A Lonely Life
Chapter 9: With New Life
A/N: I'd like to think everyone who reads this crap It only gets worse. This will more than likely be turned into a story on fiction if you'd like to read it ask, it will change some as more character info is needed. Thank you once more, remember Love is a complex emotion
In The Past- A summery of the story thus far:
Princess Bulma and Chichi were kidnapped and their fate rested in the graceful and capable hands of Prince Vegeta, the prince of the 'barbaric' race which held little peace with Earth, once Vegeta rescued the girls news came of The King and Queens demise on Earth and Princess Bulma was made Queen, forced to find a suitable husband and with her advisors pushing her she agreed to approach Prince Vegeta, with a offer, he took it and now rules Earth destroying the race of weaklings...
Last Time: ' "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.
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And We Start:
Vegeta followed the stalking Bulma, after he gave the order to continue the assault of Earth to his troops, "You do realize that the sayian army has no idea who you are, and thus will kill you thinking you are a mere human weakling instead of their Queen"
"How sad." Bulma muttered not bothering to stop or glance at him.
"Are you even listening to me!"
"Not really." Bulma turned crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm just a pathetic human female, I could ever dream of walking, talking, and listening; like you." She gave a fake bow and salute before turning back around and walking.
"Stop now, I command you wench."
Bulma stopped and turned glaring at the man. "Oh, yes master..." She bit her lip looking down as if in shame, then rolled her head to the side and smiled at Vegeta in a way he recognized as his own, twisted, painfilled, haunting, he could feel his heart skip a beat. "Do you want me now, right here?"
"More than you know." Vegeta returned the smile and received the finger. "Watch it."
"Why does it piss you off? Or does it turn you on you pathetic Sadistic, masochist?"
"Shut up!" Vegeta slapped Bulma once more, surprised she only stumped a few steps and laughed spiting blood on him as she did so.
"Thats right Vegeta-Kun, hit me, hit me harder if you like, hit me until you lose all you strength and I'm nothing but pulp and juice, bruise me, abuse me, rape me, hate me, cut me, kick me, hell throw me into the pit again if you feel like it, the pit of humans I condemned to death when I took the deal with the devil. Do what you will to me Vegeta-Kun, but remember, I Will Have My Revenge In The End, hell hath no furry like a womans scorn. If you'll shut up now, I'm going to find my sister" Bulma turned going to continue on her way.
"Bitch, you'll pay for you insolence. No one speaks to King Vegeta in such a way, No one." Bulma turned to speak, but the last thing she saw was a light of gold.
Bulma awoke in her own bed dressed in nothing more than bandages, Chichi sleep on the floor, looking a few days old. Bulma sat up and slowly placed her legs on the ground, she took hold of the nightstand and stood on shaky legs, refusing to cry in pain, she bit her dry lip and made her way to the bathroom. Once she was washed up she reentered the room finding Vegeta sitting on the bed. "Awake at last my pet?"
"Go to hell, my beast"
"You'd better be nice to be or I'll kill you this time."
"Good, let me be meaner."
"Shut up wench" Vegeta watched her sit on the other side of the bed and rolled over pulling her down on the bed to lay, Bulma winced but refused to do more and Vegeta looked over her wounds. "They don't look half bad" He spoke in a soft voice with his slight edge. Vegeta smirked up at the Queen and Bulma rolled her eyes as he pinned her down, she glanced to the floor finding Chichi still asleep, and hoping she remained so.
Vegeta remained in his state of visiting his wife for a month while Bulma resented each moment she found herself drawn to the brute, why did he act like he did? Surly it could not be because of his childhood, Queen Roxanna was charming and usually quiet friendly, King Vegeta hardly spoke to her but was a little commanding, nothing like her Vegeta...
Bulma awoke feeling sick and nervous, she headed to the sick wing and had a check up, after her exam she waited to hear what the doctor had to say.
"You are infact with child." He took a seat and looked at the once beautiful girl, he was one of the few human doctors around and had served her family for many years, he had no doubt she was killing herself because of the King and wondered how she would take this news... To his surprise she laughed, then started to cry covering her face and rocking lightly. He stood leaving the room... as much as he knew she was not to blame for the choice everyone thought was a good one, he had still lost his wife, mother, father, and three girls; in one way or another.
Bulma dried her eyes and dressed looking herself over a minute then going to find Vegeta. She stood by the door and waited for a guard to acnologe her, before growling as they stared blankly at her. "Open the fucking door you invasaul." Bulma smacked the closest guard and the other spoke in a slightly mocking tone.
"The King is in meeting."
"The Queen wishes his audience in a important announcement."
"Nothing is to disturb him."
"Really? Well how about this, you open the door, tell him I want to speak to him or I will." Bulma took a step forward and was grabbed by the upper arm. "Tell me, have you ever witnessed the Kings wrathed?" Bulma smiled in a evil yet sexy way.
"Yes, M'Lady. Thus I will not let anyone enter."
"You'd stop me by force." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"Very well then do it, and when I'm in the hospital crying over the loss of my first child, and King Vegeta is tearing you limb from limb; I'll pity you." Bulma wrapped a arm over her stomach and held her head high. "So take a hit, he'll never notice over his own bruises."
The guard blinked and looked at the other one who shrugged and lightly brushed sweat from his face.
"Go on then, do it." Bulma smiled lightly and the guard turned his back to her entering the room, she waited in the hall for her cue.
"I said no interruptions!" The icy King smacked the guard hard.
"Sorry sire, Queen Bulma wishes a moment of your precious time, she claims it to be important." He left out the fact he knew what it was about, for the King didn't know yet of his son growing inside his wife.
"Tell her to leave."
"Not to second judge you but maybe you should hear this..." The guard looked down, away from the staring King
"Excuse me!" King Vegeta laughed lightly at the guard. "Fine bring her in, let her tell everyone. You'd better hope it's worth it, I'll kill you if not." Vegeta looked at the circle of royalty and felt his face flush as his father glared at him.
Bulma entered behind the guard who bowed to her and turned leaving once more. Bulma smiled to the King of Vegeta and Namik, bowing as they did too. She then bowed to her Vegeta in respect though feeling none. "I did wish to speak to you alone, Beloved. But since you have no spear time for me I'm glad to share the news with our honored guests." Spoken like a respected wife, so she thought through her lies.
"Well do go on, Beloved." He smirked as she twitched.
"King Vegeta, I bring new that you will soon have a son, to whom I bear, not your many concubines - oh, I forgot you kill them to soon." Bulma glaed lightly and Vegeta blinked a minute silent even through her out burst. "Oh, and I ran some blood tests and checked a few samples of DNA, there is a good chance this child will be a male as far as we can tell in the science wing there is only a 20 chance it will be a female, and a 30 chance of a natural miscarriage... Though I think when it comes to how careless you are we should make that a 90 chance of a miscarriage." Bulma smiled.
Vegeta grew tired of her mouth and glared at her, his father cough snapped him from his plans and he gave a quick nod dismissing her.
The King of Vegeta spoke quickly though and stood glass in hand. "To my lovely daughter-" Bulma smiled and looked down. "May you bear me many granddaughters after this son."
Bulma smiled. "Don't hold your breath." She bowed and left the room, Bulma left to find Chichi, she smiled seeing her sister in the garden pulling healing roots and humming lightly. Bulma took a seat on the soft dirt packed ground and smiled at Chichi who winced at her lovely sisters bruised face, she touched it lightly and Bulma caught her hand.
"Chichi, I need you now." Tears filled Bulimia's eyes. "I'm... I'm pregnant." She whispered. "I don't want Vegeta's baby I could never love a child of his, knowing he will grow up to be part of this world, the world his father created through death and pain. To have him tainted by that blood... Help me Chichi."
"Bulma, my beloved sister... You ask me to destroy not only your child, my blood but the Kings. A child of two worlds. To kill a bit of you, mother, father... Myself. I don't know if I can handle that Bulma."
"Chichi, you..." Bulma lied on the ground and smiled. "I know, you were always so much stronger than me."
"Bulma, you've changed." Chichi laid her head on her sisters stomach and held a hand over the lower area as if feeling the baby. "You are so much stronger then me, Goku was there... He say what the King did to you, throwing you into the pit... I wouldn't have came out, I couldn't have."
"What good it did me."
"Goku said... That he had never saw the King look at anyone the way he did you that day, besides... His father. He grew... more attached to you."
"Attached? No, he is not attached, he is drawn because he loves to beat me, to break me, to punish me...This is not attachment, it is not love! It is twisted, freaky, sadistic, it is punishment for a crime in another life, it is not natural. How could I ever love a man who throws me into a pit of human corpses he just killed! Children, elderly, young people... Our own age. Friends, family,enemies, strong fighters and the weak they protect. HOW, I ask you ChiChi-Kun?"
Bulma calmed down some as the wind blew swirls of flower petals and Chichi's tears seeped into her dress But, it was different Chichi was correct, she was stronger now, her grudge pushed her to be stronger, she knew she had to remain intack to destroy the beast.
"I don't think you should have married him, now." Chichi's voice was of a child, Bulma looked at her and remembered her age.
"Don't worry my little Chichi, you'r sister will always watch out for you, go on with what you were doing and let me up, I have things to do." Bulma smiled and Chichi blinked then wiped her tears and sat up, Bulma stood and walked out of the small courtyard, once out of sight from Chichi and any guards she sled down the wall and stared off into space.
Chichi bit her lip and held back tears. "I'm sorry Bulma, but you will need that child to take my place." Chichi looked at her pocket and pulled out the slip of orders from Vegeta, two years was a long time.
Bulma made it to the dinning table to find Vegeta all alone, she took her seat at his side and laid the napkin across her lap then took a drink of water.
"I have news you will like." Vegeta watched her lightly.
"You've caught some unknown disease and will die by tomorrow."
"Close."
"Next week?"
"Humorous, but no." Vegeta took a drink and Bulma watched him
"Well go on."
"Not until you apologize."
"I'm sorry I was rude, now please carry on with your news, Darling."
"Tomorrow, I'll be leaving with the of age humans and a third of the sayian army to train the humans, I will be gone two years. Though it is not my death I see you are happy. I will not return at all during this time, and my orders will be sent through phone each day, also you will not be permitted to leave the castle at all during these years."
Bulma frowned but then smiled. "I can live with that so long as you don't come back, and please don't rush yourself." Bulma took the glass of water with shaky hands and dropped it, the glass cut into her hand and upper leg.
"Clumsy girl." Vegeta took her hand softly and removed the glass wrapping his napkin around it after licking the blood off Bulma watched him and looked away, "What is it?"
"For a moment, I pictured a happy family... Then the eyes of a dead girl felled my vision." Bulma took her hand back and stood up quickly. "Excuse me, I feel sick." She rushed from the room.
Vegeta watched her leave, he threw his glass at the wall and stood turning over the table in his mad state.
Bulma awoke to the sayian dressers pulling the blinds open in her room, she stood and let them dress her, they hardly ever did so, but when they did it was on order. So Vegeta wanted her present, she could put on one last show for him.
Bulma walked down the hall and out into the fresh air, her child would be a fall baby, a child of the month of death and Vegeta's child to boot. Bulma looked up as she approached Vegeta, Chichi stood by Goku and Vegeta smirked lightly, "My pet." He embraced her forcing her to kiss him, he let her go and she glared at him before looking at the crowd, they looked back in hate. She held in the urge to scream that she was still one of them, like them, that she had seen his ways first hand... But they wouldn't care, it'd still be her fault... They needed someone to hate as it was.
"I forgot to tell you yesterday." He nodded to Chichi. "She will be going."
"For what point?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you have enough toys Vegeta, and I will kill myself and child if you take my sister as a toy."
"I wouldn't think of it, she's been used." He added and smirked as Bulma hissed. "Be a good girl while I'm away, and maybe I'll leave again sooner next time."
"Promise to never come back and I'll be the best girl ever." Bulma whispered in his ear as he hugged her once more.
"Leave." He pushed her away but gabbed her waist and held a hand over where the baby was, feeling for the slightest sign of it's energy.
Bulma blushed as she felt eyes on her. "Vegeta...Vegeta." She pulled away and waved to chichi who waved back. Bulimia's heart broke, but she remained strong. She had no doubt he'd keep his word about Chichi, he liked her, in a way that was respectful.
Bulma sunk into a depressed state, though no one noticed since no one in the castle really cared. Queen Roxanna visited and called often during the months of her daughter in laws marriage and made herself present at the birthing, holding Bulimia's hand and soothing her, Bulma gave birth to a beautiful baby boy who weighed 9 pounds and 8 ounces, had a full set of black spiky hair and one black eye one blue. The baby was healthy, but had drained a lot of Bulimia's energy she ended up asleep for a week in a nightmarish fit.
The Queen of Vegeta stayed with the baby and blue hairedbeauty until she grew strong once more. Queen Roxanna presented the baby to Vegeta via communications for his name and informed him of Bulimia's state, though he merely grunted she caught a glimpse of relive.
"His name?" Queen Roxanna held the innocent close and ran a finger down his defined nose, one he got from Vegeta, it was a stupid question.
"Vegeta Jr." Vegeta Sr snorted, "He'll one day rule what his father leaves him."
"Don't count him short, or your self to big. This child will not merely follow in your blood covered foot prints, I see he will be powerful." Queen Roxanna looked up at the screen and shook her head. "Though to much like you." She turned leaving the room as he began to give the guards orders.
Bulma took care of the child herself instead of having a nurse for him, she keep him in her own room and took him with her wherever she went, he was keep in his carrier as she exercised and sat at her side when she ate. She grew calmer and a little of herself came back when Vegeta did not turn at the end of the year, but woke in dreams of him coming for the chills blood.
He was a fast learner and by his first birthday had began to walk and speak broken words, trying to forum sentences. Bulma was happier when with him then she had been in a long time, she would curl up next to him in bed some nights when she feared Vegeta's return.
Though nothing could stop it.
Vegeta came home and ordered the child to have his own room, he fought with Bulma over the matter and ended up getting in a fist fight; surprised as hell when she struck first landing a few good punches and bruising him along with busting his lip, though he hit back and knocked her down.
Bulma laid in bed nursing a broken heart after Vegeta left from his welcome home night, she looked at the floor and realized she had been foolish to be happy in his time away, it had given her hope and turned her soft.
Bulma shook her head and stood dressing quickly, new bruises covered her body. Having dressed in a light sundress she headed out to find Vegeta Jr. to her surprise she found him playing with his father in his new room. Vegeta Sr. sat on the floor holding out a toy car and the baby reached for it glaring lightly as it was removed from his grasp, he yelled and threw a ball at his father, who caught it with a look of surprise, the baby grabbed the car and hurried over to his mother, who smiled and picked him up walking over to the sitting King, she kneeled down and turned Vegeta Jr to face his father.
"Vegeta, this is your father." Bulma kissed the babys head and smiled at Vegeta Sr. who merely looked tired of this game. The boy looked his father over a moment before raising his head up and laughing, then throwing the car at his daddy's face. Vegeta Sr. caught the car and used his energy to destroy it.
Bulma pulled the baby away from him glaring daggers at him, she rested Vegeta Jr. on her hip and stood "Give him to me." Vegeta commanded.
"Oh yes, you just destroyed a toy; let me hand over my baby." Bulma hissed.
"He's mine." Vegeta growled.
"Yes, he is. He has the only part of you I'll ever love inside him, what DNA you added." Bulma twirled around and headed for the door.
"Wench! Give me MY Son."
"Momma." Vegeta Jr. Spoke looking up as tears hit his forehead.
"Why? Why did you have to come back." Bulma twirled facing Vegeta Sr. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to deserve this treatment I hate you Vegeta, don't you dare take this child from me"
"Stupid woman, I'll give him back." He hissed holding out his arms.
"You swear?" Bulma looked at the man with scission.
"Yes."
Bulma carefully handed Vegeta Jr. to his dad and watched as the King held him up in the air looking into his eyes. "He would be perfect without that one blue eye."
"I have blue eyes" Bulma pointed out and crossed her arms over her chest
"Really I thought they were orange." Vegeta snorted and held the baby close to his chest.
"He needs feed."
"He's already heavy."
"He's a baby." Bulma smiled pinching his cheek as Vegeta held him tight.
Bulma awoke to a strange feeling in her gut, Vegeta had been back for nearly two months and she wondered when he would leave again Vegeta Jr. loved to walk behind his father when he could catch him in the hall or before bed, and though Vegeta pretended to be annoyed by the act; Bulma could swear he would walk down the hall three times instead of just the once as he did before. She watched the two from afar not wanting to get in the way of them, Vegeta Jr. still fund the time for his mother and called for her many times when Vegeta Sr. got to rough.
This morning she felt uneasy, she dressed and headed down the hall to check on the baby, then headed to the medical wing to get checked out. The doctor was a sayian who took care not to upset the Queen, and keep his touching to a minimum, he smiled and spoke in a soft polite voice.
"M'Lady, I happily give you the news of a new child."
"Thank you." Bulma sighed and stood dressing once more, she headed to the science lab to find out what the percents were. Once done she left to find Vegeta and smiled seeing Vegeta Sr. holding Vegeta Jr. asleep in a rocking chair. She walked over quietly and kissed the baby, both awoke and looked at her rather rudly.
"What is it woman." Vegeta laid the child down on the cribs bed.
"Vegeta..." Bulma waited until he looked at her then she spoke in a quiet voice. "I'm going to have another child." She watched his blank stare a moment then added. "There is a 85 chance it is a girl, 15 chance of a miscarriage of natural cause."
"A girl though?"
Bulma nodded, "Yes, most likely- we'll know for sure in a few months."
"Very well." He dismissed the conversation and Bulma rolled her eyes getting mad. "What now?'
"I'm so glad we both want this child so much Vegeta." Bulma said in sarcasm.
"What should I say?" Vegeta contoured. "I'm glad you will have another child? I always wanted a daughter?" He laughed lightly.
"No, that'd scare me more. Thats what a person would say, but we all know the Great Vegeta is no mere human, he is the devil- " Vegeta cut her off with a slap.
Bulma held her face and nodded. "Of course, you never could fight with words, admit the truth; you are The archfiend.
Vegeta smirked and shrugged "I am what I am, that is all I can ever be." He stood and left the room glaring at the woman before closing the door.
A few days pasted before the two spoke again. "I have news for you, pet." Vegeta spoke as the walked down the steps, he stopped and she did so too a step below him. "I'll be leaving you for a long time, I'll be returning off and on, though not for you, five years I will be gone."
"Oh, Vegeta." Bulma beamed throwing herself into his chest and hugging him tightly. "Is it our anniversary?"
"No. But, remember I'm Satan."
"What is it?" Bulma pulled away
"I'm taking Vegeta Jr with me, I'll be training him."
"What!" Bulma swung fists at Vegeta as she held back tears screaming 'no'.
Vegeta laughed and caught her fieast. "Shut up wench" He nudged her and she kicked him below the belt. In a twist of gravity and mishap, Bulma tumbled down the stairs, landing on the floor level with a thud, her body unmoving.
Upon waking up Bulma felt her stomach and groaned, tears in her eyes She thought of the last thing she had said about wanting the child and covered her face, she did want the child, she wanted her daughter more than anything now... Vegeta Jr. did the bastered take her son?
Bulma stood running from the room to check on her son, he was not there and neither was the King. Bulma feelt herself snap, she could see nothing but rage. The sayian race was behind this, the human race, she was behind this, the guards, the -
"Hehehehe, he already left." Bulma faced the girl who spoke, she stood by Vegeta's private room of concubines, they stood in the hall dressed in hardly anything and laughing at her. She watched as the girl who spoke came closer, Bulma stood tall her blue eyes cutting the girl down to size, blue crystal but the wenches continued to laugh. "He left days ago, with the Prince. After he had a visit with us, and after he taught you a lesson about speaking back. Maybe next time he'll kill you and I'll be queen.Hehehe."
"Really? A concubine Queen, interesting." Bulma gave a smile worthy of Vegeta and walked over to them, she tossed her wavy blue hair out of her face and pouted lightly "You do have clearer skin then me, but thats because the King didn't bruise you there."
"Because he loves me." She smiled.
Bulma eyes narrowed. "You insolent fool! You dare mock your Queen!" Bulma managed to gather her strength and hit the girl knocking her back into the others blood poured from her nose and lip, a few teeth landed on the ground."You've been permitted to long in my home. The King forgets to destroy his playtoys, so this is the last favor I will do for the King." Bulma turned to the guards who looked shocked, getting a glimpse of what they though their King saw. "Death. To All. The. Kings. Concubines!" The guards stared at her a moment before moving as she yelled. "DO IT!"
"...Yes, M'lady." They attacked the girls using little force. Bulma watched the scene with no expression, she turned to a guard once he was finished.
"I want to talk to the King."
"He won't speak to you, M'Lady." Raditz sighed bowing as he walked into the scene of blood, he looked at Bulma with a expression of wonder. Blood splattered the Queens body, her face had dots of the liquid and yet she seemed not to notice.
"I'm sure, one way or another he will have to face me for this."
Bulma returned to her room, she let her hair down and smiled, he had ordered her not to cut it, so she did- She sliced it all off forming it into a pixie style cut, much like that of the sayian women fighters.
Bulma headed to the science wing and started on her goal, she would talk to the king... even if it killed her.
Having into the ships communication system wasn't that hard but waiting for King Vegeta to answer killed her, she held her heart and waited, trying twice before he answered angry. Bulma stood dressed in her sayian royalty dress, face painted much like the sayian royalty and mixed with the 'Egyptian' style. His face twisted into furry.
"Save it." Bulma hissed at him and picked up a object from behind her, she tossed it into the floor so he could see it " You forgot something." Vegeta looked at the object and laughed hard.
"So you finally grew some nerve." He clapped lightly looking at the head of a concubine.
"I want my son." Bulma crossed her arms over her chest. "You already killed my daughter."
A look of pain and hate felled Vegeta's face and Bulma smiled sweetly. "That wasn't my fault." Vegeta hissed.
"Of course not, you never wanted her anyways." Bulma spoke words that looked more painful to Vegeta then her slap.
"Shut up." He commanded. "He's my son, and he will return in five years."
"He. Will. Be. Returned. Now." Bulma spat. She moved over to a computer. "Tell me Vegeta, did you ever wonder who made those ships you ride in? Sure Sayians have had space ships since before Earth became allies, but; my father and I improved all of the Sayian technology. Tell me, will the door open?"
Vegeta glared but tried it out. "No." He smirked. "My pet you may make me proud yet, but not today." Vegeta laughed as the guards entered and contained Bulma, though he watched where they touched her.
"You Bastered, give me my son!" Bulma fought to no avail.
Vegeta smiled lightly but did not speak, he turned the communication outlet off and yawned looking over to his son, who sleep in the small pod, the two year old was being taught of war and tactics as he sleep, Vegeta found his way into the remaining pod and sleep too, soon they would fight as father and son, a chance he never got.