A Soldiers Girl
Chapter 6:
Keep me Close
She was motionless in his strong arms; as if she were lifeless. Intently he watched her chest rising and falling, and the faint sweetness of the rhythmic beat of her fainted heart strumming. He placed her full body in the cradle much like a mother would hold an infant on earth. Yes he held her tenderly as if he was much too afraid he'd break her, or the spell that had weaved her to sleep in a magical slumber of peace would crumble under the softest of a whisper. His stride was long and slender, with a lean prideful strut for not a faultier was there to his arrogant stance still well into play.
Many of the guests of his house, and servants glanced at the women upon the threshold of one of the strongest men in the known universe. Questioned glanced lay under the dieing crowed who stopped there daily chores. Distracted by the women's unnamed beauty, for her race was but a myth to these people. Never before had anyone had such a resemblance to a Saiyan yet so different all at the same time. Her hair, the azure hues and the long lavender-blue locks captured many gazes. The king need only to glance with anger at anyone who questioned the female, anyone who dare to whisper who she was within the presents of his stature.
His looks were meant to kill; you could see the anger that lay hidden under the raven gaze of there Lord. You could feel the immense heat that slid slyly off his ki, which flickered around in his lavished anguish. He had fury that matched the anger of a vengeful person. An anger so ruptured up in trepidation of emotions. He could only watch her, as he slid within the security of his chambered room. He felt her shift, but all he need to do was stroke the tender flesh of her forehead, and draw up the long slender bladed hair of her bangs into his grasp. It as when he watched her brows relax no more where the tense with confusion and lost. She would find comfort in her sleep, or so he'd hopped.
He placed her down, upon the silks and riches of his bed; the material was exotic, like a mixture of earth's softest feathers, yet the depth and comfort of water bended into a complex fixture of a bed. She sunk into its warmth, as he had tossed the comforter over her body. It was when he felt the pain of realization hit him again, did it make him weak. He crumbled over atop of her holding her tightly as he hugged her from the edge. She was like an angle in the depths of darkness. Her sent filled that of his own, and it drowned him in forgotten memories. No one would ever see there King so weak, had he known that an earth women was capable of carrying a Saiyan child, so many things would have changed. So many plans would have been altered, if he had known. Who would have thought that the weakness genetic impute of an earthling could house a child who maintained a strong sturdy ki, the womb itself could withstand the carrying and labor she'd undergo to muster out a Hybrid half-breed. His lips pressed to her smooth complex forehead, as he watched her drown in her dreams of sleep.
It was then he slid up, his stature seemed to dominate the room with his anger. He hated her for not telling him, he hated her for keeping him in this dormant of darkness of thinking her dead, or worse a slave girl for some low-level trade in the galaxy. He'd thought her gone forever. Now he finds a child yet a woman all the same back into the arms of the man who'd destroyed her life twice now. He'd get her son back to her, he'd do all in his power to make sure that she'd forget about all the wrong there relationship had led to, and create a new scenario that would silhouette a future for the both of them including his lost forgotten son.
He exited his room with the same manor to his strides, the same strut he withheld to conquer dominance in any situation that had managed to weasel in his way. He snarled at his door guards he bowed with there hands pressed over the right side of there chest, a manor of utter respect for there king. The lifted there heads ready for there orders as they watched intently there lord.
"Absolutely not under any circumstance, is anyone to enter my rooms or disturb the women in which you saw brought in. You can tell the Head Concubine that she is to report to me immediately under a meeting with the counsel as well as her son! Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Milord."
"I hate repeating myself, so I will ask one last time. Is everything understood?"
"Yes Milord, I have one question to if the women inside awakes."
Vegeta scoffed at the soldier, but approved of his well considered question. It after all was a probable cause to consider. She could wake up with just about any reaction to all that has happened. He paused in mid thought trying to figure the best out come.
"Make sure she's fed and bathed, she's permitted anything she asks for. We shall leave under my dictation for now that she is to stay in the room. She will not be permitted to leave until I clear up some of this confusion."
It had been later on in the evening when Bulma began to wake, she could feel the softness of the bed bend to every shift of weight she attempted. It felt so warm and invitingly comforting. She pressed her body up as she slid off from the high mounted bed. It was oak framed it seemed, earth imported but it was so lavishing rich---much to rich of oak or cherry wood yet the same concept. It was canapé with soft lush silks that over through the bed as a sea of silks and warmth. Nothing she'd ever seen before in her life, or on the ship of Frieza. She glanced around, as she began to explore the room wondering how she'd gotten here. Where was she anyways---she didn't remember this being earth. What was with the view, it was hinted with a crimson glow, much different from earths. It looked so much like a red blood ruby so many humans hungered after for.
She tested the warmth of the window but she felt her fingers slide right through; her eyes grew in shock and withdrew her hand back. It was when she began to test for injures and such. She looked back at the glowing of the window that she realized it kept everything out, the wind, the breeze but it was something out of her world. Something she'd never seen before. She slid through the large lavished window. It was structured for living molecules she guessed. Save for the birds and strays of leaves and such. She gasped at the Amazon appearance she saw before her. The lush green/rent tint to the plant and animal life alike, it was simply captivating. It was then, when she tried to replay her memory, she didn't know where she was---or who she was for that matter. It was within that second the doors slid open and pressed closed by a faint mechanical humming sound she heard from outside the balcony.
She watched the figure peer into the bed room, and then towards the outer balcony. He seemed very flustered, as he strode through capturing in wrists in his hands and drawing her gently to his well framed body. He pressed her there for a long moment, and it was then she realized everything that had happened. As if being withdrawn from her temporary dream the realization of his hues told her everything.
"I'll get him back…but it seems that my board of elders, as well as the temporary Queen of my planet is displeased with this news. I and the board believe that you could be used as a pawn to destroy myself and world. Are they correct Bulma…with you destroy my like the dagger you planed only a day ago to embed my heart and plague me of life?"
He began to stroke her hair, long tender caressing strokes. He pressed his lips to the top of her head as he captured her tears in the flesh of his armored wardrobe. He could feel her timid sobs as her azure hues clashed with his dark onyx ones. He could see that she felt so guilty for everything, so lost and wounded that she'd take that only dagger she had and drive it into her own heart. If only she still had it.
"You never told me…but it's time that we consider the past simply so. Its time to move on to our future and try to do things the best we can. A war is over my head and my people. A war that will thrash the galaxy to the next if the Cold Empire is not destroyed. I feel so guilty Bulma that your son…or…son had to be the tool used in such a galactic disaster. We will get him back---I fear the when is all."
He allowed her to cry in his arms yet again, a weakness behind closed and locked doors that know one was ever permitted to see. This king, this Super Saiyan Legend to his people was more different behind the closed structure of his doors then anyone could have guessed. As a Leader he had to permit his authority, so that to strike the fear of god into his men and his servants. He pulled her in; in her fury of tears and anguish he once again pulled the frail broken women in his arms cradling her towards their bed. When he had disarmed himself of his bodies upper and lower armor he disrobed into his silk shorts and climbed into bed with the well lavished nightgown he'd purchased years ago in a trade off words. It was a see through type fixture but enough to keep some modesty at the same time.
He was shocked to find her in his arms. Holding her as he'd done many, many years ago and when she pressed her tear faced cheek into the flesh of his chest he felt his body tense with something he'd never experienced before. It was an emotion he couldn't name…he had only felt it once before. And only once, and it was many years ago and it had been with her. He dare not explain it to himself; he cuddled her in his arms and watched her drown into her dreams again. Little did he know that she was suffering from a tragic drama, one that could render her in amnesia or something worse, he was something that had to be there for her, in her weakest most tender moment of her life. She needed him more than anything now.
Authors note: Hey, thanks to all those who reviewed and I regret to inform you that sense this hurricane hit my unit can be called at anytime for me to go an aid these people, which I'd love to do, so please be patient for the next chapter. I dedicate this Chapter to the people of New Orleans who lost everything…and of course to the Hero's my Soldiers and Rescuers. Pst also give me some feed back. Goal: 35-40 Reviews.
