Till We Meet Again
By: HopePoe26
Ch. 8
Time: The Past. Two days after the mating ritual between Vegeta and Kakarott went on. Place: Vegeta-sei.
His young bride was wary of him. He knew that ever since they had left Megan's house in favor of the Palace where he had been born and had separated from Radditz, Sakura and Brolli, she had been very quiet. They had to share a horse. His white stallion was the one he chose over a black mare for her. He wanted her to be safe and sound. Yet she didn't seem to be comfortable around him. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't seem to get her to understand that he wasn't going to hurt her. He suddenly regretted taking out his anger on her.
As they neared the castle, he was a bit apprehensive. His father had gotten the Palace back at the expense of a thousand soldiers. It was a gruesome battle, but as he had not been there for real... he was not that worried about ghosts. But what he was worried about had something to do with the young woman in front of him.
Toma stared from the window in the gravity – training facility. He knew it had been about this time that the prince of saiyans should choose to come back to the palace. The King was a bit flighty and albeit a little too much boisterous at times... but all in all he was a good King. Sigh. He had been following his fearless leader too long it seemed because suddenly he was beginning to get used to his tantrums and leering looks directed at him.
He turned to see Liz looking back at him intently. She was the usual whore that the King took with him everywhere... except his house. Everyone knew of her and what she did, but no one ever mentioned anything that might've sounded insulting because even though she was a slave.. she could pack a mean punch.
"What?" – he asked annoyed.
"Prince Vegeta has arrived." – her voice monotonous as she walked across the wide space between the door and the large windows.
"I noticed. Am I supposed to make an appearance?" – she nodded. He turned to find his towel and as he brushed it on his face to clear the sweat, he found her looking at him.
"You know what would happen should the King find us together in bed." – he stated firmly wishing for once that he wouldn't have to be so 'charming' to her. He hated all whores alike.
"Oh come on Toma! You know that is not true. The King would gladly share me with you.. as long as you let him touch you too." – he moved his arm out of her grasp and took his armor on the way out of the training facility before saying...
"Get over it Liz. You know the only one you'll ever have for the rest of your life is the King, so leave me alone." – with that he turned heel and walked away leaving a fuming whore in his wake.
By the time he had gotten cleaned up and dressed in his fitting armor stating he was elite, it was time for dinner with the Royal Family. He was surprised when as he reached the door he heard the Saiyan Prince laughing hard. But, it wasn't the King's stare that he found himself looking at. Rather he locked eyes with the beautiful woman sitting next to the Prince. He felt his pulse race and he wondered slightly who was she.
"Commander Toma! How nice of you to join us?" – said the King and in his tone of voice Toma found a warning in disguise. That to which made him wonder even more if the female was available or not.
His answer was given just as soon as he nodded silently.
"I don't believe you've met my son's mate, have you?" – that made him break the gaze with the beautiful 'bride' sitting next to the prince.
How could he have missed that small point? He had almost made a fool of himself in front of a – what was that sweet smell? – in front of the Prince.
"How do you do? I am Commander Toma, nice to meet you." – he drawled out bringing in his charming qualities to the surface. He was surprised when the young lady just scowled back at him.
"Kakarott is just a bit tired Commander. I think it'd be best if we left for bed now." – Vegeta was about to stand up when Kakarott herself said in an animated voice to the King.
"But I wanted to know how you got the palace back my King... if isn't too much trouble that is." – her request left both the Commander and the Prince confounded.
The King went on jovially to explain it all.
-
It was midnight before Toma burst into his room. His mind was so heavy that he couldn't wait to touch the bed and fall asleep quickly. He was surprised when once his head hit the pillow, sleep didn't come easy. He was lusting! He had decided to call it for what it really was... lusting over a woman he had no business to do so. He had seen the mark on her neck... but unless he was mistaken.. she hadn't marked the Prince yet.
This could pose a lot of trouble for him. She wasn't interested in him that much was obvious, but then she didn't seem to like the prince that much either. So why had they bonded? Surely, there would be no bond if she didn't care for him. Right?
-
Kakarott sat in bed waiting for the prince to step into the bedroom. In truth, she hadn't wanted to go to bed just yet. She frowned at herself feeling a bit annoyed at how she had turned into a coward. Her father would have fainted if she saw how cowardly she was behaving and all this for a man.
But it wasn't any man. It was the Prince of Vegeta-sei and he was so much more experienced than her in the art of making love. Her face flushed. She knew for a fact that she was supposed to 'warm' his bed every night. Oh, but the pain! Too distracted with her thoughts was she that she failed to notice that Vegeta had already stepped into the room.
He knew why she was wary of him. It had been that obvious when she had gushed out that she wanted to escape with any means possible the night ahead of them. It didn't matter that she was tired or that she was listening to battle stories coming from an old man... even if he were her king.
She just wanted to spare herself the pain at any cost. How could he change her mind about it? Then by the time they had retired into the bedroom... he thought of one thing that might make her react towards him. And that was to treat her as if she were nothing to him. The most he ignored her the more she'd want him. He just sat down on the bed and then promptly went to sleep.
He heard her gasp as she took notice of him. That made his groin hard, but knowing this wouldn't work if he talked to her.. he said a brief goodnight and left her to her own devices.
-
Vegeta strode into the study where his father had been waiting for him for the past twenty minutes. He noticed the weird look that he received as being unusually early.
He scowled. "What is it father?"
"You should be sleeping in with your beautiful young bride. I thought I wouldn't see you until later on." – he smirked while his son continued to scowl at him.
"It isn't any of your business. Now... what's going on with the troops?" – the King sighed. He'd been hoping to bait his son into a verbal fight. However, he had underestimated his son ability to side-step it. Now it was time for work. Sigh. He really didn't wanted to do so yet.
-
Toma was surprised to see the Saiyan princess Kakarott training in the Training facility room. It was weird thinking of her as the now Saiyan princess. He'd only met her yesterday but now she was his princess. That had sounded way funny. He wanted her now in his arms even knowing she could never be his.
He made a move to leave when she said...
"Don't bother. I knew you were there a long time ago." – she stopped her movements and turned to look at him.
"Well then... what do you suppose I should do Princess?" – he had meant it to be a teasing remark but when her noncommittal answer turned into a snarl, he didn't know what to say.
"Don't call me that. My name is Kakarott and just because Vegeta is my husband that doesn't mean you can get fresh with me." – in a lower voice she said: "Are all men like Brolli? Is that all you want from me, sex?" – she sounded miffed. And before he could stop her, she then turned away and left the room in favor of solace.
Her words pierced his heart harder than any spear or blow might've had. He made his decision quick as he ran after her. He didn't want her angry at him. He couldn't bear it.
"I'm sorry. I didn't wish to make you uncomfortable. If I may say so, you are beautiful and that's why all of the men around the prince might want to bed you... but I am different. If it'd be okay, we could be friends." – Kakarott turned to look at him with a mixture of confusion and distrust evident in her eyes.
"If you are trying any funny business Sir Toma..."
He laughed. "Toma. If I'm going to be improper by calling you Kakarott, the least you could do is call me by my name." – she let a small smile shine through and Toma thought: ''I'll wait for you Kakarott... until you are free to be mine.''
Ch. 8
Time: The Past. Two days after the mating ritual between Vegeta and Kakarott went on. Place: Vegeta-sei.
His young bride was wary of him. He knew that ever since they had left Megan's house in favor of the Palace where he had been born and had separated from Radditz, Sakura and Brolli, she had been very quiet. They had to share a horse. His white stallion was the one he chose over a black mare for her. He wanted her to be safe and sound. Yet she didn't seem to be comfortable around him. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't seem to get her to understand that he wasn't going to hurt her. He suddenly regretted taking out his anger on her.
As they neared the castle, he was a bit apprehensive. His father had gotten the Palace back at the expense of a thousand soldiers. It was a gruesome battle, but as he had not been there for real... he was not that worried about ghosts. But what he was worried about had something to do with the young woman in front of him.
Toma stared from the window in the gravity – training facility. He knew it had been about this time that the prince of saiyans should choose to come back to the palace. The King was a bit flighty and albeit a little too much boisterous at times... but all in all he was a good King. Sigh. He had been following his fearless leader too long it seemed because suddenly he was beginning to get used to his tantrums and leering looks directed at him.
He turned to see Liz looking back at him intently. She was the usual whore that the King took with him everywhere... except his house. Everyone knew of her and what she did, but no one ever mentioned anything that might've sounded insulting because even though she was a slave.. she could pack a mean punch.
"What?" – he asked annoyed.
"Prince Vegeta has arrived." – her voice monotonous as she walked across the wide space between the door and the large windows.
"I noticed. Am I supposed to make an appearance?" – she nodded. He turned to find his towel and as he brushed it on his face to clear the sweat, he found her looking at him.
"You know what would happen should the King find us together in bed." – he stated firmly wishing for once that he wouldn't have to be so 'charming' to her. He hated all whores alike.
"Oh come on Toma! You know that is not true. The King would gladly share me with you.. as long as you let him touch you too." – he moved his arm out of her grasp and took his armor on the way out of the training facility before saying...
"Get over it Liz. You know the only one you'll ever have for the rest of your life is the King, so leave me alone." – with that he turned heel and walked away leaving a fuming whore in his wake.
By the time he had gotten cleaned up and dressed in his fitting armor stating he was elite, it was time for dinner with the Royal Family. He was surprised when as he reached the door he heard the Saiyan Prince laughing hard. But, it wasn't the King's stare that he found himself looking at. Rather he locked eyes with the beautiful woman sitting next to the Prince. He felt his pulse race and he wondered slightly who was she.
"Commander Toma! How nice of you to join us?" – said the King and in his tone of voice Toma found a warning in disguise. That to which made him wonder even more if the female was available or not.
His answer was given just as soon as he nodded silently.
"I don't believe you've met my son's mate, have you?" – that made him break the gaze with the beautiful 'bride' sitting next to the prince.
How could he have missed that small point? He had almost made a fool of himself in front of a – what was that sweet smell? – in front of the Prince.
"How do you do? I am Commander Toma, nice to meet you." – he drawled out bringing in his charming qualities to the surface. He was surprised when the young lady just scowled back at him.
"Kakarott is just a bit tired Commander. I think it'd be best if we left for bed now." – Vegeta was about to stand up when Kakarott herself said in an animated voice to the King.
"But I wanted to know how you got the palace back my King... if isn't too much trouble that is." – her request left both the Commander and the Prince confounded.
The King went on jovially to explain it all.
-
It was midnight before Toma burst into his room. His mind was so heavy that he couldn't wait to touch the bed and fall asleep quickly. He was surprised when once his head hit the pillow, sleep didn't come easy. He was lusting! He had decided to call it for what it really was... lusting over a woman he had no business to do so. He had seen the mark on her neck... but unless he was mistaken.. she hadn't marked the Prince yet.
This could pose a lot of trouble for him. She wasn't interested in him that much was obvious, but then she didn't seem to like the prince that much either. So why had they bonded? Surely, there would be no bond if she didn't care for him. Right?
-
Kakarott sat in bed waiting for the prince to step into the bedroom. In truth, she hadn't wanted to go to bed just yet. She frowned at herself feeling a bit annoyed at how she had turned into a coward. Her father would have fainted if she saw how cowardly she was behaving and all this for a man.
But it wasn't any man. It was the Prince of Vegeta-sei and he was so much more experienced than her in the art of making love. Her face flushed. She knew for a fact that she was supposed to 'warm' his bed every night. Oh, but the pain! Too distracted with her thoughts was she that she failed to notice that Vegeta had already stepped into the room.
He knew why she was wary of him. It had been that obvious when she had gushed out that she wanted to escape with any means possible the night ahead of them. It didn't matter that she was tired or that she was listening to battle stories coming from an old man... even if he were her king.
She just wanted to spare herself the pain at any cost. How could he change her mind about it? Then by the time they had retired into the bedroom... he thought of one thing that might make her react towards him. And that was to treat her as if she were nothing to him. The most he ignored her the more she'd want him. He just sat down on the bed and then promptly went to sleep.
He heard her gasp as she took notice of him. That made his groin hard, but knowing this wouldn't work if he talked to her.. he said a brief goodnight and left her to her own devices.
-
Vegeta strode into the study where his father had been waiting for him for the past twenty minutes. He noticed the weird look that he received as being unusually early.
He scowled. "What is it father?"
"You should be sleeping in with your beautiful young bride. I thought I wouldn't see you until later on." – he smirked while his son continued to scowl at him.
"It isn't any of your business. Now... what's going on with the troops?" – the King sighed. He'd been hoping to bait his son into a verbal fight. However, he had underestimated his son ability to side-step it. Now it was time for work. Sigh. He really didn't wanted to do so yet.
-
Toma was surprised to see the Saiyan princess Kakarott training in the Training facility room. It was weird thinking of her as the now Saiyan princess. He'd only met her yesterday but now she was his princess. That had sounded way funny. He wanted her now in his arms even knowing she could never be his.
He made a move to leave when she said...
"Don't bother. I knew you were there a long time ago." – she stopped her movements and turned to look at him.
"Well then... what do you suppose I should do Princess?" – he had meant it to be a teasing remark but when her noncommittal answer turned into a snarl, he didn't know what to say.
"Don't call me that. My name is Kakarott and just because Vegeta is my husband that doesn't mean you can get fresh with me." – in a lower voice she said: "Are all men like Brolli? Is that all you want from me, sex?" – she sounded miffed. And before he could stop her, she then turned away and left the room in favor of solace.
Her words pierced his heart harder than any spear or blow might've had. He made his decision quick as he ran after her. He didn't want her angry at him. He couldn't bear it.
"I'm sorry. I didn't wish to make you uncomfortable. If I may say so, you are beautiful and that's why all of the men around the prince might want to bed you... but I am different. If it'd be okay, we could be friends." – Kakarott turned to look at him with a mixture of confusion and distrust evident in her eyes.
"If you are trying any funny business Sir Toma..."
He laughed. "Toma. If I'm going to be improper by calling you Kakarott, the least you could do is call me by my name." – she let a small smile shine through and Toma thought: ''I'll wait for you Kakarott... until you are free to be mine.''