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Assassins, How We Got Here Chapter 13; Sorrow
"So, tell me lovely. What is your opinion on the beliefs of this rebellion?" a beautiful young man asked his wife Bulma.
"I do believe that none of them see what is really going on actually darling. I believe they fear something bad happening, that we do not mean what we speak," Bulma replied. She didn't even understand her self, but Albert must have.
"How do you think we should deal with them darling?" the young man asked.
"I believe we should bring them here, show them our plans, let them see for their very eyes what we will be doing to improve everyone's way of living. They fear the capsules we have been developing for some reason, let them see their true use, and what they can't be used for. I'm sure they would be satisfied with that," the beautiful woman rambled.
"Indeed," the young couple sat in silence for a moment, pondering their conclusions. "Dearest. I do believe we have had enough of this talk for one day. Come, let's take a warm bath," the beautiful man with golden hair said. Standing up, he offered his hand to her, "Shall we?"
"Indeed lover, indeed," she said with a smile. Suddenly, a large figure burst into the room. He had long silver hair and a very long sword. He glided over to the couple and plunged his blade into the young man with golden hair's heart, then proceeded to laugh like a maniac.
"ALLLLLBEEERRTT!" the young Bulma screamed, and then she …
…Woke up…
"ALLLLLBEEERRTT!" she screamed again. Suddenly the door flew open and a young giant ran it, looking around for intruders. He didn't appear to have a shirt.
"Bulma, what's wrong!" he snarled. His elegant way of speaking was gone, as it usually was in times of crises. Bulma quit screaming once she got a good look at the man in front of her. She noticed he didn't have long silver hair and he wasn't wearing a shirt, so se relaxed. He ran over to her and took the crying figure into his arms.
"Are you okay love?" he asked sincerely.
"W-Who are you?" she asked, even more tears coming to her eyes.
"It's me, Vegeta," he said with a smile full of pity.
"Oh. Vegeta…" Bulma fell into his arms, giving her self to his comfort. Bulma wrapped her arms around his stomach and laid her head on his chest. She didn't fight the tears that were coming freely, she didn't resist anymore. Since she got here she had been fighting her emotions, now she just surrendered to the man that was holding her, truly happy for the first time in a very long time.
XXX VEGETA'S POV XXX
I jumped out of bed when I had heard the first scream. It was filled with anguish and pain beyond any I have ever heard. And I've been an ASSASSAIN for a long time. This scream was filled with true horror, true pain, true torment, true anguish, you could imagine my shock when I discovered that the screamer was Bulma.
She always seemed so calm, so nice, so…pure. Well, as pure as someone could get after destroying thousands of men coming to conquer her home planet…Perhaps there was something that I have overlooked. Albert, that's what she screamed. That must have been her husband's name. The prince's name.
After I checked the room to see if anyone was there, I pulled the screaming girl into my arms. She felt so good in my arms, so pleasant, so….wait, I shouldn't be thinking like that….not NOW. After awhile she quit screaming and rested her head on my chest, it felt so good, so soothing, her hair felt like silk. It started to…uh oh, that's not good. Not now, not now, not now….DOWN! DOWN!
"Are you okay love?" I asked, a little fear in my voice…This should NOT be happening only by her putting her head on my chest…
"W-Who are you?" she asked me, she was still crying.
"It's me, Vegeta," I answered with a weak smile. The dream must have affected her….
"Oh. Vegeta…" she said, and stopped resisting my embrace. She kept crying, for a long time… just held and rocked her, until she finally settled down and went back to sleep.
Many people came in after I arrived, I just told them that I have it under control and to go back to bed. The commander came in at one point. He wanted to know who the hell was screaming bloody murder in here and why was I in here. I just told him to hush and I'll explain in the morning. He then noticed the crying figure in my arms and nodded, posting guards outside the door to ward others off.
XXX Normal POV XXX
Bulma was quite surprised when she awoke in Vegeta's arms. She went rigid when she felt the arms around her, even more so when she saw who it was. :::Did I get drunks last night?::: was her only thought, until the nightmare she had came flooding back, bringing on a fresh wave of tears.
The wetness on his skin woke Vegeta immediately, he had no clue where he was at first, he was quite astounded to find the belle Bulma (as he had taken to calling her…in his mind and with his friends at least…) in his arms! Quite the shocker. He started to move, when the memories from last night's episode came flooding back, sobering him quite effectively. He began to rock her, whispering that everything was fine over and over again in her ear. It seemed to work. After she had calmed down, he laid her gently on the bed and went to the door. Sure enough the two guards were still there, one asleep, and the other wide awake.
"Jerry," he called to the guard softly, so as not to stun him.
"Yes?" Jerry replied.
"Will you tell the next maid you see to bring some breakfast down here. I need to have a talk with the little one to see what is wrong. I do not think that the little one will feel like going to the mess hall today for breakfast, or lunch for that matter…" Vegeta told the older assassin.
"Alright Vegeta. I'll do it. But I'm only doing it for the little one, not you," Jerry replied with a smile. Vegeta returned it and turned to wake the other guard, whom he sent back to his quarters.
Though Bulma had only been there, almost every person there knew her name. She was phenomenal. She passed her simulations and written tests and physicals faster than even Vegeta! Some rumored she was stronger than the giant man. Others refused to believe it, because she was so small. I suppose they would fine out soon. The annual Assassins Strong (wo)Man contest was to be held in a week, then they'd see who was stronger.
"Alright Bulma. First you're going to eat, then you're going to tell me what is wrong with you," Vegeta said with a scowl on his face.
"You said I didn't have too," Bulma whispered.
"Things have changed little one," there was no kindness in his voice, "if this is going to hurt you so, I will not allow it to continue."
"Why do you even care Vegeta?" Bulma whispered, turning her face to look at him.
"Why? Why?" Vegeta sighed. "To tell you the truth, rumor has it that you are going to be my next partner. Whereas I do not believe I have to worry about you becoming a traitor, I will have to worry about suicide. I have lost three partners to various reasons, the last being the worst on my pride, please, I do not let people in often, but I made you a promise, the day you tell me what happened, is the day I tell you. Please Bulma, do not make me ask again," Vegeta said, still no kindness in his voice.
"If you tell me first, then I will speak of my horrors," Bulma said, turning. Vegeta sighed.
"An ancient law of Vegetasei states that the strongest male of the king's sons becomes the king in his fathers place. It is required there to have at least two male children…Well there was once case, King Vegeta the sixtieth, he had sixteen daughters and not a single boy, so he chose the strongest male of the lords and adopted him…but that is besides the point…Anyway. The first born of each generation is almost always the strongest of the children, therefore the kings spend most of their time and effort on the first born male. I happened to be the second born child.
"My brother was by no means weak, but he could not rival my power. Try as he might, he was never good enough. My father was a cruel man. He made us spar, every morning, whether one of us was sick or not, for ten years. Had I lost a single one of those matches I would have been hung there and then in front of the crowd. My father despised me. My mother could not love me for some unknown reason. Some say it is because I looked exactly like my father. I'll never know.
"One day Sephiroth and I, Sephiroth is his name, mine was originally Leon but being the designated heir I was Vegeta, we decided to leave planet Vegeta. We both hated the place, and we both hated the treatment we received from our parents. I hated that I was not loved or cared for. He hated the numerous beatings he got from not being good enough…
"Sephiroth was a book worm, through and through. You couldn't pull him away from them. If he wasn't reading, then he was training. He hated training, but he had no other choice because of father.
"We left in a ship, expecting to be captured immediately, but we were not. We traveled for many days on the rations we had aboard the ship, I told him I wanted to be an assassin, he wanted to be one also, but we did not desire to go to the same place. I came here, he went to The Gray Death Legion," Bulma gasped at that detail. "Yes, you guessed right little one, my niece is the one that murdered Albert in cold blood, for no reason. I do not remember much about him, only that he was tall and had silver hair….
As soon as I arrived, I began to call out for an assassin, any assassin. Eventually someone came and grabbed me just to shut me up. I started my work here, and haven't left since. There, that is my story," Vegeta left a lot out, she didn't need to know details.
"What happened to them? To your parents I mean…" Bulma asked.
"Minutes after I was brought in here, to the base, I was told my home planet was blown up by a figure named Freeza. Later on I was forced to work for him, but killed him after the job was done," Vegeta replied smoothly.
"Oh…" was Bulma's reply.
"Alright, I told my past, which I have never done before. Now you tell yours," Vegeta said with a raised eyebrow.
"It started…well, with my birth. I grew up with three sisters. I had always thought them mean and hateful, which they were for a time, but we worked through it. I was a genius. I'm not exaggerating either. I started sixth grade when I was three, most kids are ten or eleven when they start sixth grade." Vegeta raised his eyebrows at this.
"My sisters gave our family a bad name. You see, at the age of five, each became our father's own personal whore." Vegeta didn't seem to react externally, but internally he was yelling and screaming about how wrong it was, and she had only begun her story… "They did every thing in their power to rebel against him, including prostituting themselves out to any and all guys, right under his nose. They loved being rebellious, who can blame them? I was three and had two years to go, two years of being normal. On my third week of school, an older kid trapped me in a corner and tried to take advantage of me. I was saved by a mysteriously familiar eleven year old with golden hair. It was the royal Prince Albert. We became good friends.
"We met other friends, all of us genius' except one, who was a Giganto, not very intelligent…But he was still in the "Special" class, just so we could help him. Time went by quickly, on my fourth birthday Albert confessed his love for me, and Kongol, the Giganto, gave me a phoenix named Phoenix. I later told Albert that the feelings were neutral. We dated, I feel in love, he was already in love, we trained with Rose to be strong because we had nothing better to do. My fifth birthday approached.
"The day of my birthday I spent training with Rose, Albert, and Lavitz, after it was finished, I told Albert I was going to come home with him that night. You see, my metamorphous powers didn't kick in until I turned five, which is why our father waited until then. I confronted Albert and told him I didn't want that bastard of a father to take what is not rightfully his. The one thing that belonged to the man I was to marry. I knew I loved Albert, he loved me, his parents adored me, so I offered myself to him. He refused at first, saying my body couldn't handle it, then I turned into a fifteen year old me, and I halted any other protests from him using my body and his lust against him. I was not ruined, for that I am glad. The next day, as we were going down to breakfast, we overheard his parents, the king a queen, discussing our wedding, we wanted to know what she meant, she said they had found us this morning, and weren't going to let us get away with it. I was to be married to Prince Albert at the age of five. And so I was," Bulma's hurt filled tone became harsh and foreboding.
"We were told about the Dragoons and the prophecy;
When the moon becomes no more in the dark midnight sky, on all hallows eve. A woman of young age will give birth to a child of strength.
The birth of the child will be the death of the mother and hatred would invade the father's heart.
She would know her father's wrath at the young age of five. A decade of suffering and pain will accompany her hand in hand. But her purity would remain intact and be gifted to her one true love.
Befriending the new age Dragoons would bring victory to Earth and defeat to great evil.
As soon as I went home my father put me under house arrest and didn't let me leave his bedroom for three days. After that I married Albert and fell into a normal routine of waking up at three in the morning, making breakfast and leaving for training. At six, I went home to serve my father breakfast in bed, unfortunately being forced to participate in unpleasant activities. At nine, I left again for training, returning at eleven to make his lunch and then going through the same unpleasant activities as the ones at breakfast. I left at one for training, and came home at seven, after doing the ritual that made I stomach turn for the last time of the day, I went back to training until eleven. Then I spent time with my husband for about five minutes before passing out. You see, after I got married, he refused to touch any of my other sisters, the thought of having the fair Princess Bulma in his bed was appealing to him. Not that he wasn't against the marriage, but there was nothing he could do about that. Albert and my friends knew of what he did to me, but at my request they said nothing.
"When I turned twelve and started my period, I had to start getting abortions monthly. On my fifteenth birthday I finally got my revenge on him. It turned out that he was also the father of a friend of mine and a past lover of another. Rose had him raped by a diseased man, I beat up on him for a while, everyone else got their turn, the we publicly beheaded him. That night was the second night in my entire life that I was able to make love to my husband. Luckily, I was not pregnant at the time, actually just became fertile…The next day was the "final battle" as we called it, we fought Albert, Meru, and Haschel died. I woke up three months later in the infirmary, was told that one of the assassins is now on our side, that I'm pregnant, and that Meru was gone. I spent the next six months locked up in my room, food was left by my door, and when I was sure no one was around, I opened the door, grabbed it, and slammed the door shut again. I don't remember if there were any visitors, not really… I birthed a son, Albert Jr. the queen named him, and got the hell out of dodge. I spent the next three months on a ship, and my wounds continued to heal. I thought I was completely healed when I got here…I suppose not then. Anyway, that's my story," and that's all she wrote…said…(lol).
"Oh." Vegeta pulled her in a tight embrace and they sat like that for three hours, until their stomachs couldn't handle the rejection any longer.
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A/n well!?!!?!?!?!?!?!!?!? I think it was long :::beams proudly:::
A/n 2 If you are looking for the lemons, or deleted scenes, go to my profile and open the homepage link. It should say to the left side which chapter and what story…though I only have them in this story so far. You know, if you've ever GONE to it, would you tell me? I really want to know if it's worth the effort to keep revising it….lol, read THOSE lemons and tell me I'm a bad writer
mT96- Isn't he cute? Lol, Brilliant? Really? YOU ARE SO SWEET! And a little flattering :::smiles:::
Lenk- S'okay gurl! Thanks for yur review!
Zicke- I know, I was just pulling yur leg Zicke :::smiles mischievously:::
Any one wanna hear a poem? It's kinda dark and dank and foreboding. I wrote it while waitng for my step-mom to get done online. If you want I'll put it in as Bulma writing it :::Smiles:::
