Secret Desires
Chapter 2
Dear Diary,
I still cannot believe the Queen is dying. My father along with many of the best medical healers on the planet have been tending to her around the clock. I fear what will happen to the planet if she in fact dies. She has always showed the most kindness to everyone regardless of rank. She even permitted me to befriend her son the Prince against the King's wishes. How I will miss her kind nature. My father said that the pregnancy could be terminated and therefore save her life if only the King would agree. He said that no one would know that Saiyan law was broken by such an act. But, the arrogant King refused to break the law. I still do not understand how a man who insists he truly loves his wife could sacrifice her life just to uphold some ridiculous law? My mind drifts to that of the handsome Prince, how truly torn he must be. I know how much his mother means to him. I only wish I could reach out to him and help consol him during this trying time. Of course I realize how utterly stupid that thought is, for I am sure he would find my advances not only out of line but repulsive as well.
I remember when we were first brought to this planet, well at least I remember waking up on this planet. I tend to mix my own memories with those my father has instilled in me. For, I remember nothing of my home world, but bits and pieces. I do remember my lovely mothers face and her tender disposition, but I don't remember what happened to her and father refuses to speak of her. I am only told that she was killed with the others on our planet, but I have never been told exactly who or what killed her and everyone else.
I will never forget when I first noticed the dashing Prince. I was only thirteen at the time, but even at that tender age I knew my feelings were strong. He is by far the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. I do believe that my father wished I would come back from school with a suitor. I think that was one reason he sent me away. Of course he adamantly states time and time again that it was simply so I could become well educated in the cultures of this planet. I must admit that I did learn quite a lot about political matters as well as the laws and customs of the Saiyan people. But, like my father I also have a vast knowledge of medicine and the physical healing process of the body. It is something that was taught to me at an early age. Oh, I must stop writing now as I hear someone knocking on my door.
Bulma quickly closed her diary and hid it under her bed as her father opened her door.
"Bulma, as strange as I find this, the Queen has asked to see you. So quickly tidy yourself and we will be on our way."
Bulma quickly combed her hair and pinned her long tresses up. Then she straightened her dress and ran to meet her father in the hallway.
"Father, I'm ready" she called as she entered the hall.
She was startled to see her father conversing with the Prince. When he focused his eyes on her she quickly averted her eyes, as she felt the all too familiar tingling in her stomach.
Her father quickly moved to her side and took her arm to escort her to the Queen's chambers, as the Prince led the way.
The short walk to the Queen's chambers was done in silence and Bulma couldn't help but think what grave news could await her.
They quickly arrived at the Queen's chambers and were directed to her bedside.
"I have retrieved the doctor and his daughter as you have asked, mother." Vegeta stated as he moved to stand in a dark corner of the room.
The Queen was very pale and Bulma stifled a gasp as her eyes met the face of the lovely Queen.
"Ah Bulma, my dear child please come closer so I may look upon you." The Queen smiled.
"My you have definitely grown into a lovely young lady." Observed the Queen.
Bulma blushed as she kneeled down. "Thank you your highness" a very nervous Bulma whispered.
"My dear I assume your father has not informed you of why I have called you here?"
"No, your highness"
"Well, I will not waste any time then. I am very ill as I am sure you know and there are a few things I need to voice before the blanket of death covers me."
"Oh no, your highness, you should not speak that way, I am sure we ….." Bulma was interrupted by the raised hand of the Queen.
"My dear you are still the naïve little girl you have always been, but I am well aware that my time is ending and I am happy to make the journey to the afterlife."
Bulma began to weep as she heard the lovely Queen speak so bravely about her situation.
"Do not cry my child, I will not have any of it."
Bulma quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, in an almost childlike gesture.
"Now then, on to business, shall we" the Queen spoke.
"I have discussed this with both my husband and son and although they do not share in my opinion, I have insisted that they agree."
Bulma was unconsciously leaning forward in anticipation of the Queen's next words.
"I have always thought of you as the daughter I was never able to have. It is for that reason I am asking you this. I want you to assist my son in finding a proper mate"
"Mother", interrupted an angry Prince Vegeta, "I cannot believe the audacity of this. How can you expect a foreigner to help in the decision of the future Queen of this planet. This is preposterous and I will not agree to it."
"Oh yes you will" the King bellowed as he finally made his appearance known.
Prince Vegeta ground his teeth together as he stood shaking with anger in the corner.
"I do not understand why you ask such a thing of me, your highness." Whispered Bulma
"Because my child I know that you hold a special fondness for my son."
At this Bulma visibly paled, as her eyes grew large. But, the Queen only chuckled.
"I ask this of you Bulma because I know you will not only look for a strong female but a wise one at that, and because I know that you will make sure my son mates for love."
"Bah! Rubbish!" Prince Vegeta snorted.
"I am warning you boy, don't start." The King stepped forward "Although I don't quite understand it myself, I must adhere to your mothers wishes."
"Must I remind you it is your fault why we are having this discussion in the first place." Prince Vegeta reminded.
"My fault!" the King bellowed "You are nearly the age of thirty and still have not taken a mate. And this is my fault?"
"Don't try to lay the blame on me old man. You are the one that put my mother in this condition in the first place. If it hadn't been for your damn loss of control…"
"Stop it! Both of you!" The Queen yelled "This is exactly why you both need a females help. Listen to yourselves, you are father and son, why can you not act like it."
At that Prince Vegeta made a disgusted wave of his hand and left the room.
"You must relax yourself, my Queen." Bulma's father said as he moved to help her lie back against her pillow.
"Bulma will do whatever you ask of her. Of that I can assure you." Bulma's father stated as he looked over his shoulder at his very nervous daughter.
"Very well, I will trust you Doctor." The Queen responded and then she focused her eyes on Bulma. "My dear when my time comes you will become a member of the council and will in a sense be the Prince's royal advisor.
"I am very honored, my Queen." Bulma stated while bowing.
I cannot believe what is becoming of my life. First my mother becomes ill and now I am told that I must spend hours upon hours, days upon days in the company of the human girl. This is utterly ridiculous! I should not have to put up with such nonsense. I wonder if my mother is blind, how could she of all people not know what this would do to me. I thought she knew me better than anyone else.
My mind drifts back to my first encounter with the feisty girl. It was when she was first brought to this planet. She was a tender age of thirteen, I believe. I remember how enchanting her beauty was for such a young girl. She seemed to follow me around the castle grounds and although I told her at the time she was a complete nuisance, I actually found her to be quite charming. Maybe it is because she is unspoiled. She knows nothing of war and destruction. She is a vibrant soul. Now, don't get me wrong I am not now nor have I ever been a pedophile. I only enjoyed her company as a man would of a younger sibling. But, that of course changed about two years ago. That was when I saw the woman behind the child.
I must suppress a chuckle as I clearly remember the day she turned sixteen. I surprised her by returning from a business trip early. I then took her flying across the sky. I remember the moon being high in the sky that night as we flew to a secluded island, where I gave her a special gift. I remember her frightened expression as I purposely flew close to the ground on several occasions as we made our way to the island. When we landed, I had her sit on the ground and showed her what I have never showed anyone before. I had learned the little trick when I was a youth but had never dared to light the sky again after I had been caught by my father. Apparently my little spectacle caused the military to believe Vegeta-sei was under attack. However, this time I was much more discreet. The trick I learned was to direct an energy attack towards the moon, while shooting small colored energy beams in its light. The girl told me that she had witnessed something like it before and was quite astonished that she would have her own "firework display" as she called it, for her birthday.
That was the night I had given her the necklace. I remember that night too well. For as soon as I returned to my chambers I found my father waiting. It was then that he informed me that I was spending too much time with a little girl and that it was disgraceful for any member of royalty to spend time with a foreigner. It was at that moment I realized my weakness and the very next day presented her father with enough funds for his daughter to attend a special school on the other side of the planet. I realize now that all I did was save myself the pain of seeing her and knowing that I could never touch her. I know if she ever found out that it was I who sent her away, she would truly hate me, for it is obvious she had missed her father and her friends.
But, now she has returned, more beautiful than ever and now I must once again suppress the urges I have. I really don't think my life could become anymore complicated.
Dear Diary,
I don't quite know where to begin but a lot has happened since my last entry. I was just informed that I will be Prince Vegeta's personal advisor and although the thought of seeing him everyday makes my heart skip a beat, I cannot continue living in the fantasy world that I have created for myself. My first task is to help him find a suitable mate. How it pains me just to think of it. How am I going to handle this when I feel so strongly for him? Of course I am not naïve enough to believe that even if I were able to pursue those feelings that he would actually return them. For I know that he would most likely laugh at me. I am well aware that he thinks of me as a child and nothing more. But, I do recall the night of my sixteenth birthday when he took me for a flight across the sky and then made me a beautiful firework display with his own energy techniques. And, then of course the necklace that he bestowed upon me. It is by far my most treasure possession. It was a golden locket with a picture of my mother in it. I still wonder how he got that picture, for my father knows nothing about the necklace. I couldn't tell him when I returned, for he was furious with me. He began to lecture me on the dangers of associating myself with the Prince and he again reminded me that the Prince would never look upon me as I looked upon him. So, I hid the necklace, for I am sure if my father knew he would not allow me to keep it.
I must admit it is interesting that my father didn't protest my new job. But, perhaps he thought this would be the way to prove to me how utterly stupid my fantasies of the Prince have been. After all, I will be helping him find a mate. Well, at that depressing thought I should turn in, for I know tomorrow will be a very busy day for me.
Vegeta quickly awoke from an incessant pounding at his door.
"Your Highness, please wake up. It is the Queen you must hurry!"
Vegeta quickly dressed and ran from his room to the Queen's chambers, nearly knocking down his personal guard in the process.
As Vegeta burst though the door his eyes meant a heart retching site. Before him kneeling down grasping his mother's shoulders was his father weeping. Vegeta was stunned for he had never witnessed his father weep before.
"Son, I am afraid your mother is gone." The King spoke slowly never taking his eyes away from his wife's lifeless body.
Vegeta only stood looking at the lifeless body of his mother while he slowly digested the scene before him.
Slowly Vegeta composed himself and walked closer to his mother's bed. She lay cold and still. Yet, she was still beautiful even in death. He suddenly became engulfed in rage as he slowly turned to his father and grabbed him by the shirt.
"How dare you! Why did you not terminate the pregnancy? She would still be alive if it wasn't for your cowardly actions. Look what you have done. You do not deserve to live for this. Your actions took away the only thing that has ever meant anything to me. YOU BASTARD!!!"
It was Kakkarott, the Prince's personal guard, who pried the raging Prince from his father and quickly pulled him out of the room.
"Think about what you are doing Vegeta?" Kakkarott was the only guard who could speak to Vegeta in such a way, probably because together they had seen much violence from war over the years.
"Let go of me Kakkarott! That is my mother and she could have been saved. You know this as well as I. Now unhand me you fool!"
"Vegeta, calm down and listen to me. You must control your temper. The council members will be paying close attention to you. If they even suspect you suggested to break a Saiyan law they will remove your title and force your father to appoint your cousin as his successor instead of you. And, we all know the devastation he would cause."
"Very well Kakkarott, I will listen to reason now, but mark my words my father will pay."