Things were starting to get messy. Half her armor was scattered and scorched, it could be found in various areas of the tournament grounds. He had bypassed her ki balls and attacked her. She had been forced to hold them back due to his lack of distance from her. But the moment she had a bit of space they launched at him.
Either way things were not going her way. But the consolation was that he no longer had any armor. Moving back they bother parted long enough to take in the other and decide their next way of attack. She grinned inwardly; he had no armor, and no shirt. He looked the worse for ware, had to love her kami blessed nails. He had a few scratches to go along with her more elaborate attacks. Taking one step to the side she called in her powers. The physical ki blasts targeting her mate vanished and her ki rose slightly, but more importantly she no longer had to keep part of her mind on them. She was free to focus on other things.
Like figuring out how the hell to keep a decent distance between them so she could win.
She was breathing just as hard as he was, it was nice to know that she would be able to protect herself. Even after this show of power there would still be those who thought a mutated fourth class was unworthy of the throne. If any survived his mate he would make sure they didn't see the next sun rise.
After all, he wouldn't be a very good mate if he allowed his woman to get hurt, but there was no point in taking all the fun away from her. The royal protocol was going to be tossed out the window by Bulma. She was not one to sit and look loyal at her mate's side. He was not fool enough to think she would, and in all truth he didn't want her to.
Besides, his father would be enraged. It would be fun to listen in on the fights that for once didn't have her raging temper aimed at him.
She knew he was musing, she couldn't help it either. Here they were, finally able to be together and she now knew what she had waited for all her life. She felt her parents would approve, her mother would have gushed over his looks, and fed him. A lot. Her father would approve because she would have finally found a man to match wits with and not have fear her.
They would be equals, it had always been something she desired, and now she had it. And it was going to take a hell of a lot more than a few wishes to take it away from her. He was hers, now and forever. Grinning at her possessive streak she made the first move. Unfortunately he wouldn't let her put any distance between them, she knew why. He knew her plan. She knew he would have figured it out. Still, even though she had expected and prepared for it. It was still a problem. It wasn't long before she found herself pinned, not that she minded but they were in the middle of possibly the only true fight they would ever have.
"Enjoying yourself woman?" She met his teal eyes and grinned.
"More than you would think." Pulling a flash attack she darted for open air. It had everything she would need, open space. And more room to dodge. Just as well, she barely kept her ankle from Vegeta's grasp when he followed her. Pushing her ki into her speed she decided to play his way.
As many before her had done she was using speed to lay her attacks out and then not be there when he was able to react. Though unlike those he had faced before she was not gloating about it, making anticipating her next move rather difficult. But he had never turned away a challenge from her, he knew he would beat her, but he was beginning to wonder by how much. She had always been one to work on control before power. She could do more than some elites with the ki level of one who would never be able to form a blast.
Anticipating her next move he snatched her wrist. Grinning at her surprise he sent hr back to the dirt far below them, taking care to follow. She would recover quickly from her fall, but he would be ready.
He watched as his son pinned the woman for the second time. Kanzia was laughing every now and then and seemed to be one of the few who could keep track of the movements. Glancing down at Baradock's box he saw the group cheer as his son's new mate landed a blow. It was loudly stated who's side of the match they were cheering for. Glancing to his mate he saw her eyes following the pair in the fighting grounds the best she could. She too held a smile, one of ironic amusement. He glared at the fighters. A fourth class, she was a fourth class. Had barely survived being born and had now won the right to mate his only son. The fact that she was also a Super Sayain grated at him as well. Who was this woman? He knew she was a fourth class brat, the daughter of Baradock, and contained enough wits to work in her father's lab.
She had grown on another planet and hadn't shown her face until her flagrant and colorful return with his daughter. And while Kanzia may have trusted the mysterious woman, he did not. In silence he watched as she traded blows with her prince. It was quite clear that she wasn't holding back, and that his son was returning the favor. Never had the future queen of the race been so powerful. It held both great problems, and great potential. The child this woman could bare, if she became a problem she would be dealt with after the birthing.
His full attention returned to the fight when the golden hair around the woman flickered. Long ago it had come out of whatever binds she had held it in. But before he could react she created an attack that hit his son full on. The arena remained silent until Vegeta could be seen again. The woman's hair flickered once more, gold then violet, or had it been teal. His mate gasped. "Vegeta's mistress." Her voice was disbelieving, his thoughts matched it. The slave?
She felt her energy waning and soon was fighting to hold onto the energy she had fought so hard to control. Pulling an attack just short of kamikaze she felt herself fall to the ground. Grateful she hadn't been more than a few feet in the air she had the satisfaction of hearing her mate land not more than twelve feet away. Sadly though she found herself unable to move, only garnering enough strength to move from her belly onto her back. It was in time to see the most arrogant man on the planet enter her view of vision. Though at the moment it looked as if he were struggling to move as well. She proudly noted his raven hair and made the emotion known not only through their shared link but her expression.
Looks like I brought you down a notch. About time I say too. Her thoughts could not hide the barely there energy she had. He knew she was exhausted, just as she knew he was fighting to stand.
"I win woman, looks like you still have a ways to go." He hit his knees at her side. His tone though rough, was warm. The pride she felt from him for her made part of her shine. She chuckled weakly when he fell at her side.
"Does this mean you're not up to another round?" Her tone was innocent, vaguely she felt someone floating into the arena. "Of course round two would be in another arena, the bedroom perhaps." His shock was so complete he didn't notice the intruder until he had lifted Bulma into a sitting position. Opening her eyes she felt her face display her surprise. She had been so focused on the fight she hadn't extended her ki sensing farther than her opponents and Vegeta.
I feel mean, I'll end this chapter here. Hate to tell everyone this but I probably won't meet my self imposed deadline. But I'm CLOSE. I think I'll make the next chapter the last and a lemon as well. State whether you object or not in the reviews. Anyway.
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