The morning sun spoiled her eyes with light as Serenity moaned into her sheets, unwilling to get up quite yet. Colors of dull blues, soft reds and pale yellows played over her skin, reflecting through the ornament that hung from the latch on the window. Serenity had found comfort in the little ornament that smiled down on her when she woke. She'd become accustomed, in the past week or so, to waking up without Vegeta in sight.
"Good Morning Mary," She would say to the mother of Jesus at the break of every new day. Not only that, Serenity often found herself talking to Mary. While she dressed and prepared herself, she told the symbolic mother all of her thoughts, and when The New King was ranting with fury, she found condolence in her as well.
Serenity wondered how Mary possibly listened to all those that spoke to her. Even here, on Planet Vegeta, Mary was everywhere. Radditz had confided in Serenity that his own mother was a Catholic when she was still among the living. He'd even stated that he'd always, in some sort, wanted to follow a similar path as her. Of coarse, his "occupation" would certainty make such a thing difficult. Serenity had reminded him though, that God did give forgiveness. Radditz hadn't much to say to that.
Now, she crawled out of bed, dragging the sheets off as her feet landed softly against the carpet and she made her way to the bathroom. Like every morning, she'd prepare herself, and then plunge into a world she knew nothing about. Negotiations in foreign languages, Meetings with the criminals, signing papers she couldn't read, escorting guests from other countries while speaking as if she knew what she was saying. Day after day in a heavy, long sleeved dress, the same routine, until finally, with all her inferior duties done, she'd retire.
And after a long day of doing the same thing she did yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that one, she found herself following the same halls to her bedroom. The soft clicking of her heals echoed through the darkened corridors. Radditz was right, she'd become accustomed to them in no time at all. Serenity peered through the shadowy sheer of the curtains, gazing longingly at the moon. It was so hot on Planet Vegeta during this time of year. This was the drought season in the far west. They, on the other hand, were in the North, where the climate was relatively comfortable. As each season passed, you could easily identify them.
"But Sire-"
"Did you not hear me? I said go!" The familiar voices reached her ears, and Serenity hurried her way around the corner. She stopped though as she spotted Vegeta, stomping with furry into their bedroom, while Nappa hung back, debating what to do now. Serenity sighed heavily as the door slammed, only to bounce and reopen. She approached Nappa, smiling warmly at him,
"Perhaps you should retire for the evening now Nappa?" She asked. Though, they both knew it was a command, more than less. He nodded without question, and turned to leave. Serenity watched him go, being sure the bulky Saiyan wasn't going to try and listen in on The King.
She turned back to the door, pushing it open a little further. Vegeta was pacing back and fourth, dead center of the room. Serenity ducked through the door, leaning against it to click it shut as tenderly as possible. Vegeta was pulling off his gloves with his teeth, which sounded funny as he threw around curses in Saiyango. He tossed the hand apparel to the floor angrily, but when they didn't make much of an impact, he realized that his temper had been nowhere near tamed with the little action. So, he lifted that cursed vase of lilacs, and with a yell of frustration, threw it against the wall with all his might.
The beautiful crystalline glass shattered instantly, breaking again once it hit the floor. The lilacs scattered over the ground, limp. Vegeta growled. He stepped over the glass on tip-toe, though he was certain his boots would protect his feet from the tiny shreds of glass. He leaned down, fingers grazing over the soft petals of the flower, but as he reached to grip the stem, the glass concealed beneath the flower easily cut his unprotected fingers. He drew back, only to have the sharp edge run over his open palm.
Serenity winced in the same fashion as Vegeta. What on Earth had set him off this time? She approached him at a steady pace, mentally drowning out his curses. Glass cracked under her heals, alerting him of her presence. He snapped to attention, though, after realizing it was just her, didn't move from his crouched position.
She knelt down beside him, fear obvious in her shaking hands,
"Don't worry about the flowers." She said gently, avoiding eyes contact, as usual. "I C-can aide to this My Lord; before it gets infected." She stuttered. Serenity was unrightfully careful as to how she addressed Vegeta. He valued respect like no other man could. And that respect was something he was having trouble gaining from his people. He needed her respect right now. He needed encouragement.
"It's just a small wound-"
"On the shaking hand will surely prove back luck to the compromising man." Serenity chimed, matter-of-factly. Vegeta huffed at her cheerfulness, and her reasoning, but as she rose to her feet, he did as well. She guided him into the bathroom, where the young blonde cleaned and tended his cuts. Tiny hands wrapped the white fabric around his fingers, and over his palm. "Don't put too much pressure on it. You don't want it to re-open." She stated. That earned her a gruff snort.
"It will have to heal quickly, I have training to do." He stated, examining her work. Serenity raised a brow at this, wondering if he was joking. She second guessed herself, knowing full and well that Vegeta never joked.
"Wounds need time. Do you want a scar?" she inquired. Now Vegeta raised a brow. Still, Serenity held her ground with the question, so Vegeta turned away. Serenity was curious to his rudeness, but quickly excused it as he began to pull his training shirt over his head. Blush rose to her cheeks, and she adverted her eyes…
Or at least she tried to. Really, she did try…
But, as instincts would have it, her gaze fell upon the chiseled body she'd been so curious about ever since she'd first met him not but a week ago. Defined pectorals were only the beginning to the hard shaping of muscles he'd doubtlessly worked years for. All his life more than likely – as goes the life story of every Saiyan.
Still, Serenity found it strange that such a slender body as his would allow him to form the way it did. He didn't seem to have one ounce of fat on him. Such perfectly shaped muscles, collarbone so defined, arms thick with power. Serenity coiled her fingers over her palm as they itched with the desire to touch him.
"You think I'm worried about scars?" his gruff voice came. Serenity blinked many times, simply processing the words. Why had he taken his shirt off? Scars?
"Oh!" Serenity suddenly exclaimed, hand rising to cover her mouth, realizing what he was talking about, and taking note to the scars covering his chest. Her brows furrowed, her head tipping with curiosity. "So many of them…" She mused and her hand left her lips, reaching hesitantly as the soft pads of her fingers grazed his skin. The moment the contact was made, she felt him shutter under her touch. "I'm sorry, does it hurt?" She asked, now ready to dart her hand away from him the moment he answered.
"No," he blurted. He paused now, his unreadable eyes studying her intently. She wouldn't look into his eyes though. She wouldn't be caught in that trap again. "Cold hands" He excused. He swallowed loudly, as if it had built in his throat.
What had that been about? She was so ginger and her hands were so warm. She touched him, and he felt a surge of tingles wobble its way through his stomach, and tickles ran up his back, making his hair stand on end. It comforted him; made him feel warm inside. Her touch hurt him? Of coarse not; her touch was much too gentle and hands much too soft for such a thing…
…And it wasn't like she could hurt him anyways. He was destined for ultimate power! Her, hurt him? What a foolish suggestion…. Right….
Serenity had accepted the answer; at least outwardly she did. Her eyes fell half lidded as she continued to examine the scars. One or two overlapped some of the older ones. There were a few on his arms as well.
Curiosity taking hold of her, and feeling free to act at the moment, she circled around him. His eyes followed her, as if to make sure she wasn't about to attack him or something. Serenity didn't dismiss that action, and she looked up slightly, nodding as if to assure she wasn't about to do something stupid.
Her hand traced over his back as her eyes softened. There was a very deep one on his back, among a few others. He remained perfectly still the whole time, which Serenity figured he was accustomed to due to his years of military training. She came back around, standing in his line of vision once more. Her tiny hand grazed over his neck, where a ripe new scar was just beginning to heal. She sighed softly, unintentionally looking up at him, lips parted to speak.
She realized her mistake to late as her eyes locked with his. Though, she wasn't sure what surprised her more. 1. That's she'd done such a stupid thing. Or 2, that he seemed as curious of her as she was of him. He wasn't glaring; just held a blank expression as he waited for her words.
Still, Serenity had stepped away the very second she'd looked up. She felt the pull on her gown as she stepped back onto the fabric. Her heal slid, foot rising as the other followed soon after. She gasped, eyes wide in surprised, but she didn't let out a squeal until she felt a hand rest on her back. Her hair had flown up in her near-fall, and now tumbled back down again. Serenity reached out, finding her feet were still off the ground. She gripped Vegeta's forearm lightly, her other hand rising only to find there was nothing to latch onto.
And there Vegeta held her. She rested against his wounded hand, the gauze against her skin. Her dress revealed her back between the shoulder blades, where his hand was. She could feel his finger tips, twitching ever so slightly now and then.
She didn't dare move as his eyes examined her own, searching their depths. Many moments passed before he finally eased his gaze, either discovering what he wanted, or having given up on whatever it was he was searching for. Still, he held her in place, she being to bewildered to move,
"All of them, from training?" she asked, referring to his scars. Vegeta didn't answer right away, huffing slightly as he eased her to her feet. Once she was safe on the ground he turned away, heading back into the room.
"No," he stated as he approached the bed, falling against it as he removed his boots. He went to get up again, but Serenity quickly held her hand out to stop him,
"The glass Highness," She reminded quickly. She entered the darkened bedroom once more as he nodded with agreement, slipping them back on so he could approach his dresser. He gathered up his night clothes, and, without another word, walked past her and back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
While he was in the bathroom, this gave Serenity time to get a maid in to help her clean up the glass. They'd picked out the shards of glass, and got another vase to place the lilacs in, but Serenity was still self conscious. That was when she chose to venture on dangerous grounds. She summoned Radditz to her room, which left the maid in dire distress. 'If the King were to know Milady…' she'd warned. But Serenity, somewhere in her heart, felt that she needed to have this cleaned up and gone by the time he came out of the bathroom. So, the fine young boy lifted the heavy bed and all the other furniture that held the carpet down. They rolled up the furry thing, and he carried it out, an astonished, and rather frazzled, maid at his heals.
Serenity had smiled to herself when she'd head Radditz swearing the young girl to secrecy down the hall. Such a good friend he was….
She heard the water turn off from in the bathroom, and quickly took that as her cue to be ready when he came out. She darted across the now wooden floor, the pitter-patter of her feet only silent when she took note to how heavy she'd walked while the carpet had been there. That was something she'd have to work on, but for now, she would change into her nightgown.
She tossed the dress she'd been wearing into her closet, and dropped her hair from their buns. With a final dash, she lunged into her vanity seat, stroking the brush through her hair just as the bathroom door swung open. His bare foot hit the wooden floor, and he blinked with surprise. Serenity only smiled and returned to brushing her hair as he crossed the room, picking up some papers on the way, and sitting on the bed with them.
Serenity mentally kicked herself. Now she'd have to wait until he was finished with whatever he was doing until she could crawl into bed. She peered at his reflection in her mirror. He lay half leaning on the headboard, eyes narrowed as he read whatever it was he had. Serenity ceased her brushing, hands still as stone as she stared at him. In that moment, he looked so…normal. No longer the rebellious prince or the indecisive king. For that moment, with his tongue sticking slightly out in concentration, and lips pursed, he was just … Vegeta
Serenity turned, hands resting in her lap, and she couldn't help but smile. She knew good and well he'd scolded her the moment he noticed, but hopefully, she could just delight in this just a moment longer, and that would suffice. He was so young; he held no lines or signs of restlessness. He was vibrant with life, but in those eyes, hidden beneath his greed and stubborn façade, he was aging quickly. Vegeta was mature beyond his years, and very intuitive. He was what her mother would consider a natural intellectual.
So why was he having such a hard time with his new responsibilities as King? He was strong, he could do the job. He just didn't realize it! But…Serenity did….
The tranquility Serenity had been rejoicing in finally came to an end. Vegeta had, by chance, took a side glance her way, and noticed her eyes transfixed on him. His brow creased angrily and he showed his fangs.
"What do you want?" He snarled. Serenity cast her eyes to the ground, though not shamefully. She rose to her feet, approaching the bed,
"So, how did you get those scars?" she questioned. Vegeta stared at her blankly, the glare still over his brow. It curved skeptically, and he snorted softly.
"Battles," He said simply. Serenity, not really taking the hint, or choosing to ignore it, continued,
"Like sparring" She stated, though it was more so a question.
"You know what that is?" Vegeta asked, almost humorously. Serenity was the one to snort this time, as she seated herself at his feet at the end of the bed,
"I do." She began, "You're father explained what he could to me, and I watched him train almost everyday." She said. She looked up, staring at the ceiling through the golden sheer, smiling. "I was scared out of my mind the first time I saw him strike Nappa." She said with a laugh, "I avoided him for awhile after that, but one day, I'd managed to get myself lost in the ship. I wasn't use to it then, but I came to know that hall very well after that day," She said, matter-of-factly. She kicked her feet over the side of the bed, which Vegeta couldn't help but take note to.
He set his papers on the nightstand, for they'd been forgotten by now. "I'd been wandering around aimlessly when I spotted him, performing what I would learn to be a kata." She said. "My friends, Lita and Haruka most of all, use to train like that before to. But I'd never really been exposed to it." She sighed, taking a glance at him, "A real pity I missed out on so much…" Her voice trailed off though, and she blushed deeply. "I'm sorry," She began, "I'll stop now."
"Keep going." Vegeta's statement surprised Serenity. She stared at him, blinking a few times. But his face was as stony as ever. So, gulping nervously, she drew her hands from her lap, leaning on the bed, though her feet still dangled carelessly.
"I'd never seen anything like it. Everything about it had my blood pumping." She smiled softly, once again regaining that far away look, "I can't imagine what it would have been like if I'd accept his Highness's offer to train with him."
"Why didn't you?" Vegeta quickly intervened. Serenity sighed softly,
"How can I? I've been raised a pacifist. Fighting would be sinful of me." She paused for a moment, as if taking note to something, "Not that it is a sin," she corrected, "Because it certainly isn't. Watching His Highness fight was one of the most thrilling things I'd ever witnessed!" She admitted. She side-stared him for a moment, "What is it like for you?" she asked. Vegeta was quiet for a moment, thinking over the question. He gnawed softly on his inner cheek, taking the question quite seriously. It was, after all, about what he'd spent his whole life doing.
"It's like ecstasy." He said finally. His eyes cast away from her as he stared up into the sheer, like she had not but moments ago, "The pressure in battle. The idea that you can die with one blow…then knowing you survived because you're the better warrior. That you've mastered what your opponent could not. Everything about it…the pain, the aching….the taste of sweat and blood…it's all…" he trailed, struggling to find the right word.
"Fulfilling" Vegeta looked up at Serenity, surprised that she found the answer before he could. He nodded slowly, brows furrowing with confusion. She smiled though; just simply smiled. He looked away with dismay as a silence fell upon them. And a long, antagonizing one it was. Moments upon moments were they shifted uncomfortably.
Still, it gave Vegeta time to think. What was it about this girl that had him questioning himself? He felt, insecure around her. But then again, she made him feel as if he had what it took to see this through. With her, it was like a light at the end of the tunnel. As if one day, this would all just be a laughable memory. Would it? Would he be able to look back on these days and feel that he learned something? That it was worth all the pain and turmoil he put himself through.
The last few days had been the worst of his life. There was so much to do, and so many things he just didn't understand. He hated sitting with those people. He hated compromising, and most of all he hated his advisors. Life would be so much better if he could just kill those feeble nose-butters.
Still, today had been the worst. Frezia had finally contacted him, after the anxiety of waiting for it; he finally got the ear-full he knew was coming. That was what had set him off like that. Frezia had reminded Vegeta of the power he held over their kingdom. How if he wanted to, he could easily destroy it all…
He was also warned about Serenity. 'Keep her in her place.' He'd said, 'Set her straight.'
No, Frezia needed setting straight. Or maybe,
"Maybe I do…" Vegeta murmured aloud. He hadn't realized it until Serenity's soft voice questioned his words. "Nothing." He blurted quickly. Serenity frowned at that. Had she taken offense? …Well why would he care?...
Vegeta growled. He didn't care. To be honest, it was the respect he was gaining for her. Yes, this Lunarian girl had already won her pride in his eyes. She was much stronger than he gave credit for. Not in body, but in spirit. His father knew that too…
"He spoke of you all the time you know…." Her voice dragged him out of his thoughts. He'd barely spat out a 'huh' as she continued, "Your father was so proud of you." She said, and for the first time since they met, she turned to look him in the eyes, willingly. Vegeta struggled, but couldn't keep his gaze on her. He looked toward the ground, now sitting off the edge of the bed, fists clenched. "It's hard, I can understand that." She said, rising to her feet. She stood before him, hands folded in front of her. "But if anyone can do this, it's you."
He felt her shaking nervously as her hand rested on his shoulder, and she leaned over, tiny arms hugging him as much as she could without putting herself in too much of a predicament if he lashed out on her. 'Stupid girl…' his mind snapped. So brave yet so foolish. For a moment, Vegeta felt compelled to see what she would do if he did attack her for the unwanted interaction, but decided against it. Gentle hands over bare shoulders made it hard to do anything along those lines. He leaned against her, his forehead rested against her bosom.
"I hate all of this." He said. He felt her draw in a breath, most likely surprised that he'd finally responded. "Freeza's threatening us. There's little we can do to stop him if he were to attack." He admitted.
"You forget. You have allies now Highness." Serenity stated. "You have me."
This was very true. Vegeta had used Serenity as a sort of pawn the past week for many things. She was symbolic. Her reputation and what she represented had opened so many doors for their society. She was quickly becoming the prize jewel of Planet Vegeta.
Vegeta hadn't even realized his arms lace around her slender waist. But they had. He felt the heat of blush rise to his cheeks. He'd never done this before. Was it wrong of him to? What need did he have for it? He didn't. But, was that a problem?
Either way, before he knew it, he'd pulled her on the bed beside him. This had to be the most awkward moment of his life. But, it was so right. Like the feeling you get from a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Or the smell of autumn leaves after a night of September rain. Like the soft crackles of a warm fire, and the scent of freshly baked bread. That warm satisfying feeling. In those seconds, the world held balance.
Now, like this moment would never end, he closed his eyes. His forehead was rested on her shoulder, but as he felt her shift, he did as well, and they leaned cheek to cheek. Her breath was heavy, which was given away by the deep rise and fall of her chest with his. He chanced a glance out the window, but instead of seeing the breaking of the waves, he caught site of a familiar face.
He held Serenity in his arms with care as he returned Mother Mary's smile.
The light bounce of the bed alerted Serenity that there was more movement than necessary going on. She overlooked it, but the moment a rush of cold air swept over her, her eyes quickly popped open. She shut them again instantly, finding it hard to adjust from the darkness of sleep to the moonlit room. She realized the loss of warmth was due to the fact that Vegeta's warm arms had unlaced themselves from around her.
When had they fallen asleep exactly? She couldn't recall. She couldn't recall hardly a thing about last night in fact. Accept that she'd been wrong about what it would be like to have Vegeta's arms around her. She'd thought it'd be the most content, perfect moment. But in all reality, it was heaven. It was to die for. The moment he'd returned her hug it turned into more than something for slight comfort. Last night, Vegeta had held her. He'd brought her against him, cradled her to his body and shared her warmth.
She would have giggled at the thought hadn't she taken note to the form looming over her. Callused hands lifted the comforter to her shoulders, being certain that she was completely covered. Serenity kept her eyes have lidded as she watched Vegeta enter the bathroom, most surely to change.
She suddenly wondered…where did he go every morning? Her curiosity seemed to be getting the best of her, for she sprung up from the bed, and tip-toed over the hardwood floor. The room was dark, as early morning would have it, but Serenity easily found her way to the closet. She crept along, fingers daintily picking through her clothes until she found one of the oldest ones. She hadn't worn it yet, mainly because it was somewhat improper. It was a simply red color. No designs expect for the brown ties in the front. And, it wasn't tight fitted.
As she lifted it over her head, it fell loosely over her curves. In all honesty, it reminded her of one of her own. It even had trimming at the elbows were it would flare out until it reached the full length to her palms. She skipped the shoes, figuring that no one would see her feet anyways. She made a mad dash back into the bed, and drowned herself in the covers just as Vegeta returned to the bedroom.
In complete silence, he slipped on his boots. Serenity had been nervous that he'd caught on by the silence, but the creaking of the door alerted her to his departure. Light filled the room, and he exited. Now was her chance. She ran like a mad woman to catch the door before it closed, knowing if she didn't, he'd hear her reopen the door. And if she missed it, she'd never be able to find him after he rounded the corner.
A lunge forward and…Success!
Serenity mentally did a little dance of victory in her head, picturing Mina hopping around with her in glee. She slipped through the little crack, allowing the door to close behind her. Shoeless feet tip-toed over a dirty marble floor while following his every step. She made a point to be quite a ways behind him, knowing her "sneaking skills", as Serenity would call it, weren't the best, and figuring his probably were…
Halls after halls after halls. She followed him as he made his way in complete silence. Never stopping to talk to anyone. She'd never been in this portion of the palace, so each step seemed foreign to her. As he rounded another corner, she faintly heard the door open. She smiled softly, a tiny smirk over her normally delicate feature. Her brows moved in together as she crept along the wall. And with one big breath, she rounded the cobblestone corner.
The second she did, she turned right back around. She darted back behind the wall, praying to Selene that none of the many Saiyans saw her. What in the world would the majority of the palace be doing in one little room? After much consideration, she chose to take yet another peek. She gripped the corner of the wall, head tipping as she narrowed cerulean eyes.
Much to her surprise, they were "Kicking the air?" She said aloud, brow furrowed. A low laugh woke her from her thoughts. She spun around with a gasp, eyes wide in fear.
"Idiot" Radditz teased, arms folded. Serenity quickly took note to the spandex uniform he adorned, which was very much like Vegeta's. She ignored the insult, looking up at him expectantly. He noted this right away, and grinned, "They're training," he continued, and if it were possible, his grin grew larger, "You want to come watch?" he asked. Serenity chewed softly on her bottom lip, looking back into the room full of warriors.
She twiddled her fingers together, then, ever so slowly, nodded with approval. Radditz led her into the room, and one by one, all heads turned to stare at her. Those who were on the ship during the ride to Planet Vegeta greeted her happily, most having not seen her since they docked on the planet. She watched in awe at the people around her. Men and woman alike training with weights, machines and one another. Never in her life had she seen a woman so fit and powerful. A woman, not 10 feet away from her, flexed large, ripped muscles. Her tall form pounded viciously at the punching bag, until in no time at all, it broke under the pressure.
Radditz had abandoned her after realizing she wasn't listening to him anyways, and had departed to a sector of the room where he began a kata. Serenity watched him for a moment, his graceful movements; the sway of his body as he glided through the air. Radditz was impressive, but King Vegeta…well, no one could amaze her the way he had.
Or so she thought
Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the herds of Saiyans, until finally she saw the one she'd been in pursuit of not moments ago. She worked her way through the room, not taking mind to anyone around her. Her hands pressed up against the glass, staring with wide eyes.
Low and behold, it was Vegeta. He had a secluded area of the training hall, and it was obvious why. She watched with fascination as he pushed himself, harder and harder. He never faltered, not once. He was poised, boots barely clicking when they made contact. The only sound was the whish of the wind and the heave of heavy breaths. His ebony eyes narrowed with concentration. There were many other people gathered to see; which was quite normal.
At that point another person entered the room. A woman, dark eyes glittering with anticipation and a devilish smirk over her small lips. Vegeta took note to her immediately, and they both took stances. They didn't remain that way for long though before the woman charge at him. Serenity's eyes widened even more, is that were possible.
"She's amazing." Serenity announced. A few people glanced her way, but she didn't seem to realize. She watched as the woman drunk in Vegeta's attacks, and with all her might, punched and kicked at the king without shame. Shapely muscles shifted and a hard fist connected with Vegeta's face. He reached up though, catching her wrist, and in one swift motion, swung her over his shoulder and slamming into the ground.
The girl cried out, keeling over as she gripping her sides. Vegeta panted heavily, licking his lips. Though Serenity was fully stricken by the woman, she was no comparison to Vegeta. He stood straight once more, wiping sweat from his brow. He arched his neck, stretching it from aches as he did the same with his arms and legs. He turned around to start another training regime, casting a brief glance to the crowd when a pair of blonde ondago's caught his eye.
He blinked a couple of times, and soon, found himself moving toward the door. He hadn't even thought about it. But when he saw here standing there, it was like his feet were guiding him to her. It wasn't until she did the same that he even realized what he was doing. Still, he kept going. She joined him in his training room, and they faced each other, only arms length apart.
"My Lord…" she blurted out. Her mouth remained open, as if to speak, but she soon found she had absolutely nothing to say. She opened and closed her mouth many times before she began to cast her eyes up from the ground then staring back at his nose. She was blushing! Vegeta stared intently, watching as the flustered girl struggled with words, face red with embarrassment, hands fidgeting and rocking back and forth on what appeared to be bare feet.
"Out of shoes are you?" he inquired. Serenity stared at him with question before she finally understood. That only got her more upset as she tried to cover her feet, shaking her head with shame,
"Oh no! I just…well you see I just…" She stuttered.
"Sire!" Nappa's voice called out. 'Saved…' Serenity's mind sighed with relief. Nappa approached them, and the prince turned to face as him as they discussed whatever was on those papers's that Vegeta hadn't finished reading last night. She didn't really pick up on what they were about, but smiled slightly when Vegeta rubbed the back of his neck, reluctant to answer Nappa on why the papers were never read. "None of you're business" he'd blurted defensively. Nappa had cast Serenity a questioning look, but she merely shrugged. So, they went on to continue their discussion.
Serenity had took it upon herself to leave them be, knowing she'd just be standing their like an imbecile if she were to stay anyways. It had been strange how when he'd headed for the door, she'd done just the same. As if he was beckoning to her or it was just a natural reaction. He called, and she came.
As of now though, she found herself wandering aimlessly around the training hall, laughing and smiling as the men "showed the queen their stuff". The women didn't seem to take so naturally to her though, in fact, in Serenity's attempt to cross the room in search of Radditz, the girl whom Vegeta had been battling ran straight into her.
Serenity had been caught be the wall, clutched the shoulder that felt the impact of the woman's side.
"You should watch where you're going, Your Highness…." The woman seethed, her tongue flicking as she addressed Serenity in the most vile way she'd ever heard. The woman loomed over her, hands on hips. Serenity felt herself slump against the wall in fear.
She now had time to really take in the girl's features. Elbow length hair was damp from sweat, but still bouncy with life. She had scars from numerous battles, and if that wasn't enough to define her strength, her muscles would have frightened the fiercest of warriors. She was tall, with breasts that stood to attention. Her hard shaped thighs were revealed, giving little for the imagination. She glared at the small queen, smirking widely as she took in the blonde's fear.
"Scared milady?" the asked, in a higher, much sweeter tone this time as she held out her hand, "There is none of that here. In here, only the strong survive." Serenity had declined the woman's hand, but the persistent beauty had snatched her by the wrist, roughly pulling her to stand her full length. The woman looked her up and down, her lids lowered and she exhaled slowly. "You must face your fears, you understand?" She asked. Serenity's eyes went wide as she trembled beneath rough palms, and slowly, she shook her head. The woman smirked, "Then I shall show you…"
Whispers were rising above the crowd. So loud, Serenity wasn't hearing a word Radditz was speaking. Her feet trembled. She held her arms tightly, already feeling uncomfortable in her full-body training suit. The woman, Cabbeta, had challenged her.
Yes, you heard right…challenged her.
In a few second, Serenity would be out in front of everyone, in a spar against the one of Vegeta's most powerful warriors. Radditz was throwing curses in the air for Serenity's stupidity. 'Why didn't you say no?' He had yelled, 'Why Cabbeta?' Serenity didn't answer though. When she'd been under the palm of that woman, she'd been at her mercy. Why you ask? Because Serenity saw the secret behind Cabbeta's eyes. Cabbeta had planned this out. She'd hoped for this in fact, Serenity was sure. Cabbeta had one motive, and it wasn't to help or teach Serenity anything, it was to hurt her, and embarrass her.
Radditz's hands rested against her back, rubbing softly to calm her down. Cabbeta was already out of the dressing room, now awaiting the queen.
"That's you." Radditz whispered softly, noting the chanting of the crowd wouldn't keep them at bay for long. So, with one last breath, she let Radditz push her forward. Her hair looked strange against the contrast of her training suit. In fact, she looked…strange in general. Radditz cocked his head to the side, as he was sure everyone else did as well. This little Lunarian girl, shyly stepping into the light, to face an elite? It didn't seem right.
And it wasn't. Serenity knew it wasn't, and so did Cabbeta. Still, as the elite warrior fell into a stance Serenity held up a hand in her own defense. Cabbeta wasted no time at all, and didn't hold back in the slightest either. She dashed up, her heal meeting the back of Serenity's right hand. Serenity winced, gritting her teeth at the pain, only finding relief when Cabbeta backed off.
The moment Cabbeta's heal met the floor though, she bounced right back up, her first meeting Serenity's forearm. Serenity bit her tongue to prevent from letting out a cry, but when Cabbeta's other hand rose, hitting Serenity square in the chin, the yelp left her lips. She fell to the floor with a thud, still having the death grip on her own sore wrist. 'She's fast,' Serenity's mind registered.
That told her that she wouldn't have time to think, much less rest. With that in mind, her head snapped up, and she just avoided Cabbeta's boot. She rolled to the side, pulling herself up from the ground. Still, she just wasn't fast enough. Serenity held her feet firm as she drank in a hit to the stomach. Cabbeta pulled away, as if checking to see if Serenity was ready to give up yet.
Tears were forming in her eyes, Serenity could feel them. She stumbled, bruised hand rising to hold her abdomen. Cabbeta snorted, holding back her first for another strike. Serenity inhaled sharply, evading it just as Cabbeta whirled by her. That didn't last though, as Cabbeta swung back around, her extended leg hitting Serenity directly in the side.
Once again, the floor came up to greet her. And again, and again. Eventually, Serenity did come to the conclusion it was her greeting the floor, and that she wasn't going to survive if she put up with anymore of this. She was getting thrashed, and badly. She bit down on her lips as another attack came. She hunched over and it struck her mid-back. She didn't know what was worse: the attack or the hit to the floor; for both were burning away at her pride.
She stared up at Cabbeta as she lifted her upper body. The moment the woman's shadow came in sight though, she stopped. She was so vulnerable it was pathetic. She knew she couldn't beat this woman, and now everyone else did as well. Of course, that's just what Cabbeta wanted, now wasn't it?
"Weak little girl," the dark beauty seethed, planting her boot firmly atop Serenity's back as she hunched over, whispering, "Some little wench like you could never suit Vegeta." So that was it! Cabbeta had it in for her because she wanted Vegeta. Of course, who in their right mind wouldn't for that matter? Still, you can't just go around beating up girlfriends and wives…..and what did she mean never suit Vegeta? What, was she not good enough for the Saiyan King? 'I'll show her…' Serenity mentally vowed. Just as that thought crossed her mind though, lightheadedness had her swimming in a world of darkness.
That didn't seem to last long though, for before she knew it there was a bright light blazing through her lidded eyes. She cringed, trying to force away consciousness for more much needed rest, but the light was unmerciful, and soon, she found herself lifting a hand to shield her eyes, which were having a tough time adjusting to the gleam. Blue orbs watered at the sting but she chose to ignore it when a shadowed form loomed over her. She squinted, parting her lips, but she was so parched, no words would come; merely a small gasp.
That must have been enough for the stranger though because not a moment later she felt the cold glass against her lips, and with a little tip, the cold liquid streamed through her throat. She smiled softly as she drank, sighing with relief.
"A fool you are," a voice came. Serenity struggled with her grogginess, but she knew the voice right away:
Vegeta
What now? What had she messed up on this time? Why was she so disoriented….what in the world…
Then it hit her…Cabbeta. That wench of warrior. 'Why if I could get my hands on her…..Selene so help me…' Her mental curses were quickly ceased though as Vegeta continued, setting the glass down, and leaning against the bed she lay on. "And by what means did you plan on defeating her? You are a sheep among wolfs girl…" he seethed. He pushed himself off the bed, making it rack and shake. Serenity could finally feel her eyes adjusting enough so that she could see those calloused hands fisting. "Trounced you were," he informed, facing the wall now, "And what an embarrassment it was…" He said. He really didn't seem angry, but disappointed more than less. "Why would you challenge an elite? And Cabbeta at that?" he demanded, turning swiftly to face her.
Serenity could have groaned in frustration. Cabbeta must have told him that Serenity challenged her! 'Foul woman…' she growled. It was apparent to her the game Cabbeta was playing; her keen ways meaning to discredit Serenity and lay her own head in Vegeta's lap. Or, the other way around perhaps. Yes, she wanted to drive Vegeta into her arms.
"Insolence…" Serenity grumbled. At least she now knew that these Saiyan warrior's loyalties would never lay with her.
"What was that?" Vegeta inquired, approaching her, but stopped half way when she shook her head. She said nothing though, for fear of lashing her tongue with horrid remarks that were building inside her. Piling, one after the other. Vegeta growled, low in his throat, though she failed to notice. She was too caught up in her dream world. And what a dream world it must have been! Thinking she could challenge one of his greatest fighters…'Fool…' he seethed mentally.
He'd only caught the tail end of their battle, seeing Serenity struggling to rise only to be rendered unconscious. Cabbeta hadn't a scratch nor bruise in sight. Such a pitiful loss…
"Lady Serenity" a voice broke him from his thoughts as the door swung open, revealing a rather frazzled Radditz. The young queen had immediately sprung from her seat, flying straight against his chest in tears.
"Onii-san!" she cried, "Onii-san! It was horrendous! I hate her!" She gripped tight to his armor, only now realizing she was in only her corset garments, but paying no mind. Radditz didn't seem to notice it, nor did he notice the King's presence.
"That's all fine and dandy Milady, but you're going to have to go back out there." He said, cocking his head to the side, his voice still holding its superiority. Serenity sniffled her tears, stepping away before looking up at him,
"But why-" She was quickly cut off though as Radditz gripped her biceps tightly, shaking her only a little,
"You'll make a fool of yourself if you don't" he insisted, "Do you want that?"
"And going back out there wouldn't make her look more of an imbecile?" The king's voice immediately snapped Radditz to attention. He fell to his knees, shaking from both shock and fright. Vegeta did nothing to acknowledge him though as he passed between them. Serenity, on the other hand, watched with mouth wide as he reached for the door, and in a blink of an eye, Serenity swung it open before he had the chance.
Without even looking at him, she stomped down the hallway, going by mere instinct as she searched for the training halls.
"What do you think you're doing girl?" Vegeta snapped, both irritated by her behavior and her lack of respect. He soon realized though that she wasn't stopping anytime soon. Casting one last glance at a fear-struck Radditz, he left the warrior there in pursuit of a small blonde who was already far ahead of him. She marched through the halls, disregarding anyone she came across. Ahead of her, she spotted familiar hallways, and by the time Vegeta had caught up, the door of the dojo was smashed against the wall in her furry.
"Cabbeta!" Serenity bellowed. When there came no response, she headed inside. People turned to stare with wide eyes at her appearance. She didn't even see them. "Be you a coward? Face me!" she screeched again. Now that must have gotten her attention. She heard a man's cry in the crowd, and soon, she took note to the others being pushed aside. Serenity turned on her heels, standing tall on bare feet. She crossed her arms and squared her shoulders. This time, she wouldn't lose. This time, she'd gain her pride.
The crowded parted as Cabbeta's powerful steps grew louder. She stopped in front of the queen, mimicking her stance. "You beckoned…my …..Queen." Cabbeta asked slowly, stopping to look at her comrades as she smirked wickedly, earning a few chuckles from the crowd. Serenity huffed.
"Sit thee down!" Serenity screeched, extending her hand to signal to a chair across the room. Cabbeta raised a brow, glancing at it skeptically. But by the time she looked back to the Queen, all she saw was an open palm moving past her cheek to grip her hair. Serenity ran her fingers through the girl's dark mane, gripping a chunk, and yanking with all her might, "I say, Sit thee down so I may reprimand you're vile intensions!" Serenity dragged the girl across the room, ignoring her lasting curse and swinging her into the chair. Cabbeta only bumped it, nearly falling over, but she caught herself. "Did you not hear me? Sit!"
Cabbeta gritted her teeth, glaring daggers. "No." she challenged, low in her throat. Serenity narrowed her eyes, nodding,
"Then I shall rebuke you." She announced. Cabbeta was now taken by such surprise she never even saw Serenity's hand as it rose and struck her cheek, open palm. A few gasps fell over the room, and as the echo died, and thickened silence fell so heavy you could hear the soft winds of the fans. The silence was broken when Vegeta stepped into the room, his boot clicking against the floor. He hadn't realized how loud it was going to be. When eyes turned to him, he stopped. Whatever ideas he had to stop this were dismissed. Whatever was going on was certainty not in his hands.
"Why you little-" Cabbeta sneered, finally turning, and her fists clenched, ready to strike. But Serenity cut her off immediately,
"Does this appear a brothel to you?" She inquired. All eyes went wide at that, and, if Serenity didn't know better, she could have sworn the entire crowd leaned forward. Cabbeta gasped, her face tainted red.
"How dare you-" She began. But yet again, Serenity cut her off.
"You're jealous grudges hold nothing over Me." She said, "If you desire his affection," She cast Vegeta a small glance, arm raised to signify her husband, "Then try your hardest wench, but you will not see a rise from Me." She paused, looking around the room, glaring to be sure everyone else understood as well before she looked again to Cabbeta, "You are an embarrassment. You earn no ones affections over a brawl-"
"You say that because you are too weak to win!" Cabbeta yelped. Her senses were now gathered, and she was apparently ready for anything Serenity had to say. But by now, Serenity was done speaking. Her fist rose, smashing against Cabbeta's already reddened cheek. Cabbeta fell to the ground with a thud, a grunt leaving her lips.
The young queen frowned. Cabbeta was right. She'd hoped she'd get away without problems. But Cabbeta spoke the truth. Saiyan males found woman who could fight for themselves quite appealing. That was something Serenity couldn't do. Serenity winced as Cabbeta rose, clutched her cheek, though unharmed. She raised her fist, eyes red with furry.
But before she could strike the queen yet again that day, a gloved hand caught hers. Cabbeta blinked in surprised, first staring at the hand, then up at her King.
"Y-your highness…" she stammered. Vegeta's cold eyes narrowed, and all Cabbeta saw was her own petrified reflection.
"You're relieved of you're duties Cabbeta." He said coolly, releasing her as she fell to her knees, "Leave immediately." He didn't wait for her response as he turned, pulling Serenity to her feet, and yanking her swiftly out of the room. The commotion in the room they'd just exited was deaf to Vegeta's ears, and apparently, so were Serenity's words. She yelped and hollered, until finally, Vegeta stopped.
He'd rounded the corner, being sure no one had followed them. Serenity's screamed stopped, and slowly, she looked up at him. Again, she was caught until stone cold eyes. Tears formed at the brim of her blue orbs, but she'd be dead before she'd let them fall. So instead, they stared at one another. The sun leaked through the windows, giving them both a good look at one another.
The wind blew, and Serenity shivered.
"You should get back to the room." Vegeta said finally. Serenity calmed the moment Vegeta's shoulders released their tension, and her eyes fell to ease, "The delegates would have a field day seeing you this way." Serenity looked down at herself. Though her undergarments weren't revealing, she most certainly didn't want the world to seem them. She nodded softly. Vegeta's gloved hand rested against the small of her back, and he led her down the corridors, "That was very brave of you." He spoke again. Serenity didn't look up, but glanced between him and the floor, her uncertainty obvious. He smirked, saying nothing more as they entered their room. Vegeta waited patiently as she dressed, pulling her hair up causally and forgetting her jewelry altogether. She looked at him as he leaned against the right door, staring back at her without expression.
He did this purposely. The last thing he wanted was for her to see the admiration behind his eyes. She'd been so sure of herself. So certain she was right and so strong with her words. She'd known she couldn't challenge Cabbeta like normal Saiyans would. She knew she'd loose if she pushed the warrior too far. But she did it all anyways. She did it all because she'd known she'd already gained her honor.
As Serenity reached to open the opposite door, Vegeta stopped her, holding her hand tightly in his, "This isn't a brothel." He assured. Serenity said nothing, but tipped her head with question. Vegeta sighed heavily, his glance casting to the ground. A moment passed where Vegeta's grip loosened, but right before he let go, Serenity returned the gesture. He looked back up, only to find himself staring at the top of her head as she leaned against him. She released his hand, gripping the brim of his armor.
"I know." She said softly. Vegeta nodded half-heartedly, resting his hands on her shoulders as his chest rose and fell with hers.
You're just going to love what I have in store for the next chapter. It's going to have much more humor in it, and well….we're going to get a glimpse of Vegeta's jealous side. Plus, perhaps another kiss?
Oh how exciting!!