Last time:
Sweat poured from both their bodies, mixing together, making them slid nicely with little friction. Bulma grabbed onto his shoulders, squeezing them tightly with his last forceful thrusts. Then, all at once, he collapsed on her, breathing heavily. "Woman," he sighed out of breath, pulling himself out.
"Vegeta.." He rolled off her and onto his side, pulling her against him and the blankets over them. He kissed her forehead lightly, then closed his eyes, welcoming sleep.
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Vegeta shot up in bed, beads of cold sweat sprinkled across his forehead, breathing rapidly, or panting rather. He looked around, dumbstruck when he found himself to be in his own room, Bulma no where in sight. He laid back on his pillows, sighing heavily, an almost, almost, sad scowl etched in his features.
It had all been a dream. A cruel trick his mind had played on him, giving him false bliss. And bliss it was, he thought, as he remembered, to every exact detail, the events in the dream. Her face, her hair, her scent, with the undeniable urge to be with someone, with him. The passion. The desire. The need.
His ears perked suddenly at a loud noise coming from down the hall. It was, without a doubt, Bulma. She was excited about something, that much he could tell, so he decided, having nothing better to do, to investigate.
"What's all the commotion about in here?" he growled, entering the room. Something struck him as being familiar, he just couldn't put his finger on it, and opted to ignore the feeling.
"Setta amasta az let Fewsk veltum [I'm done with my Fewsk lessons]!" Bulma shouted, and began to run in his direction, only to find he was no longer there. She frowned at this, then turned back to Furto, thanking him a million times over for all his help and patience.
Vegeta slammed his bedroom door, pressing his back to it, breathing heavily. Everything was exactly like it had been in the dream. Not a single hair on her head was out of place. He wondered how much he had dreamed. Had she really had another attack? Or was that a cruel trick as well? He didn't know for sure, but would not, no matter what, ask either of his companions. He'd just have to hear things out and figure it out for himself.
He sighed, dropping to the floor with a thud. Then, taking his thumb and index finger, grabbed some flesh, and pinched as hard as he could. He smiled, in his own Vegeta-like way, having felt a small amount of pain. This was not a dream. Now he just had to sort out everything else.
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The next day:
Bulma knocked three times before entering Vegeta's bedroom. He, of course, didn't answer. When she opened the door she poked her head in to see him on the bed, back to the headboard, head tilted back slightly, with his eyes closed.
"Vegeta," she whispered before continuing.
"What?" he hissed, not opening his eyes, not even moving, as she expected of him.
"Furto is asleep and I don't want to wake him, so-"
"But you can wake me?" he interrupted, opening his eyes ad lifting his head.
"You weren't asleep. And besides, he's been bending over backwards for me for the past few days. All I need is some help with my injection." Ever since her last attack, which Vegeta found HAD happened, she'd had to have two shots daily, as a precaution, for her condition. Before then Furto had thought them to be unnecessary, for the cold stage, if reached, didn't usually occur until well after six months or so. But he assumed earthling immune systems were practically defenseless against this foreign and extremely powerful disease. Needless to say, he was very glad he had decided to bring the syringes.
"Whatever..Come here," he sighed, motioning her over to the bed. Without reluctance she scurried over and sat at his feet Indian style, holding out the needle and arm cuff for him to take. "You're not going to scream, are you?"
"No. I'm not Goku," she laughed, remembering his reaction to needles. Then suddenly her smile became a frown, for the thought of Goku reminded her of just how homesick she was.
Vegeta reached out, taking Bulma's left arm and setting it on his leg. He then adjusted the cuff around her arm, right above the elbow, and tightened it until the vein began to press against her flesh from underneath. She winced a little, he'd tightened it much tighter than Furto ever had.
"Don't forget to get the air bubbles out," Bulma said, eyeing him as he picked up the needle.
"I'm not a fool, woman," he growled, squirting a small amount of the liquid on the floor. Then, without warning, he stuck it into her vein and injected the medicine. Her facial expression didn't change in the least, and he smirked inwardly at her bravery. When he was finished, he removed the arm cuff and handed the supplies back to Bulma.
"Thanks 'Geta," she squeaked, hopping to the edge of the bed, not noticing as Vegeta starred at her breasts as they bounced, almost completely out of her skimpy blue silk nightgown. Then she stood and walked over to the door.
"Yeah," he said monotone, leaning back against the headboard and closing his eyes.
"Are you hungry?" True they has just eaten two hours ago, her and Furto in the kitchen and Vegeta in "his" control room. But he was always hungry, so it never hurt to ask. He turned his head, opened his eyes and raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
"Have you been eating properly, woman?" he asked, startling her.
"Y-Yes of course," she stuttered, grabbing the door frame. "W-Why?"
"Because, with Denj-sa, as with many diseases, if you don't eat or don't eat properly, the disease is likely to take the upper hand." She simply nodded, then walked away.
"So, are you hungry?" she asked, poking her head back in.
"Sure."
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Doon:
The landing went much more smoothly than any Bulma had ever experienced in her life. There was very little shaking, though her stomach did feel a bit queasy, naturally. But she was fine after a glass of water and some crackers, which Vegeta nearly force-fed her.
"Hey Vegeta," Bulma called from her room, as she pulled her shirt on and fixed her hair before entering the kitchen. When he didn't answer, as she knew would happen, she just continued. "You never told me what the people on Doon are like."
"There's a reason for that," he stated, not changing his expression.
"And that is?" She took a seat across from him at the kitchen table, where he'd been waiting for her to get ready so they could get off the ship.
"I have no idea. I've never been to this planet."
"Has Furto?"
"Most likely."
"Do you think they're friendly?"
"Do you think I care?" he groaned, pushing his chair back and standing up. "Are you ready? I want you cured so I can get back to my training."
"Yes, I think so," she replied, looking herself over one last time, and ignoring his rudeness.
"You're going to go out in that?" he questioned, pointing at her black spaghetti strapped tank top and daisy dukes.
"Yeah, why not? Is it cold on this planet or something?"
He just rolled his eyes and mumbled something about insane earth women as he walked to the door.
"Is the Fewsk coming or not?"
"Oh yeah," she giggled, trotting over to her bedroom door. "Hey Furto, we're leaving now. You coming?"
"Y-Yes Bulma, I-I will..be..right out," Furto stumbled over a few of his words, still not all too comfortable with speaking the language. But he felt much better knowing that once they were off the ship, all they would be speaking was his native tongue.
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"Hey Vegeta," Bulma whispered as the group closed in on their destination, the palace for the royal family of Doon.
"What woman?" he hissed, hoping she'd fall in the hole he'd just nearly tripped on.
"What if the inhabitants aren't friendly? What if they want to kidnap me!? Or kill me!!?" she shrieked, causing Furto to jump. He'd been lagging behind and didn't hear them talking, so when her voice suddenly became so loud, he almost fell over in shock.
"Ha. Then they'd be doing me a favor," he chuckled with a smirk. "Fewsk, is there anything extremely important I need to know about this place before we just go walking into the castle?" Furto looked up warily, looking a bit chilled from the change in temperature. It had a climate much like that of an earth summer, though cold compared to Fewskm, which was more like the desert in July at noon.
"Hmm.." He paused, thinking. "Saoi, set hemlen..Hektek juns bodso..heh, degen namen-sa eva emergert az hekl, quam [Yes, I suppose..Their manners are..well, you wouldn't have a problem with them, sir]." He reddened some, thinking he'd insulted him, but continued without interruption. He told them how King Gregor was rather friendly, if you were on his good side, but Queen Ezador hardly ever smiled, and therefore made most everyone else's lives miserable. With the King and Queen lived their un-wed son, Prince Eltamar, who had a reputation of taking women of all kinds to bed with him, and their daughter, Princess Jemalin, who was also unmarried. He'd blushed profusely at the mention of this, struggling to get the words out without being disrespectful. The other inhabitants living at the palace were fairly friendly, depending on what their job was. The kitchen workers, maids and other servants such as those were generally nice, unless their personality was not so friendly. The nobles and other royal figures were the same way. It was the servants that worked closely with that Queen that one should watch out for.
He also told them about the many customs they should know about when at the palace, and especially in the presence of the royals. Looking directly into their eyes was unthinkable, though not a crime punishable. Something forbidden however, was for anyone not courting the princess, or not having royal blood, to make advances at her. Dozens of men had been put to death without second thought for so much as looking at her in the slightest lusty way. She was their only daughter and youngest of their four children (Important facts: The Princes of Doon had to marry Princesses on other planets because they cannot rule this planet because the Princess is entitled to that position. Once the royal family has a daughter they are not aloud any more children, for their cannot be more than one King and Queen of Doon. And the Princess must marry a Doonso male and carry on the blood of their people. The Princes also have to marry a certain female, though they cannot be a Doonso..I hope you all understand this. Tell me if its confusing and I'll try and explain it better). She was their pride and joy, with the heart of her father and the determination of her mother. Though her only flaw, as her mother would say, was that she was not at all interested in even entertaining the idea of marriage.
"What do they look like?" Bulma chirped, almost jumping at the Fewsk, like she'd been waiting to ask that question her entire life.
"Heh," Furto hummed, bringing his index finger to his lower lip. "Vesk, keka degen hu Teg-lee [Well, much like you and the Prince]."
"Really!?" She could hardly keep from squealing as she clapped her hands together. "And you said the Prince is quite the lover, huh?"
"Umm..Saoi.." His grayish skin had a slight red tint to it as he struggled to get the words out.
"Woman, you didn't come to this planet to find a mate," Vegeta snarled, crossing his arms over his chest, then he uncrossed them and walked forward to the main gate.
"Oh, is someone jealous?" Bulma teased, running up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. He quickly shoved her off, sending her into Furto, and the two almost fell over. "Uh! Vegeta! You're such an ass!"
"Fewsk."
"Y-Yes s-s-s..sir?" Furto squeaked nervously, as he shuffled over to Vegeta's side.
"Get us into the palace. And I want the utmost respect. I am a Prince, and shall tolerate nothing less."
"Oh give it up Vegeta!" Bulma yelled, stomping over to him and sticking her nose in his face. "I'm a Prince, I'm a Prince, blah, blah, blah! That's the only way you can get someone to respect you!" Before she knew what happened, she was up against the steel bars of the gate, held by her neck with her feet nearly a foot from the ground.
"No woman," he said in an eerily calm voice. "I have other ways." Bulma didn't even have a chance to grab his hand and try to free herself, for just when the thought registered in her mind, she was already on the ground. "Fewsk. Now."
"R-R-Right s-s-sir," he chirped, scurrying over to the gates and ringing the large brass bell that hung to the left. Within minutes three very well built men in armor with spears came running out of the small stone building in the front yard. Two of them had light auburn hair, one having green eyes, the other having brown. The other man, who Bulma noticed first, had jet black hair and milky blue eyes. And as Furto had said, they looked very much like earthlings or Saiyans, except they were noticeably shorter with slightly larger eyes.
"Wow," Bulma gasped, grabbing the bars and resting her cheek on one of her hands that was gripping the gate. She starred at him a few moments, unaware that she had infact caught his eye as well, and was doing the same. Once she discovered his interested gaze in her direction, she immediately turned her head away and giggled, feeling and appearing much like a teenage girl with a crush.
"Heh, secca lui do zelmorpha infenna celest jy, Furto [Well, who might this exquisite young creature be, Furto]?" The man's voice slid off his tongue smoothly, further drawing Bulma to him.
"Vel ka Etakanian [She is an Earthling]," Furto hummed, with a hint of anger. "Wend pelem [Her name]-"
"Wella, setta Bulma [Hello, I'm Bulma]," she said quickly, not wanting him to think she was dumb or a mute or something.
"Wella belo Bulma. Setta Eltamar [Hello beautiful Bulma. I'm Eltamar]." He then took her hand threw the bar and kissed the top lightly, sending millions of chills racing up and down Bulma's spine, all at once. It didn't even register in her mind that he was the Prince of Doon, all she could see were his eyes, piercing her own.
"Umm..quam [Umm..sir]?" Furto leaned down to be eye to eye with the Prince, obviously nervous being in his presence.
"Saoi?" he nearly hissed through clenched teeth, though managed a smile at the Fewsk who was interrupting his moment with a new female.
"Dew enformatta dona ka bo lelo tressest [Our business here is of utmost importance]," Furto stated informatively, leaning back to his height and straight posture.
"Pemen [Regarding]?" Prince Eltamar now stood straight, eyeing the Fewsk, almost suspiciously.
"Tu Etakanian [The Earthling]."
Meanwhile Bulma still sat on the dusty cobble stone pathway, her face leaning on the metal bars. "Woman!" Vegeta snapped, startling her into a fit, and she jumped up and slapped his shoulder.
"What's the big idea, Vegeta!?" she steamed, glaring angrily at him.
"I thought you were dead. I was making sure..Too bad.."
She only wrinkled her nose at him, then stuck out her tongue and turned her back on him, taking her seat on the ground again. He scowled at this, but oddly being aroused by her behavior. He loved getting a rise out of her, especially concerning her love interests. That thought brought a brief frown to his features, stinging like jealous. He quickly dismissed the feeling and walked over to the gate to converse with the Prince.
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----Chapter 10!!!!! Wooooo! That was great, was it not!? Yay! I'm finally done with the damn thing. Hopefully chapter 11 won't take as long. We'll see..
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time: What does the Doon palace hold for our three companions? I dunno, you'll have to wait and see..
Sweat poured from both their bodies, mixing together, making them slid nicely with little friction. Bulma grabbed onto his shoulders, squeezing them tightly with his last forceful thrusts. Then, all at once, he collapsed on her, breathing heavily. "Woman," he sighed out of breath, pulling himself out.
"Vegeta.." He rolled off her and onto his side, pulling her against him and the blankets over them. He kissed her forehead lightly, then closed his eyes, welcoming sleep.
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Vegeta shot up in bed, beads of cold sweat sprinkled across his forehead, breathing rapidly, or panting rather. He looked around, dumbstruck when he found himself to be in his own room, Bulma no where in sight. He laid back on his pillows, sighing heavily, an almost, almost, sad scowl etched in his features.
It had all been a dream. A cruel trick his mind had played on him, giving him false bliss. And bliss it was, he thought, as he remembered, to every exact detail, the events in the dream. Her face, her hair, her scent, with the undeniable urge to be with someone, with him. The passion. The desire. The need.
His ears perked suddenly at a loud noise coming from down the hall. It was, without a doubt, Bulma. She was excited about something, that much he could tell, so he decided, having nothing better to do, to investigate.
"What's all the commotion about in here?" he growled, entering the room. Something struck him as being familiar, he just couldn't put his finger on it, and opted to ignore the feeling.
"Setta amasta az let Fewsk veltum [I'm done with my Fewsk lessons]!" Bulma shouted, and began to run in his direction, only to find he was no longer there. She frowned at this, then turned back to Furto, thanking him a million times over for all his help and patience.
Vegeta slammed his bedroom door, pressing his back to it, breathing heavily. Everything was exactly like it had been in the dream. Not a single hair on her head was out of place. He wondered how much he had dreamed. Had she really had another attack? Or was that a cruel trick as well? He didn't know for sure, but would not, no matter what, ask either of his companions. He'd just have to hear things out and figure it out for himself.
He sighed, dropping to the floor with a thud. Then, taking his thumb and index finger, grabbed some flesh, and pinched as hard as he could. He smiled, in his own Vegeta-like way, having felt a small amount of pain. This was not a dream. Now he just had to sort out everything else.
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The next day:
Bulma knocked three times before entering Vegeta's bedroom. He, of course, didn't answer. When she opened the door she poked her head in to see him on the bed, back to the headboard, head tilted back slightly, with his eyes closed.
"Vegeta," she whispered before continuing.
"What?" he hissed, not opening his eyes, not even moving, as she expected of him.
"Furto is asleep and I don't want to wake him, so-"
"But you can wake me?" he interrupted, opening his eyes ad lifting his head.
"You weren't asleep. And besides, he's been bending over backwards for me for the past few days. All I need is some help with my injection." Ever since her last attack, which Vegeta found HAD happened, she'd had to have two shots daily, as a precaution, for her condition. Before then Furto had thought them to be unnecessary, for the cold stage, if reached, didn't usually occur until well after six months or so. But he assumed earthling immune systems were practically defenseless against this foreign and extremely powerful disease. Needless to say, he was very glad he had decided to bring the syringes.
"Whatever..Come here," he sighed, motioning her over to the bed. Without reluctance she scurried over and sat at his feet Indian style, holding out the needle and arm cuff for him to take. "You're not going to scream, are you?"
"No. I'm not Goku," she laughed, remembering his reaction to needles. Then suddenly her smile became a frown, for the thought of Goku reminded her of just how homesick she was.
Vegeta reached out, taking Bulma's left arm and setting it on his leg. He then adjusted the cuff around her arm, right above the elbow, and tightened it until the vein began to press against her flesh from underneath. She winced a little, he'd tightened it much tighter than Furto ever had.
"Don't forget to get the air bubbles out," Bulma said, eyeing him as he picked up the needle.
"I'm not a fool, woman," he growled, squirting a small amount of the liquid on the floor. Then, without warning, he stuck it into her vein and injected the medicine. Her facial expression didn't change in the least, and he smirked inwardly at her bravery. When he was finished, he removed the arm cuff and handed the supplies back to Bulma.
"Thanks 'Geta," she squeaked, hopping to the edge of the bed, not noticing as Vegeta starred at her breasts as they bounced, almost completely out of her skimpy blue silk nightgown. Then she stood and walked over to the door.
"Yeah," he said monotone, leaning back against the headboard and closing his eyes.
"Are you hungry?" True they has just eaten two hours ago, her and Furto in the kitchen and Vegeta in "his" control room. But he was always hungry, so it never hurt to ask. He turned his head, opened his eyes and raised a questioning eyebrow at her.
"Have you been eating properly, woman?" he asked, startling her.
"Y-Yes of course," she stuttered, grabbing the door frame. "W-Why?"
"Because, with Denj-sa, as with many diseases, if you don't eat or don't eat properly, the disease is likely to take the upper hand." She simply nodded, then walked away.
"So, are you hungry?" she asked, poking her head back in.
"Sure."
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Doon:
The landing went much more smoothly than any Bulma had ever experienced in her life. There was very little shaking, though her stomach did feel a bit queasy, naturally. But she was fine after a glass of water and some crackers, which Vegeta nearly force-fed her.
"Hey Vegeta," Bulma called from her room, as she pulled her shirt on and fixed her hair before entering the kitchen. When he didn't answer, as she knew would happen, she just continued. "You never told me what the people on Doon are like."
"There's a reason for that," he stated, not changing his expression.
"And that is?" She took a seat across from him at the kitchen table, where he'd been waiting for her to get ready so they could get off the ship.
"I have no idea. I've never been to this planet."
"Has Furto?"
"Most likely."
"Do you think they're friendly?"
"Do you think I care?" he groaned, pushing his chair back and standing up. "Are you ready? I want you cured so I can get back to my training."
"Yes, I think so," she replied, looking herself over one last time, and ignoring his rudeness.
"You're going to go out in that?" he questioned, pointing at her black spaghetti strapped tank top and daisy dukes.
"Yeah, why not? Is it cold on this planet or something?"
He just rolled his eyes and mumbled something about insane earth women as he walked to the door.
"Is the Fewsk coming or not?"
"Oh yeah," she giggled, trotting over to her bedroom door. "Hey Furto, we're leaving now. You coming?"
"Y-Yes Bulma, I-I will..be..right out," Furto stumbled over a few of his words, still not all too comfortable with speaking the language. But he felt much better knowing that once they were off the ship, all they would be speaking was his native tongue.
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"Hey Vegeta," Bulma whispered as the group closed in on their destination, the palace for the royal family of Doon.
"What woman?" he hissed, hoping she'd fall in the hole he'd just nearly tripped on.
"What if the inhabitants aren't friendly? What if they want to kidnap me!? Or kill me!!?" she shrieked, causing Furto to jump. He'd been lagging behind and didn't hear them talking, so when her voice suddenly became so loud, he almost fell over in shock.
"Ha. Then they'd be doing me a favor," he chuckled with a smirk. "Fewsk, is there anything extremely important I need to know about this place before we just go walking into the castle?" Furto looked up warily, looking a bit chilled from the change in temperature. It had a climate much like that of an earth summer, though cold compared to Fewskm, which was more like the desert in July at noon.
"Hmm.." He paused, thinking. "Saoi, set hemlen..Hektek juns bodso..heh, degen namen-sa eva emergert az hekl, quam [Yes, I suppose..Their manners are..well, you wouldn't have a problem with them, sir]." He reddened some, thinking he'd insulted him, but continued without interruption. He told them how King Gregor was rather friendly, if you were on his good side, but Queen Ezador hardly ever smiled, and therefore made most everyone else's lives miserable. With the King and Queen lived their un-wed son, Prince Eltamar, who had a reputation of taking women of all kinds to bed with him, and their daughter, Princess Jemalin, who was also unmarried. He'd blushed profusely at the mention of this, struggling to get the words out without being disrespectful. The other inhabitants living at the palace were fairly friendly, depending on what their job was. The kitchen workers, maids and other servants such as those were generally nice, unless their personality was not so friendly. The nobles and other royal figures were the same way. It was the servants that worked closely with that Queen that one should watch out for.
He also told them about the many customs they should know about when at the palace, and especially in the presence of the royals. Looking directly into their eyes was unthinkable, though not a crime punishable. Something forbidden however, was for anyone not courting the princess, or not having royal blood, to make advances at her. Dozens of men had been put to death without second thought for so much as looking at her in the slightest lusty way. She was their only daughter and youngest of their four children (Important facts: The Princes of Doon had to marry Princesses on other planets because they cannot rule this planet because the Princess is entitled to that position. Once the royal family has a daughter they are not aloud any more children, for their cannot be more than one King and Queen of Doon. And the Princess must marry a Doonso male and carry on the blood of their people. The Princes also have to marry a certain female, though they cannot be a Doonso..I hope you all understand this. Tell me if its confusing and I'll try and explain it better). She was their pride and joy, with the heart of her father and the determination of her mother. Though her only flaw, as her mother would say, was that she was not at all interested in even entertaining the idea of marriage.
"What do they look like?" Bulma chirped, almost jumping at the Fewsk, like she'd been waiting to ask that question her entire life.
"Heh," Furto hummed, bringing his index finger to his lower lip. "Vesk, keka degen hu Teg-lee [Well, much like you and the Prince]."
"Really!?" She could hardly keep from squealing as she clapped her hands together. "And you said the Prince is quite the lover, huh?"
"Umm..Saoi.." His grayish skin had a slight red tint to it as he struggled to get the words out.
"Woman, you didn't come to this planet to find a mate," Vegeta snarled, crossing his arms over his chest, then he uncrossed them and walked forward to the main gate.
"Oh, is someone jealous?" Bulma teased, running up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. He quickly shoved her off, sending her into Furto, and the two almost fell over. "Uh! Vegeta! You're such an ass!"
"Fewsk."
"Y-Yes s-s-s..sir?" Furto squeaked nervously, as he shuffled over to Vegeta's side.
"Get us into the palace. And I want the utmost respect. I am a Prince, and shall tolerate nothing less."
"Oh give it up Vegeta!" Bulma yelled, stomping over to him and sticking her nose in his face. "I'm a Prince, I'm a Prince, blah, blah, blah! That's the only way you can get someone to respect you!" Before she knew what happened, she was up against the steel bars of the gate, held by her neck with her feet nearly a foot from the ground.
"No woman," he said in an eerily calm voice. "I have other ways." Bulma didn't even have a chance to grab his hand and try to free herself, for just when the thought registered in her mind, she was already on the ground. "Fewsk. Now."
"R-R-Right s-s-sir," he chirped, scurrying over to the gates and ringing the large brass bell that hung to the left. Within minutes three very well built men in armor with spears came running out of the small stone building in the front yard. Two of them had light auburn hair, one having green eyes, the other having brown. The other man, who Bulma noticed first, had jet black hair and milky blue eyes. And as Furto had said, they looked very much like earthlings or Saiyans, except they were noticeably shorter with slightly larger eyes.
"Wow," Bulma gasped, grabbing the bars and resting her cheek on one of her hands that was gripping the gate. She starred at him a few moments, unaware that she had infact caught his eye as well, and was doing the same. Once she discovered his interested gaze in her direction, she immediately turned her head away and giggled, feeling and appearing much like a teenage girl with a crush.
"Heh, secca lui do zelmorpha infenna celest jy, Furto [Well, who might this exquisite young creature be, Furto]?" The man's voice slid off his tongue smoothly, further drawing Bulma to him.
"Vel ka Etakanian [She is an Earthling]," Furto hummed, with a hint of anger. "Wend pelem [Her name]-"
"Wella, setta Bulma [Hello, I'm Bulma]," she said quickly, not wanting him to think she was dumb or a mute or something.
"Wella belo Bulma. Setta Eltamar [Hello beautiful Bulma. I'm Eltamar]." He then took her hand threw the bar and kissed the top lightly, sending millions of chills racing up and down Bulma's spine, all at once. It didn't even register in her mind that he was the Prince of Doon, all she could see were his eyes, piercing her own.
"Umm..quam [Umm..sir]?" Furto leaned down to be eye to eye with the Prince, obviously nervous being in his presence.
"Saoi?" he nearly hissed through clenched teeth, though managed a smile at the Fewsk who was interrupting his moment with a new female.
"Dew enformatta dona ka bo lelo tressest [Our business here is of utmost importance]," Furto stated informatively, leaning back to his height and straight posture.
"Pemen [Regarding]?" Prince Eltamar now stood straight, eyeing the Fewsk, almost suspiciously.
"Tu Etakanian [The Earthling]."
Meanwhile Bulma still sat on the dusty cobble stone pathway, her face leaning on the metal bars. "Woman!" Vegeta snapped, startling her into a fit, and she jumped up and slapped his shoulder.
"What's the big idea, Vegeta!?" she steamed, glaring angrily at him.
"I thought you were dead. I was making sure..Too bad.."
She only wrinkled her nose at him, then stuck out her tongue and turned her back on him, taking her seat on the ground again. He scowled at this, but oddly being aroused by her behavior. He loved getting a rise out of her, especially concerning her love interests. That thought brought a brief frown to his features, stinging like jealous. He quickly dismissed the feeling and walked over to the gate to converse with the Prince.
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----Chapter 10!!!!! Wooooo! That was great, was it not!? Yay! I'm finally done with the damn thing. Hopefully chapter 11 won't take as long. We'll see..
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time: What does the Doon palace hold for our three companions? I dunno, you'll have to wait and see..