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SUMMARY: Anyla hooks up with Zarbon (who eagerly makes room for his latest bed fellow). Vegeta's officers inform him that in order to quell uneasiness amongst the Saiyan race, he would need to find a mate. Vegeta (not to the surprise of his father) chooses Bulma and 'asks' her if she'll accept the business proposition. Bulma (after a hot and heavy moment with her fiancée) vows that she will make the arrogant King of Saiyans fall in love with her, and when he does, she'll be sure to crush him with the knowledge.
WARNING!!!! There is sex in this chapter. Forewarned, forearmed, and etc. You don't have to read it to understand the fic and trust me, it'll be extremely easy to tell when it's coming up. Just skip down to the next set of asterisks and you will have retained your purity.
Disclaimer: Whoever told you that I own DBZ and its characters is the same person who lied and told you that Santa Clause is not real.
LEARNING TO LOVE: Chapter Eight
** ** **Planet Freeze; port 787C** ** **
(Days later)
"Zarbon…"
He turned upon hearing his name and then smiled once he saw who it was. "Ah, Anyla. I was wondering where you were." He took her bag from her and gestured for her to follow him. "You'll be staying with me in my rooms…unless you changed your mind?"
The Saiyan shook her head, giving him a seductive smile. "No, I haven't."
* Thank goodness* he thought in relief. He needed a woman…badly. "Right through here then," he said lightly, showing her inside of his spacious quarters.
Anyla obediently did as he said, a smile on her face as she surveyed her new place of surroundings. "Very nice," she said aloud for the green-haired man's benefit.
He shrugged, his face a cool mask of indifference. "I have no complaints," he commented lazily in his sexy accent.
She laughed then, excited at this new change in her life. Zarbon and herself were so alike; how did she miss that before? "Perhaps you'd like me to show you my gratitude," she purred taking off her shirt and batting her lashes at him.
Zarbon felt that old familiar stirring deep in his groin area and his voice grew husky with passion as he eyed her naked body. "Put these on," he told her in a raspy voice, tossing something metallic in her direction.
The exiled Saiyan caught it reflexively and her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked down in her hands. "Handcuffs?"
** ** **Room #96** ** **
(Later)
Chichi clutched the toilet, panting, her arms shaking from exertion. This was the worst feeling in the world…but at the same time she was happy. She was pregnant: about 5 weeks if she calculated correctly. Whether this news would be welcomed by her new Saiyan family (i.e. Bardock, Radditz, and her husband) was the real cause for concern.
She sat back on the tiles of the floor, her back against the wall taking deep soothing breaths. Yet, something told her that the news would delight her mate, Kakkarot. No, her uncomfortable feelings circled mainly around the Saiyan race as a whole. Would her child be doomed to a life of mocking and jeering by 'full blooded' Saiyans? She wanted to doubt it, but she couldn't dismiss her fears.
The brunette female slowly got up, absently wiping a few stray tears from her eyes. * Think about something else, Chichi. Don't dwell on that. Chances are they won't even care. Think about something to do with now: present day concerns*. Her eyes narrowed. "Bulma."
She was concerned about her friend. How could she not be? Over the short span of time they'd spent on Vegetaseii, Bulma had changed and not necessarily for the better. She'd become more impulsive and daring, not to mention her outlook on life had changed: most importantly, her view on love. Chichi rinsed out her mouth and gave herself a solemn once over in the mirror. She didn't look as worried as she felt…that was definitely a good thing.
But still, she couldn't help but wonder about her long-time friend. She wasn't blind; she had witnessed several times the chemistry between the arrogant Saiyan ruler and her highly spirited friend. Chichi shuddered slightly. She'd even sensed it on a certain level; it was almost tangible. The atmosphere between the two of them was so…intense. The earth woman turned off the bathroom light and sat down on the couch to relax for a moment. She didn't envy those strong feelings between them; she much preferred the loving chemistry between herself and Kakkarot.
The real question was…what would possibly come of this union of effervescent individuals?
** ** **ZARBON'S QUARTERS ** ** ** **
(Days Later)
Zarbon out of the door, his arms crossed and a smile on his usually expressionless face. * It's nice having a live-in bitch to attend to your every need * he thought smugly.
Anyla watched him leave, a sickly smile on her face as she rubbed her arms. It was so cold in there. She winced as got an eyeful of the bruises on her body. She liked wild sex as much as any Saiyan woman but her new lover was considerably more forceful than she was used to.
The Saiyan tried to stand on her wobbly legs, praying they would support her, but ended up hitting the floor with a small grunt of pain.
This was hell for Anyla. *And to think I left Vegetaseii for this *she thought, her too pale skin filling with heat as she grew angry. But she never made the mistake of wondering why she was here. No, she was much too smart for that. Even as she lay stoically handcuffed to the bed with a grunting and heaving pervert straddling her, she kept an image in her mind: her purpose. To destroy Vegeta for what he'd done to her.
For as long as her body held hold out, she would allow it to be used by Zarbon until she was ready to use him. After all, he had Freeza's ear. It would only take a whisper, a casually made comment to put the thought of regicide into the Ice-Jin's mind. * Perhaps I should tell him that Vegeta's power is steadily increasing and that he plans to take over the Freeze empire* she thought to herself, a twisted smile on her face. That would do it. That would be just the kind of thing to get the timer going. And once time was out, she would still be around to say her final fuck you's to her former fiancée.
** ** **Classroom** ** **
(A week later)
"Who the hell is this guy? I thought he was just a substitute!"
Egplnta nodded in accordance to what one of the other students had just said. "Yeah, what's the deal buddy? Where are Miss Bulma and Mrs. Chichi?"
"Yeah!" the rest of the class echoed.
The substitute smiled a bit nervously. He was still trying to get used to Saiyans. After all, earth elementary school students couldn't blast you straight into the afterlife whenever they wanted to. "Your teachers have both been relieved of their positions."
Maize raised his brows languidly, leaning forward in his seat in interest. "What'd they do?"
Marvin Miller laughed nervously as he felt 25 pairs of eyes on him. "Well, I can only tell you that Mrs. Chichi is on maternity leave…that is she's--"
"Holy shit! She's knocked up!" one of the kids exclaimed.
A few of the girls smiled at the information, glad that their teacher and her mate Kakkarot would be having their first child so soon. It was considered to be a good sign.
Mr. Miller tried to hide his mortification by pressing on. "And Miss Bulma is preparing to be joined…"
"To who? To who?" the students asked, their young faces full of excitement.
Their new teacher smiled in spite of himself. "To the King."
Silence…and then
"I knew it!"
"Oh that lucky!"
"That's no fair, I wanted to marry the King!"
Mr. Miller held up his hands hiding his surprise as he realized the students actually quieted in response to this gesture. He cleared his throat, a pleasant expression on his face. "She left a personalized letter for each of you and…the best thing is she left the exams that you guys are scheduled to take today."
The class collectively groaned. They should have known better than to hope she would have called it off due to her absence. Their teacher was sometimes a little too astute for her own good.
** ** **The throne Room** ** **
(The next day)
"Preparations?" Vegeta repeated, a distasteful lilt to his voice.
Lettuco cleared his throat. "For your ceremony sire." He grinned at the disgusted expression on his monarch's face. "Perhaps you'd like to leave it to your father sire. He seems to do well with these kind of things and I believe I'll even go so far to say that he enjoys them."
Vegeta nodded impatiently. "That'll be fine. Just as long as I don't have to worry about that shit."
"Yes sire." His coordinator bowed and took his leave.
Kakkarot raised his brows from his position at the King's side. "You wish to have no input whatsoever sire?"
"None!"
The younger Saiyan remained silent for a moment, weighing the chances that he'd be blasted on the spot for what he was going to say and finally deciding to go for it. "Perhaps your fiancée should be involved…?"
The King glared at him and spoke from between clenched teeth. "Kakkarot, the ceremony matters little to me and it shouldn't mean shit to her either. It is a BUSINESS ARRANGEMENT. What part of that are you having difficulty understanding?"
His guard shrugged. "I was just suggesting--"
"Don't you have a brat to be worrying about Kakkarot?" Vegeta interrupted.
Kakkarot grinned upon the mention of his favorite subject. "Yes sire. But he's not due until…" he trailed off. "How long do humans carry children?"
Vegeta was beginning to see red but he managed to ask his question in a deceptively calm manner. "Do I look like a human Kakkarot?"
The Saiyan guard didn't trust himself to speak; he merely shook his head in response to the question.
"Then how the fuck would I know?" the ruler said in a bitterly sarcastic tone.
Kakkarot said nothing for a long while, hoping the King would take that time to cool off. After about half an hour passed he opened his mouth to speak.
"What now?" the still irate Saiyan grumbled, a sour look on his handsome face.
The Guard grinned sheepishly. "I was just wondering—how did you get her to agree to the idea? I know she couldn't have just dropped her values for someone, she uh, well…dislikes."
The King's dour look quickly cleared, becoming an expression of neutrality. His eyes gleamed with amusement for a moment as he thought back to the female's response to his proposition. "When presented with the pros of the situation—just as I told you she would—she agreed to go into this joining based on business only."
"So," Kakkarot kept his tone light just to insure the King wouldn't become angry with him. "Did you tell her the cons?"
Vegeta scowled, clenching his fists in irritation. "Why bother? It's not like they really matter. I'm sure she'll figure them out on her own."
His subject shifted his weight a bit nervously. "Did you tell her about bonding?"
At this, the King's eyes burned into Kakkarot's. "Why should I?" he said fiercely. "There's no danger of it happening in this joining."
"Of course not. But, well, others before you have said that sire and in the throes of passion have done so."
Vegeta scoffed at the idea. "I have more self-control than that. I would never allow that to happen."
Kakkarot looked away. "I hope you're right sire," he said aloud. * I hope you're wrong on this one, sire. Something tells me it would be better if you did bond. *
** ** ** Bulma's Quarters ** ** **
(The next day)
Things were moving fast: not that she was unhappy with the way things were going. But she couldn't help but feel as though she might be missing out on something in the speedy passage of recent events.
Bulma sighed and held her arms above her head so that the dressmaker could measure her bust.
"Yes, just last measure," the woman promised as she jotted some notes down on paper. She gave the human female a gap-toothed grin. "Will be a very pretty dress, yes?"
"I'm sure it will be," Bulma intoned, her mind a thousand miles away. In a month it would be official. She would be the Queen of Vegetaseii. A Queen for Kami's sake! Something she'd dreamed about since she was a little girl. Overlooking the lack of love in this joining, she could imagine nothing at this point that could possibly make her regret accepting Vegeta's business proposal.
* Unless…* she thought, not noticing as the dressmaker said her goodbyes and collected her materials. * Unless you fell in love with him, Bulma. That would just screw up everything. * She stepped off of the stool as she finally realized that Tatiana (the dressmaker) was gone, and she stretched out on the living room couch, stretching in a cat-like manner. *But I will not allow that to happen, * she promised herself, yawning.
A knock sounded on the door and she was on her feet in a second. "Come in!" the female called, fixing her hastily made ponytail.
A servant scuttled in and bowed before handing her an envelope and leaving just as quickly as he had come.
Bulma quirked an eyebrow as she looked down at the ivory envelope: it had a particular smell about it…a scent she would identify as being decidedly masculine. "Vegeta," she breathed before she even turned it over to see the royal seal. Her heart beat just a little faster as she pulled a folded piece of paper from the envelope and opened it with her fingers shaking ever so slightly.
There will be a notable ceremony tonight in which our joining will be announced. Wear black and dress accordingly. Be ready by 1900 hours.
His name was signed at the bottom and that was it. No salutation, no ending not really much of anything except for orders…Bulma scowled down at the King's letter. "Asshole," she said aloud, throwing the letter to the floor. Typical Vegeta. She couldn't really get mad at him for being himself.
She actually felt sorry for him, because tonight she was going to begin her seduction of the Saiyan ruler; he wasn't going to be able to resist her.
** ** **The Grand Hall** ** **
(That same night: 2000 hours)
Vegeta nodded absently as he received yet another round of congratulations from the ceremony guests. His mind wasn't on all of the toasts he was receiving no; his thoughts at the moment were all pertaining to the female at his side. When he'd gone to her room an hour earlier to pick her up, he hadn't expected her to greet him looking so…spectacular. He hadn't been able to speak upon seeing her he'd barely been able to function from then on. The King silently thanked his lucky stars that he was sitting at a table in the dark right then or else it would be obvious to all those present just how excited his fiancée had him.
For her part, Bulma was oblivious to the Saiyan's discomfort. She frowned in disappointment as she noted the blank expression on his face. He was actually bored! *And to make things worse, he clearly disapproves of what I'm wearing * she thought darkly to herself. She'd chosen that night to wear her hair down in aquamarine ringlets about her face. After a great deal of deliberation, she'd chosen to go in all leather. So she wore a black (leather) tube top, black (leather) mini-skirt, and black calf-high (leather) boots.
*What a waste of my time * Bulma thought to herself as she recalled how long it had taken for her to get the damned tube top zipped up.
The human female raised her brows as she felt her fiancée nudge her.
"We're leaving," he said gruffly, not even meeting her gaze.
"Already?" she said, merely for the sake of argument.
He merely scowled and dragged her behind him.
Bulma smiled and waved to Lord Vegeta who was grinning in her direction just before the doors to the Grand Hall closed behind her.
Vegeta released her and started walking away.
"Wait!" Bulma called after him, annoyed by his abrupt departure. "Why did we have to leave so soon? It sounds as though the celebrating has just begun," she finished, raising her brows as she heard raucous laughter from inside the Grand Hall.
The King looked away from her, a scowl still on his face. "It's tradition," he said simply.
*Am I really that adverse to him? * "Having second thoughts?" the human female said softly, her blue eyes slightly teary.
"About what?" he said, his tone scornful.
"Us: me and you. You've changed your mind about getting joined with me…not that I blame you. I mean, why the hell would you want to--"
Vegeta approached her slowly: the look in his eyes making Bulma cut herself off. He cupped her cheeks in his gloved hands, a strange expression on his face as though he was fighting a part of himself to get the words out. "No…I'm not having second thoughts. I'm…" he trailed off, searching Bulma's eyes for something.
Bulma quivered slightly at the emotion she could read behind his words and in his voice. "You're what?" she asked him, unconsciously leaning into his caresses.
He pulled her body to his in response and Bulma's eyes
widened in realization as she felt the
Saiyan's hardened member against her. "Oh," she said, blushing slightly. "I-I
didn't know."
The King ran his fingers through her hair, a sardonic look on his face. "I think you did," he stated in a matter of fact way, as he pressed her back to the cold, metallic wall. "I think you purposely dressed in such a way just so you could get a repeat of the last time."
Bulma could feel her body responding to his nearness and she shook her head trying to remember what she had sworn to herself earlier…something about a bet? "No, that's not true," she said, her voice breathy as the King easily unzipped the scrap of leather that served as her tube top. His fiancée held her breath in anticipation of his touch, her skin tingling as she felt his eyes on her body.
Vegeta chuckled softly as he eased the garment off of her body and onto the floor.
And then Bulma woke up.
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END OF CHAPTER EIGHT!
Oh, I know that was a horrible thing to do, but I couldn't resist! It's me being really evil and hoping to incite you all to review my other fics (pretty please with sugar on top!!). And (in case you haven't noticed) I've re-uploaded MIND GAMES, which thanks to the new FF.Net rule, is going to be 'lemon free' (darn LOL). Review, review, review and then I promise a very kind, long, cliffhanger free Chapter Nine!
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Thanks for reading y'all! Don't' forget to review! It's good for your Karma. Or so they say. And because I'm starting to feel guilty about that totally evil ending, I'm going to leave you with a couple of my favorite quotes:
* The red nose might get you through fog on Santa's sleigh, but the brown nose will get you everywhere.
* Folks...she has reached rock bottom and shows signs of starting to dig.
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