Vegeta sat quietly for a few moments with Bulma at his side, closed his eyes and began to picture in his mind all the stories his beautiful little mother, Anuhea, had told him. He tried also to gather his memories of the 5 short years he spent with her as a boy, and the proud Prince allowed his mind to drift off to a far away and distant place on the Planet Vegeta where the story of mother and son took place, the place of his beginnings in the arms of the exquisite little Saiyan Queen who loved him more than life itself. And he determined to tell the story in a way that would bring honor to her and what follows is that story.
The Story of Queen Anuhea and Prince Vegeta
At age 14, the beautiful little girl stood all of 4 feet, 8 inches tall, weighed 83 pounds, and was almost half the size she should have been for Saiyan females of that maturity. She was tiny and delicate, wild and defiant, and was exquisite, with onyx black eyes that sparkled when she was happy and flashed when she was angry. And her Saiyan parents named her Anuhea, after the wild and warm summer mountain breeze that descended down upon them the night she was born.
She was gentle and loving, yet she was arrogant and stubborn and in her defiance of the standards for the appearance of Saiyan females, the little girl refused to ever allow her hair to be cut. The result was a full head of long, wild black curls that not only cascaded down her back but also wisped around her face and flew unrestrained into her eyes when she ran. Anuhea would smile to herself as she realized that hair, like life itself, needed to be as free as the summer mountain breeze.
So Anuhea would wear her wild and thick black curly hair parted in the middle, loosely secured up off her face in braids that she tied with tan strips of rawhide while the remainder of her hair tumbled over her shoulders down her back to her knees. And she would scent her hair with the oils from crushed lavender flowers.
The defiant little girl also refused to allow the Saiyan warrior armor designed by Frieza to even touch her little body. It felt cold and harsh and reeked with the hate and destruction that defined Frieza. Rather, she chose to wear the traditional garments of her people from the ancient times, and she had designed her flowing, layered white gauze dresses based upon details of the stories related by the story tellers from her village.
And the very first time the elders from her village saw her as she walked out of her hut and onto the street dressed in the traditional garments of the ancient ones, they wept. She stood there before them in her long sleeved, white gauze gown that brushed the ground, with its soft layers flowing and dancing joyfully in the breeze that blew over her. And where the gown loosely outlined her tiny hips, she had carefully sown onto it the traditional tan leather straps whose function was to loosely hold her tail in place, allowing it to drape in sensuous loops around her.
For the first time in her young little life, Anuhea realized she was beautiful and she was moved to weep when she saw how they looked at her. They did not look upon her with desire, rather, they gazed upon her filled with the emotion of a distant recognition, making her aware of the beauty of something ancient and genetic, something deep within her Saiyan body that had just remembered itself and was awakening. And it was something that far transcended her physical beauty.
The parents of the exquisite little girl were part of a mated pair, even though her father was a low level soldier in the Saiyan army under Frieza. And while she had seen her father only just a few times in her lifetime, she cherished those times when he could sneak away to see her, knowing that he did so at the risk of his very own life. And Frieza was aware of the secluded mountain village where she and the others from her tribe lived on the Planet Vegeta, but he had left it untouched for generations. So far, the people had been of no use to him.
And then came that afternoon in which the day was just to lovely to be spent within the confines of the village. So the tiny Anuhea had chosen to go horseback riding out to the high mountain valley where the waterfall was. She had been warned to never go that far out alone now, because her body had reached the level of maturity in which she had begun to produce her womanly scent. She ran the risk now, of arousing any unmated male within range of her. The female Saiyan warriors under Frieza's control were forced to take medications to stop their scent until Frieza was ready for one of them to be bred, so the wild freedom that Anuhea's body enjoyed could also quickly put her life in jeopardy.
And in her innocence, Anuhea did not understand the ramifications of, or the reasons behind, their warnings. She knew Frieza and the Saiyan warriors under his command were monsters that killed and brutalized people and so, ever since she had been old enough to walk. she accumulated a variety of hiding places to keep her safe from discovery. And her experiences with the mated males in the village were that they treated their mates with gentleness and love in her hearts. The beautiful little Anuhea simply had no reason for believing a male would wish to treat her harshly if he had desire in his heart for her.
That is, until later that afternoon when a certain Saiyan King had responded with desire to the scent of the exquisite little Anuhea and tracked it down until he found it's source.
He stood at a distance as he watched her play and splash in the water of the waterfall, with her long white gauze gown lifted up over her knees and her long, wild black hair unrestrained, and her tail looped around and over her hips sensuously, and she took his breath away. He had never before felt such intense desire as watched the tiny Saiyan beauty frolic in that water. And as he watched her, and his body continued to respond to his desire, she marked him, and he determined to take her as his mate and have her sit as Queen regardless of what Frieza would say.
But as he continued to watch her splash around wildly and sensuously in that waterfall, her beauty and her scent became increasingly intoxicating to him, and his massive body began to throb with passion for her, and he determined to take the object of his passion to satisfy his need. And so he took Anuhea's tiny little body that afternoon, and he did so, repeatedly.
When King Vegeta was spent, he gathered the dazed, limp body of the beautiful little girl in his arms and flew her back to the palace to have her cleaned up and prepared to be introduced to Frieza as the newest Queen of the Planet Vegeta. And King Vegeta realized that he felt an attachment of sorts for his new little pet and he determined that she would be the perfect female within which to plant the future Prince of the Planet Vegeta.
Later that evening, beautiful little Anuhea awoke in a strange bed, in a strange room, with a strange, but somehow soothing, little old Saiyan matron glancing gently down at her.
"What's your name, child?"
And with that Anuhea sat straight up in the bed, noticing her torn gown and as well as the pain in her little body.
"What's your name, child?"
"What?! My name! Why should I tell you who I am? I don't know you, I don't even know where I am. The last thing I remember is that huge smelly male pig laying on top me, grunting and spitting and sweating and he was doing a horrible thing to me, old one! And when I find him I'm going to blast him into oblivion! No one hurts me that way and gets away with it, nobody!"
And with that, the ancient Saiyan matron who was assigned by King Vegeta to watch over and care for little Anuhea, just walked over to her and encased the child in her arms, and she began to rock the little girl, slowly.
"It's okay to weep, baby girl" the old one softly told her, "tears bring life".
And with that, Anuhea began to sob, first for the violation of her body and next for the violation of her heart. This was the first time in her lifetime that she had ever experienced pain at the hands of another.
"He hurt me, old one, he hurt me bad, why?", the exquisite little girl sobbed as the wrinkled old Saiyan matron held her and rocked her gently while Anuhea wept into the night and the wrinkled old Saiyan matron continued to hold her, finally rocking her to sleep. The old one then moved Anuhea off of her lap onto the bed, straightened the covers around her, and then she too began to weep.
"I'm so sorry, baby girl, I'm so sorry. If you only knew….."
The old one came back the next day to break it to the child that today was going to be coronation day. And not only tell her, but get her ready for it, and not only get her ready for it, but keep her there once she saw Frieza and King Vegeta!
But nothing could have prepared the old one for what she saw when she entered Anuhea's room that morning. The beautiful child had taken every shiny, red apple out of the basket that had been placed in her room for nourishment, placed them in a variety of strategic locations and she was standing there shooting puny little energy blasts at them. There were apple parts on the floor, on the ceiling, on the walls, on the windows, and especially on Anuhea! She had apple parts in her hair, on her torn gauze gown, and even in her eyebrows, but she continued to practice those blasts with deadly determination!
"What are you doing child!" the old one sputtered, "I'm the one who has to clean this mess up!"
"I told you last night, I don't know who he is, but when I find him, I'm going to blast him into oblivion!!!"
And even though she did not think it was possible in light of the current circumstances, the old one chuckled.
"Baby girl, look around you", the old one had said. "You certainly have enough power to dismember them, but as you can see, these ruthless red warrior apples are nowhere even close to oblivion! In time, you and I will practice together. But now you must hurry and get ready, you have a big party to go to! And be a good little girl and just get dressed"
"What? Good little girl?! Old one, I'd blast you right now if I knew it wouldn't tickle you!"
And with that, the two of them, one young, and exquisitely beautiful inside and out, and the other, ancient and wrinkled on the outside but absolutely exquisite on the inside, became friends that day.
The old one decided to tell the child where she was and what was going to happen to her that day in the royal courtyard of King Vegeta's palace. The old one told the tiny little Anuhea that on this very day, she would become the wife of, and would reign as Queen with, the very man who had raped her.
And as the beautiful little girl wept bitterly and said she would refuse to ever do such a thing, the old one just held her, and told her that she had simply had no choice. King Vegeta and Frieza were prepared to destroy the mountain village she loved with all her heart, right along with all the Saiyan people in it, should she refuse. The old one then handed the specially tailored, white satin coronation gown to the little Anuhea and turned around, and walked out.
And after she had finished weeping, the exquisite little future Queen of the Planet Vegeta decided to met her fate head on and when she had finished her preparations, she stepped out of the door into the hallway with her shoulders back and her head held perfectly erect, and began to walk down that hallway with the full pride of Saiyan Queen that she was about to become. And refusing to restrain her long, black curly hair, it cascaded wildly and loosely down her back to her knees almost seeming to overwhelm her tiny frame. She refused to even restrain it with braids this time, and she wove in several strands of tan rawhide strips into her curls and used them to secure several of the perfect white lilies from her room into her wild, long black hair. And she had lifted her hair off of her head with her fingers so that when she was done, curly fringes stood up and away from her face in wild shooting spiky fullness.
And rather than wrap her tail tightly around her waist, she had torn the white satin coronation gown so that tiny strips of cloth held her tail in place, allowing it to hang in sensuous loops around her hips, wearing it in the ancient tradition. She also chose not to wear the traditional shoes that accompanied the gown, and went her coronation barefoot.
She determined that she would do what they wanted because she loved her home and her family more than life itself, but she promised herself that they would clearly know of her hatred for them. They could take her body if that was their choice but they would never be able to take her heart. The love in her was just too strong for that. And she knew then that no matter what happened, she would always be like the summer mountain breeze she was named after, and just like that breeze, it would be impossible for them to contain or restrain her. No matter what happened from that moment forward, she knew she would hold on to that image, always. And with that, she stepped into the courtyard of King Vegeta's palace, into her new life, and into the very presence of evil itself.
As soon as she opened the double doors, the music began and the presence and attitude of the wild and exquisitely beautiful Anuhea defied her tiny stature. And she could feel the eyes of the males feeding upon her as they desired her, and she knew that they looked at her with dishonor for her in their hearts. And she felt violated. And some of them had openly allowed their bodies to swell in front of her as they stood in her presence as she passed by them.
Little Anuhea closely held on to that memory of the way the elders from her mountain village had looked upon her in newly sown white gauze gown, clinging to that initial awareness of her beauty as she saw it reflected back to her in their eyes. And she knew that as long as she continued to see herself through their eyes, she would be okay. Yet her humiliation was great, and silent and almost unnoticeable tears began to roll down her cheeks as she continued her long walk, with head held high, to King Vegeta and Frieza.
And she saw the shock in King Vegeta's eyes over her openly defiant appearance and so she played him against his desire for her, and he allowed her to continue and be crowned just as she was. The exquisite little Anuhea knew also that she needed to make eye contact with Frieza and with a single glance make her stand against him. But she when she looked into his icy eyes for the first time she was not prepared for the absolute evil that looked back at her as though he was devouring her at that very moment. And so, the wild and exquisitely beautiful new Queen glanced at her new husband with a false look of desire and then looked right back at Frieza in a way that told him that even though she hated the King he was still the better choice. And she took her place at King Vegeta's side in silence and throughout that celebration, she maintained her posture in her mind as a Saiyan Queen of the ancient ways.
For the next several months, the tiny Queen Anuhea was forced to share the King's chambers with him and she could almost survive it if she didn't have to look at him. And when he would be on top of her grunting and sweating and pounding, she would imagine in her mind that she was out soaring over her beautiful mountain village, riding on the wings of a wild and warm summer mountain breeze. It had even begun to amuse her that after the King had satisfied himself on her, he wouldn't even know that she had been gone, and in her mind she would belittle him for being so stupid.
And then came the day when Anuhea realized that a tiny life had begun to grow deep within her own tiny body and she was filled with a love the depth of which she had never known before and she knew, without knowing how she knew, that she carried within her a baby boy. From that day forward, she knew also that somehow that tiny little life growing within her was the fulfillment of that which the elders recognized within her that day in the village.
A Super Saiyan had not been born into the Saiyan society since Frieza began to tamper with and destroy the natural, instinctive, and genetic mating patterns of her people from generations ago. And the tiny little Anuhea suddenly realized that that had been Frieza's goal all along, to bred out of her people the strength of the super Saiyan, knowing he could not stand against it. She knew that the child growing within her would be a super Saiyan one day, and would take his place with the legendary warriors of old. Then she realized with great joy that if it was happening in her life, it must be happening in the lives of others as well, and in time her people would rise up and destroy Frieza. One day they would all be free again.
And now since she was with child, Anuhea was overjoyed to discover that the King was no longer allowed to touch her in accord with Frieza's laws on Saiyan mating. She was moved into her own chambers away from him. After the upcoming birth of her son, the little Queen would be surgically altered, rendering her unable to receive a male without great injury to her body. It was Frieza's way of toying with the King while allowing him to live openly as a mated pair, a privilege few Saiyan males and females enjoyed any longer in the Saiyan society created by Frieza.
From that day forward, Anuhea would talk to the child growing within her and would tell him of the depth of the love in her heart for him. She and the old one, who was Anuhea's only friend, would take the tiny unborn baby boy for long walks in the sunshine and they would talk and laugh, but Anuhea would usually wind up weeping because she missed her mountain home so much. And then one day quite by accident, when she and the old one were out walking, they had wandered into a high mountain valley not fair from the palace. It was a warm and calming place, and she loved that it reminded her so much of her mountain village. From that point forward, the three of them, the old one, Anuhea, and her unborn son, would journey to the quiet place every chance they got. Every time they would arrive, the tiny baby boy within her would seem to leap with joy.
But nothing could have prepared her for the day her exquisite little boy was born, nothing. Because the pain she endured when they took little Vegeta from her before she could even hold him in her arms was beyond what she could bear. The exquisite little mother wept and pleaded with them to please not take her baby away from her, to please talk to the King first, because it had to be some type of mistake. But it was no mistake as Frieza had ordered it so to break the bond between mother and son, which he felt to be a dangerous thing. The wet nurse who had been prepared to care for the brand new little prince took him roughly in her arms and he began to weep from the moment she first touched him. And they smugly told the devastated little Anuhea that her presence in his life was no longer required. And in an instant, that exquisite little creature who she loved more than life itself, was gone.
And from that time on, in spite of her resolve to stay strong no matter what, the heartbroken little Queen slumped into a deep depression, and she refused to eat or move from her room, and she refused even to speak to the old one.
And just when she was on the brink of death, her exquisite baby boy she was returned to her one morning for her to take of for time. From the moment they had taken him from her, her tiny son had refused to allow anyone else to care for him and was inconsolable, and he rejected the wet nurse, refusing to nurse from her, until he too, was on the brink of death.
And together, the exquisite little mother and her tiny little son wept together, rediscovering each other, reconnecting and giving life back to each other. And on that morning for the first time since his birth, the beautiful little Anuhea was able to hold her son to her tiny breast and nurse him. And as she gazed down her son and felt him nestle into her, falling into a contented sleep for the first time in his life, she determined to never let him go again, no matter what she might have to face in the future knowing she loved him more than live itself.
And so one day she went to King Vegeta and got down on her knees in front of him, and without permission simply laid her head on his lap and allowed her tears to spill over onto him and weeping until she could scarcely breathe, she looked up into his eyes and asked that her baby boy please never be taken from her again. And in a manner uncharacteristic for the King, he reached down and touched her hair and realizing he still carried an attachment in his heart for her, he granted her request, in spite of what Frieza would say.
The tiny prince Vegeta grew quickly and at age 1, he was moved from the Queen's chambers to one of his own just down the hall from her. And at age 2, his formal Saiyan training to become a warrior and a Prince began, and by the time he turned 3, a high-ranking soldier in the King's army named Napa had been assigned to be trainer and bodyguard to the Prince.
The exquisite little Queen Anuhea's heart would simply sing with pride as she would watch little Vegeta, who at age 4, would already order the towering Napa around with great authority. The pint-sized Prince made it very clear to the warriors around him that he was indeed the Prince Vegeta and that he was in charge. And the tiny little Queen laughed until she cried one day when she heard an enraged little Vegeta yell at Napa.
'Napa!', he had said, 'don't make me mad or I'll blast you into obivelin', And he had his little had raised with deadly seriousness to form an energy blast.
So Anuhea worked with the Prince on the correct way to say the word, oblivion, as they made their way up to the high mountain valley of their quiet place. The quiet place was where the exquisite little Queen would tell her son all about the legendary super Saiyans of old. And she would tell him that she believed that he was indeed one of those warriors because he was born from a long bloodline of Saiyan people who practiced the ancient ways, who did not allow Frieza to interfere with the natural genetic design of their bodies. She told him also that she believed there were others out there as well and that his offspring would also be born with the ability to transform. The tiny prince, who was rapidly approaching the age of 5, and who was less than half the size he should have been for a Saiyan boy of his age, would listen intently to her stories. But as always, he was impatient to show her some new technique that he had learned that day. And that was the last time they were alone together in the quiet place.
Later that night, when the beautiful little Queen entered her chambers she found Frieza standing there waiting for her. He told her that he was revoking her privilege of seeing her son because she was filling his head with dangerous notions and making him weak. And he told her that should she defy him he would kill her, and then he told her that he would probably kill her anyway because he no longer wished to allow her defiance of the last five years to go unpunished. The monster said he was telling her these things because he wanted her to live for time with the fact that her death was eminent.
And in direct defiance of Frieza, the wild little Queen Anuhea snuck her son into her chambers that night and many nights after that, always telling him the depth of her love for him. Knowing there was nothing King Vegeta could do to stop Frieza, she began to prepare her son for a life without her, telling him it was only a matter of time until Frieza took her life. The little Queen told her son that Frieza had had it in his heart to harm her the from the first time he had ever laid eyes on her.
So she would tell little Vegeta that she loved him more than life itself and that she did not fear passing into the next dimension. And he would weep in her arms and would vow to her that one day he would become the strongest super Saiyan alive, second to none, and he would destroy Frieza for what he was about to do to her. Anuhea would simply hold him, tearfully whispering to him to not be afraid when that time came because she would check on him always from the other world. And she promised him that every day they were apart, she would send her love to him on the wings of a wild and warm summer mountain breeze so that he would not feel so alone after she was gone. And with tears still overflowing from her onyx black eyes, she asked her son to remember always to be a warrior in accord with the ancient ways of their people, who were wild and fierce and passionate, who lived in love openly, and who wept freely. And she asked him to not allow himself to be seduced by the violence around him. Little Vegeta's onyx black eyes also welled up with tears as he promised her that he would never be like Frieza or the King.
Then the exquisite little Queen embraced her son for the last time ever, told him again of the depth of her love for him, and then told him that the time had come because death was standing right outside her door. And she stood bravely, and in her final act of defiance, determined to met her fate head on, knowing that he could break her tiny little body but that he could never destroy her heart. She was, and had always been, beyond Frieza's reach. And as the door to her chambers was violently shattered from the outside in, she whispered goodbye to the exquisite little creature that she had given life to and asked him to remember her, always.
And so that night had finally come when Frieza acted on his hatred for the exquisite little Queen and he ravaged her tiny little body and killed her right there in front of her son. And the beautiful little Queen Anuhea, who loved her son more than life itself, was a mere 20 years old when she passed into the next dimension that night at the hands of Frieza, and her exquisite little boy was only just 5 when she disappeared out his life forever.
And not one day had passed since she entered the next dimension that Anuhea did not check on her son, and she would send, each day, her love to him on the wings of a wild and warm summer mountain breeze.
***
And when Vegeta had completed the telling of his story of the beautiful little Anuhea, leaning back on his elbows, he opened his eyes to see the bright morning sun shining on his face, drying the wetness of his tears. As he thought about his own son, he came to a clearer understanding of the depth of his love for Trunks, and he was overwhelmed to think that someone like him had contributed to the life of that exquisite lavender haired creature. And when the proud Prince remembered what it felt like to see that look of love in son's eyes, he realized that is how Anuhea must have felt when he looked at her all those years ago. And Vegeta knew then that he loved his son more than life itself, just as Anuhea had loved him.
And with that, he looked down to see his wife lying across his outstretched legs, and she had fallen asleep while embracing his waist and weeping gently on his lap . And he loved her.
But, as he continued to watch her, he realized that his extremely beautiful wife was still without garments, and not only was she without garments, she was lying there in that fashion with her cheek nestled against the most intimate part of his body, which was exposed to the world as well. And an idea was beginning to occur to him that was appealing to his senses greatly and one, if his beautiful wife was willing, would be yet another first in his life. And smiling slyly, he stroked her soft blue hair until she woke up.
"Woman," he said as he smiled down at her, "your tears have created a lake upon a very intimate part of my body and I am asking you now, in no uncertain terms, just how it is you plan to dry me off?"
And with that, the husband and wife lingered for a few hours more in the high mountain valley of the quiet place, and when their passion had run its course, they returned home to Capsule Corporation. The first thing Vegeta did was to blast the remains of their former bedroom into oblivion to make room for the new construction scheduled to begin on that part of the house the very next day.
And several days later when Yamcha finally arrived back at his home, he found a lime green, flowered stationery envelope pinned to his front door. As he removed it, he realized that it had been scented with a subtle perfume and his name was scrolled across the front in tiny, perfectly formed, handwritten letters.
'Oh man', Yamcha thought to himself, 'if this is from another chick, I just don't have it in me right now!'.
But then, as he held the envelope up to nose and sniffed it again, he realized it had a familiar fragrance. Bulma! This had to be from Bulma.
"Oh man, Vegeta!" Yamcha gloated. "Your wife wants me again. Woohoo. I'm going to fuck her again Vegeta, and there isn't one single thing you can do about it! But, I just gotta figure out how to get this stuff off my face first. Ooookayyyy. Lets open this baby up and see what the game plan is!"
And with that, Yamcha opened the carefully scripted, flowery lime green scented envelope that smelled like Bulma.
To My Beautiful Yammi……..
I have just one simple question to ask you, my sleazy, little whore, and I seek to invade your privacy only because I have several wagers in process… Which of you, my love, was seme?
Oh well, since you are probably too much of a lady to ever kiss and tell, I guess I will just have to patiently wait until the film is developed to find out for myself, won't I Yammi?
Oh, and if you must know, your unfaithfulness simply broke my heart and I just had to blast that lime green polyester leisure suit you loved so, right into oblivion.
See you soon, Yammi!
Love,
V
And with that, Yamcha fell backwards right off his high, black platform shoes and lost consciousness, and the hills surrounding Yamcha's house resounded with the sounds of Vegeta's uncontrollable laughter which were being carried through the countryside on the wings of a wild and warm summer mountain breeze which had just begun to descend upon the area where the proud Prince stood.
(to be continued)