasn't sure. "What is it?" he snorted. Good question! What am I gonna see to this one? Nice action Bulma! Bulma thought to herself at this. "I… I… nothing, I was just wondering if you were needing any more of my services." Hey Baby! Good thinking!! She thought to herself, relieved that this genial answer had come up. She expected him to say no, send her away and go to sleep, but was in for a surprise. "Actually I am." He said, not knowing what to do. He could've just taken her, but for some reason he didn't. "I want you to fetch me a drink. Anything with a lot of alcohol will do." Bulma nodded and fetched it. When she came back she walked over to Vegeta and poured it a glass. She put it down on the table next to his bed, when he suddenly stood up, so abruptly that they were nose to nose. Bulma gasped and held her breath. Then, Vegeta put his arms around her waist and kissed her. It was a long, warm passionate kiss. When it was over they just kept standing there. "Vegeta…" Bulma breathed against his lips, and for once, Vegeta didn't hit her, but just stared. After a moment, he just as abruptly sat back down on the bed, grabbed his glass and took a sip. "You may go." he said. And Bulma bowed and walked into her own room, where she carefully closed the doors. She then dropped onto her bed. Wow, I really missed that! His kiss was heaven. I hope he does it again… Haha! I can hardly believe myself, me, a mother with a nine year old child dreaming about her husband to kiss her, and being in cloud nine when he does. I bet there is no other married woman in the world who has been married happily for nine years, when suddenly, because of an evil dead man, she is reduced to his slave! Haha! This is kinda funny. Maybe I can seduce him again! Just like the old days… A memory came back to her. Hey! Isn't that what this entire trip was all about from the start?

"Yeah," Vegeta sighed. "Those were the days!" Bulma leaned back against him. "When I look at all these memories, I can't believe how I ever came to trust you! You're goddamned scary! Where'd you pick that up?"

"It's a natural talent I guess." Vegeta smirked. "What do you say if we go back to those old days. Now, we're still young! You're only 28! Still a little girl!" Bulma sighed again. "You're forgetting one little thing. We have a nine year old son now." Vegeta grunted. "We can just leave him with Kakarrot and his mate for a year or so." Bulma smiled to herself. "Wow, I never thought you would allow your son to be 'polluted' by 'Kakarrot'!"

"I'm not. When we get back, I'll give him a training worthy of a Saiyan Prince!" Vegeta stated proudly. "Well, what do ya say?" Bulma didn't doubt for long. Actually, she didn't doubt at all. "Of course my King! Let's make the universe dangerous."

Well, Vegeta, neither of us knew that 'back to the old days' would happen so literally! Bulma smiled. She was confidant that whatever it would take, she would get Vegeta back. No matter what. She then undressed, stepped into bed and immediately fell asleep. Dreaming of her Prince, cause even though he was a King now, Vegeta would always be her Prince.

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*mentally painful, it's not like its cutting off her blood or something.

And, how did y'all like this part? Better than the last? Worse? Any tips?

Next part will be about the rebels, and Vegeta finding out just who he needs to locate them. Everyone who still hasn't read 'Where are You?' yet, I strongly advise you to, cause the rebel thing will only make sense when you have read that. Oh, and if you're wondering about the sudden use of the word Saiyago instead of Saiyan (for the language), I read the word Saiyago in two fics, and thought it prettier than Saiyan. It is also easier to keep people and language apart. Well, that's about it, I love you all! – Marlyne.