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Bulma,
the Varlian Princess: Part 2 – the
preparation
He
stared out the window of his space ship looking at the planet below. So
this was Varlia. It didn't seem like much to him who'd seen hundreds of
thousands of planets crumble beneath his power. But this one worried
him. Not much but enough to wish its end quickly. He was confused
as to why it was still spinning as if it had all the time in the world.
His orders had reached that Monkey Prince and he had left just as soon as he
received it not even bothering to greet him. Did he have some other
motive in mind? Perhaps that boy was trying to ally against him.
Unlike his father he seemed to hate the treaty between the Saiyans and the
Changelings. What could be taking him so long?
"Lord Frieza," a guard approached him.
"What is it?"
"We have confirmed the presence of 3 Saiyans on the surface."
"Have they detected us yet?"
"We don't believe so. Our cloaking system is still too advanced for
their technology."
Frieza nodded and brushed that guard away. He decided he would not attack
them outright but wait. Wait to see what that Prince had up his
sleeve. He might even pose a delightful challenge, something he hadn't
had in quite some time.
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There was no time for a grand reception and no time for the newly wed couple to
be together in private. Not that they wanted to be anyways. The
enchanting mood of the wedding had already passed and they were both back to
their normal proud selves.
The King's most trusted and competent advisors were gathered along with the
Saiyan Prince to discuss upcoming battle plans and strategies. It wasn't
elaborate. There was not much they could do to surprise Frieza. He
was always heavily guarded and so by the time they penetrated his defenses he
would surely know of the rebellion.
"Frieza would not try to run," Vegeta said with confidence. The
King agreed. Although with their combined forces they might be able to
defeat Frieza's men, Frieza himself would be a problem.
"If only I was a Super Saiyan," he muttered not meaning for anyone
else to hear.
"What's a Super Saiyan?" Princess Bulma asked. He almost jumped
out of his skin. He didn't realize she had been so close behind him.
"Woman, mind your own business and move away from me," he said
turning to look at her. She had on a frown that could easily match his
own and he almost smirked at the thought.
"Don't call me that, troll doll," she insulted him right back with no
fear in her eyes.
Vegeta's anger went straight through the roof. "What the HELL did
you call me?!!"
She made no reply and turned her back on him which only angered him more.
His ki flared up and he unconsciously began to power up right there in the
room. Kakarot and Nappa finally noticed what was happening and were
worried that he would blow the building up.
"Kakarot, go try to calm the Prince down before he damages
something," he said pointing his finger.
He violently shook his head. "Nuh uh. You do it. You're
the elite remember?" He knew his power level was nothing compared to
the Prince. With the amount of energy that was eminating from him right
then there was no way he would survive a blast from those powerful hands.
"He favors you more than I. You do it," he motioned again his
hand almost trembling as the energy just continued to build in the room which
to them seemed to have shrunk in size. They felt claustrophobic all of a
sudden.
Kakarot looked at Nappa then at his Prince then back at Nappa. "No
way," he said firmly.
"We are going to die," Nappa nicely put it.
"Or at the very least get seriously hurt," Kakarot added. The
King and his men were cowering over in the corner trying to protect their heads
from possible injury.
Bulma saw the state of the room and was getting angry herself. What was
that man trying to do? Destroy this building? "VEGETA!
You quit that right now!"
He wasn't listening and the ceiling was about to crack so she tried a different
tactic. "Stop it right now and I'll give you something nice!"
Nice?! What could she have that was nice? That sudden thought
interrupted his power build-up and he slowly came to his senses. He
looked around just to make sure he hadn't done any damage, not that he would've
cared if he had. Then he remembered what that woman had said.
"Well? Where is it?"
"I bet you're not even sorry for what you almost did, are you?"
"Why should I be? I am the Prince. I can do whatever the hell
I want," he said.
She crossed her arms in frustration. "What you are is a spoiled brat
who has temper tantrums." She could see he was starting to get angry
again. "Don't you dare try to power up again, mister."
He could barely hold in the fury that begged to be released inside him.
That woman seemed to know the exact buttons to push to send him off the
edge. "Enough of this. You promised to give me something if I
stopped. I've stopped. Now where is it and it better be good!"
She lifted her head a bit so she could look down on him. With her high
heel shoes she was taller than him by almost two inches. "I haven't
built it yet," she replied arrogantly.
"Built what yet," he sneered thinking she was a stupid weak woman who
couldn't possibly have anything he would want.
"A gravity machine."
He wanted to ask what that was but his pride forced him to nodded as if he
understood her. But fortunately Bulma liked to hear herself talk and so
she continued with an explanation.
"It's something I've been thinking about for a while but didn't have a
reason to build it. But since you're such a big tough Saiyan," she
said mockingly, "you'll be able to stand the heavier gravity. So you
can go train in that hotshot. Maybe it will do you some good.
Especially with that hair. I wonder what you look like with your hair
flattened down."
"W-what? What problem do you have with my hair? It is a symbol
of royalty and power. Any Saiyan would kill to have my hair style.
How dare you mock it, you low-class whore. And no, not even in a thousand
times normal gravity would my hair flattened as you suggest. This is how
I was born and this is how it will stay."
"Whore?!!" she screamed enraged and threw herself at him. He
easily dodged her punches. He finally got tired of her antics and caught
her wrists. "Let me go!"
"Make me," he taunted her. This got her even more riled up and
she began to kick her legs furiously. The other two Saiyans were gawking
at the couple..
"He's going to kill her," the bald-headed elite concluded.
"He's in love," the other argued.
"You've got to be kidding me."
Kakarot shook his head. "Nope. Just look at our Prince.
Look at his eyes. Have you ever seen them so glowing with life?
He's enjoying himself...with her. She's definitely here to stay."
Nappa just looked on still doubting his word. Enjoying himself? He
couldn't see it. But it was odd that she was still alive and he did
notice that the Prince had yet to hit her even once. He looked over at
Kakarot. Maybe it was true. Maybe the Prince was in love.
*Oh, boy.*
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Captain
Ginyu calmly made his way to the training room. Lord Frieza had insisted that his guards build up their strength
in preparation for the upcoming battle against the Saiyans and Varlians. A sneer formed on his purple lips as he
thought of those monkeys having even a remote chance of winning with their
weakling prince as their champion.
Prince Vegeta wouldn't stand half a second against Lord Frieza. Hell, he wouldn't stand a chance with one of
his weakest warriors. But he supposed
it never hurt to get stronger. One
never knows what enemies lie in the near future.
"Captain
Ginyu," one of his elite guards greeted with a formal salute. He nodded to show his approval and went
along his way.
Inside
the training room the rest of his Force stood waiting for him. Captain Ginyu instructed the lesser guards
to take the training simulation alpha-2 while he would personally train the
stronger ones.
"Jeice."
"Yes,
Cap'tin," he said with his thick accent.
"I
have a special private mission for you."
The
two moved over to a corner away from any potential eavesdroppers.
"What
is it, Cap'tin?"
Captain
Ginyu looked around out of paranoia to make sure no one was around. "This is a secret. Not even Lord Frieza knows about this," he began. Jeice's eyes betrayed his fear and he tried
to ease his mind. "Don't worry. I'm certain that once we get the information
we're looking for Lord Frieza will congratulate us for a work well-done." The white-haired red alien gulped but would
do as his Captain wished. "I want you
to go down to the surface and do a little reconnaissance work for me. I know and you know that this alliance
between the Saiyans and the Varlians pose no threat to our empire. When we do eventually defeat them I not only
want to see them dead but their spirits crushed as well beforehand. Especially Vegeta's. I want you to go check on him. Find a weak point. Something we can exploit.
Do you understand, Jeice? I want
to see that monkey boy down on his knees begging for mercy."
"That's
a tall order, Cap'tin. What if I can't
find anything?"
"Then
we lose nothing. They still die. It's a win-win situation."
He
grinned. "Alright then, Cap'tin. Will do."
With a salute he left for the surface.
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Although
he would never admit it in a million kazillion (that's a lot) years he really
appreciated the superior technological skill and intelligence his woman
possessed and yes, she was his woman whether she knew it or not. They were joined in the official terms but
had yet to consummate their union.
Still no matter how much he loathed that woman (even though deep inside
he could admit she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on) he
would never let anyone touch her harmfully or intimately. She belonged to him now, with or without the
official joining document (marriage certificate).
This
gravity machine of hers was the perfect tool to build his strength. None of the other elite warriors could give
him much of a challenge since his power far surpassed theirs although it was
still no where near Super Saiyan level.
Earlier he had tried to enter his new contraption but the woman had
blocked his path. He grinned at the
thought of her standing there, hands on her curvaceous hips, head tilted
slightly to the side causing some blue strands of her hair lightly cover her
creamy visage, and those deliciously full red lips drawn tightly into a thin
line showing her disapproval.
He
had cocked his head to the side wondering what she was up to. From the look of things she seemed to be
waiting for something, possibly waiting for him to say something. But he had no words to convey to her at that
moment and merely bypassed her to get to the entrance. This had caused her weak little ki to rise a
bit. She had been angry. He almost chuckled now thinking about that
scene. He had expected another argument
from her and almost hungered for it.
Fighting with her somehow ignited his flames deep inside making him
desire her in a way he didn't know he was capable of. But no, she walked away without a word, her nose sticking up into
the air as if to enhance her royal and thus superior position.
He
mentally slapped himself for getting distracted by that female. Now that he had this gravity machine he had
some serious training to do. He had no
doubt he could exceed his current power level and reach SSJ stage. Once that happened he would need no one but
himself to destroy Frieza. But the
Varlian technology would be useful in disposing their enemy's army. Then he could be free to go after their lord
and master.
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Jeice
stepped out of his pod and quickly concealed it in a deep crevasse. Once that was done he made his way to the
palace making sure to keep his energy level low and undetectable. It was a slow progress since he had to fly
slow and low to the ground but he finally made it. He expanded his mind and searched for the biggest energy
signature he could find because that one surely had to come from the almighty
Prince of the Saiyans he thought disdainfully.
There
it was. To the North. He walked the rest of the way careful to
avoid the Varlian guards not that it was a difficult task. Most of them were snoozing on the job. *Pathetic fools. They deserve to be killed.*
He came
upon a circular object shaped similar to his space pod. The strong energy signature was coming from
inside and from the feel of it the power level was fluctuating greatly. What could he be doing in there? The pod-like object had a couple of portholes
for viewing inside but he didn't want to risk getting caught. Instead he decided to wait until the Saiyan
came out and inspect that machine himself later.
*Better
get comfortable. Who knows how long
I'll have to wait?* He sat down and
leaned back on a tree shifting a bit to get into a better position. *Now to wait. He better not take too long.*
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Princess
Bulma was in her bedchamber when Prince Vegeta completed his training for the
day. Against her objection, her father
insisted they bed together. Not
necessarily do anything but at least sleep in the same room. She had been able to avoid it and had been
sleeping in her laboratory claiming her work on the gravity machine as a valid
and important excuse. But now that her
work was finished she had no choice but sleep in her…their room. For a moment she entertained the idea that
he would train all night but that quickly disappeared when the door whooshed
behind her and a certain alien walked, a little slowly, into the room.
She
didn't know what to expect. Would he
yell at her? Would he try to…she gulped
not wanting to think about it. Although
she had told herself she would refuse any of his advances, part of her body was
burning to feel him against her skin.
She could even imagine that tail of his slowly snaking up her leg
sending cold shivers down her spine while heating up her…she shook her head to
clear that all too-erotic image out of her mind. *Focus, Bulma. You don't
want him. You don't want him. You…he just walked out of the shower wet and
naked…oh my…*
She
knew she was staring but she was incapable of turning her head away. The image of him standing naked in front of
her burned into her mind causing all sorts of naughty fantasies to develop.
"See
something you like?" he asked shaking her out of her daydreams.
"Yes,"
she answered truthfully and this surprised him. Not to mention made him want to run the hell away from
there. He would not succumb to her, he
had promised himself. The idea of
bedding some alien female should have brought disgusted shudders down his
compact frame but the thought of that blue-haired woman only caused his body to
heat up. He had to use all the
willpower he had not to let her affect him…down there. His head turned away from her as he headed
for the couch that was thankfully in the room.
There was no way he could survive sleeping on the same bed as her. Not without succumbing to…no he would not
think about it. *Maybe walking around
naked is not the best idea right now.*
She
watched him walk over to the couch and she didn't know whether she should feel
relieved or disappointed. She opted for
the relieved or tried to but that tinge of disappointment surfaced
anyways. To make sure he didn't see her
expression she ducked under the silk covers and tried to go to sleep. But it was going to be a long night she
knew. Her thoughts kept straying to
that Saiyan…her husband who may be short in height he was powerfully built, so
compact and sooo not lacking anything from having a shorter frame.
She
licked her lips unconsciously at the thought of him and his body parts. She had never known anyone could be
so…big. It looked like it could hurt
her a bit. Unfortunately she would
never know since he refused to even sleep in the same bed as her. Not that she wanted him to. Right?
No, who needs him. Feeling
suddenly very cold and lonely she wrapped the sheets tighter and curled into a
little ball trying to shake that unwanted lusty feeling growing in the pit of
her stomach. *I don't want him. I don't want him. I don't want…* She
chanted in her head as she fell into a fitful sleep.
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Finally,
Jeice thought. He crept up to the
machine and peeked inside. It
definitely was not a space pod. It had
no engines. He tried to enter but it
was coded. Damn.
He
switched tactics and decided to explore inside the palace. He could follow the Saiyan easily enough and
located what he presumed to be a bedchamber.
Taking a closer energy reading he could tell there was another being
inside with him. But it barely
registered to his sensors. Could it be
a woman? He wouldn't be surprised if
Vegeta was bedding some whore right then.
He felt like he could go for some of that right now. It had been a while since he had a
female. He made a mental note to sign
up for some whores once he was back onto the main ship.
He
stretched his mind and located the other two Saiyans. He decided to look in on them to see if he could learn anything
new. He kept himself hidden near a
corner. They seemed to be oblivious to
his presence.
After
listening to them for a while he had learned two things that to formalize the
treaty their Prince had to join with the Varlian Princess and it seemed he was
also in love with her.
*This
is perfect. The Cap'tin will love
this.* He grinned and took off as fast
as he could without raising his energy.
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Prince
Vegeta had set the gravity machine to 100g which had almost crushed him
yesterday but he had overcome it and now he was able to stand without suddenly
bending over from the pressure. His
power had dramatically increased but still he knew he needed more. He had woken up early this morning and
skipped breakfast to train. He could
eat later. But his woman had other
plans in mind.
"Vegeta,
open up! You shouldn't train on an
empty stomach. You need your
strength. Come on. I brought you some food," she said rapping
on the door heavily almost brusing her knuckles. Usually she would order a servant to do this, but she was afraid
Vegeta would just kill the unfortunate fool who dared to disturb him. *I hope you're happy. You've reduced me to a common
housewife.* "Vegeta!"
"I
heard you woman," he said finally opening the door. He would do anything to get rid of her annoying voice. Plus he was a bit hungry. Who was he kidding? He was ravenous. He tried not to drool over the tempting aroma of food but he
barely managed to hold himself back from stuffing his face right there in front
of her.
"Hmpf. You know a thank you would be nice," she
said as he took the tray from her.
"Yes
it would," he replied with a glow to his eyes.
Then he shut the door in her face.
Her
temper was about to explode but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of
seeing her riled up so she walked off thinking to blow off her steam somewhere else.
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Captain
Ginyu smiled as he took in his report.
But he was confused as to what that machine was that Vegeta was in and
he sent Jeice back for a closer inspection along with a technician to help him. It would be a few days before he came back
with his report. The machine created an
environment with increased gravity, possibility even 300 times the normal
gravity of Varlia. He frowned at the
news and immediately took it to Lord Frieza.
"A
gravity machine?"
"Yes,
Lord Frieza. That is what the
technician assumes and with that amount of gravity he might well attain the
level of Super Saiyan," he said still in his crouched position showing his deep
respect for his boss and ruler.
"Bah. Super Saiyan, indeed. Just a bunch of rubbish. There is no such thing," he replied facing
out the nearby window with a view of the planet.
Captain
Ginyu looked up worried. "We shouldn't
take their legend so lightly. There
must be a reason why they firmly believe it to be true."
"Hmm. As always you are a voice of reason,
Ginyu. I believe I have waited long
enough. I'm getting tired of this
game. Get ready your troops,
Captain. It is time for war," he said,
a vicious smile encircling his face.
The Captain bowed and left.
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Vegeta
had been training in heavy gravity for the last two days and he had yet to
become a Super Saiyan. He was stronger,
yes, but that barrier between regular and SSJ seemed insurmountable. Suddenly his senses perked up. Frieza's ship?!! How could they be so close?
They must have been masking their ship somehow. Damn.
He wasn't prepared for this. He
quickly fled out of the gravity chamber to warn the others who surely knew just
as he did. The fleet from his home
planet had already left by his command.
His father, the King, had objected but he managed to bypass him and talk
directly to the soldiers. They knew he
was far stronger than the current King and that it would be wise to establish
their loyalty to the upcoming ruler.
The question now was would they be able to hold their own until
reinforcement came from Planet Vegetasei.
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Bulma
was working on her latest weapon for her army when she heard a crash. She rushed out to see a very distressed
Kakarot who had smashed through the door rather than wait for it to slide
open. She was about to open her mouth
to complain when she noticed the fear in his eyes. It must be something big if the Saiyans were afraid.
"What
is it?" she asked hoping he would have time to answer her, curiosity burning
inside.
"Frieza,"
he answered her tersely and continued his way to wherever he was going to in
the first place leaving her with her mouth gaped open. But she quickly gathered her senses and went
to inform her troops. Hopefully her new
weapons would have some effect on their much stronger enemy.
The
war had started.
End
of part 2
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