A New Way of Life
Chapter 6
"WHAT?! Impossible! No Saiyajin could die from some stupid disease! Especially not the king." Vegeta turned around, comprehending what had just been said to him. His father. King of the Saiyajin. Dying from a mere disease? It didn't seem practical.
"I am sorry, sire, but it seems you are now the King of the Saiyajin and of Vegetasei... It was some sort of heart disease. We had no cure for it.", the female warrior explained with her head bowed sadly.
"That's terrible!", Bulma spoke up from behind, then covering her mouth realizing that she said something.
"Sire, who is this slave with you?", one of the other Super Elites asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
Vegeta stared at Bulma in deep thought. *Should I tell them she is to be their Queen?* Deciding on his answer, he replied, "This is Bulma, she is to be the Queen of Vegetasei."
Everyone was shocked, including Bulma. All at once, the soldiers began shouting and asking questions.
The female Super Elite stepped forward and yelled, "YOUR MAJESTY! HOW?!"
Vegeta pushed Bulma behind him in case the female soldier tried to start a fight. He had expected this announcement not to be taken lightly by the other Saiyajin.
Another soldier inquired more calmly, "Sire, why this weakling servant? She is not even a Saiyajin! I'm quite sure you could have any Saiyajin warrior for your mate."
Vegeta was pissed now. How dare they doubt his authority? "SILENCE! How dare you question your prince? Or should I say... king?", he smirked a little, then pointed at Bulma, "She is pregnant with your prince, so I suggest you back off immediately, before I kill you." His last words were more deadly than ever before, they would not get away with speaking about his mate that way.
"Now, do any of you disagree with my choosing of a mate?", he asked maliciously.
The soldiers stepped back and shook their heads, still in shock about the former prince's announcement. The female was especially mad, she had hoped to be chosen as Vegeta's mate.
"Vegeta?", Bulma started, her words were very quiet and filled with hurt. He turned to her and looked into her sea-blue eyes. His eyes were filled with love for her. "Can you please take me to our room? I don't feel well."
"Yes.", he smiled down at her, earning disgusting looks from the other soldiers. He glared at them, blasting a random one into nothing more than a black, steamy blob. He then proceeded to Bulma's request.
He motioned for her to follow him and lead them to his quarters, which were now hers, too.
The soldiers just stood in their same spots, wondering if the previous events really happened or if they were dreaming. A tall, clunky looking one with black hair, shaped like a peacock, stared at the dead warrior in front of him. "Welp, one of you guys clean up this mess who got the messier half of his highness's announcement." They all chuckled a little and picked up the unfortunate, charcoaled Saiyajin.
~*~
While walking, Vegeta noticed the sadness present on Bulma's features. "What's wrong?", he wondered aloud.
Her head shot up, then dropped back down, "Nothing..."
He knew something was wrong. Somehow, he felt getting her to tell him wouldn't be that easy. He stopped her and fixed her with a serious stare, "Tell me.", he demanded.
"I didn't know that your people would disagree with us being together THIS much..."
"Oh? The Saiyajin are very strict when it comes to the royal family. The Prince of Vegetasei having an alien for a mate is unheard of... I don't care though. They won't be able to do anything about it when I am crowned as king, three days from now."
Bulma felt special. If he was going through all of this just to be with her, he must care about her a lot. Now, she was curious about the king; Vegeta hardly seemed upset about his father's death. "Vegeta, aren't you upset about your father's death?"
He looked up to the ceiling and responded, "I was going to kill him soon, anyways," he smirked a little as he saw her eyes widen ten fold, "You see, here on Vegetasei, the prince kills the king in order to take his place as king."
"That's a terrible thing to do! You guys kill your own parents?!", she went on ranting and raving about the barbaric custom for a few more minutes.
"It's very unbecoming to die of old age here." His face was emotionless, not allowing her to see whether he cared for the custom or not.
He seemed to be willing to answer her questions, so she decided to try her luck on another, "The girl," she began, "When you were explaining us being.. um.. mates.. well, she seemed more upset than the rest of the warriors in the room. Why?"
He wagged his tail to and fro behind him as if he were a dog. "Sahfei had formed a bond towards me a long time ago. I didn't return it, however. She had hoped to be chosen as my mate.", he replied.
"What is a bond?", she felt stupid for asking, but wanted to know something that seemed important.
He glared at her, obviously getting a little annoyed with the questions now, "Bonds are rare with Saiyajin, but some are formed between two individuals. It is like what you humans call.. what's that word.. oh yeah, love. Once the bond is made, it cannot be removed. We have little influence on who we bond with, most of the time, no influence at all. You and I have bonded." He stared at her waiting for her response.
"That is not the only reason that I.. I.. love you.", she quickly looked away in fear that he might only care for her because of the bond.
He wanted so much to tell her he loved her also, but his pride got in the way. In his mind, he told her how much he loved her and through the bond, she heard. She smiled and kissed him passionately on the lips. He picked her up, his mouth still engaged with hers, and darted off towards their chambers.
~*~
*Before Vegeta and the bitch are wed, I will challenge her to a battle to decide who will become Vegeta's true mate. She won't stand a chance!*, Sahfei thought evilly.
~*~
For the next three days, Bulma stayed in her and Vegeta's quarters until it was time for the Crowning Ceremony of the new king. She did not feel comfortable walking up and about with so many people disappoving of her. Vegeta would order servants, before he left to train or complete tasks, to make sure she was completely happy the entire day.
~*~ Later that night...
"Finally! Wow, Bulma, you sexy thing, you!", she danced and turned as she admired herself in the mirror. Now, she would look beautiful while Vegeta was being made king! Vegeta came in the room and stood stalk-still, staring at her beautiful form. He closed his mouth in fear of drooling and shook his head to regain his composure.
Bulma giggled as she took his hand and walked out of the room.
Vegeta and Bulma walked hand-in-hand into the Throne Room. The room was already filled with members of the Royal Court and Super Elite Warriors, including Sahfei who's jealousy was clearly shown. They all dropped to one knee when the Prince/King walked in. Vegeta could hear whispers about being associated with "an alien weakling." He sent them all such an icy glare that it could freeze fire. Bulma kept her head down the whole time, she was still quite hurt how none of them would accept her.
Vegeta lead her to the front of the room and whispered into her ear, "This won't take too long." She nodded and sat down on a wooden chair. Vegeta walked to the throne and picked up the king's crown and knelt down on both knees in front of the throne. The other Saiyajin in the room arose to their feet and looked on awaiting the ceremony.
He began to recite the oath which all of the Saiyajin would have to agree to.
"I, Prince Vegeta of Vegetasei and the Saiyajin," he started, "vow to be a just and rightful King. I will honor my people and promise to make the decisions which are best for the planet and its people. You, the Royal Court and warriors of Vegetasei, will honor and respect me and my decisions as your King." It was spoken in the native Saiyajin language, but thanks to the Universal Translator, Bulma understood. She now spoke the Saiyajin language more than Japanese anyways.
Bulma looked over as she heard all of the Saiyajin, save Vegeta, in the room say "We will." and bow their heads as Vegeta slipped the crown over his carrot-hair and onto his head and stood. The Saiyajin and Vegeta curved their right hand into a fist and placed it over their heart. Vegeta walked over to Bulma and took her hand in his. He smirked and lead her out of the room. Once out, she sincerely congratulated him on being king. He nodded and they continued walking to no place in particular. They saw a bench outside of the palace and sat down.
They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Vegeta broke the gaze. "Woman, we are to be wed tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?!", she jumped up. She didn't know it would be so soon, not that she was disappointed.
Just then, Sahfei walked out in front of the bench with that Saiyajin smirk. She bowed before King Vegeta, respectfully, and turned towards Bulma, "I, Sahfei - Super Elite Warrior, challenge you to a battle deciding who the rightful Queen should be."
Vegeta stood up and growled, "Sahfei, how dare you?!"
She turned to Vegeta, "Will all due respect, sire, it is in Vegetasei's laws that whomever wants to challenge the mate of the Prince or King may do so." She could hardly keep the gloat from her voice knowing the King had to follow the laws.
He crossed his arms over his chest and mumbled something even too quiet for Saiyajin ears, then nodded his head in approval. Bulma looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to help her. He couldn't actually be serious about letting Sahfei kick her ass, which she surely would do! Before Bulma could even comprehend what was happening, she felt a painful punch to her nose. She fell to the ground holding her nose, blood seeping through her fingers. Vegeta stepped out of the way of the two females. Sahfei kicked her roughly in her side sending her flying into a wall. If this kept up, Bulma would die. She was already almost unconscious, not to mention, the fight itself was dangerous for her unborn baby.
Everything was growing dark for Bulma; she heard far-away voices and faintly heard Sahfei telling her "what a weakling" she was. A small crowd of anxious Saiyajin had gathered around to watch the fight. The new King of the Saiyajin felt a twinge at his heart from his mate being beaten so badly, but couldn't think of any way out of it.
Finally though, he had an idea. Vegeta closed his eyes and instructed Bulma through their bond, *Pull on her tail and do not let go until she pleads defeat.* She heard his telepathic directions and somehow felt stronger in will and in strength.
Bulma struggled to stand and ran as fast as her legs could carry her towards Sahfei. The Saiyajin female simply smirked with her arms crossed. What could this weakling possibly be thinking? She couldn't even touch a Super Elite like herself. Bulma jumped behind her and quickly grabbed ahold of Sahfei's tail. The Saiyajin female had not at all been expecting this. She screamed in agony as she tried to break free from the pain of her tail being pulled on. She was failing miserably; she fell to her knees, begging Bulma to let go.
"BITCH!", Bulma spat, venom not only in her voice, but in her eyes as well, "Do you admit you are defeated? Admit that and I will let go." Sahfei reluctantly admitted she was and fell to the ground in relief for Bulma had let go of her throbbing tail. The jealous Saiyajin glanced at Vegeta with heartbroken eyes, then flew off never to be seen or heard from again.
Bulma collapsed into unconsciousness on the ground. Vegeta raced to her side and cradled her in his arms. He looked around at the crowd of spectators, then ran into the palace with Bulma in his arms. Shoving everyone aside who got in his way, he went straight to the Medical Area. Once he reached it, he looked around for a medic. He found one who quickly bowed, "Good afternoon, sire."
"Shut up! Put this woman into a regeneration tank!", he ordered. What if that 'battle' with Sahfei was too much? What if she wouldn't make it? His heart ached and he prayed to every diety he could think of that she would be okay.
The medic lifted the unconscious Bulma from Vegeta's arms and walked over to a tank, placing her gently inside. Once she was inside, the medic pressed a few buttons on the control panel and water began to arise around the blue-haired future Queen. The King walked over to the medic demanding to know when she would be completely healed.
"Well, your highness, judging by her physique, I'd say two days, tops." The medic had white hair and cat ears, with a pale pink skin tone. He walked up closer to the regeneration tank which contained Vegeta's mate. "She's a beautiful creature indeed."
Vegeta growled threateningly at the medic, silently agreeing that she was and always would be the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
For the next two days, the King sat next to the regeneration tank patiently waiting for Bulma to be healed. Servants occasionally brought him a meal or paperwork. He silently ate and signed papers during the day, and slept next to the tank at night. His hate towards Sahfei was growing higher with every minute Bulma did not wake.
~*~
Vegeta's cold, ebony eyes shot open as he heard a faint sound in the room. His eyes darted around, then focused on Bulma in the regeneration tank. She was awake, finally! *And she had to wake up at the ungodly hours of the night, too.* He smirked at that thought and walked over to the control panels.
He hit a few buttons, thus draining the water and opening the tank. He unhooked the wires attached to her body and gently lifted her out. She whispered "thank you" and drifted into a peaceful slumber. Vegeta carried her out of the Medical Area and into the Royal Chambers wing of the palace. He soon reached his and Bulma's chambers and entered. He walked into the bedchamber and softly laid her down to sleep on the bed. He stared at her sleeping form for a few minutes admiring how brave and beautiful she was. He lifted the blankets and crawled into bed next to her, pulling her into a close embrace. He too, fell into an undisturbed sleep.
Aww, how sickeningly sweet! I really put the characters OOC when I was unexperienced in writing. o.O;
Chapter 6
"WHAT?! Impossible! No Saiyajin could die from some stupid disease! Especially not the king." Vegeta turned around, comprehending what had just been said to him. His father. King of the Saiyajin. Dying from a mere disease? It didn't seem practical.
"I am sorry, sire, but it seems you are now the King of the Saiyajin and of Vegetasei... It was some sort of heart disease. We had no cure for it.", the female warrior explained with her head bowed sadly.
"That's terrible!", Bulma spoke up from behind, then covering her mouth realizing that she said something.
"Sire, who is this slave with you?", one of the other Super Elites asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
Vegeta stared at Bulma in deep thought. *Should I tell them she is to be their Queen?* Deciding on his answer, he replied, "This is Bulma, she is to be the Queen of Vegetasei."
Everyone was shocked, including Bulma. All at once, the soldiers began shouting and asking questions.
The female Super Elite stepped forward and yelled, "YOUR MAJESTY! HOW?!"
Vegeta pushed Bulma behind him in case the female soldier tried to start a fight. He had expected this announcement not to be taken lightly by the other Saiyajin.
Another soldier inquired more calmly, "Sire, why this weakling servant? She is not even a Saiyajin! I'm quite sure you could have any Saiyajin warrior for your mate."
Vegeta was pissed now. How dare they doubt his authority? "SILENCE! How dare you question your prince? Or should I say... king?", he smirked a little, then pointed at Bulma, "She is pregnant with your prince, so I suggest you back off immediately, before I kill you." His last words were more deadly than ever before, they would not get away with speaking about his mate that way.
"Now, do any of you disagree with my choosing of a mate?", he asked maliciously.
The soldiers stepped back and shook their heads, still in shock about the former prince's announcement. The female was especially mad, she had hoped to be chosen as Vegeta's mate.
"Vegeta?", Bulma started, her words were very quiet and filled with hurt. He turned to her and looked into her sea-blue eyes. His eyes were filled with love for her. "Can you please take me to our room? I don't feel well."
"Yes.", he smiled down at her, earning disgusting looks from the other soldiers. He glared at them, blasting a random one into nothing more than a black, steamy blob. He then proceeded to Bulma's request.
He motioned for her to follow him and lead them to his quarters, which were now hers, too.
The soldiers just stood in their same spots, wondering if the previous events really happened or if they were dreaming. A tall, clunky looking one with black hair, shaped like a peacock, stared at the dead warrior in front of him. "Welp, one of you guys clean up this mess who got the messier half of his highness's announcement." They all chuckled a little and picked up the unfortunate, charcoaled Saiyajin.
~*~
While walking, Vegeta noticed the sadness present on Bulma's features. "What's wrong?", he wondered aloud.
Her head shot up, then dropped back down, "Nothing..."
He knew something was wrong. Somehow, he felt getting her to tell him wouldn't be that easy. He stopped her and fixed her with a serious stare, "Tell me.", he demanded.
"I didn't know that your people would disagree with us being together THIS much..."
"Oh? The Saiyajin are very strict when it comes to the royal family. The Prince of Vegetasei having an alien for a mate is unheard of... I don't care though. They won't be able to do anything about it when I am crowned as king, three days from now."
Bulma felt special. If he was going through all of this just to be with her, he must care about her a lot. Now, she was curious about the king; Vegeta hardly seemed upset about his father's death. "Vegeta, aren't you upset about your father's death?"
He looked up to the ceiling and responded, "I was going to kill him soon, anyways," he smirked a little as he saw her eyes widen ten fold, "You see, here on Vegetasei, the prince kills the king in order to take his place as king."
"That's a terrible thing to do! You guys kill your own parents?!", she went on ranting and raving about the barbaric custom for a few more minutes.
"It's very unbecoming to die of old age here." His face was emotionless, not allowing her to see whether he cared for the custom or not.
He seemed to be willing to answer her questions, so she decided to try her luck on another, "The girl," she began, "When you were explaining us being.. um.. mates.. well, she seemed more upset than the rest of the warriors in the room. Why?"
He wagged his tail to and fro behind him as if he were a dog. "Sahfei had formed a bond towards me a long time ago. I didn't return it, however. She had hoped to be chosen as my mate.", he replied.
"What is a bond?", she felt stupid for asking, but wanted to know something that seemed important.
He glared at her, obviously getting a little annoyed with the questions now, "Bonds are rare with Saiyajin, but some are formed between two individuals. It is like what you humans call.. what's that word.. oh yeah, love. Once the bond is made, it cannot be removed. We have little influence on who we bond with, most of the time, no influence at all. You and I have bonded." He stared at her waiting for her response.
"That is not the only reason that I.. I.. love you.", she quickly looked away in fear that he might only care for her because of the bond.
He wanted so much to tell her he loved her also, but his pride got in the way. In his mind, he told her how much he loved her and through the bond, she heard. She smiled and kissed him passionately on the lips. He picked her up, his mouth still engaged with hers, and darted off towards their chambers.
~*~
*Before Vegeta and the bitch are wed, I will challenge her to a battle to decide who will become Vegeta's true mate. She won't stand a chance!*, Sahfei thought evilly.
~*~
For the next three days, Bulma stayed in her and Vegeta's quarters until it was time for the Crowning Ceremony of the new king. She did not feel comfortable walking up and about with so many people disappoving of her. Vegeta would order servants, before he left to train or complete tasks, to make sure she was completely happy the entire day.
~*~ Later that night...
"Finally! Wow, Bulma, you sexy thing, you!", she danced and turned as she admired herself in the mirror. Now, she would look beautiful while Vegeta was being made king! Vegeta came in the room and stood stalk-still, staring at her beautiful form. He closed his mouth in fear of drooling and shook his head to regain his composure.
Bulma giggled as she took his hand and walked out of the room.
Vegeta and Bulma walked hand-in-hand into the Throne Room. The room was already filled with members of the Royal Court and Super Elite Warriors, including Sahfei who's jealousy was clearly shown. They all dropped to one knee when the Prince/King walked in. Vegeta could hear whispers about being associated with "an alien weakling." He sent them all such an icy glare that it could freeze fire. Bulma kept her head down the whole time, she was still quite hurt how none of them would accept her.
Vegeta lead her to the front of the room and whispered into her ear, "This won't take too long." She nodded and sat down on a wooden chair. Vegeta walked to the throne and picked up the king's crown and knelt down on both knees in front of the throne. The other Saiyajin in the room arose to their feet and looked on awaiting the ceremony.
He began to recite the oath which all of the Saiyajin would have to agree to.
"I, Prince Vegeta of Vegetasei and the Saiyajin," he started, "vow to be a just and rightful King. I will honor my people and promise to make the decisions which are best for the planet and its people. You, the Royal Court and warriors of Vegetasei, will honor and respect me and my decisions as your King." It was spoken in the native Saiyajin language, but thanks to the Universal Translator, Bulma understood. She now spoke the Saiyajin language more than Japanese anyways.
Bulma looked over as she heard all of the Saiyajin, save Vegeta, in the room say "We will." and bow their heads as Vegeta slipped the crown over his carrot-hair and onto his head and stood. The Saiyajin and Vegeta curved their right hand into a fist and placed it over their heart. Vegeta walked over to Bulma and took her hand in his. He smirked and lead her out of the room. Once out, she sincerely congratulated him on being king. He nodded and they continued walking to no place in particular. They saw a bench outside of the palace and sat down.
They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Vegeta broke the gaze. "Woman, we are to be wed tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?!", she jumped up. She didn't know it would be so soon, not that she was disappointed.
Just then, Sahfei walked out in front of the bench with that Saiyajin smirk. She bowed before King Vegeta, respectfully, and turned towards Bulma, "I, Sahfei - Super Elite Warrior, challenge you to a battle deciding who the rightful Queen should be."
Vegeta stood up and growled, "Sahfei, how dare you?!"
She turned to Vegeta, "Will all due respect, sire, it is in Vegetasei's laws that whomever wants to challenge the mate of the Prince or King may do so." She could hardly keep the gloat from her voice knowing the King had to follow the laws.
He crossed his arms over his chest and mumbled something even too quiet for Saiyajin ears, then nodded his head in approval. Bulma looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to help her. He couldn't actually be serious about letting Sahfei kick her ass, which she surely would do! Before Bulma could even comprehend what was happening, she felt a painful punch to her nose. She fell to the ground holding her nose, blood seeping through her fingers. Vegeta stepped out of the way of the two females. Sahfei kicked her roughly in her side sending her flying into a wall. If this kept up, Bulma would die. She was already almost unconscious, not to mention, the fight itself was dangerous for her unborn baby.
Everything was growing dark for Bulma; she heard far-away voices and faintly heard Sahfei telling her "what a weakling" she was. A small crowd of anxious Saiyajin had gathered around to watch the fight. The new King of the Saiyajin felt a twinge at his heart from his mate being beaten so badly, but couldn't think of any way out of it.
Finally though, he had an idea. Vegeta closed his eyes and instructed Bulma through their bond, *Pull on her tail and do not let go until she pleads defeat.* She heard his telepathic directions and somehow felt stronger in will and in strength.
Bulma struggled to stand and ran as fast as her legs could carry her towards Sahfei. The Saiyajin female simply smirked with her arms crossed. What could this weakling possibly be thinking? She couldn't even touch a Super Elite like herself. Bulma jumped behind her and quickly grabbed ahold of Sahfei's tail. The Saiyajin female had not at all been expecting this. She screamed in agony as she tried to break free from the pain of her tail being pulled on. She was failing miserably; she fell to her knees, begging Bulma to let go.
"BITCH!", Bulma spat, venom not only in her voice, but in her eyes as well, "Do you admit you are defeated? Admit that and I will let go." Sahfei reluctantly admitted she was and fell to the ground in relief for Bulma had let go of her throbbing tail. The jealous Saiyajin glanced at Vegeta with heartbroken eyes, then flew off never to be seen or heard from again.
Bulma collapsed into unconsciousness on the ground. Vegeta raced to her side and cradled her in his arms. He looked around at the crowd of spectators, then ran into the palace with Bulma in his arms. Shoving everyone aside who got in his way, he went straight to the Medical Area. Once he reached it, he looked around for a medic. He found one who quickly bowed, "Good afternoon, sire."
"Shut up! Put this woman into a regeneration tank!", he ordered. What if that 'battle' with Sahfei was too much? What if she wouldn't make it? His heart ached and he prayed to every diety he could think of that she would be okay.
The medic lifted the unconscious Bulma from Vegeta's arms and walked over to a tank, placing her gently inside. Once she was inside, the medic pressed a few buttons on the control panel and water began to arise around the blue-haired future Queen. The King walked over to the medic demanding to know when she would be completely healed.
"Well, your highness, judging by her physique, I'd say two days, tops." The medic had white hair and cat ears, with a pale pink skin tone. He walked up closer to the regeneration tank which contained Vegeta's mate. "She's a beautiful creature indeed."
Vegeta growled threateningly at the medic, silently agreeing that she was and always would be the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
For the next two days, the King sat next to the regeneration tank patiently waiting for Bulma to be healed. Servants occasionally brought him a meal or paperwork. He silently ate and signed papers during the day, and slept next to the tank at night. His hate towards Sahfei was growing higher with every minute Bulma did not wake.
~*~
Vegeta's cold, ebony eyes shot open as he heard a faint sound in the room. His eyes darted around, then focused on Bulma in the regeneration tank. She was awake, finally! *And she had to wake up at the ungodly hours of the night, too.* He smirked at that thought and walked over to the control panels.
He hit a few buttons, thus draining the water and opening the tank. He unhooked the wires attached to her body and gently lifted her out. She whispered "thank you" and drifted into a peaceful slumber. Vegeta carried her out of the Medical Area and into the Royal Chambers wing of the palace. He soon reached his and Bulma's chambers and entered. He walked into the bedchamber and softly laid her down to sleep on the bed. He stared at her sleeping form for a few minutes admiring how brave and beautiful she was. He lifted the blankets and crawled into bed next to her, pulling her into a close embrace. He too, fell into an undisturbed sleep.
Aww, how sickeningly sweet! I really put the characters OOC when I was unexperienced in writing. o.O;