Okay this is chapter eight. This is the chapter that will start to send the
rating up, if for no other reason then Vegeta thoughts. If you hadn't
noticed before you will, he's kind of a ladies man and is used to sleeping
around. In this story at least. I know some of you might not like having
the rating change but it's for the good of the story.
Vegeta spied the carriage as it came into the front courtyard. The metal man-made horses as fresh as they had been at the beginning of the trip. The technical genius of these earthlings' showed through in the creatures. A mass a machinery but they never flinched as the rain poured over them, threatening to sort circuit their main frame. Vegeta found himself marveling at the beautiful creatures surprised that they were so like the beasts that they had replaced. Flesh horses had been driven to near extinction like every other creature on the planet and now were never used for any other purposes other then admiring.
Vegeta shook his head, bringing his wandering thoughts back to the present. Glancing into his bedroom he saw Kakarot still sleeping off the beating he had received the night before. The man's loud snoring had worsened, his broken nose making him sound choked. Vegeta chuckled; he had taken his beating with out question, always the proper, submissive, underling.
He looked at his hand, his own bruise already fading. He was willing to admit that he had gone a bit over board the night before. Giving blows that would have killed anyone else, yet the only thing he could truly blame it on was frustration. It had been days since he had set out to seduce the blue hair wench, and he felt no closer then when he had started.
While it had been nearly a month since the last woman, but he refused to stoup as low as to sleep with one of the willing girls working in the palace. Vegeta growled, as he stood and began to pace the room. Never before had it taken this long to bring the woman he desired to his bed, even the most stubborn of sayians had been easy prey.
"What is taking so long," he muttered to himself," Its not like she isn't interested. I can smell desire on her almost every time we touch."
He stopped pacing before the window, gazing once more out at the impressive view. He knew full well that the Humans had given them this room for two reasons only. Through its windows was one of the most beautiful views of the kingdom, it was a well-known fact that the Sayjin prince appreciated beauty, and it was also the most easily guarded. The earthlings might respect him but that didn't mean they trusted him.
A flash of blue from the courtyard caught his eye. The contents of the carriage were standing in the rain; arms wrapped around one another, laughing gaily.
A smile came to his lips as Vegeta recognized one of them," So that's why she's been so difficult. She's already got someone," the two moved out of sight, Bulma's head resting on the man's shoulder as they walked, arms linked," I guess I'll just have to cut in."
***~***
The elderly woman smiled at him as he sat watching her from across the table. She was elbow deep in dough and covered in flour, but still she paused to praise her favorite subject.
Lord Yamcha.
It was clear to Vegeta that every one in the castle idolized him, any one he asked was ready with words of admiration. Maids fluttered at the mention of his name, men busted out with pride. The man was held in as high regard as the royal family.
"Lord Yamcha is certainly a catch, I just can't wait until one of the ladies see the light and marries him," she wiped her forehead, leaving a trail of flour behind.
"What do mean?"
"Well," she stopped, looking at him fully," Lord Yamcha has been friends with Lady ChiChi and Princess Bulma for as long as any one can remember, and many of us, the servants that is, think he would do well to marry either one of them. They would have such beautiful children."
"Really," the woman had given him a lot to think about," thank you for your time. But I'm afraid I must be going now, I have other duties I must attend to."
"Of coarse," she gave a small curtsy," please come again at any time."
He turned and left. Walking quickly through the corridors to him cambers. Inside Kakarot was beginning to rise, sitting up groggily in the bed. He blinked as Vegeta threw a shirt at him, smiling all the while.
"You're in luck today. We are facing our biggest battle ever."
"Oh really," Kakarot asked, his interest perked.
"Oh yes, you see," Vegeta puled off his shirt," We're going to make friends with the enemy."
Dun, dun, dun. Okay was that really as corny as I think it was?
Vegeta spied the carriage as it came into the front courtyard. The metal man-made horses as fresh as they had been at the beginning of the trip. The technical genius of these earthlings' showed through in the creatures. A mass a machinery but they never flinched as the rain poured over them, threatening to sort circuit their main frame. Vegeta found himself marveling at the beautiful creatures surprised that they were so like the beasts that they had replaced. Flesh horses had been driven to near extinction like every other creature on the planet and now were never used for any other purposes other then admiring.
Vegeta shook his head, bringing his wandering thoughts back to the present. Glancing into his bedroom he saw Kakarot still sleeping off the beating he had received the night before. The man's loud snoring had worsened, his broken nose making him sound choked. Vegeta chuckled; he had taken his beating with out question, always the proper, submissive, underling.
He looked at his hand, his own bruise already fading. He was willing to admit that he had gone a bit over board the night before. Giving blows that would have killed anyone else, yet the only thing he could truly blame it on was frustration. It had been days since he had set out to seduce the blue hair wench, and he felt no closer then when he had started.
While it had been nearly a month since the last woman, but he refused to stoup as low as to sleep with one of the willing girls working in the palace. Vegeta growled, as he stood and began to pace the room. Never before had it taken this long to bring the woman he desired to his bed, even the most stubborn of sayians had been easy prey.
"What is taking so long," he muttered to himself," Its not like she isn't interested. I can smell desire on her almost every time we touch."
He stopped pacing before the window, gazing once more out at the impressive view. He knew full well that the Humans had given them this room for two reasons only. Through its windows was one of the most beautiful views of the kingdom, it was a well-known fact that the Sayjin prince appreciated beauty, and it was also the most easily guarded. The earthlings might respect him but that didn't mean they trusted him.
A flash of blue from the courtyard caught his eye. The contents of the carriage were standing in the rain; arms wrapped around one another, laughing gaily.
A smile came to his lips as Vegeta recognized one of them," So that's why she's been so difficult. She's already got someone," the two moved out of sight, Bulma's head resting on the man's shoulder as they walked, arms linked," I guess I'll just have to cut in."
***~***
The elderly woman smiled at him as he sat watching her from across the table. She was elbow deep in dough and covered in flour, but still she paused to praise her favorite subject.
Lord Yamcha.
It was clear to Vegeta that every one in the castle idolized him, any one he asked was ready with words of admiration. Maids fluttered at the mention of his name, men busted out with pride. The man was held in as high regard as the royal family.
"Lord Yamcha is certainly a catch, I just can't wait until one of the ladies see the light and marries him," she wiped her forehead, leaving a trail of flour behind.
"What do mean?"
"Well," she stopped, looking at him fully," Lord Yamcha has been friends with Lady ChiChi and Princess Bulma for as long as any one can remember, and many of us, the servants that is, think he would do well to marry either one of them. They would have such beautiful children."
"Really," the woman had given him a lot to think about," thank you for your time. But I'm afraid I must be going now, I have other duties I must attend to."
"Of coarse," she gave a small curtsy," please come again at any time."
He turned and left. Walking quickly through the corridors to him cambers. Inside Kakarot was beginning to rise, sitting up groggily in the bed. He blinked as Vegeta threw a shirt at him, smiling all the while.
"You're in luck today. We are facing our biggest battle ever."
"Oh really," Kakarot asked, his interest perked.
"Oh yes, you see," Vegeta puled off his shirt," We're going to make friends with the enemy."
Dun, dun, dun. Okay was that really as corny as I think it was?