Hey. Here it is.
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She walked into the familiar bedroom once more, searching for her King. She checked the balcony, and then found him in the bathroom Jacuzzi. He seemed to have fallen asleep in it.
She walked up to him and shook his shoulder. He awoke with a start.
"How the fu** did I fall asleep in here?" he muttered. He stared at the woman who had awakened him. "Yes?"
"You need to see something," she said. He followed her out, getting dressed before hand, of course.
"Look," she said. She pointed to a blue haired girl who was working on a machine of some sort.
"Who is that?" he asked, trying to get a better view of her face. She looked kinda familiar…
"Is that her?" she asked when the girl turned and faced them. Vegeta gulped and nodded.
"It's Bulma," he whispered. This was the girl. He had confessed that to his Queen last night. Bulma stared at him as he stared back. The Queen watched the exchange and smiled.
"If you haven't noticed, she looks just like me now," she whispered. Vegeta turned to the Queen and looked at her. He smiled, knowing where this was going.
"I'll always love you, but not like that," he said. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll forever be in your debt." The Queen smiled back at him.
"I know. And the same goes for me. I guess this will be the last time I will be royalty. We will have to switch completely. I think I'll move back to my home planet though. Bulma is more than capable of handling my responsibilities. It's as if she was the ruler of Chikyuu in another life. You know what you want, so take it and never let go." And with those last words, the Queen left.
Bulma walked up to Vegeta and took his hand when the Queen left.
"She's such a noble soul. She'll go strait to heaven when she's gone," Bulma whispered.
Vegeta smiled, staring at the door she had left through. "I know."
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Vegeta gave the new Queen a tour of the house. He told her all about the politics, surprised at the natural talent she had at such things. To him, she was perfect in every way.
Bulma had been the head of the Science department when he had met her. After a few special moments, they had decided to keep their undercover loving hidden underneath the sheets. It would have been a total outrage to the people if they had discovered such a thing. She was beautiful, intelligent, had spunk, and was a great politician.
She was just like the Queen, and that's why he loved her. Why he didn't love the real Queen was a mystery to him. But he never dwelled on such things. He couldn't control his emotions. He had learned that long ago.
-----The night of the previous chapter-----
"You love him?" she asked bitterly. The blue haired girl nodded her head in tears.
"Yes," she whispered. The Queen drew in a deep, uneven breath. She had gone down to the Science Department to dig up the truth. She lowered her head in realization.
"And does he love you?" she asked softly, controlling herself. The moonlight seemed to pierce the darkness as the two stood there, crying.
The girl gulped. "Yes." The Queen looked at the floor feeling sick.
"Very well," she whispered. "I understand." She turned and left, leaving the girl alone.
"How cruel life is…" the Queen told herself. She walked towards the bedroom, ready to confront the King. She wiped the tears from her eyes, trying hard not to let new ones fall.
"Oh, look who it is," a sadistic voice said. The Queen turned to the owner to see a familiar, handsome man standing before her.
"I don't have time to deal with you, Yamcha," the Queen muttered, trying to walk away. Yamcha grabbed her arms and pulled her to him, giving her a rough, forced kiss. She hit him with her free arm, trying to break free.
"You never had time to deal with me, ever since you married that bastard Prince!" Yamcha snarled. The Queen slapped him hard across the cheek, forcing him to let go. She ran down the hallway towards the room. She checked behind her to make sure he still wasn't following her. Her stomach lurched as she heard the Royal Bedroom's doors open and close.
"It's probably the King," she told herself. "There's no way he could have gotten there before me. He would have had to pass me."
She turned a corner to come face to face with the doors. She wiped her lip, which had both tears and Yamcha's spit on it, and glided through the throne doors.
After checking to make sure no one was there, she started to change her torn dress.
"Where have you been?" the cold voice asked her. She gasped and turned towards the bed.
"It's him," she thought, horrified. The doors shut and she was left with the man in the darkness. She felt someone familiar circle her and relaxed.
"It's just Vegeta," she thought, feeling silly for thinking otherwise.
"What happened to your dress?" he asked, implying something.
"What does it look like? It's torn!" she shot back, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.
He grabbed her chin and faced it towards him.
"Don't speak to me in that manner!" he growled.
"I have been for the past three years and you never seemed to mind," she answered coldly. He let go of her chin roughly and walked towards the bed, which he flopped down on.
"Well for the past three years one of us hasn't been seeing someone else," he said. She wheeled towards him.
"Who would that be?" she snarled. "What a hypocrite," she thought. "You accuse me?" she asked, outraged. He thinks she wants to go to Yamcha?
"Well there's only two of us, so we can do nothing but suspect each other," he growled stubbornly.
Silence grew.
"For the past three years I have learned to love you," she whispered, hurt apparent in her voice. She looked into his eyes, knowing exactly where they would be, and told him that she knew.
He stared back. "It is easy to learn to love. It is a completely different thing to unconditionally love. That is what love is about, and this marriage is not about love," he whispered, turning his back at her, and walking to the bed yet again.
She didn't know what to say, so she flopped down beside him.
"What are we to do?" she asked.
"There's only one thing we can do…"
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