A New Way of Life
Chapter 4
"Prince Vegeta, everything is ready to go.", a soldier, down on one knee, reported. Vegeta nodded in response and motioned for him to rise.
Bulma walked out to the front of the palace and stopped with a disgusted look on her face.
"Okay... so, we're going to a planet that will take a month to reach on this clunk of shit? Oh, goodie."
"Shut up, woman. You don't have permission to speak.", Vegeta glared at her and motioned for her to board the spaceship.
"Geez... I can take a hint.", she walked into the ship with puppydog eyes looking back at Vegeta.
Vegeta's eyes followed her until she was out of sight inside the ship. He looked around his planet and then boarded the ship. The Prince walked over to the control panels and ordered a soldier to "get going."
~*~ Later that night...
A dark figure walked into Bulma's room unnoticed and watched her as she looked out the window.
"Hello, slave."
Bulma jumped up, startled and looked around for the owner of the voice. She relaxed a little when she caught sight of Psychlon standing in the shadows of her room.
"Oh, man Psychlon, you scared me to death. What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming on this mission."
"His highness, Prince Vegeta, told me to come along to keep an eye on you.", he mused while playing with the doorknob behind him. She scowled, *I'm not a 4 year old... I don't need a babysitter!*
He slowly started approaching Bulma. He took off his armor and dropped it beside him as he was walking towards her.
"Umm, Psychlon... what are you doing?", she was beginning to get a little freaked; first, he comes in her room and scares the crap out of her, next, he is taking off his clothes?
He simply smirked and took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground, as well. He was now a few feet away from her. *What is he doing? Why is he undressing?* Psychlon reached out to her and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Bulma stepped back as he stepped closer. He ran his hands along her curves and ripped her shirt off.
She shrieked. "GET AWAY FROM ME! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!"
Vegeta turned in his room as he heard someone screaming. *Damn woman, she probably thinks her room is too small.* He exited his room and walked down the hall towards Bulma's room. He began running as he heard her scream some more. He flung open the door to see a half-naked Psychlon bent over Bulma who was screaming and crying and was also half-naked. When the Prince realized what was happening, he threw a blue ki ball at Psychlon who was killed instantly. Bulma sank to the ground with her head in her hands and was wailing very loudly.
"He... he... t-tried to... r-r-rape... m-me..e...", she struggled to say in between sobs.
Vegeta didn't know what to do; no woman had really cried in front of him before except weaklings pleading for their lives.
"Agh, stop crying, woman!", he covered his ears in an attempt to save himself from the horrible sound. His Saiyajin ears were too sensitive for that torture. He began thinking what to do, "Ok, you may stay in my quarters as long as you don't cry like a baby! I don't think my ears can take much more! You'll be safe there."
*Why am I trying to make sure she's safe? She's so damn annoying!*
Bulma perked up with a smile on her face and wiped away her tears. *He may be a total jerk, but at least I'll be safe with him... hopefully.*
"Waaaait a minute, bucko...", she eyed the Prince suspiciously, "Why are you trying to help me? You couldn't careless if I fell off the face of the planet we're going to."
"You're right, I couldn't. But, I don't want to hear you making that blasted noise if someone else tries something on you.", he smirked and turned to walk out of her former room. She followed still sobbing every now and then. She did feel extremely relieved to be near someone who could protect her though.
They walked down the narrow hall past a few doors. Upon reaching Vegeta's chambers, he took out his identification card, slipped it in, and let the slit in the wall scan his onyx eyes. The tall, metal doors slid open as the intercom in the slit greeted Vegeta, "Hello, Prince Vegeta."
Bulma stepped a foot inside and stared in awe, "Wow, this place is huge! Hey! How come you got a big room and I got one the size of a pea?!"
"Oh, be quiet, woman. I am royalty. You are not. The best deserves the best.", he replied smugly as he crossed his arms over his chest in his usual manner.
"Well then, how come I didn't get the big room then?", she smirked a smirk not unlike his own and walked further into the room. It was a maroonish-red color with one door on the right wall and one on the left wall. The ceiling was also maroon with somewhat of a window as if wanting to show off the vastness and mysterious darkness of space. Vegeta watched her curiously as she examined 'their' room. She walked over to the door on the left wall and opened it; inside was what looked like a very big bathroom. The shower was about 10 feet wide and 15 feet long. There was a long mirror on the wall above the double-sink. Next to the sink was the toilet; next to it, a closet which she assumed held bathroom necessities such as towels, toothbrush, etc.
She closed the bathroom door and walked across the 'living room' to the door on the right. She opened it to find the bedroom. On one side of the wall was the bed; it was even bigger than her own bed back at Capsule Corporation. *Ah, home... it's funny but, I don't miss it that much.*, she thought, then returned her attention to the bedroom. There was a window on the far-side of the room and also, a closet on the side opposite the bed. She suddenly noticed something about the bedroom. She closed the door and turned to Vegeta who had seemingly been staring at her in a daze.
She blushed lightly and inquired, "Ahem, Vegeta? I was just wondering... there's only one bed. Are we going to share it?" She blushed again upon asking such a question to Vegeta, of all people.
He gave a short "Hmph" and walked past her into the bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. Somehow, she knew the little "hmph" meant yes.
"Ok, well, do you mind if I take a shower first?"
He just glared at her and then closed his eyes. She gritted her teeth to keep from saying something about his rudeness. She walked out of the bedroom, across the 'living room' and into the bathroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror, admiring her own beauty vainly and quickly undressed. She went to turn on the water faucet, but turned around with the feeling someone was watching her. She saw no one, so she proceeded to turning the water on.
"Mmm... it's already warm.", she moaned lightly to herself. She again turned around as the hairs on the back of her neck pricked up. *Man, I'm so paranoid because of Psychlon!* She was about to step into the warm shower when she heard a low laugh from behind her. She gasped when she turned around to meet the gaze of Vegeta, who had his arms crossed over his chest like usual.
"Vegeta! Don't you have any decency?!", she spat, yet making no attempt to cover herself. He slowly walked toward her as she glared at him, still fully exposed. His eyes ran over the lengths of her body, then back up to her beautiful face.
He reached out with his right hand to run his fingertips over her curves; she slapped his hand away, "You pervert!"
He smirked, then brought his hand back up to rest it on her right breast. She moaned quietly at the feel of his touch. He had such smooth hands which surprised her. He brought his mouth up to her ear and began to nip at it; she shuddered at the warmth of his breath. She ran her hands along his broad chest and noticed he didn't have his armor on. She scowled at his blue bodysuit in a silent request for him to take it off. He smirked knowingly and removed his shirt. He reached into the shower and turned off the now burning water. She left a trail of kisses from his navel to his neck. She gasped as he brought his lips to her neck, and then bit down. *No, he didn't... did he? Did he just bite me?* She looked down at him sucking the blood from her neck as if he were a vampire. *He did!*
"You're mine, little one.", he whisper into her ear so only she could hear his surprisingly soft words. He then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
~*~
Bulma awoke to find she was alone in her shared room. She sat up only to twinge at the pain between her legs. She gasped remembering the events that took place the night before. *Oh well, it's not like I didn't enjoy it.*, she mused as she drifted back to sleep.
The blue-haired beauty woke up a few hours later and decided to hop in the shower to relax a little. Her mind began to wander frantically from one subject to the next, *Why did I let him make love to me? And why did he do it? Does he have feelings for me? Do I have feelings for him? Oh noooo... this can't be!*
~*~
The remainder of the monthly trip to Mujahnrsei consisted of the same daily routine: Vegeta and Bulma did nothing but bicker when they saw each other during the day, however at night, they would make sweet love and fall asleep in each other's arms.
"I don't mean anything to him except a good lay.", Bulma mumbled to herself, hurt and heartbreak evident in her voice, "I like him a lot... perhaps, even... love? Even if we do fight, I have to admit, sometimes it is fun." She also noticed a little problem. She was late. And not just a few days either, more like a few weeks. *What if I'm pregnant? What will Vegeta do?* She debated in her mind about what to do and decided she'd waited long enough. She hesitantly headed off towards the medical area of the ship.
After a full check-up from a doctor, her worry came true. She was pregnant and it was going to be a boy. *Vegeta will surely kill me now. I doubt he wants a child from a "weakling slave."*, Bulma thought as hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
~*~
"Your majesty, we will be arriving on Mujahnrsei tomorrow."
"Fine.", the Prince replied as he walked back to his and Bulma's chambers.
When he entered their shared room, he noticed Bulma was sitting by the window, staring off into space. It almost looked as if she had been... crying?
"Why are your clothes still on, bitch?", he sneered, only thinking about how beautiful she was.
She turned to face him with a faint smile on her face, "Vegeta... what do you think of the name Trunks?"
"For what? A dog?", he smirked.
Bulma felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, so she turned back to the window in order for him to not see her cry.
He noticed the hurt look on her face when he said that and walked over to her placing a hand on her shoulder, "Okay, woman, what's wrong?", he demanded.
She turned to face him once more and began to cry, "Vegeta, I'm pregnant... with your son!"
Going over this fic, since it was my very first, I realize what a horrible writer I was. o.O; Hopefully, I'll have a new chapter posted in a few days.
Chapter 4
"Prince Vegeta, everything is ready to go.", a soldier, down on one knee, reported. Vegeta nodded in response and motioned for him to rise.
Bulma walked out to the front of the palace and stopped with a disgusted look on her face.
"Okay... so, we're going to a planet that will take a month to reach on this clunk of shit? Oh, goodie."
"Shut up, woman. You don't have permission to speak.", Vegeta glared at her and motioned for her to board the spaceship.
"Geez... I can take a hint.", she walked into the ship with puppydog eyes looking back at Vegeta.
Vegeta's eyes followed her until she was out of sight inside the ship. He looked around his planet and then boarded the ship. The Prince walked over to the control panels and ordered a soldier to "get going."
~*~ Later that night...
A dark figure walked into Bulma's room unnoticed and watched her as she looked out the window.
"Hello, slave."
Bulma jumped up, startled and looked around for the owner of the voice. She relaxed a little when she caught sight of Psychlon standing in the shadows of her room.
"Oh, man Psychlon, you scared me to death. What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming on this mission."
"His highness, Prince Vegeta, told me to come along to keep an eye on you.", he mused while playing with the doorknob behind him. She scowled, *I'm not a 4 year old... I don't need a babysitter!*
He slowly started approaching Bulma. He took off his armor and dropped it beside him as he was walking towards her.
"Umm, Psychlon... what are you doing?", she was beginning to get a little freaked; first, he comes in her room and scares the crap out of her, next, he is taking off his clothes?
He simply smirked and took off his shirt and tossed it to the ground, as well. He was now a few feet away from her. *What is he doing? Why is he undressing?* Psychlon reached out to her and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Bulma stepped back as he stepped closer. He ran his hands along her curves and ripped her shirt off.
She shrieked. "GET AWAY FROM ME! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!"
Vegeta turned in his room as he heard someone screaming. *Damn woman, she probably thinks her room is too small.* He exited his room and walked down the hall towards Bulma's room. He began running as he heard her scream some more. He flung open the door to see a half-naked Psychlon bent over Bulma who was screaming and crying and was also half-naked. When the Prince realized what was happening, he threw a blue ki ball at Psychlon who was killed instantly. Bulma sank to the ground with her head in her hands and was wailing very loudly.
"He... he... t-tried to... r-r-rape... m-me..e...", she struggled to say in between sobs.
Vegeta didn't know what to do; no woman had really cried in front of him before except weaklings pleading for their lives.
"Agh, stop crying, woman!", he covered his ears in an attempt to save himself from the horrible sound. His Saiyajin ears were too sensitive for that torture. He began thinking what to do, "Ok, you may stay in my quarters as long as you don't cry like a baby! I don't think my ears can take much more! You'll be safe there."
*Why am I trying to make sure she's safe? She's so damn annoying!*
Bulma perked up with a smile on her face and wiped away her tears. *He may be a total jerk, but at least I'll be safe with him... hopefully.*
"Waaaait a minute, bucko...", she eyed the Prince suspiciously, "Why are you trying to help me? You couldn't careless if I fell off the face of the planet we're going to."
"You're right, I couldn't. But, I don't want to hear you making that blasted noise if someone else tries something on you.", he smirked and turned to walk out of her former room. She followed still sobbing every now and then. She did feel extremely relieved to be near someone who could protect her though.
They walked down the narrow hall past a few doors. Upon reaching Vegeta's chambers, he took out his identification card, slipped it in, and let the slit in the wall scan his onyx eyes. The tall, metal doors slid open as the intercom in the slit greeted Vegeta, "Hello, Prince Vegeta."
Bulma stepped a foot inside and stared in awe, "Wow, this place is huge! Hey! How come you got a big room and I got one the size of a pea?!"
"Oh, be quiet, woman. I am royalty. You are not. The best deserves the best.", he replied smugly as he crossed his arms over his chest in his usual manner.
"Well then, how come I didn't get the big room then?", she smirked a smirk not unlike his own and walked further into the room. It was a maroonish-red color with one door on the right wall and one on the left wall. The ceiling was also maroon with somewhat of a window as if wanting to show off the vastness and mysterious darkness of space. Vegeta watched her curiously as she examined 'their' room. She walked over to the door on the left wall and opened it; inside was what looked like a very big bathroom. The shower was about 10 feet wide and 15 feet long. There was a long mirror on the wall above the double-sink. Next to the sink was the toilet; next to it, a closet which she assumed held bathroom necessities such as towels, toothbrush, etc.
She closed the bathroom door and walked across the 'living room' to the door on the right. She opened it to find the bedroom. On one side of the wall was the bed; it was even bigger than her own bed back at Capsule Corporation. *Ah, home... it's funny but, I don't miss it that much.*, she thought, then returned her attention to the bedroom. There was a window on the far-side of the room and also, a closet on the side opposite the bed. She suddenly noticed something about the bedroom. She closed the door and turned to Vegeta who had seemingly been staring at her in a daze.
She blushed lightly and inquired, "Ahem, Vegeta? I was just wondering... there's only one bed. Are we going to share it?" She blushed again upon asking such a question to Vegeta, of all people.
He gave a short "Hmph" and walked past her into the bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. Somehow, she knew the little "hmph" meant yes.
"Ok, well, do you mind if I take a shower first?"
He just glared at her and then closed his eyes. She gritted her teeth to keep from saying something about his rudeness. She walked out of the bedroom, across the 'living room' and into the bathroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror, admiring her own beauty vainly and quickly undressed. She went to turn on the water faucet, but turned around with the feeling someone was watching her. She saw no one, so she proceeded to turning the water on.
"Mmm... it's already warm.", she moaned lightly to herself. She again turned around as the hairs on the back of her neck pricked up. *Man, I'm so paranoid because of Psychlon!* She was about to step into the warm shower when she heard a low laugh from behind her. She gasped when she turned around to meet the gaze of Vegeta, who had his arms crossed over his chest like usual.
"Vegeta! Don't you have any decency?!", she spat, yet making no attempt to cover herself. He slowly walked toward her as she glared at him, still fully exposed. His eyes ran over the lengths of her body, then back up to her beautiful face.
He reached out with his right hand to run his fingertips over her curves; she slapped his hand away, "You pervert!"
He smirked, then brought his hand back up to rest it on her right breast. She moaned quietly at the feel of his touch. He had such smooth hands which surprised her. He brought his mouth up to her ear and began to nip at it; she shuddered at the warmth of his breath. She ran her hands along his broad chest and noticed he didn't have his armor on. She scowled at his blue bodysuit in a silent request for him to take it off. He smirked knowingly and removed his shirt. He reached into the shower and turned off the now burning water. She left a trail of kisses from his navel to his neck. She gasped as he brought his lips to her neck, and then bit down. *No, he didn't... did he? Did he just bite me?* She looked down at him sucking the blood from her neck as if he were a vampire. *He did!*
"You're mine, little one.", he whisper into her ear so only she could hear his surprisingly soft words. He then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
~*~
Bulma awoke to find she was alone in her shared room. She sat up only to twinge at the pain between her legs. She gasped remembering the events that took place the night before. *Oh well, it's not like I didn't enjoy it.*, she mused as she drifted back to sleep.
The blue-haired beauty woke up a few hours later and decided to hop in the shower to relax a little. Her mind began to wander frantically from one subject to the next, *Why did I let him make love to me? And why did he do it? Does he have feelings for me? Do I have feelings for him? Oh noooo... this can't be!*
~*~
The remainder of the monthly trip to Mujahnrsei consisted of the same daily routine: Vegeta and Bulma did nothing but bicker when they saw each other during the day, however at night, they would make sweet love and fall asleep in each other's arms.
"I don't mean anything to him except a good lay.", Bulma mumbled to herself, hurt and heartbreak evident in her voice, "I like him a lot... perhaps, even... love? Even if we do fight, I have to admit, sometimes it is fun." She also noticed a little problem. She was late. And not just a few days either, more like a few weeks. *What if I'm pregnant? What will Vegeta do?* She debated in her mind about what to do and decided she'd waited long enough. She hesitantly headed off towards the medical area of the ship.
After a full check-up from a doctor, her worry came true. She was pregnant and it was going to be a boy. *Vegeta will surely kill me now. I doubt he wants a child from a "weakling slave."*, Bulma thought as hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
~*~
"Your majesty, we will be arriving on Mujahnrsei tomorrow."
"Fine.", the Prince replied as he walked back to his and Bulma's chambers.
When he entered their shared room, he noticed Bulma was sitting by the window, staring off into space. It almost looked as if she had been... crying?
"Why are your clothes still on, bitch?", he sneered, only thinking about how beautiful she was.
She turned to face him with a faint smile on her face, "Vegeta... what do you think of the name Trunks?"
"For what? A dog?", he smirked.
Bulma felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, so she turned back to the window in order for him to not see her cry.
He noticed the hurt look on her face when he said that and walked over to her placing a hand on her shoulder, "Okay, woman, what's wrong?", he demanded.
She turned to face him once more and began to cry, "Vegeta, I'm pregnant... with your son!"
Going over this fic, since it was my very first, I realize what a horrible writer I was. o.O; Hopefully, I'll have a new chapter posted in a few days.