A New Way of Life
Chapter 7
POKE!
"AAAAHHH, YOU BITCH! You poked me in the eye!", Vegeta screamed holding his right eye.
Bulma turned over in her sleep to stare at her mate, "It's not like it hurt you anyway, now leave me alone! I'm trying to sleep!" She rolled back over, pulling the pillow over her head.
"Woman, if it didn't hurt me, then why the hell am I screaming about it?", he hissed, then continued babying his eye.
*Men are such babies!*
"I can hear what you think, so watch what goes through that pathetic little mind of yours!", the King of the Saiyajin spat, then climbed out of bed to get dressed.
~*~
Three middle-aged women came into the bedroom where Bulma was peacefully sleeping. Vegeta had long since begun his training. Bulma's eyes shot wide open to observe the intruders standing quietly at the back of the room. She sat up slowly, lifting an eyebrow in question.
"Miss, we are here to dress you for the Mating Ceremony.", a short, plump one stated, holding out a beautiful white dress.
"What Mating Ceremony?", Bulma asked cluelessly, "What do you mean?"
"Miss, you are to be wed together with his highness, the King.", a tall, thin one with dark blue hair down to her ankles explained.
Bulma noted none of them had tails and came to the conclusion that they were servants from elsewhere. *Duh, Bulma. Like these arrogant Saiyajin would ever help anyone as servants.* She slid out of bed and walked closer to the three women. The short, plump one held out the dress for her to examine.
She held it to her figure and looked it over. It was exquisite! It was pure white, down to the ankles. It had a slit up to mid-thigh on the left side which would show off her creamy, long legs. It had a low V-cut to show off some cleavage, but not too much as to look indecent. It had sheer, long sleeves and something which looked like silver glitter covering the breast area of the fabric. *It looks like a wedding dress! I'll feel more at home wearing this when I am wed.*
She skipped into the bathroom to put the beautiful dress on. Once it was on, she twirled in the mirror observing how nicely it clung to all of her womanly curves. *It makes my boobs look huge! Ha, let's see if Vegeta can keep it in his pants until we're back in our chambers after the Ceremony!* She smirked and walked out of the bathroom. The three servant ladies smiled and proceeded to curl her hair and do her make-up. After they finished, they left Bulma alone to await Vegeta's arrival.
~*~ Thirty minutes later...
Vegeta knocked once, then entered his and Bulma's chambers to bring her to the Ceremony. "Woman, let's go.", he commanded.
"I have a name, Vegeta. USE IT!"
He smirked; he loved it when he ticked her off. She was so cute when she was mad.
"Okay, woman.", he grabbed her hand and stalked out of the room towards the Ceremony Hall. She glared at him as he refused to use her name.
Vegeta couldn't keep his eyes off of his Queen. She was so beautiful and pure; she was just like an angel. He was snapped out of his daze when he heard Bulma whimper underneath his grasp.
"Ouch.. too.. tight..", she felt the blood draining from her hand. Vegeta immediately let go and cradled her hand, "I didn't realize I was holding on that tight."
He rubbed her palm with his thumb until she assured him that she was fine. His blue-haired mate linked her arm with his and continued onto the hall. They said nothing more along the way. The couple soon reached the Ceremony Hall and entered. They gracefully made their way to the front of the room; Saiyajin bowing as they passed. Vegeta bowed slightly to what looked like some sort of priest. Bulma followed suit, not wanting to draw even more attention to herself.
"King Vegeta," the 'priest' began, "Do you accept this female as your mate and as Vegetasei's Queen?"
"Yes.", he answered simply and glanced at Bulma who was smiling at him.
"Bulma," the 'priest' turned his gaze over to her, "Do you accept this male as your mate and as your King?"
"Yes.", she replied.
"It is done!", the 'priest' exclaimed and threw his hands into the air. Bulma looked confusedly at Vegeta. He nodded his head in assurement.
King Vegeta turned to the crowd of Saiyajin observing the Ceremony, "BOW TO YOUR NEW QUEEN!" Everyone present, save Bulma and Vegeta, did as they were told and got down on one knee, heads bowed. The new Queen was swept off her feet and into Vegeta's strong, yet gentle arms and carried off to their royal chambers.
As they reached their chambers, Vegeta punched in the door code and entered the room, still holding his mate. He kissed her passionately on the lips while unbuttoning her beautiful white gown. He growled in frustration and simply ripped it off of her. He wasted no time in taking one of her soft, pink nipples into his mouth while he expertly massaged the other breast. He laid her down on the bed and they were one.
Forever.
Two more chapters to go, I believe. Until then, ja! ^^
Chapter 7
POKE!
"AAAAHHH, YOU BITCH! You poked me in the eye!", Vegeta screamed holding his right eye.
Bulma turned over in her sleep to stare at her mate, "It's not like it hurt you anyway, now leave me alone! I'm trying to sleep!" She rolled back over, pulling the pillow over her head.
"Woman, if it didn't hurt me, then why the hell am I screaming about it?", he hissed, then continued babying his eye.
*Men are such babies!*
"I can hear what you think, so watch what goes through that pathetic little mind of yours!", the King of the Saiyajin spat, then climbed out of bed to get dressed.
~*~
Three middle-aged women came into the bedroom where Bulma was peacefully sleeping. Vegeta had long since begun his training. Bulma's eyes shot wide open to observe the intruders standing quietly at the back of the room. She sat up slowly, lifting an eyebrow in question.
"Miss, we are here to dress you for the Mating Ceremony.", a short, plump one stated, holding out a beautiful white dress.
"What Mating Ceremony?", Bulma asked cluelessly, "What do you mean?"
"Miss, you are to be wed together with his highness, the King.", a tall, thin one with dark blue hair down to her ankles explained.
Bulma noted none of them had tails and came to the conclusion that they were servants from elsewhere. *Duh, Bulma. Like these arrogant Saiyajin would ever help anyone as servants.* She slid out of bed and walked closer to the three women. The short, plump one held out the dress for her to examine.
She held it to her figure and looked it over. It was exquisite! It was pure white, down to the ankles. It had a slit up to mid-thigh on the left side which would show off her creamy, long legs. It had a low V-cut to show off some cleavage, but not too much as to look indecent. It had sheer, long sleeves and something which looked like silver glitter covering the breast area of the fabric. *It looks like a wedding dress! I'll feel more at home wearing this when I am wed.*
She skipped into the bathroom to put the beautiful dress on. Once it was on, she twirled in the mirror observing how nicely it clung to all of her womanly curves. *It makes my boobs look huge! Ha, let's see if Vegeta can keep it in his pants until we're back in our chambers after the Ceremony!* She smirked and walked out of the bathroom. The three servant ladies smiled and proceeded to curl her hair and do her make-up. After they finished, they left Bulma alone to await Vegeta's arrival.
~*~ Thirty minutes later...
Vegeta knocked once, then entered his and Bulma's chambers to bring her to the Ceremony. "Woman, let's go.", he commanded.
"I have a name, Vegeta. USE IT!"
He smirked; he loved it when he ticked her off. She was so cute when she was mad.
"Okay, woman.", he grabbed her hand and stalked out of the room towards the Ceremony Hall. She glared at him as he refused to use her name.
Vegeta couldn't keep his eyes off of his Queen. She was so beautiful and pure; she was just like an angel. He was snapped out of his daze when he heard Bulma whimper underneath his grasp.
"Ouch.. too.. tight..", she felt the blood draining from her hand. Vegeta immediately let go and cradled her hand, "I didn't realize I was holding on that tight."
He rubbed her palm with his thumb until she assured him that she was fine. His blue-haired mate linked her arm with his and continued onto the hall. They said nothing more along the way. The couple soon reached the Ceremony Hall and entered. They gracefully made their way to the front of the room; Saiyajin bowing as they passed. Vegeta bowed slightly to what looked like some sort of priest. Bulma followed suit, not wanting to draw even more attention to herself.
"King Vegeta," the 'priest' began, "Do you accept this female as your mate and as Vegetasei's Queen?"
"Yes.", he answered simply and glanced at Bulma who was smiling at him.
"Bulma," the 'priest' turned his gaze over to her, "Do you accept this male as your mate and as your King?"
"Yes.", she replied.
"It is done!", the 'priest' exclaimed and threw his hands into the air. Bulma looked confusedly at Vegeta. He nodded his head in assurement.
King Vegeta turned to the crowd of Saiyajin observing the Ceremony, "BOW TO YOUR NEW QUEEN!" Everyone present, save Bulma and Vegeta, did as they were told and got down on one knee, heads bowed. The new Queen was swept off her feet and into Vegeta's strong, yet gentle arms and carried off to their royal chambers.
As they reached their chambers, Vegeta punched in the door code and entered the room, still holding his mate. He kissed her passionately on the lips while unbuttoning her beautiful white gown. He growled in frustration and simply ripped it off of her. He wasted no time in taking one of her soft, pink nipples into his mouth while he expertly massaged the other breast. He laid her down on the bed and they were one.
Forever.
Two more chapters to go, I believe. Until then, ja! ^^