Disclaimer: Again, see Prologue.
Author's Note: I'm so hungry right now. It's 9:36 AM and I haven't slept or ate yet. Who knows what these uncontrolled hands will type next?
The Arrival
The king stared boredly at his angry son.
The boy was really fucking pissed that he had to be present for a weakling Chikyuujin's arival. A woman, no less.
Why the fuck should he care?
Vegeta no Ouji knew he was The Legendary, and he knew about the whole "mate with an alien" thing, but all he thought about that was that it was utter bullshit. He could achieve his goal at becoming Super Saiyajin without the help of a measely female.
"When are they to arive?" The prince spat with a vicious temper.
His father yawned dully. "Soon."
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The ship had finally landed at the port after the six hour journey. All passengers were weary and tired, but knew they might not get a chance to rest for some time. The Saiyajins weren't known for being slackers.
Bulma stood up from her seat, stretching her arms and legs. Her mother and father were already on their way to the door.
'Boy, they sure are confident..' She girl thought to herself. 'It's like they've been here before. Maybe... nah.' She quickly dismissed the trailing thought.
The door had opened to reveal to large Saiyajin men standing there, waiting on the party of three. They both had sharp, black hair with brown tails wrapped securely around their waists. They didn't look like the most friendly of people, but what did Bulma really expect?
"Come along, dear." Mr. Briefs called to Bulma as he and his wife followed the two large beings. She somehow managed to catch up quickly, a bit of out breath.
They followed the Saiyajin from the port room through a long hallway, which seemed to take them forever to get through, only to be led in yet another long hallway. Bulma noted the beautiful and twisted paintings along the wall. They were colored flawlessly, but the scenes they were showing were a bit too much for the Chikuujin to handle.
At last, they reached two large golden doors--huge, beautiful golden doors, covered in what seemed some foreign writing unknown to Bulma.
Here, the two soldiers stopped and knocked on the doors, each racking three times. With that, two large guards on the other end opened them soundlessly.
The room was the biggest she had ever seen in her life, decorated in pale blues and whites. And at the oppisite side of where they stood, was a large golden throne, with a smaller one (but still huge) beside it. There, on the thrones, were the king and prince of Vegetasei.
Her parents walked in fearlessly, but it wasn't as easy for her. The butterflies in her stomach were telling her to run; she was in danger.
As they neared closer, she seen the two Saiyajins up closer. She now knew why everyone was so terrified of the Saiyajin race.
The king, sitting a bit limply as if dulled on his throne, had onyx, swept-back hair and strong beard. His eyes were cruel, but slightly wrinkled to what seemed to be old age and stress.
Then she looked to the prince, who was staring at her. He looked so much like the king, but with a smooth face and... those dark eyes. Something was so familiar about him... like she knew him from somewhere--knew those eyes, and that stare that made her feel like he was gazing at her every flaw.
The king stood up, and stared fixedly at her. At her! She wanted to throw something at him, but he would surely kill her, and plus, there was nothing around to throw.
"Welcome, Chikuujin." The Saiyajin no Ou spoke softly but menacingly. "Have you said your good-byes?"
At this, Bulma was very confused. What was going on? Good-byes?
But she didn't have much time to think about it ...
With a lift of the king's hand at her parents, they were dead.
She let out a sharp scream, echoing in the large room, then passed out.
The Saiyajin no Ouji stared down at her limp figure on the floor, looking over he body. The dress she was wearing fit perfectly over the curves on her body, giving room for light cleavage and those long silky legs. She was so exquisit and perfect.
The king looked at his son. "To your room then, boy?"
Vegeta nodded, returning back to his cruel, uncaring state.
At that, the king motioned for a guard to come and get her. He picked her up ruggedly but securely, heading for the door, but before he could pass through them, the prince spoke. "Bind her."
Author's Note: I'm so hungry right now. It's 9:36 AM and I haven't slept or ate yet. Who knows what these uncontrolled hands will type next?
The Arrival
The king stared boredly at his angry son.
The boy was really fucking pissed that he had to be present for a weakling Chikyuujin's arival. A woman, no less.
Why the fuck should he care?
Vegeta no Ouji knew he was The Legendary, and he knew about the whole "mate with an alien" thing, but all he thought about that was that it was utter bullshit. He could achieve his goal at becoming Super Saiyajin without the help of a measely female.
"When are they to arive?" The prince spat with a vicious temper.
His father yawned dully. "Soon."
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The ship had finally landed at the port after the six hour journey. All passengers were weary and tired, but knew they might not get a chance to rest for some time. The Saiyajins weren't known for being slackers.
Bulma stood up from her seat, stretching her arms and legs. Her mother and father were already on their way to the door.
'Boy, they sure are confident..' She girl thought to herself. 'It's like they've been here before. Maybe... nah.' She quickly dismissed the trailing thought.
The door had opened to reveal to large Saiyajin men standing there, waiting on the party of three. They both had sharp, black hair with brown tails wrapped securely around their waists. They didn't look like the most friendly of people, but what did Bulma really expect?
"Come along, dear." Mr. Briefs called to Bulma as he and his wife followed the two large beings. She somehow managed to catch up quickly, a bit of out breath.
They followed the Saiyajin from the port room through a long hallway, which seemed to take them forever to get through, only to be led in yet another long hallway. Bulma noted the beautiful and twisted paintings along the wall. They were colored flawlessly, but the scenes they were showing were a bit too much for the Chikuujin to handle.
At last, they reached two large golden doors--huge, beautiful golden doors, covered in what seemed some foreign writing unknown to Bulma.
Here, the two soldiers stopped and knocked on the doors, each racking three times. With that, two large guards on the other end opened them soundlessly.
The room was the biggest she had ever seen in her life, decorated in pale blues and whites. And at the oppisite side of where they stood, was a large golden throne, with a smaller one (but still huge) beside it. There, on the thrones, were the king and prince of Vegetasei.
Her parents walked in fearlessly, but it wasn't as easy for her. The butterflies in her stomach were telling her to run; she was in danger.
As they neared closer, she seen the two Saiyajins up closer. She now knew why everyone was so terrified of the Saiyajin race.
The king, sitting a bit limply as if dulled on his throne, had onyx, swept-back hair and strong beard. His eyes were cruel, but slightly wrinkled to what seemed to be old age and stress.
Then she looked to the prince, who was staring at her. He looked so much like the king, but with a smooth face and... those dark eyes. Something was so familiar about him... like she knew him from somewhere--knew those eyes, and that stare that made her feel like he was gazing at her every flaw.
The king stood up, and stared fixedly at her. At her! She wanted to throw something at him, but he would surely kill her, and plus, there was nothing around to throw.
"Welcome, Chikuujin." The Saiyajin no Ou spoke softly but menacingly. "Have you said your good-byes?"
At this, Bulma was very confused. What was going on? Good-byes?
But she didn't have much time to think about it ...
With a lift of the king's hand at her parents, they were dead.
She let out a sharp scream, echoing in the large room, then passed out.
The Saiyajin no Ouji stared down at her limp figure on the floor, looking over he body. The dress she was wearing fit perfectly over the curves on her body, giving room for light cleavage and those long silky legs. She was so exquisit and perfect.
The king looked at his son. "To your room then, boy?"
Vegeta nodded, returning back to his cruel, uncaring state.
At that, the king motioned for a guard to come and get her. He picked her up ruggedly but securely, heading for the door, but before he could pass through them, the prince spoke. "Bind her."
