A New Way of Life
Chapter 5
He stepped back, obviously very shocked, then turned his expression back into his normal smirk. "Is it so terrible to have my son, the future Prince of Vegetasei, that you have to cry about it, my Princess?"
Now it was her turn to be shocked, "P-Princess? Me?"
"Of course, stupid! You are my mate; I've made that clear.", he stated, tapping at the scar on her neck where he bit her the first time they made love, "You are mine and I will kill any man who dares to touch you."
*So, he does care about me afterall!*, she thought happily.
"Time for bed, Princess.", he smirked. She giggled as he picked her up, unbuttoning her blouse and carried her over to the bed.
~*~
Bulma awoke to an empty bed, "Damn him! He always gets up so early to go train!" She climbed out of bed, well, fell out of bed rather. She reached up for the blanket to wrap around herself until she reached the front of the room. The exhausted Bulma crawled over to the door and grabbed ahold of the doorknob to pull herself up. *Damn, whoever thought doorknobs should be this high up on the door?! MOTHER FU...*, she finally reached the towering doorknob and dragged herself to her feet.
"Ohhh, mannn, I'm so tireddd!", she drawled as she walked out of the bedroom, eyes half open, to see Vegeta staring up at the window on the ceiling. "Vegeta? What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, woman?", he started still staring out the window, "I'm looking at the top of Mujahnrsei; we'll be landing in a few hours or so."
"Mmmm... wake me up when we get there." She stumbled back into the bedroom and fell asleep on the floor. Her mate walked in with what seemed like a smile on his face; oh yes, it was a smile even if it was tiny. He gently picked her up and laid her down on the bed, kissing her forehead. He then cursed himself for showing any sign of affection whatsoever. Bulma felt the slight kiss and smiled dazingly.
~*~
"Bulma."
"Mmmm... no, Captain. March onto battle without your candy.", she mumbled in her sleep.
Vegeta face-faulted. He shook his head to himself. "BULMA!"
"AHHHH! WHAT, WHAT, VEGETA?!", she screamed falling off the bed whilst getting tangled in the blankets.
He chuckled and told her they had landed on Mujahnrsei.
She slowly stood up and realized she was still naked from the night before's 'events', "Turn around, Vegeta! I'm not dressed!"
"Oh, please! It's not like I haven't already seen it.", he smirked and grabbed her rear. She playfully smacked him on the arm.
She walked to the bedstand and grabbed a capsule, throwing it to the ground. It exploded into a suitcase full of clothes. She skipped over to it and picked something to wear. Once dressed, she was wearing a tight red tube top showing off her flat stomach and tan capri pants with white tennis shoes. She handed Vegeta the hairbrush she had picked up while she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She walked over to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, Vegeta glaring at her the whole time. The blue beauty skipped back into the bedroom to pick up the Universal Translator; it was what they were there for, afterall.
"Damn, woman, you take forever! Let's go already!", he pulled her out the door by her arm and towards the front of the ship.
Once they reached the front of the spaceship, Bulma poked her head out in wonder. She stepped back, "Uh, Vegeta? It's purple... the grass, the sky, everything!" One of the soldiers was quite shocked; she had addressed the Prince of Vegetasei so informal, yet he did nothing about it!
"Um, your highness," the soldier began, "Why does this weakling address you so informally?"
Vegeta turned to the soldier with an icy glare, "It's none of your concern."
She went to step out onto the planet, but Vegeta stopped her, "Moron, you don't know how the gravity is on this planet. I'll go first." He was relieved he did, she would have been flattened. The gravity was higher than she was used to. He put up a ki shield and offered her his hand. "Hold my hand the whole time and make sure you stay close to me, so you don't end up like pancakes, ok?"
"Okay... thanks..." She reached out and held his hand and stepped onto the planet, "It doesn't feel any different."
"Because you're in my shield."
Vegeta picked up his mate and flew off in a direction he didn't know what lead to.
Once they reached a populated city, Vegeta set Bulma down, so she could test that "stupid contraption" of hers, so they could get the hell out of there. The planet obviously had low technology judging by the small buildings and so-called cars that looked like cows made of metal. Native Mujahnrjin were mumbling in their language while staring curiously at the two newcomers. It was obvious Bulma and the Prince were out of place considering how the Mujahnrjin looked. They were very short, probably about three feet at the tallest, had all sorts of different colors of hair, and had a pale, purplish skin.
A crowd had gathered around watching Bulma set up her invention. "Yay! Done!" She flipped on a switch and looked around waiting for a native to say something, anything. What she assumed to be a child girl, since she was shorter than most of the others gathered around, walked up to her, "My name's Jahnehd. What's yours?"
Bulma jumped around in joy that her invention had worked, almost forgetting about the high gravity on the planet. Vegeta quickly grabbed her hand before she jumped her way out of the safety shield. He gave her an icy stare mentally reminding her about the gravity. She turned back to Jahnehd, "Well, little girl, my name's Bulma, and this is Vegeta, the Prince of Vegetasei."
"Hello, Prince Vegeta.", she gave a quick curtsy showing respect.
"Hey, brat.", he smirked.
"VEGETA! Be nice!", his mate screeched in his ears.
"Is he your true one? He's not very nice.", the little girl, Jahnehd, inquired while looking curiously at a scowling Vegeta.
"Shut up, you little bitch! I'll blow this planet up and eat you for dinner!", Vegeta yelled in return. Jahnehd's eyes widened and then she giggled.
"Vegeta, would you do me a favor, dearest?", Bulma asked, the last word dripping in sarcasm, "SHUT THE HELL UP, STUPID!"
He simply "hmph'ed" and looked the other way, still holding Bulma's hand even though she was in the shield.
"Is your true one really a Prince, ma'am?", the girl was being as nice as possible.
"Hehe, I don't think he thinks of me as his "true one", Jahnehd."
Another "hmph" from the proud Saiyajin.
The two continued their conversation a bit longer before saying their farewells. Bulma stood up, leaving the Universal Translator in its place. Vegeta picked her up into his arms and flew off back towards the ship.
"Hmph, glad that didn't take long. I can't stand being around weaklings!"
"Oh, Vegeta, I mean... your majesty, hehe."
He looked at her curiously. What was with the sudden change in titles?
"Woman, you are worthy enough to call me by my first name in private.", the Prince replied smugly.
She rolled her eyes and laughed, "Well," Bulma started, sarcastically, "Aren't I the privileged one?"
"At least you realize it.", he smirked and increased his speed towards the ship which would soon take him back home.
~*~ Two weeks later...
"AGGGHHHHH.... BLLUUGGGHHH...", Bulma stood up from kneeling beside the toilet and flushed it.
"Man, this morning sickness is just awful! Throw up constantly!", she grabbed a cloth and wet it, wiping her face. She grabbed a cup and filled it up with water, hoping to wash the vomit taste out of her mouth.
"Well," gulp "Maybe I'll get to," gulp "Rest a little when we get," gulp "Back to Vegetasei in two," gulp "Weeks. Aaah, yay! No vomit taste anymore."
*Hmm, I'm hungry for chocolate-covered chicken with strawberries on top! I guess I'll go find Vegeta and ask him.* "He wouldn't want his baby boy to starve!", she said in a voice saved for a child and patted her stomach. At least she wasn't showing yet, she hated to be fat.
The blue-eyed Chikyuujin skipped out the door and headed for the training arena. That was her first bet as to where he'd be at.
She walked down some 'mazes' they called halls. *I doubt King Kong could find his way around...*
"Oooo, here it is!", she cracked open the door. She peeked inside to see Vegeta just as she thought she would. He was sparring with some other man with hair even wilder than Vegeta's and Goku's put together!
The Saiyajin Prince sensed her ki and turned around to yell at her, "Woman, what the hell do you thi.. BULMA!"
She had fainted once she entered the room. Vegeta rushed to her side and lifted her head up, "Bulma! Bulma! Wake up! What's wrong with you?!" He had forgotten there was another Saiyajin in the room with them, watching the two lovers with a suspicious look on his face.
*Why is the Prince acting concerned over a slave? This isn't good... what will the King say?*, the soldier thought, then walked over to the two. Bulma had come-to by the time he was over there.
"Bulma! What happened to you?!", Vegeta shouted in her face, obviously concerned. He turned around and saw the soldier standing behind them with his arms crossed, *Oh, shit! I forgot he was here! What if he tells my father I'm concerned over a slave? What if he finds out that she's pregnant with my child? And more importantly, what if he finds out she's my mate?*
Bulma opened her mouth trying to talk; her words were barely audible, but very clear to Saiyajin ears, "Vegeta.. I want chocolate covered chicken with strawberries on top."
*WHAT?!*, the soldier screamed in his mind, *SHE CALLED HIM VEGETA! Not "your majesty", not "your highness", but VEGETA!*
Vegeta picked her up and carried her out of the room, not caring about the soldier standing in shock. So what if he told the King? Vegeta would be killing his father soon to take his place on the throne, anyways. And then, Bulma would be able to be his mate without it being a problem. There would be nothing anyone could do about it when he was King.
They reached their chambers and Vegeta put her down on the bed, "Are you okay now?"
"Mm... where's my food... mm...", she whispered drowsily, then fell asleep. It was getting late, so Vegeta crawled in bed with her and held her close to him and fell asleep, his face smelling the sweet scent of her hair.
~*~
"Woman.", Vegeta nudged Bulma.
"Mmm... go away, I'm trying to sleep..."
"WOMAN!", he shouted again when she wouldn't respond.
"DAMNIT, VEGETA! WHAT?!"
Bulma turned over in bed and glared at the Saiyajin hovering over her. He reached down and pulled her out of bed, "We've landed."
"On where?" She was still half-asleep and her brain was not functioning properly.
"VEGETASEI, DUMMY!"
"Oh, yeah..."
The Future Queen of Vegetasei popped open her clothing capsule and picked out something to wear. She chose a casual pair of blue jeans and an old Capsule Corporation t-shirt. She brushed out her long, blue hair and headed towards the entrance/exit of the ship, Vegeta following.
She and Vegeta walked up to the front of the Palace. When they entered, a group of Super Elite Saiyajin greeted the Prince with a bow of respect for royalty, "Your highness."
"Hmph, where is my blasted father?", the Prince demanded, Bulma giggling at his attitude from behind.
"Well, your majesty," a Saiyajin woman with short black hair and black eyes, looking to be about 5'6", hesitantly started with a sorrowsome look on her face, "It seems the King has died from a disease..."
;.; Oh, well, someone's got to die, right? If you haven't already, please check out my website, Ebony & Azure, at http://www.an-eternity.com/ea/ -- I tend to post new chapters there quicker than here on FF.net.
Chapter 5
He stepped back, obviously very shocked, then turned his expression back into his normal smirk. "Is it so terrible to have my son, the future Prince of Vegetasei, that you have to cry about it, my Princess?"
Now it was her turn to be shocked, "P-Princess? Me?"
"Of course, stupid! You are my mate; I've made that clear.", he stated, tapping at the scar on her neck where he bit her the first time they made love, "You are mine and I will kill any man who dares to touch you."
*So, he does care about me afterall!*, she thought happily.
"Time for bed, Princess.", he smirked. She giggled as he picked her up, unbuttoning her blouse and carried her over to the bed.
~*~
Bulma awoke to an empty bed, "Damn him! He always gets up so early to go train!" She climbed out of bed, well, fell out of bed rather. She reached up for the blanket to wrap around herself until she reached the front of the room. The exhausted Bulma crawled over to the door and grabbed ahold of the doorknob to pull herself up. *Damn, whoever thought doorknobs should be this high up on the door?! MOTHER FU...*, she finally reached the towering doorknob and dragged herself to her feet.
"Ohhh, mannn, I'm so tireddd!", she drawled as she walked out of the bedroom, eyes half open, to see Vegeta staring up at the window on the ceiling. "Vegeta? What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, woman?", he started still staring out the window, "I'm looking at the top of Mujahnrsei; we'll be landing in a few hours or so."
"Mmmm... wake me up when we get there." She stumbled back into the bedroom and fell asleep on the floor. Her mate walked in with what seemed like a smile on his face; oh yes, it was a smile even if it was tiny. He gently picked her up and laid her down on the bed, kissing her forehead. He then cursed himself for showing any sign of affection whatsoever. Bulma felt the slight kiss and smiled dazingly.
~*~
"Bulma."
"Mmmm... no, Captain. March onto battle without your candy.", she mumbled in her sleep.
Vegeta face-faulted. He shook his head to himself. "BULMA!"
"AHHHH! WHAT, WHAT, VEGETA?!", she screamed falling off the bed whilst getting tangled in the blankets.
He chuckled and told her they had landed on Mujahnrsei.
She slowly stood up and realized she was still naked from the night before's 'events', "Turn around, Vegeta! I'm not dressed!"
"Oh, please! It's not like I haven't already seen it.", he smirked and grabbed her rear. She playfully smacked him on the arm.
She walked to the bedstand and grabbed a capsule, throwing it to the ground. It exploded into a suitcase full of clothes. She skipped over to it and picked something to wear. Once dressed, she was wearing a tight red tube top showing off her flat stomach and tan capri pants with white tennis shoes. She handed Vegeta the hairbrush she had picked up while she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She walked over to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, Vegeta glaring at her the whole time. The blue beauty skipped back into the bedroom to pick up the Universal Translator; it was what they were there for, afterall.
"Damn, woman, you take forever! Let's go already!", he pulled her out the door by her arm and towards the front of the ship.
Once they reached the front of the spaceship, Bulma poked her head out in wonder. She stepped back, "Uh, Vegeta? It's purple... the grass, the sky, everything!" One of the soldiers was quite shocked; she had addressed the Prince of Vegetasei so informal, yet he did nothing about it!
"Um, your highness," the soldier began, "Why does this weakling address you so informally?"
Vegeta turned to the soldier with an icy glare, "It's none of your concern."
She went to step out onto the planet, but Vegeta stopped her, "Moron, you don't know how the gravity is on this planet. I'll go first." He was relieved he did, she would have been flattened. The gravity was higher than she was used to. He put up a ki shield and offered her his hand. "Hold my hand the whole time and make sure you stay close to me, so you don't end up like pancakes, ok?"
"Okay... thanks..." She reached out and held his hand and stepped onto the planet, "It doesn't feel any different."
"Because you're in my shield."
Vegeta picked up his mate and flew off in a direction he didn't know what lead to.
Once they reached a populated city, Vegeta set Bulma down, so she could test that "stupid contraption" of hers, so they could get the hell out of there. The planet obviously had low technology judging by the small buildings and so-called cars that looked like cows made of metal. Native Mujahnrjin were mumbling in their language while staring curiously at the two newcomers. It was obvious Bulma and the Prince were out of place considering how the Mujahnrjin looked. They were very short, probably about three feet at the tallest, had all sorts of different colors of hair, and had a pale, purplish skin.
A crowd had gathered around watching Bulma set up her invention. "Yay! Done!" She flipped on a switch and looked around waiting for a native to say something, anything. What she assumed to be a child girl, since she was shorter than most of the others gathered around, walked up to her, "My name's Jahnehd. What's yours?"
Bulma jumped around in joy that her invention had worked, almost forgetting about the high gravity on the planet. Vegeta quickly grabbed her hand before she jumped her way out of the safety shield. He gave her an icy stare mentally reminding her about the gravity. She turned back to Jahnehd, "Well, little girl, my name's Bulma, and this is Vegeta, the Prince of Vegetasei."
"Hello, Prince Vegeta.", she gave a quick curtsy showing respect.
"Hey, brat.", he smirked.
"VEGETA! Be nice!", his mate screeched in his ears.
"Is he your true one? He's not very nice.", the little girl, Jahnehd, inquired while looking curiously at a scowling Vegeta.
"Shut up, you little bitch! I'll blow this planet up and eat you for dinner!", Vegeta yelled in return. Jahnehd's eyes widened and then she giggled.
"Vegeta, would you do me a favor, dearest?", Bulma asked, the last word dripping in sarcasm, "SHUT THE HELL UP, STUPID!"
He simply "hmph'ed" and looked the other way, still holding Bulma's hand even though she was in the shield.
"Is your true one really a Prince, ma'am?", the girl was being as nice as possible.
"Hehe, I don't think he thinks of me as his "true one", Jahnehd."
Another "hmph" from the proud Saiyajin.
The two continued their conversation a bit longer before saying their farewells. Bulma stood up, leaving the Universal Translator in its place. Vegeta picked her up into his arms and flew off back towards the ship.
"Hmph, glad that didn't take long. I can't stand being around weaklings!"
"Oh, Vegeta, I mean... your majesty, hehe."
He looked at her curiously. What was with the sudden change in titles?
"Woman, you are worthy enough to call me by my first name in private.", the Prince replied smugly.
She rolled her eyes and laughed, "Well," Bulma started, sarcastically, "Aren't I the privileged one?"
"At least you realize it.", he smirked and increased his speed towards the ship which would soon take him back home.
~*~ Two weeks later...
"AGGGHHHHH.... BLLUUGGGHHH...", Bulma stood up from kneeling beside the toilet and flushed it.
"Man, this morning sickness is just awful! Throw up constantly!", she grabbed a cloth and wet it, wiping her face. She grabbed a cup and filled it up with water, hoping to wash the vomit taste out of her mouth.
"Well," gulp "Maybe I'll get to," gulp "Rest a little when we get," gulp "Back to Vegetasei in two," gulp "Weeks. Aaah, yay! No vomit taste anymore."
*Hmm, I'm hungry for chocolate-covered chicken with strawberries on top! I guess I'll go find Vegeta and ask him.* "He wouldn't want his baby boy to starve!", she said in a voice saved for a child and patted her stomach. At least she wasn't showing yet, she hated to be fat.
The blue-eyed Chikyuujin skipped out the door and headed for the training arena. That was her first bet as to where he'd be at.
She walked down some 'mazes' they called halls. *I doubt King Kong could find his way around...*
"Oooo, here it is!", she cracked open the door. She peeked inside to see Vegeta just as she thought she would. He was sparring with some other man with hair even wilder than Vegeta's and Goku's put together!
The Saiyajin Prince sensed her ki and turned around to yell at her, "Woman, what the hell do you thi.. BULMA!"
She had fainted once she entered the room. Vegeta rushed to her side and lifted her head up, "Bulma! Bulma! Wake up! What's wrong with you?!" He had forgotten there was another Saiyajin in the room with them, watching the two lovers with a suspicious look on his face.
*Why is the Prince acting concerned over a slave? This isn't good... what will the King say?*, the soldier thought, then walked over to the two. Bulma had come-to by the time he was over there.
"Bulma! What happened to you?!", Vegeta shouted in her face, obviously concerned. He turned around and saw the soldier standing behind them with his arms crossed, *Oh, shit! I forgot he was here! What if he tells my father I'm concerned over a slave? What if he finds out that she's pregnant with my child? And more importantly, what if he finds out she's my mate?*
Bulma opened her mouth trying to talk; her words were barely audible, but very clear to Saiyajin ears, "Vegeta.. I want chocolate covered chicken with strawberries on top."
*WHAT?!*, the soldier screamed in his mind, *SHE CALLED HIM VEGETA! Not "your majesty", not "your highness", but VEGETA!*
Vegeta picked her up and carried her out of the room, not caring about the soldier standing in shock. So what if he told the King? Vegeta would be killing his father soon to take his place on the throne, anyways. And then, Bulma would be able to be his mate without it being a problem. There would be nothing anyone could do about it when he was King.
They reached their chambers and Vegeta put her down on the bed, "Are you okay now?"
"Mm... where's my food... mm...", she whispered drowsily, then fell asleep. It was getting late, so Vegeta crawled in bed with her and held her close to him and fell asleep, his face smelling the sweet scent of her hair.
~*~
"Woman.", Vegeta nudged Bulma.
"Mmm... go away, I'm trying to sleep..."
"WOMAN!", he shouted again when she wouldn't respond.
"DAMNIT, VEGETA! WHAT?!"
Bulma turned over in bed and glared at the Saiyajin hovering over her. He reached down and pulled her out of bed, "We've landed."
"On where?" She was still half-asleep and her brain was not functioning properly.
"VEGETASEI, DUMMY!"
"Oh, yeah..."
The Future Queen of Vegetasei popped open her clothing capsule and picked out something to wear. She chose a casual pair of blue jeans and an old Capsule Corporation t-shirt. She brushed out her long, blue hair and headed towards the entrance/exit of the ship, Vegeta following.
She and Vegeta walked up to the front of the Palace. When they entered, a group of Super Elite Saiyajin greeted the Prince with a bow of respect for royalty, "Your highness."
"Hmph, where is my blasted father?", the Prince demanded, Bulma giggling at his attitude from behind.
"Well, your majesty," a Saiyajin woman with short black hair and black eyes, looking to be about 5'6", hesitantly started with a sorrowsome look on her face, "It seems the King has died from a disease..."
;.; Oh, well, someone's got to die, right? If you haven't already, please check out my website, Ebony & Azure, at http://www.an-eternity.com/ea/ -- I tend to post new chapters there quicker than here on FF.net.