Tribulation
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Ryo Angel
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Vegeta layed in bed, a hand wrapped around Bulma's torso, tracing patterns over her developing stomch, a troubled look on his face. Vegeta-sai was the planet on which he was conceived and born. But Earth... this was the planet his own child was conceived. This was the planet on which he found his mate. That bring about another set of questions. Would his mate even want to leave? Would she hate him if he choose to go back? His grip on her tightened.
"Vegeta..." Bulma gasped slightly, "Ease off..." Something was troubling him, but she doesn't want to pressure him into telling her. Knowing him as well as she did, he'll speak when he feels comfortable with telling her. "What's wrong?" She asked.
He shook his head against the back of her neck, loosening his hold, but keeping a hand firmly wrapped around her. She sighed softly, shifting her body until they were face to face, "Sweety?" She pressed her forehead against his, "I'm always here to talk if you want to..." She kissed him softly on the lips and sensed an urgency in him. Hesitating a second, she quickly shimmied out of her sleeping gown and pushed him on his back, all without breaking contact with his lips. Pulling back slightly, she kissed him again, lingering as she ran her tongue along his lips, coaxing them to open up.
And open up he did with a light moan of pleasure. Their tongue danced to a rhythm that they knew so well, but Vegeta pulled away licking his lips; he could still taste her. "There's something we need to talk about, Woman."
Bulma looked at him with a worried frown, "Okay..." She sat up, pulling the sheet around her body, "What about?"
Vegeta looked at his innocent mate, the love and understanding shimmering in her eyes before he even spoke. Without another moment's hesitation, he let down his mental guard and revealed all. "I told you about my brother... Kakkorot." Bulma didn't interrupt. She sat there quietly, allowing information to flow into her mind and listened as he tried to make sense of what she was acquiring. "In two days Vegeta-sai will be reborn again... and..." He couldn't find the words to explain.
"And you have to choose." It was neither a statement nor a question. It was acceptance. She smiled warmly, "No matter what you decide, I'll be there with you."
And thought he didn't say it aloud, Vegeta's eyes showed his emotions - I love you.
"Show me." She laughed, pulling him onto of her.
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Bulma left Vegeta sleeping on the bed and softly withdrew from the room. "Bunny?" She called out softly, "Bunny..." One hand unconciously rubbing her small protruding stomach, she walked outside and saw a shadow on the roof. With little hesitation, she leapt upwards and landed unsteadily on her feet. A hand reached out to steady her.
"You are with child, Bulma. Careful."
Bulma looked into the eyes of the woman that she had known almost all her life, "I will." Bulma paused and plunged forward, "I am, after all, carrying a potential heir to the throne."
Bunny smiled, "You are so sure that Vegeta would choose to go back to Vegeta-sai and rule?"
Bulma shook her head silently, looking searchingly at Bunny, "Not to Vegeta-sai. I am carrying the potential One... Mother."
Bunny studied the woman that stood before her and her eyes glowed with a faint unearthly light, "I am not your mother, Bulma."
"No." Bulma agreed, "You are an assimilation of the ancient ones." Memories had awakened inside of her and she's trying to sort them all out, "You hold their memories. And I too, will become a part of you when I pass on."
Bunny gifted Bulma with a sagacious smile, "And that is not for quite a while yet." She held out one naked hand, urging Bulma to take it. With no hesitation, Bulma placed her hand onto the lightly glowing hand and gasped softly at the images that assaulted her. Images of her own childhood and her adolescence. Images of watching Vegeta as a young Prince, with his mother and his father. Silent tears found their way down her cheeks when she saw how he was abused, her hand clutched her stomach protectively, thankful that the King Vegeta was dead.
*******
Bulma felt like she was looking into the room with her own eyes.
Freeza stood in the sidelines and watched as the young king knelt for his coronation. His eyes burned with intensity and he licked his lips as he watched Vegeta rise, the crown on his face. As with custom, Vegeta walked out towards the balcony and slit both wrists, letting blood drip down into the casket that housed his dead father. Returning blood to the one that made you who you were. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
"My prince," Her body made the motions of bowing, dropping down to one knee. She looked up, "My king."
His stony gaze scared her, but this body was not her own and she rose accordingly, moving with the rest of the couriers as they moved through the motions for the coronation. As night fell and the last strains of music fell upon drunken ears, she found herself floating out among the stars, staring down at Vegeta as he stepped out onto the balcony of his chambers. Freeza came in afterwards and wrapped his arms around the young king.
Vegeta's face was blank, stiffening as Freeza slipped a hand under his tousers, cupping his shaft in his three fingered hand. "My, my, you have a lovely surprise for me."
Bulma's eyes widened at the events that happened next.
Vegeta twirled around and pushed Freeza back into the room and onto the bed. Bulma didn't want to see, but she was reluctantly drawn to the events that unfolded. There was no real foreplay and Bulma watched with unwavering eyes and Vegeta took Freeza savagely. A small gasp of disbelief as she realized for the first time - Freeza was a woman.
*******
With a gasp, she was pulled back into the present. Shaking her head, she turned to Bunny, "Why?"
"His son comes for revenge."
Bulma clutched her stomach in dread, "Vegeta-sai..." She whispered. Bunny didn't reply and Bulma knew it to be true, "How much longer?"
"He is already there. It only remains to be seen who shall take over the throne."
Bulma laughed without mirth, "Which throne?"
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Hmm... I just realized that Bulma and Vegeta are cousins the way I wrote this... ah well.
Wow! I just realized that I haven't updated in almost 4 months! You guys must hate me! .
So sorry! RL just ran away with me. But I'm back... I hope. I'll try to update sooner next time, but writer's block and RL just wouldn't let me. Sorry!! Forgive me!!
R
Ryo Angel
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Vegeta layed in bed, a hand wrapped around Bulma's torso, tracing patterns over her developing stomch, a troubled look on his face. Vegeta-sai was the planet on which he was conceived and born. But Earth... this was the planet his own child was conceived. This was the planet on which he found his mate. That bring about another set of questions. Would his mate even want to leave? Would she hate him if he choose to go back? His grip on her tightened.
"Vegeta..." Bulma gasped slightly, "Ease off..." Something was troubling him, but she doesn't want to pressure him into telling her. Knowing him as well as she did, he'll speak when he feels comfortable with telling her. "What's wrong?" She asked.
He shook his head against the back of her neck, loosening his hold, but keeping a hand firmly wrapped around her. She sighed softly, shifting her body until they were face to face, "Sweety?" She pressed her forehead against his, "I'm always here to talk if you want to..." She kissed him softly on the lips and sensed an urgency in him. Hesitating a second, she quickly shimmied out of her sleeping gown and pushed him on his back, all without breaking contact with his lips. Pulling back slightly, she kissed him again, lingering as she ran her tongue along his lips, coaxing them to open up.
And open up he did with a light moan of pleasure. Their tongue danced to a rhythm that they knew so well, but Vegeta pulled away licking his lips; he could still taste her. "There's something we need to talk about, Woman."
Bulma looked at him with a worried frown, "Okay..." She sat up, pulling the sheet around her body, "What about?"
Vegeta looked at his innocent mate, the love and understanding shimmering in her eyes before he even spoke. Without another moment's hesitation, he let down his mental guard and revealed all. "I told you about my brother... Kakkorot." Bulma didn't interrupt. She sat there quietly, allowing information to flow into her mind and listened as he tried to make sense of what she was acquiring. "In two days Vegeta-sai will be reborn again... and..." He couldn't find the words to explain.
"And you have to choose." It was neither a statement nor a question. It was acceptance. She smiled warmly, "No matter what you decide, I'll be there with you."
And thought he didn't say it aloud, Vegeta's eyes showed his emotions - I love you.
"Show me." She laughed, pulling him onto of her.
-----
Bulma left Vegeta sleeping on the bed and softly withdrew from the room. "Bunny?" She called out softly, "Bunny..." One hand unconciously rubbing her small protruding stomach, she walked outside and saw a shadow on the roof. With little hesitation, she leapt upwards and landed unsteadily on her feet. A hand reached out to steady her.
"You are with child, Bulma. Careful."
Bulma looked into the eyes of the woman that she had known almost all her life, "I will." Bulma paused and plunged forward, "I am, after all, carrying a potential heir to the throne."
Bunny smiled, "You are so sure that Vegeta would choose to go back to Vegeta-sai and rule?"
Bulma shook her head silently, looking searchingly at Bunny, "Not to Vegeta-sai. I am carrying the potential One... Mother."
Bunny studied the woman that stood before her and her eyes glowed with a faint unearthly light, "I am not your mother, Bulma."
"No." Bulma agreed, "You are an assimilation of the ancient ones." Memories had awakened inside of her and she's trying to sort them all out, "You hold their memories. And I too, will become a part of you when I pass on."
Bunny gifted Bulma with a sagacious smile, "And that is not for quite a while yet." She held out one naked hand, urging Bulma to take it. With no hesitation, Bulma placed her hand onto the lightly glowing hand and gasped softly at the images that assaulted her. Images of her own childhood and her adolescence. Images of watching Vegeta as a young Prince, with his mother and his father. Silent tears found their way down her cheeks when she saw how he was abused, her hand clutched her stomach protectively, thankful that the King Vegeta was dead.
*******
Bulma felt like she was looking into the room with her own eyes.
Freeza stood in the sidelines and watched as the young king knelt for his coronation. His eyes burned with intensity and he licked his lips as he watched Vegeta rise, the crown on his face. As with custom, Vegeta walked out towards the balcony and slit both wrists, letting blood drip down into the casket that housed his dead father. Returning blood to the one that made you who you were. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
"My prince," Her body made the motions of bowing, dropping down to one knee. She looked up, "My king."
His stony gaze scared her, but this body was not her own and she rose accordingly, moving with the rest of the couriers as they moved through the motions for the coronation. As night fell and the last strains of music fell upon drunken ears, she found herself floating out among the stars, staring down at Vegeta as he stepped out onto the balcony of his chambers. Freeza came in afterwards and wrapped his arms around the young king.
Vegeta's face was blank, stiffening as Freeza slipped a hand under his tousers, cupping his shaft in his three fingered hand. "My, my, you have a lovely surprise for me."
Bulma's eyes widened at the events that happened next.
Vegeta twirled around and pushed Freeza back into the room and onto the bed. Bulma didn't want to see, but she was reluctantly drawn to the events that unfolded. There was no real foreplay and Bulma watched with unwavering eyes and Vegeta took Freeza savagely. A small gasp of disbelief as she realized for the first time - Freeza was a woman.
*******
With a gasp, she was pulled back into the present. Shaking her head, she turned to Bunny, "Why?"
"His son comes for revenge."
Bulma clutched her stomach in dread, "Vegeta-sai..." She whispered. Bunny didn't reply and Bulma knew it to be true, "How much longer?"
"He is already there. It only remains to be seen who shall take over the throne."
Bulma laughed without mirth, "Which throne?"
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Hmm... I just realized that Bulma and Vegeta are cousins the way I wrote this... ah well.
Wow! I just realized that I haven't updated in almost 4 months! You guys must hate me! .
So sorry! RL just ran away with me. But I'm back... I hope. I'll try to update sooner next time, but writer's block and RL just wouldn't let me. Sorry!! Forgive me!!