DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor am I associated with Dragonball Z or any of
it's franchise. If I was, maybe I would not be as broke as I am. However, I
do own this story, the Squalls, King Tidus, Risa, and Isabelle -take them
and die! J
SOME NOTES ON THIS CHAPTER/STORY: ~In this story, Bulma is NOT an only child.you will meet one of her siblings in this chapter. ~Yamcha and Bulma are together at this point***
LAST TIME ON 'YOU'RE MAKING A WHAT WITH WHO?!':
King Briefs just shook his head. "Daughter, you need some more sleep. Go back to bed. I will discuss this with you later," with that, he turned to Vegeta, who was still standing there, slightly amused by the father- daughter confrontation. "This way, King Vegeta." King Briefs turned and walked towards the castle. Vegeta gave one last smirk towards Bulma before following her father.
Bulma, on the other hand, stood there and watched them go, still fuming. She was panting and clenching and unclenching her fists in her anger. Finally, she gained enough sense to calm down. She gathered her thoughts and followed them into the castle, thinking,
'This can't be good.'
~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 3: Thud!
Sounds of distress echoed throughout the entire castle. Members of the royal family and servants alike arose with the automatic knowledge that some very important company had arrived in the shadow of the night, and they instantly started to scurry about to get everything in order. Isabelle, Bulma's personal servant, was tearing around in a panic after she had gone to rouse the princess only to find her bed empty and cold, signifying that she [Bulma] had been out of bed for quite some time.
"Bulma" Isabelle whispered as she opened the door to one of the many lounging areas. Hearing no answer, she started to close the door when she heard an annoying voice from behind her demand,
"Bulma? BULMA?! Last time I checked, it was 'Princess Bulma' to you!" It took Isabelle all of her self-control not to groan as she recognized the voice. Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with Bulma's bratty 14-year-old sister, Risa.
"Good morning, Princess Risa," Isabelle said through clenched teeth. She forced a plastered smile onto her face as she continued. "I take it you slept well." Risa hmphed before answering.
"The night could have been better. But tell me, why the hell are there a bunch of saiyans running around? Last time I checked, we weren't exactly on the best of terms with those guys." As hard as Isabelle tried, she couldn't hide the shock on her face."
"S-saiyans? They're here?" Isabelles voice was barely a whisper. Risa rolled her eyes.
"Well, duh. I'm almost positive that humans aren't six to seven feet tall and they don't have tails, though knowing that scientific sister of mine, I wouldn't be too surprised if she brewed something up over night." Right when Isabelle was about to strangle Risa for acting so obnoxious, Risa excused herself. Spinning on her heel, she disappeared down the hall with her raven black hair flowing like a cape behind her. Still shaking, Isabelle also turned and continued her search for Bulma.
~*~*~*~*~
Bulma continued to wander around the palace like a zombie. She was completely oblivious to the people frantically scurring about her. 'What the hell is he thinking? Has he lost his mind? Does he have a death wish or something? Now I'm POSITIVE he's worked on one too many experiments. Dammit, I TOLD him to stop reading those fantasy books that end with happy, unrealistic endings!' The thoughts rambled on in Bulma's head at a million thoughts a minute.
"This just doesn't make sense!" Bulma found herself thinking aloud. She winced, not expecting herself to say that out loud, but she was even more surprised and taken offguard when a voice from behind her answered.
"Very few things in life do." Yelping, Bulma spun around to see who had been following her. She found herself staring into a pair of endlessly black eyes. Thinking that it was Vegeta, she began to back up before realization hit her.
"Yamcha!" she cried out happily and leapt into his arms. Yamcha laughed as he enveloped the blue-haired beauty into his arms.
"Who were expecting?" He kidded around in a mocking voice. "The 'great king himself, king Vegeta'?" Immediately, he felt Bulma stiffen in his arms. Furrowing his brow, Yamcha pulled her away so that he could look into her eyes.
"What is it?" He questioned, his voice full of concern. "What did I say?" Bulma just shook her head.
"N-nothing. I'm fine," she answered flatly before trying to pull him in close to her again so that she could hide her face against chest. However, Yamcha held her away from him as he continued to stare into her eyes.
"Are you sure?" Despite the fact that she nodded, Yamcha still found himself doubting her. Sighing, he pulled her to him again and held her tightly; she held him just as tightly in return. Bulma closed her eyes as her boyfriend planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head. As he spoke his next words, Bulma could feel and hear the rumble deep within his chest.
"I wish you would tell me what it is that's bothering you." Bulma shrugged lightly before responding,
"I just want to know what's going on." Yamcha couldn't help but smile over her head. 'Aw, so that's it,' he thought. Bulma sensed his laughter and pulled away.
"What? It's not funny!! Vegeta's supposed to be our enemy! Why is he here? Has my father gone completely insane?" Bulma demanded. She saw the laughter that was dancing within Yamcha's eyes disappear soon afterwards.
"That, my love, I am afraid I cannot answer. All I can tell you is that it's obviously not something bad. If it was, all hell would have broken loose by now." Yamcha let out a hearty laugh as Bulma looked at him with her "you-have-got-to-be-the-stupidest-person-I've-ever-met" look. Leaning down, Yamch placed a light butterfly kiss across Bulma's lips.
"I don't know why I love you so much. Now, I must be going. Keep your head up and don't worry about anything." With that, Yamcha took off and flew out the window. Bulma watched him go before turning around and walking down the stairs. 'Note to self: fall in love with someone with half a brain next lifetime,' she thought dryly. She started to head back to her room to get when she heard voices coming from her father's business room. Creeping over to the door, she listened in, immediately recognizing her father's and Vegeta's voices.
~*~*~*~*~
As the king of Chik-yuu lead him into the castle and up the stairs, Vegeta couldn't help but smile at the recollection of the meeting between the kind and his daughter moments ago. He had never seen a woman her age defy her father like that. Actually, he had never seen a girl/woman of ANY age who didn't stamper and shake in fear of his presence. Sure, she was scared at first, but that was most likely because she wasn't expecting him and had probably just woken up. However, after she regained her composture, she seemed more annoyed and angry at his presence than scared. Vegeta loved the way the fire leapt into her deep, sky blue eyes when he didn't react to anything she said/did. If there was one thing in this world that he loved and lived for, it was a good fight.
"Right this way, Your Majesty," King Briefs voice broke through Vegeta's thoughts. Vegeta followed the shorter and older man into a rather large room, sat in the chair that was offered to him, and crossed his arms in his usual fashion. King Briefs, who was still standing, cleared his throat.
"Well, uh, I'm sure you know why I asked you to come here-"
"You need my help to fight King Tidus, I know," Vegeta interrupted in a boring tone. King Briefs nodded nervously.
"So, are you willing to help." Vegeta paused for a moment.
"What's in it for me? The possible loss of hundreds or thousands of my planet's strongest warriors?" he asked sarcastically. King Briefs just shook his head.
"I am willing to give you one or two of the planets that I possess." King Briefs frowned as he was interrupted by the Saiya-jin king's laughter.
"Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight," Vegeta began. "You want me to send my elite forces with your own against an extremely strong enemy.and in payment, I get two of your pathetic planets?" Vegeta couldn't help but laugh again. "I'm sorry, King of Chick-yuu, but if you want my help, I will need more payment than that. Besides, all of the planets that I control are much stronger than any of yours! Do you have any other ideas? Is there anything that you can give me to prove to me that this is not a trick, and that you won't stab me in the back?"
Unable to answer, King Briefs just shook his head. The man was sweating bullets by the second. Vegeta, seeing as how the king had temporarily lost his voice, simply stood up and walked towards the door.
"Very well then.my troops and I will be leaving shortly," Vegeta stated calmly. He reached his hand towards the door, preparing to grasp the brass handle, when he heard King Briefs call from behind him,
"My daughter!"
That stopped Vegeta dead in his tracks. "What?" he asked with a deadly voice.
King Briefs could have slapped himself. What the hell he thinking? He was obviously desperate, but giving up his oldest daughter? Well, it was either that or the planet. Shakily, he explained to Vegeta.
"I will give you my eldest daughter, Princess Bulma, to you in marriage to seal the peace treaty deal. In addition, I will still give you the two planets of your choosing."
"Why would I want a pathetic HUMAN as my mate?" Vegeta boomed out, resuming his normal stance. 'Good question,' King Briefs thoughts. Instead of saying that however, he just shrugged.
"Why would I break a peace treaty where my treasured daughter is the bait?" King Briefs smirked as he saw the king of Vegetasei actually think about that question. In a voice that was filled with authority, the king continued,
"That is my last offer. Take it or leave it."
Vegeta was busy outweighing his options. He had never wanted to have a mate, much less a HUMAN mate. Why, then, was it so hard to turn down the offer? As much as he wanted to, Vegeta couldn't bring himself to say no. Even though his arrogance and pride told him that the mighty Saiyan race could never fall, he knew in the back of his mind that Vegetasei's future rode on this deal. Painfully and slowly, he drawled out,
"Alright."
King Briefs and Vegeta almost doubled over with his response. 'WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?!' Vegeta screamed in his head. However, before either of the men could do or say anything they all heard a loud thud on the door, like someone was falling on it.
***Hehehe..hope that wasn't too bad of a cliffhanger. I'm sorry if I rushed the last part a bit.my mom was yelling at me. Also, if Vegeta seemed a little out of character to you, that will definitely change. =) Remember, the more you guys review, the faster the updates will come (hint hint)!***
NEXT CHAPTER: The aftermath of the news, Bulma and Vegeta's reactions, and more!
SOME NOTES ON THIS CHAPTER/STORY: ~In this story, Bulma is NOT an only child.you will meet one of her siblings in this chapter. ~Yamcha and Bulma are together at this point***
LAST TIME ON 'YOU'RE MAKING A WHAT WITH WHO?!':
King Briefs just shook his head. "Daughter, you need some more sleep. Go back to bed. I will discuss this with you later," with that, he turned to Vegeta, who was still standing there, slightly amused by the father- daughter confrontation. "This way, King Vegeta." King Briefs turned and walked towards the castle. Vegeta gave one last smirk towards Bulma before following her father.
Bulma, on the other hand, stood there and watched them go, still fuming. She was panting and clenching and unclenching her fists in her anger. Finally, she gained enough sense to calm down. She gathered her thoughts and followed them into the castle, thinking,
'This can't be good.'
~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 3: Thud!
Sounds of distress echoed throughout the entire castle. Members of the royal family and servants alike arose with the automatic knowledge that some very important company had arrived in the shadow of the night, and they instantly started to scurry about to get everything in order. Isabelle, Bulma's personal servant, was tearing around in a panic after she had gone to rouse the princess only to find her bed empty and cold, signifying that she [Bulma] had been out of bed for quite some time.
"Bulma" Isabelle whispered as she opened the door to one of the many lounging areas. Hearing no answer, she started to close the door when she heard an annoying voice from behind her demand,
"Bulma? BULMA?! Last time I checked, it was 'Princess Bulma' to you!" It took Isabelle all of her self-control not to groan as she recognized the voice. Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with Bulma's bratty 14-year-old sister, Risa.
"Good morning, Princess Risa," Isabelle said through clenched teeth. She forced a plastered smile onto her face as she continued. "I take it you slept well." Risa hmphed before answering.
"The night could have been better. But tell me, why the hell are there a bunch of saiyans running around? Last time I checked, we weren't exactly on the best of terms with those guys." As hard as Isabelle tried, she couldn't hide the shock on her face."
"S-saiyans? They're here?" Isabelles voice was barely a whisper. Risa rolled her eyes.
"Well, duh. I'm almost positive that humans aren't six to seven feet tall and they don't have tails, though knowing that scientific sister of mine, I wouldn't be too surprised if she brewed something up over night." Right when Isabelle was about to strangle Risa for acting so obnoxious, Risa excused herself. Spinning on her heel, she disappeared down the hall with her raven black hair flowing like a cape behind her. Still shaking, Isabelle also turned and continued her search for Bulma.
~*~*~*~*~
Bulma continued to wander around the palace like a zombie. She was completely oblivious to the people frantically scurring about her. 'What the hell is he thinking? Has he lost his mind? Does he have a death wish or something? Now I'm POSITIVE he's worked on one too many experiments. Dammit, I TOLD him to stop reading those fantasy books that end with happy, unrealistic endings!' The thoughts rambled on in Bulma's head at a million thoughts a minute.
"This just doesn't make sense!" Bulma found herself thinking aloud. She winced, not expecting herself to say that out loud, but she was even more surprised and taken offguard when a voice from behind her answered.
"Very few things in life do." Yelping, Bulma spun around to see who had been following her. She found herself staring into a pair of endlessly black eyes. Thinking that it was Vegeta, she began to back up before realization hit her.
"Yamcha!" she cried out happily and leapt into his arms. Yamcha laughed as he enveloped the blue-haired beauty into his arms.
"Who were expecting?" He kidded around in a mocking voice. "The 'great king himself, king Vegeta'?" Immediately, he felt Bulma stiffen in his arms. Furrowing his brow, Yamcha pulled her away so that he could look into her eyes.
"What is it?" He questioned, his voice full of concern. "What did I say?" Bulma just shook her head.
"N-nothing. I'm fine," she answered flatly before trying to pull him in close to her again so that she could hide her face against chest. However, Yamcha held her away from him as he continued to stare into her eyes.
"Are you sure?" Despite the fact that she nodded, Yamcha still found himself doubting her. Sighing, he pulled her to him again and held her tightly; she held him just as tightly in return. Bulma closed her eyes as her boyfriend planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head. As he spoke his next words, Bulma could feel and hear the rumble deep within his chest.
"I wish you would tell me what it is that's bothering you." Bulma shrugged lightly before responding,
"I just want to know what's going on." Yamcha couldn't help but smile over her head. 'Aw, so that's it,' he thought. Bulma sensed his laughter and pulled away.
"What? It's not funny!! Vegeta's supposed to be our enemy! Why is he here? Has my father gone completely insane?" Bulma demanded. She saw the laughter that was dancing within Yamcha's eyes disappear soon afterwards.
"That, my love, I am afraid I cannot answer. All I can tell you is that it's obviously not something bad. If it was, all hell would have broken loose by now." Yamcha let out a hearty laugh as Bulma looked at him with her "you-have-got-to-be-the-stupidest-person-I've-ever-met" look. Leaning down, Yamch placed a light butterfly kiss across Bulma's lips.
"I don't know why I love you so much. Now, I must be going. Keep your head up and don't worry about anything." With that, Yamcha took off and flew out the window. Bulma watched him go before turning around and walking down the stairs. 'Note to self: fall in love with someone with half a brain next lifetime,' she thought dryly. She started to head back to her room to get when she heard voices coming from her father's business room. Creeping over to the door, she listened in, immediately recognizing her father's and Vegeta's voices.
~*~*~*~*~
As the king of Chik-yuu lead him into the castle and up the stairs, Vegeta couldn't help but smile at the recollection of the meeting between the kind and his daughter moments ago. He had never seen a woman her age defy her father like that. Actually, he had never seen a girl/woman of ANY age who didn't stamper and shake in fear of his presence. Sure, she was scared at first, but that was most likely because she wasn't expecting him and had probably just woken up. However, after she regained her composture, she seemed more annoyed and angry at his presence than scared. Vegeta loved the way the fire leapt into her deep, sky blue eyes when he didn't react to anything she said/did. If there was one thing in this world that he loved and lived for, it was a good fight.
"Right this way, Your Majesty," King Briefs voice broke through Vegeta's thoughts. Vegeta followed the shorter and older man into a rather large room, sat in the chair that was offered to him, and crossed his arms in his usual fashion. King Briefs, who was still standing, cleared his throat.
"Well, uh, I'm sure you know why I asked you to come here-"
"You need my help to fight King Tidus, I know," Vegeta interrupted in a boring tone. King Briefs nodded nervously.
"So, are you willing to help." Vegeta paused for a moment.
"What's in it for me? The possible loss of hundreds or thousands of my planet's strongest warriors?" he asked sarcastically. King Briefs just shook his head.
"I am willing to give you one or two of the planets that I possess." King Briefs frowned as he was interrupted by the Saiya-jin king's laughter.
"Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight," Vegeta began. "You want me to send my elite forces with your own against an extremely strong enemy.and in payment, I get two of your pathetic planets?" Vegeta couldn't help but laugh again. "I'm sorry, King of Chick-yuu, but if you want my help, I will need more payment than that. Besides, all of the planets that I control are much stronger than any of yours! Do you have any other ideas? Is there anything that you can give me to prove to me that this is not a trick, and that you won't stab me in the back?"
Unable to answer, King Briefs just shook his head. The man was sweating bullets by the second. Vegeta, seeing as how the king had temporarily lost his voice, simply stood up and walked towards the door.
"Very well then.my troops and I will be leaving shortly," Vegeta stated calmly. He reached his hand towards the door, preparing to grasp the brass handle, when he heard King Briefs call from behind him,
"My daughter!"
That stopped Vegeta dead in his tracks. "What?" he asked with a deadly voice.
King Briefs could have slapped himself. What the hell he thinking? He was obviously desperate, but giving up his oldest daughter? Well, it was either that or the planet. Shakily, he explained to Vegeta.
"I will give you my eldest daughter, Princess Bulma, to you in marriage to seal the peace treaty deal. In addition, I will still give you the two planets of your choosing."
"Why would I want a pathetic HUMAN as my mate?" Vegeta boomed out, resuming his normal stance. 'Good question,' King Briefs thoughts. Instead of saying that however, he just shrugged.
"Why would I break a peace treaty where my treasured daughter is the bait?" King Briefs smirked as he saw the king of Vegetasei actually think about that question. In a voice that was filled with authority, the king continued,
"That is my last offer. Take it or leave it."
Vegeta was busy outweighing his options. He had never wanted to have a mate, much less a HUMAN mate. Why, then, was it so hard to turn down the offer? As much as he wanted to, Vegeta couldn't bring himself to say no. Even though his arrogance and pride told him that the mighty Saiyan race could never fall, he knew in the back of his mind that Vegetasei's future rode on this deal. Painfully and slowly, he drawled out,
"Alright."
King Briefs and Vegeta almost doubled over with his response. 'WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?!' Vegeta screamed in his head. However, before either of the men could do or say anything they all heard a loud thud on the door, like someone was falling on it.
***Hehehe..hope that wasn't too bad of a cliffhanger. I'm sorry if I rushed the last part a bit.my mom was yelling at me. Also, if Vegeta seemed a little out of character to you, that will definitely change. =) Remember, the more you guys review, the faster the updates will come (hint hint)!***
NEXT CHAPTER: The aftermath of the news, Bulma and Vegeta's reactions, and more!
