A/N: I'm not putting in English translations anymore, I think you all got
the idea of the alien language. So from now on, while they're on one of the
two planets that speak the language, that's what they're speaking. When
Bulma and Vegeta are alone, they speak Japanese. Now, enjoy! :D
Last time:
"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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"Eltamar," Vegeta said sternly as he took a few steps towards him, though he could have sworn he meant to be respectful, addressing another prince and all. So, feeling the greeting was too casual and somewhat inappropriate, quickly added, "Prince of Doon."
"Oh, wow," he nearly gasped, suddenly finding himself starring at this new face, for something struck him as oddly familiar. He definitely reminded him of someone he knew or had seen before. Quickly though, before anyone -aside from Vegeta- could notice the prince's brief state of bewilderment, he'd recovered with a simple smile. "And who might you be, sir?" Eltamar was no fool, he knew by this mysterious man's poise and posture that he was of high enough raking to be addressed with the respect that always accompanies 'sir'.
"Prince Vegeta of, the now non-existent, Planet Vegeta," he replied proudly, lifting his head just a little higher than before.
"P-Planet Vegeta?" This time, no matter how he'd tried, he could not mask his astonishment from the entire group. That was what had been familiar. It was so obvious now, he looked almost exactly like his father, a man Eltamar had known and admired greatly. "The planet of the Saiyans?"
Vegeta nodded, his smile slowly forming a more placid expression on his features.
For a long while Eltamar just stood, one arm at his side, the other grasping a bar of the gate, starring forward. He simply couldn't comprehend Vegeta's presence, why he'd come their, and with a Fewsk and an Earthling no less. Granted the Earthling was quite possibly the most beautiful female he's ever seen or imagined. He could definitely see why she was worthy in his presence. Or was there something else bonding them together? She was obviously not a fighter, nor in his harem, if he even had one.
"No, my lord," Vegeta suddenly cut in, causing Eltamar to blink at the broken silence. "If you knew my father half as well as you claim to, to be able to admire him so, then you'd know he, nor any other Saiyan, has no use for such a degrading and useless thing." He paused, taking a few more steps towards the gates, now almost able to touch them if he reached his arm out. "A harem?..Please, sir, no more insults." (The only reason Vegeta can read his mind is because of the Doon atmosphere, it does something to the brains of the Doonso, causing their minds to be completely open to those who could read minds. Fewsks have learned to combat this and therefore can close their minds, and Bulma's mind is naturally shut off to Vegeta's, as with other Earthlings who don't believe or know about mind reading. Does that makes sense? Well, I hope so. I had this part written and then I realized that if Vegeta could read Eltamar's thoughts than he could read anyone's but I didn't want that but I also didn't want to take this part out so I decided to explain this. I hope it's not confusing. It has nothing really to do with the story, I just liked it).
Before Eltamar had a chance to respond, Bulma's voice come booming in everyone's ears. "Hey! Wait a minute!" She was now to her feet, facing Vegeta, hands on her hips. He smirked menacingly at this, remembering how many times he'd seen and made her do that, knowing what she coming next. A brawl, verbally of course. "What was all that about!? Your father!? I thought you said you'd never been here!"
"Pipe down woman! Unless this rampage wasn't in search of an explanation." Her lips immediately snapped shut, her eyes narrowing slightly, just enough for him to notice. "Much better," he almost sighed, reaching out and lightly tapping her left cheek. She flinched the instant his warm rough fingers made contact with her smooth, equally warm, skin. But before she could react anymore, his arm returned to its folded position with the other one. "Are you involved in all of your father's affairs?"
"No, of course not." The amount of attitude in her voice suggested the degree of anger she was feeling. Stress, she would blame it on later. "Why would I - how COULD I be?" she retorted, though quickly shrunk back in realization as to what he was getting at. "Oh."
"Funny," he coughed, raising an eyebrow at her. "You were wrong."
"Don't ponder on it, your highness," she hissed, regaining her composure. "It won't happen again."
Prince Eltamar looked on, shocked at the amount of hatred the two were emanating between one another. He had originally thought they were mates, for what other reason would the Saiyan no Ouji have for a woman who was not a warrior? His eyes soon fell on Furto, who was having trouble hiding his uneasiness. Their eyes eventually locked, silently telling the Doonso that they acted this was regularly. So, with a few exaggerated gestures of his eyebrows, he told Furto to end the dispute.
"Umm, excuse me," Furto coughed, stepping forward to be in Bulma's view. She gave him an immediate scowl, being used to doing so in any other situation involving an argument that was interrupted. "I don't believe time is on our side." Her features soften, forming a solemn, almost sad look.
"Time?" Eltamar blinked, looking from Furto to Bulma, then back to Furto. "What is it that must be done in such haste? Something that requires our assistance I presume."
"Immediate assistance..The Earthling..Bulma..she-"
"I have Denj-sa. I'm dying at this very moment. So time is everything," Bulma blurted out suddenly, surprised at her rudeness. "Your help would be greatly appreciated, sir." Her eyes fell, from his face, slowly to the ground. "Please.."
"Denj-sa?" Eltamar gasped, darting his eyes up and down, looking her over. "B-but you're healthy milady. Exceptionally healthy."
"Woman." Bulma's head snapped up, a glare fixed in her eyes for Vegeta, who ignored the distasteful look. "Lift your shirt." She sighed heavily, making her annoyance apparent, but made no protest and lifted her shirt.
"H-h-how?" Was all the bewildered Prince could manage.
"Sir," Furto began, but stopped short, as if that was all he'd meant to say.
"You don't know how someone contracts Denj-sa?" Bulma inquired, confused by his confusion. Eltamar shook his head, telling her that he did know. "Then why ask?" His expression alone told her he didn't know why. "I..a..Do you know all there is to know about the disease?"
"..Yes.."
"Alright..I've experienced the cold form of the disease already, so you-"
"Oh Kami..th-th-that severe?" He didn't wait for a reply before he continued. "But you look so healthy."
"Would you get off that!" Vegeta demanded, clenching a fist and dropping it to his side. "Yes, she has the outward appearance of being healthy. But she is in fact fatally ill! So unless you wish death upon this woman, stop stuttering and let us into the palace!"
The two guards he'd approached the gates which took no time and had them open before Eltamar could blink. Vegeta, of course, lead the way to the palace. The guards fumbled behind him, trying to keep up with his small, yet quick strides. Bulma and Furto were several yards behind them, taking slow steady steps, looking back every few minutes to make sure Eltamar was following. By the time they reached their destination, the palace was in an uproar.
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"Woman," Vegeta growled, tapping a finger on one of his crossed arms in rhythm with the foot he was tapping on the carpeted floor. "I don't see why you have to take so much time to-"
"Well, your highness," she interjected, leaning closer to the door so she was sure he could hear her from his place in the hall. "I would have gladly gone as I was to meet the King and Queen, but SOMEONE made a big to- do about my appearance and how disrespectful it was."
"What!? You cannot tell me that on your miserable planet that when anyone, even a commoner like yourself, greets royals that they dress so provocatively!"
"Excuse me!?" she screamed, suddenly whipping the heavy wooden door open not caring about her lack of clothing. "A commoner!?" She pointed the hairbrush that was in her hand at his chest, poking him a few times. The clothing she did have on was all white and consisted of a corset, silk panties, knee-high stockings, and guarder belt. Her make-up was done, complementing all her best features perfectly. Her hair was down, and slightly tangled, for she'd been in the process of brushing it when she opened the door (The clothes were provided by the palace attendants). "I'll have you know, that on my planet, I am a very, very important person! Billions of people know my name! Who knows who you are!?"
"Entire solar systems fear the mere mention of my name!" he countered, equally as venomous as her.
"To them-" She paused, stepping forward, her face only an inch at most from his. "-you're dead." With that she slammed the door in his face, the sound echoing through the castle's long, narrow corridors.
"Vegeta, sir." Vegeta whipped his head around to find a slightly trembling Furto.
"Yes?" he replied with a smirk. Even if Bulma showed him no respect, he could always count on Furto to cower in fear.
"The King and Queen await you and your lady."
"Well tell them the WOMAN is running late, for no servants were present to aid her in dressing."
"As you wish.."
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"Sir," Bulma said, curtsying to the King, then turning to the Queen, said, "Milady." And repeated her curtsy.
"You've come to us in need of aid. Am I correct?" asked the King formally, though Bulma could tell he was the type that dreaded such get- togethers, like herself.
"Yes sir. I require any assistance you are willing to give to me." He smiled sweetly at her, motioning for her to come forward and up the steps to the throwns. He looked her over carefully, taking in all the perfect curves and wonderful, flawless skin.
"Ah, I can see why my Eltamar has taken quite a liking to you..Such a beauty. What planet do you rule over, Princess?"
"Princess?" Vegeta and Bulma gasped in unison, looking at one another, then back to the King.
"Sir," Bulma continued. "I'm sorry. But you were falsely advised. I am not of royal stature, nor do I have royal blood. And my planet had no absolute ruler..Planet Earth."
"What!?" the Queen suddenly shouted as she stood, the hundreds of folds of her dress moving, making it appear animated. "No royal blood!?"
"Yes, milady," she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Then why do you think we would even consider helping you!? Are you insane!?"
"What!?" Bulma yelled, her temper finally getting the better of her. "I may not be important in your eyes, but my life still matters! All lives matter!"
"You ARE insane! Common filth! You're not fit to wear such finery! And to speak to royalty in such a tone and manner! Its blaspheme! If it wasn't for Prince Vegeta, I'd have you put down in an instant!"
"Put down!? I'm no dog, MILADY!"
"Dog? No," the Queen almost laughed, then narrowed her eyes. "That's giving you too much credit!"
"I hope you can throw a punch as good as an insult!" she screamed, charging at the Queen. And she would have succeeded in landing a punch or two, if not for Eltamar, who had just arrived. "Let. Go. Of. Me!"
"Whoah, Bulma, my dear. Such rage," he cooed, brushing some hair from her neck as he whispered in her ear. "Now I know my mother has quite the temper as well. She gets under a lot of people's skin..But don't let her get to you."
"Eltamar!" Queen Ezador screeched, gripping the arms of the thrown rightly to hold herself back. "To say such things about your mother-"
"To say such things about my wife-"
"Your wife!?" they all yelled, starring at Eltamar, all shocked, aside from Ezador, who was glaring angrily at him.
"Future wife," he corrected coolly, running his right hand down Bulma's right arm ( He's behind her), then gave her shoulder tiny kisses.
"Whoah! Wait a minute!" Bulma yelled, pushing her newest admirer away and joining Vegeta on the floor (aka: not up on the alter with the throwns). "I can't marry you."
"And why not?"
"Because-"
"She's a common filthy whore!" Queen Ezador blurted out, glaring intensely at Bulma.
"Watch it! You unappreciative bitch!" she retorted, pointing a warning finger at her.
"Mother!" Eltamar yelled, turning towards her. "Would you, please, stay out of this!.." He then turned back to Bulma, smiling sweetly, as if his voice didn't just echo throughout the room. "..because?"
"B-Because.." she stuttered, suddenly forgetting what she'd meant to say before.
"Because the woman is with me, sir," Vegeta chimed in, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to him. Eltamar's face paled immediately, his jaw dropping open.
"I am?" she squeaked, giving Vegeta a strange look. He just rolled his eyes, tightening his grip around her waist. "I-I..I am," she said again, proudly, much to Vegeta's delight.
"Oh Kami," Eltamar moaned, grabbing his forehead. "Let my ears be telling me lies."
"Let your ears be telling you lies!?" the Queen snapped. "Let your brain not be permanently sick." She sighed deeply, turning to her husband, who was trying to avoid her gaze. "Please, dear, take them from my sight."
"Rekno, Basatam," the King said, addressing two of his guards. "Please, escort Lady Bulma and Prince Vegeta to their room."
"Your son as well," she added, waving her hand, then returning it to her forehead.
"And Eltamar."
"Father!"
"Son!" the King yelled, for the first time, startling Bulma, causing her to press closer to Vegeta's chest. "Its for the best."
"See how you like it when she sends you away!" he spat, turning sharply on his heal and stomping out of the room (Ahh, the love of a family :P).
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Vegeta sighed deeply, taking in a lung full of warm air. He'd been outside for hours now, seated in one of the palace's many courtyards, much like the ones in his old palace. He could hardly believe the events of earlier. How could she have argued with the Queen!? And threatened her!? Rekno and Basatam had informed him that the Queen would speak with him and Furto alone that evening. And that Bulma was not permitted to leave her room until advised so. She of course took it to heart, so Vegeta was forced to take action, knocking her out. She'd be out for a few more hours, and by the time she realized, their meeting would be nearly over.
"Excuse me, sir," came a feminine voice from behind him, startling him only because he'd ordered the guards to leave him be and he'd been in deep thought, not hearing anyone's steps on the soft alien grass. He would have definitely heard someone intrude upon him if he'd been paying attention.
"What?" he grunted, knowing it wasn't the Queen and thinking it was most likely a maid.
"Why I-Sir!" she snapped, stomping her foot, causing him to turn around and realize his mistake. "Look at me! Address me properly! State your name! And purpose!"
"M-Milady," he stuttered, knowing that being so rude to royalty was a grave error, he would surely demand the same respect. So, in keeping with his morals, he stood and bended briefly at the waist. "My most sincere apologies. I am Prince Vegeta, of Planet Vegeta. I come on business of my own." He then crossed his arms, letting a smirk slowly creep onto his face. "Now miss, may I receive the same respect?"
"I am Princess Jemalin," she replied sweetly, with an appropriate curtsey. "Of Planet Doon, of course." She looked at him a moment, taking in his face, his beautiful ebony eyes. "Are you the one who's got the palace in such an uproar?"
He nodded, his lip curling up just slightly further. "I am him."
"My brother informed me that we had guests, three alien beings. Who are the other two with you?"
"You're quite the gossip, milady," Vegeta chuckled, causing her to yelp in frustration. "My companions are my mate, an earthling, and her friend, a Fewsk."
"Their names?"
"Bulma is my mate. Furto is the Fewsk."
"Ahh, I know of him. He's a great man on his planet. The Princess, your mate, I have not heard her name before."
"She is not a Princess, milady," he corrected smugly. He loved getting shocked looks from the royals. They expected different from the son of King Vegeta.
"Not a Princess!?" she nearly squeaked, covering her mouth with her hand. "But sir, you are a prince. Only princesses may marry princes."
"Well, miss, I no longer have a kingdom. I live by my rules."
"So you love this woman?"
"I needed a son, milady," he answered heartlessly, without thought.
She smiled wickedly at him, raking her fingers through her shimmering lavender locks. "What's your business with my planet, Vegeta?" she asked after a considerable amount of silence.
"I seek a cure for Denj-sa. I was informed that it was on this planet."
"A-A cure?" she stuttered, looking away, suddenly becoming very interesting in the folds on her emerald dress.
"Yes, a cure."
"I..I'm sorry my lord," she sighed, sincerely feeling sorry for this man she'd only ever heard of and never seen until now.
"Why?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
"The Elpin (The plant)..it.its..it has not grown in over six months (Three of their months equals one Earth month, so its eighteen months on Earth)."
"What!? What!? Why was I not informed of this sooner!? What's wrong with the damn plant!? Why won't it grow!? Where does it grow!?" he screamed, clenching his fists angrily. He did not come all this way for the cure to Bulma's disease to be gone.
"Sir, sir. Please..calm yourself," she urged, reaching out and grabbing his arms. Big mistake.
"Milady," he hissed through clenched teeth. "It would be in your best interest to remove your hands from me at once!"
"My best interest!?" she spat, backing up a few steps. "I'd be more concerned about your interests!"
"Oh? Why's that Princess?" he sneered, tilting his head to the side.
"You may be of the same stature as me, but this is my kingdom you're in .Your father respected as much."
"I am not my father! Do not compare me to him!" he boomed in a strained voice, grabbing her by the upper arm, tears of anger beginning to well up in his eyes.
"Sir! Unhand me!"
"Princess," came Basatam's voice from the gate outside the courtyard. "Is everything alright?"
"Tell him it is," Vegeta growled, clenching his teeth and bringing her so close that their noses where touching. She glared at him in anger, focusing on his eyes as she unwillingly did was he demanded.
"It is," she said sweetly, still eyeing the foreign Prince. She was not going to let him get away with this. She was the crowned Princess of Doon, and no one, not even the Prince of Vegeta, a Saiyan, would denounce her place in such a way. He would pay dearly for his disrespect to her.
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---Chapter 11! Oh yeah! There we go! Its done! Its finally done! Well..this chapter anyway. So gimmie lots of reviews so I can continue on with the story! :D Please..I just hate it when I have to update and haven't gotten any reviews, so depressing.:P
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Last time:
"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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"Eltamar," Vegeta said sternly as he took a few steps towards him, though he could have sworn he meant to be respectful, addressing another prince and all. So, feeling the greeting was too casual and somewhat inappropriate, quickly added, "Prince of Doon."
"Oh, wow," he nearly gasped, suddenly finding himself starring at this new face, for something struck him as oddly familiar. He definitely reminded him of someone he knew or had seen before. Quickly though, before anyone -aside from Vegeta- could notice the prince's brief state of bewilderment, he'd recovered with a simple smile. "And who might you be, sir?" Eltamar was no fool, he knew by this mysterious man's poise and posture that he was of high enough raking to be addressed with the respect that always accompanies 'sir'.
"Prince Vegeta of, the now non-existent, Planet Vegeta," he replied proudly, lifting his head just a little higher than before.
"P-Planet Vegeta?" This time, no matter how he'd tried, he could not mask his astonishment from the entire group. That was what had been familiar. It was so obvious now, he looked almost exactly like his father, a man Eltamar had known and admired greatly. "The planet of the Saiyans?"
Vegeta nodded, his smile slowly forming a more placid expression on his features.
For a long while Eltamar just stood, one arm at his side, the other grasping a bar of the gate, starring forward. He simply couldn't comprehend Vegeta's presence, why he'd come their, and with a Fewsk and an Earthling no less. Granted the Earthling was quite possibly the most beautiful female he's ever seen or imagined. He could definitely see why she was worthy in his presence. Or was there something else bonding them together? She was obviously not a fighter, nor in his harem, if he even had one.
"No, my lord," Vegeta suddenly cut in, causing Eltamar to blink at the broken silence. "If you knew my father half as well as you claim to, to be able to admire him so, then you'd know he, nor any other Saiyan, has no use for such a degrading and useless thing." He paused, taking a few more steps towards the gates, now almost able to touch them if he reached his arm out. "A harem?..Please, sir, no more insults." (The only reason Vegeta can read his mind is because of the Doon atmosphere, it does something to the brains of the Doonso, causing their minds to be completely open to those who could read minds. Fewsks have learned to combat this and therefore can close their minds, and Bulma's mind is naturally shut off to Vegeta's, as with other Earthlings who don't believe or know about mind reading. Does that makes sense? Well, I hope so. I had this part written and then I realized that if Vegeta could read Eltamar's thoughts than he could read anyone's but I didn't want that but I also didn't want to take this part out so I decided to explain this. I hope it's not confusing. It has nothing really to do with the story, I just liked it).
Before Eltamar had a chance to respond, Bulma's voice come booming in everyone's ears. "Hey! Wait a minute!" She was now to her feet, facing Vegeta, hands on her hips. He smirked menacingly at this, remembering how many times he'd seen and made her do that, knowing what she coming next. A brawl, verbally of course. "What was all that about!? Your father!? I thought you said you'd never been here!"
"Pipe down woman! Unless this rampage wasn't in search of an explanation." Her lips immediately snapped shut, her eyes narrowing slightly, just enough for him to notice. "Much better," he almost sighed, reaching out and lightly tapping her left cheek. She flinched the instant his warm rough fingers made contact with her smooth, equally warm, skin. But before she could react anymore, his arm returned to its folded position with the other one. "Are you involved in all of your father's affairs?"
"No, of course not." The amount of attitude in her voice suggested the degree of anger she was feeling. Stress, she would blame it on later. "Why would I - how COULD I be?" she retorted, though quickly shrunk back in realization as to what he was getting at. "Oh."
"Funny," he coughed, raising an eyebrow at her. "You were wrong."
"Don't ponder on it, your highness," she hissed, regaining her composure. "It won't happen again."
Prince Eltamar looked on, shocked at the amount of hatred the two were emanating between one another. He had originally thought they were mates, for what other reason would the Saiyan no Ouji have for a woman who was not a warrior? His eyes soon fell on Furto, who was having trouble hiding his uneasiness. Their eyes eventually locked, silently telling the Doonso that they acted this was regularly. So, with a few exaggerated gestures of his eyebrows, he told Furto to end the dispute.
"Umm, excuse me," Furto coughed, stepping forward to be in Bulma's view. She gave him an immediate scowl, being used to doing so in any other situation involving an argument that was interrupted. "I don't believe time is on our side." Her features soften, forming a solemn, almost sad look.
"Time?" Eltamar blinked, looking from Furto to Bulma, then back to Furto. "What is it that must be done in such haste? Something that requires our assistance I presume."
"Immediate assistance..The Earthling..Bulma..she-"
"I have Denj-sa. I'm dying at this very moment. So time is everything," Bulma blurted out suddenly, surprised at her rudeness. "Your help would be greatly appreciated, sir." Her eyes fell, from his face, slowly to the ground. "Please.."
"Denj-sa?" Eltamar gasped, darting his eyes up and down, looking her over. "B-but you're healthy milady. Exceptionally healthy."
"Woman." Bulma's head snapped up, a glare fixed in her eyes for Vegeta, who ignored the distasteful look. "Lift your shirt." She sighed heavily, making her annoyance apparent, but made no protest and lifted her shirt.
"H-h-how?" Was all the bewildered Prince could manage.
"Sir," Furto began, but stopped short, as if that was all he'd meant to say.
"You don't know how someone contracts Denj-sa?" Bulma inquired, confused by his confusion. Eltamar shook his head, telling her that he did know. "Then why ask?" His expression alone told her he didn't know why. "I..a..Do you know all there is to know about the disease?"
"..Yes.."
"Alright..I've experienced the cold form of the disease already, so you-"
"Oh Kami..th-th-that severe?" He didn't wait for a reply before he continued. "But you look so healthy."
"Would you get off that!" Vegeta demanded, clenching a fist and dropping it to his side. "Yes, she has the outward appearance of being healthy. But she is in fact fatally ill! So unless you wish death upon this woman, stop stuttering and let us into the palace!"
The two guards he'd approached the gates which took no time and had them open before Eltamar could blink. Vegeta, of course, lead the way to the palace. The guards fumbled behind him, trying to keep up with his small, yet quick strides. Bulma and Furto were several yards behind them, taking slow steady steps, looking back every few minutes to make sure Eltamar was following. By the time they reached their destination, the palace was in an uproar.
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"Woman," Vegeta growled, tapping a finger on one of his crossed arms in rhythm with the foot he was tapping on the carpeted floor. "I don't see why you have to take so much time to-"
"Well, your highness," she interjected, leaning closer to the door so she was sure he could hear her from his place in the hall. "I would have gladly gone as I was to meet the King and Queen, but SOMEONE made a big to- do about my appearance and how disrespectful it was."
"What!? You cannot tell me that on your miserable planet that when anyone, even a commoner like yourself, greets royals that they dress so provocatively!"
"Excuse me!?" she screamed, suddenly whipping the heavy wooden door open not caring about her lack of clothing. "A commoner!?" She pointed the hairbrush that was in her hand at his chest, poking him a few times. The clothing she did have on was all white and consisted of a corset, silk panties, knee-high stockings, and guarder belt. Her make-up was done, complementing all her best features perfectly. Her hair was down, and slightly tangled, for she'd been in the process of brushing it when she opened the door (The clothes were provided by the palace attendants). "I'll have you know, that on my planet, I am a very, very important person! Billions of people know my name! Who knows who you are!?"
"Entire solar systems fear the mere mention of my name!" he countered, equally as venomous as her.
"To them-" She paused, stepping forward, her face only an inch at most from his. "-you're dead." With that she slammed the door in his face, the sound echoing through the castle's long, narrow corridors.
"Vegeta, sir." Vegeta whipped his head around to find a slightly trembling Furto.
"Yes?" he replied with a smirk. Even if Bulma showed him no respect, he could always count on Furto to cower in fear.
"The King and Queen await you and your lady."
"Well tell them the WOMAN is running late, for no servants were present to aid her in dressing."
"As you wish.."
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"Sir," Bulma said, curtsying to the King, then turning to the Queen, said, "Milady." And repeated her curtsy.
"You've come to us in need of aid. Am I correct?" asked the King formally, though Bulma could tell he was the type that dreaded such get- togethers, like herself.
"Yes sir. I require any assistance you are willing to give to me." He smiled sweetly at her, motioning for her to come forward and up the steps to the throwns. He looked her over carefully, taking in all the perfect curves and wonderful, flawless skin.
"Ah, I can see why my Eltamar has taken quite a liking to you..Such a beauty. What planet do you rule over, Princess?"
"Princess?" Vegeta and Bulma gasped in unison, looking at one another, then back to the King.
"Sir," Bulma continued. "I'm sorry. But you were falsely advised. I am not of royal stature, nor do I have royal blood. And my planet had no absolute ruler..Planet Earth."
"What!?" the Queen suddenly shouted as she stood, the hundreds of folds of her dress moving, making it appear animated. "No royal blood!?"
"Yes, milady," she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Then why do you think we would even consider helping you!? Are you insane!?"
"What!?" Bulma yelled, her temper finally getting the better of her. "I may not be important in your eyes, but my life still matters! All lives matter!"
"You ARE insane! Common filth! You're not fit to wear such finery! And to speak to royalty in such a tone and manner! Its blaspheme! If it wasn't for Prince Vegeta, I'd have you put down in an instant!"
"Put down!? I'm no dog, MILADY!"
"Dog? No," the Queen almost laughed, then narrowed her eyes. "That's giving you too much credit!"
"I hope you can throw a punch as good as an insult!" she screamed, charging at the Queen. And she would have succeeded in landing a punch or two, if not for Eltamar, who had just arrived. "Let. Go. Of. Me!"
"Whoah, Bulma, my dear. Such rage," he cooed, brushing some hair from her neck as he whispered in her ear. "Now I know my mother has quite the temper as well. She gets under a lot of people's skin..But don't let her get to you."
"Eltamar!" Queen Ezador screeched, gripping the arms of the thrown rightly to hold herself back. "To say such things about your mother-"
"To say such things about my wife-"
"Your wife!?" they all yelled, starring at Eltamar, all shocked, aside from Ezador, who was glaring angrily at him.
"Future wife," he corrected coolly, running his right hand down Bulma's right arm ( He's behind her), then gave her shoulder tiny kisses.
"Whoah! Wait a minute!" Bulma yelled, pushing her newest admirer away and joining Vegeta on the floor (aka: not up on the alter with the throwns). "I can't marry you."
"And why not?"
"Because-"
"She's a common filthy whore!" Queen Ezador blurted out, glaring intensely at Bulma.
"Watch it! You unappreciative bitch!" she retorted, pointing a warning finger at her.
"Mother!" Eltamar yelled, turning towards her. "Would you, please, stay out of this!.." He then turned back to Bulma, smiling sweetly, as if his voice didn't just echo throughout the room. "..because?"
"B-Because.." she stuttered, suddenly forgetting what she'd meant to say before.
"Because the woman is with me, sir," Vegeta chimed in, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to him. Eltamar's face paled immediately, his jaw dropping open.
"I am?" she squeaked, giving Vegeta a strange look. He just rolled his eyes, tightening his grip around her waist. "I-I..I am," she said again, proudly, much to Vegeta's delight.
"Oh Kami," Eltamar moaned, grabbing his forehead. "Let my ears be telling me lies."
"Let your ears be telling you lies!?" the Queen snapped. "Let your brain not be permanently sick." She sighed deeply, turning to her husband, who was trying to avoid her gaze. "Please, dear, take them from my sight."
"Rekno, Basatam," the King said, addressing two of his guards. "Please, escort Lady Bulma and Prince Vegeta to their room."
"Your son as well," she added, waving her hand, then returning it to her forehead.
"And Eltamar."
"Father!"
"Son!" the King yelled, for the first time, startling Bulma, causing her to press closer to Vegeta's chest. "Its for the best."
"See how you like it when she sends you away!" he spat, turning sharply on his heal and stomping out of the room (Ahh, the love of a family :P).
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Vegeta sighed deeply, taking in a lung full of warm air. He'd been outside for hours now, seated in one of the palace's many courtyards, much like the ones in his old palace. He could hardly believe the events of earlier. How could she have argued with the Queen!? And threatened her!? Rekno and Basatam had informed him that the Queen would speak with him and Furto alone that evening. And that Bulma was not permitted to leave her room until advised so. She of course took it to heart, so Vegeta was forced to take action, knocking her out. She'd be out for a few more hours, and by the time she realized, their meeting would be nearly over.
"Excuse me, sir," came a feminine voice from behind him, startling him only because he'd ordered the guards to leave him be and he'd been in deep thought, not hearing anyone's steps on the soft alien grass. He would have definitely heard someone intrude upon him if he'd been paying attention.
"What?" he grunted, knowing it wasn't the Queen and thinking it was most likely a maid.
"Why I-Sir!" she snapped, stomping her foot, causing him to turn around and realize his mistake. "Look at me! Address me properly! State your name! And purpose!"
"M-Milady," he stuttered, knowing that being so rude to royalty was a grave error, he would surely demand the same respect. So, in keeping with his morals, he stood and bended briefly at the waist. "My most sincere apologies. I am Prince Vegeta, of Planet Vegeta. I come on business of my own." He then crossed his arms, letting a smirk slowly creep onto his face. "Now miss, may I receive the same respect?"
"I am Princess Jemalin," she replied sweetly, with an appropriate curtsey. "Of Planet Doon, of course." She looked at him a moment, taking in his face, his beautiful ebony eyes. "Are you the one who's got the palace in such an uproar?"
He nodded, his lip curling up just slightly further. "I am him."
"My brother informed me that we had guests, three alien beings. Who are the other two with you?"
"You're quite the gossip, milady," Vegeta chuckled, causing her to yelp in frustration. "My companions are my mate, an earthling, and her friend, a Fewsk."
"Their names?"
"Bulma is my mate. Furto is the Fewsk."
"Ahh, I know of him. He's a great man on his planet. The Princess, your mate, I have not heard her name before."
"She is not a Princess, milady," he corrected smugly. He loved getting shocked looks from the royals. They expected different from the son of King Vegeta.
"Not a Princess!?" she nearly squeaked, covering her mouth with her hand. "But sir, you are a prince. Only princesses may marry princes."
"Well, miss, I no longer have a kingdom. I live by my rules."
"So you love this woman?"
"I needed a son, milady," he answered heartlessly, without thought.
She smiled wickedly at him, raking her fingers through her shimmering lavender locks. "What's your business with my planet, Vegeta?" she asked after a considerable amount of silence.
"I seek a cure for Denj-sa. I was informed that it was on this planet."
"A-A cure?" she stuttered, looking away, suddenly becoming very interesting in the folds on her emerald dress.
"Yes, a cure."
"I..I'm sorry my lord," she sighed, sincerely feeling sorry for this man she'd only ever heard of and never seen until now.
"Why?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
"The Elpin (The plant)..it.its..it has not grown in over six months (Three of their months equals one Earth month, so its eighteen months on Earth)."
"What!? What!? Why was I not informed of this sooner!? What's wrong with the damn plant!? Why won't it grow!? Where does it grow!?" he screamed, clenching his fists angrily. He did not come all this way for the cure to Bulma's disease to be gone.
"Sir, sir. Please..calm yourself," she urged, reaching out and grabbing his arms. Big mistake.
"Milady," he hissed through clenched teeth. "It would be in your best interest to remove your hands from me at once!"
"My best interest!?" she spat, backing up a few steps. "I'd be more concerned about your interests!"
"Oh? Why's that Princess?" he sneered, tilting his head to the side.
"You may be of the same stature as me, but this is my kingdom you're in .Your father respected as much."
"I am not my father! Do not compare me to him!" he boomed in a strained voice, grabbing her by the upper arm, tears of anger beginning to well up in his eyes.
"Sir! Unhand me!"
"Princess," came Basatam's voice from the gate outside the courtyard. "Is everything alright?"
"Tell him it is," Vegeta growled, clenching his teeth and bringing her so close that their noses where touching. She glared at him in anger, focusing on his eyes as she unwillingly did was he demanded.
"It is," she said sweetly, still eyeing the foreign Prince. She was not going to let him get away with this. She was the crowned Princess of Doon, and no one, not even the Prince of Vegeta, a Saiyan, would denounce her place in such a way. He would pay dearly for his disrespect to her.
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