A Lonely Life
Chapter 8: Earths new King
Bulma and Vegeta returned to Earth after a day on Vegeta, neither speaking to the other most of the ride. Though no one seemed to notice since the pair was often this way. Vegeta made his way to his wife nearly to Earth and found her working on a new invention, dressed more like a commoner then he had seen before, her clothes too big and jeans ripped all over. He cleared his throat and she turned to face him. A frown on her face and t streaked with grease.
"Can I help you, Vegeta-Sama?" Bulma crossed her arms wrench in hand.
"What are you wearing?" Vegeta laughed lightly taking a hard look at her. "I never expected you to be the hands on type. Maybe create a layout and have someone else make it for you."
"No, I happen to enjoy this." The wrong words to say.
"You shouldn't do it anymore." A small smile formed on the masicust's lips. "It could hurt your chances of giving me a son."
"No way, Vegeta-Chan." Bulma growled, "I know it won't hurt my reproductive organs. So there."
"Yes, you may, but seeing you in rags is a turn off, and there for you won't be getting any, so to say."
"You bastered. Just looking at you is a turn off." Bulma's grip on the wrench tightened.
"You will not work on any more inventions from hence forth. Do You Understand This!"
Bulma glared eyes ablaze with fire. "Yes, yes I do. But I don't care what you say Vegeta! I will do what I want."
"Really? Because that's not what I remember US agreeing on."
Bulma bit her lip and threw the wrench down. She glared at the King and went to walk past him.
"Oh, and Bulma…" He watched her turn on her heals glaring evilly at him. "I want you in my chambers after you clean up." He laughed as she growled.
I'd no idea what I was getting into when I agreed to this arrangement. I've sold my self into some weird form of slavery with no hope of getting out. I can no longer do anything I want to do. How much longer can I take this treatment. I've always been outspoken and free spirited… to be bound to honor this man… This demon… I hope for Earths sake it is worth everything… Other wise… What good am I?
Bulma sighed as she jumped into the shower and frowned at touching her short hair. She had loved her semi long locks of blue… Vegeta had too it seemed from the smack he gave her. The violent creep. Bulma sighed and applied the Immortal Cream to cover her many bruises and cuts. She dressed and walked down the hall to Vegeta's room. Kicking at the hem of her dress all the while. How she wished he'd die. Just croak. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, he was health and young. Hell she'd no doubt die before him.
But at least she was beautiful.
Bulma opened the door to find a few girls inside laying on the bed, dressed in robes and hair pinned up. They were pretty, but in the eyes of Vegeta they lacked in comparison to his goddess. Who's hair use to be long and was no chopped off as a Sayian fighter might wear her's.
Bulma cleared her throat and the girls, giggling, left chasing each other. Bulma waited for Vegeta to address her. She stood head high in the center of the room watching the back of his head as he dug into the closet. He appeared holding a uniform and proceeded to undress in front of her. Bulma turned away and he laughed coldly at her.
"When we arrive on Earth" Vegeta started, "I have a few plans to carry out. You will remain here, hidden and will not look out the window. Understood?"
"Of course." Bulma smiled. She'd look out the window alright.
"I hardly believe you." Vegeta sighed. "You will however remain here. I have sent the sayian army my father aloud me to Earth ahead of us with orders.
Bulma's mouth went dry. "Wh..What type of orders Vegeta-Chan? Shouldn't we disgust all decision making-" A slap cut her off, but his violence did not scare her, his smile haunted her as she fell to the ground from the impact of the slap. She looked up at him in fear, yet calmly asked again. "What orders did you give them Vegeta?" He did not reply. Bulma's eyes widened. What had she done to her own planet? "VEGETA!"
"Shut up wench! Your planet is about to go through a well needed bath."
"What are you talking about Vegeta, please explain?"
"Very well. As of the moment Our soldiers and ransacking homes, stores and even your castle to rid the Earth of the weak, elderly, and challenged. All that will remain is the youths who can learn how to fight, able women and some of the smaller children. Your races population is about to sink to a unimaginable low."
"What… what have you done?" Tears filled the mortal's eye as she half laid on the ground and half sat on it. She refused to meet his eyes, calculating how to get out of this mess. She rose to make a run out of the room but was caught roughly and thrown onto the bed. She fought against him to no avail.
When she awoke he was getting dressed and she moved covering herself up. He turned and smiled lightly. "We're almost to Earth." He proclaimed and pointed to the window, the small blue and green globe was there, how many were left on it. What had happened to the ones remaining? Bulma covered her eyes and held back tears.
"The leader of Our army called in he said that most the Earth had been defeated and sorted. They only had a large section of land to comb through, after they got through a few thousand soldiers."
"You brute." Bulma breathed in hard. "My sister? My family?"
"I did tell they your sister would be acceptable to leave, but since that is the only one I knew of the rest if they are like you are no doubt dead."
"Vegeat, I hate you more then I've ever hated anything." Bulma whispered earning herself a smack, she whimpered but the pain was gone in seconds. She glared and felt something she had never felt before raise up in her stomach the way vomit does. She stood naked yet uncaring and threw herself at the man, fighting violently though it did not matter, he blocked her and laughed before growing tired of the game and throwing her into the wall in closet, he bared the door shut and left the room.
Hours passed before Bulma was released, nearly eight hours since she'd been thrown in, she had dressed in the man's clothes and glared at the sayian guard who released her, bowing out of respect but a look that showed he had none in truth for her, she walked down the hall towards her own room to change before running down the hall to the exit. They had landed on Earth, now what awaited her. How was the Human race holding against the monster she now called husband?
"I'm sorry, M'Lady, you have no orders to leave this ship." A guard spoke, se turned to see Bardock looking at the ground.
"Surly you jest. This is my planet. I'm Queen of Fucking Earth. I demand to be let out of this place, NOW?" Guards restrained the now hysterical Queen and shut her in her room.
Put how they forget she helped her fathers people build these ships, after dressing in civilian clothes she climbed into the duck work and counted till she reached the control room, she made sure no one was around and hoped down to reconfigure a few wires and open the back hatch, if they believed her locked away in the front they'd be on guard up there, right? She crawled back into the ductwork and escaped out the back.
She wished she'd have stayed inside. For it just so happened that half the human race laid slayed at her feet, in a pit no doubt made from her beloved's power. She turned and threw up, hands on her knees and face turned away. The smell of burning flesh over powering anything she could think to wear. The sight of children dead, the elderly, and the semi young haunting her, she lost control of her knees and ended up face in the dirt, no not dirt blood, she was sick once more.
"What have we here?" A voice laughed.
"A escapee." Another chimed.
"No!" A voice familiar and kind yelled. "Leave her alone, don't you know who she is?" ChiChi's friend… Bulma recalled the voice, Goku…
She turned and threw herself onto him crying and trying to speak through sobs. "Wh..ere… is…Chi…Chi?" She yelled and shock Goku with what might she could manage.
"She's fine. But you wont be Queen Bulma if Vegeta catches you out of the ship. How'd you get out? Never mind we must get you back in."
"Oh, don't worry about that, soldier, She'll go back in… But first since you so wanted to see your beloved race, my pet, lets let you see it first hand." Vegeta picked her up off the ground by a arm and sling her into the pit of recently deceased bodies. She yelled and froze sinking into the inners of bodies and feeling the remains all over her skin. She held her breath and tried to block out the laughter. Anger and pity filled her chest. She was removed in the same manor she was thrown in and by the same heartless being.
"Happy now my Queen?" Vegeta asked with a snarl.
"I'll be happy when your corpse is laid in front of my eyes and I am put to death for yours." Bulma spit in the Kings face and he looked at her a moment before beating her, aiming for her face and upper body, using little force where he was concerned.
Bulma refused to cry anymore. She would not give him the joy. She stood, once he was done a look of hardened hate on her face, she meet his eyes a moment before turning and walking back into the ship, the eyes of everyone living now on her, the memories of the pit fresh in her mind and a reason to live, to make Vegeta's life as hellful has he had made hers forming in her mind. How he would pay, maybe not in the near future, but in the future he would pay for his crimes.
She may not have been strong. She may at times not have been brave. But from this moment she would work her own life into one reason to live, to kill him, somehow, some way.
She pushed past the guards at her door, who did not question her state and headed straight for her shower, cleaning herself up before going to her closet, she threw out a few dresses and all the immortal cream Queen Roxanna had given her, she threw them into a trash bag and then out the door, she dressed in black the black she had hated to wear before, she would mourn her people, her planet, and her own life.
Black leather pants covered her legs and most of her abdomen her lacy thong undies showed and pale white skin few had seen was showing from the made rips in her leather, a black corset top held her chest for all to see, and a single black ribbon tied around her neck. She had no wedding ring, for it wasn't the sayian way, she held many scars though, including the still healing marriage scar she received on Vegeta. Spiked healed boots covered her small feet as the taped loudly on the hard floor.
She walked out of her room ignoring the men who watched her go, her face was once painted lightly now was black and blue from the Kings hits, eyes lined with dark and thick eyeliner and mascara, lips red and busted, and chin held high she walked back to where the king had been. Damn him if e though she would not return. Her blue eyes empty from emotions. She would kill him. She had to.
A few laughs greeted her as she exited the ship once more, but not directed towards her. The men were having fun, except Goku who bowed and looked in awe at the leather clad Goddess and then to Vegeta. A look she took to mean he'd disapprove.
Vegeta's black hair disappeared and his deep eye took its place, glaring hard for a moment then widening before narrowing.
Bulma glared back, but merely flipped him off before walking down the road towards the town, hell would freeze before she gave in now, and it'd release the poor souls before she believed anything the man said about her sisters safety.
A/N: It took me a hour to write this. I hope you all enjoyed. Do review as I have uploaded two chapters of this and nothing of the rest. I know it is dull at first and I am going to go and re do the first few chapters to fix the spelling some more, later. Now I'm going to go write chapter 9. Review and I'll add more. Don't and I will only slower. I happen to enjoy typing this story.