The Worlds Smartest

This Is The Enforcer Speaking,

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She didn't know how long she'd been asleep when she opened her eyes but Bulma was sure it hadn't been long enough. It was the cold that woke her. Vegeta was no longer holding her. Instead, he lay on his back, sheets bunched low around his hips. Bulma could just make out his features in the low lighting.

Bulma swallowed. She hadn't had a chance to get a real good look at his body before but she wanted to see it now. Her hands itched to pull the sheets off of him but was it right to do it? If she was truly going to embrace her fate then the answer was yes.

Wrapping her hand in the sheets Bulma gave a gentle tug. The fabric slid off of him with a soft hiss. His musculature was no surprise, he hardly wore clothing while training but his manhood was what drew her gaze. Even soft he was large. Bulma also discovered that the Saiyan trait of no body hair applied to these bits as well.

But she wanted to see him hard and she was going to have to make him that way. Glancing up at his face to make sure he was still asleep Bulma reached out and ran her fingers along his shaft.

Vegetas skin was like silk under her hands. At first she just trailed her fingers gently across his length but then she moved them over the head and down to his balls. She cupped him in her hand, rolled his balls gently between her fingers. He'd grown firmer underneath her touch but he wasn't truly hard. Not yet.

Her body shook slightly. She wanted to taste him. Too feel him with her tongue. Throwing one last look at his sleeping face Bulma leaned down and took him into her mouth.

He didn't stay soft long as she sucked on him, taking him as far down her throat as she could before pulling back and teasing the tip of him with her tongue. Bulma cupped his balls in one hand and wrapped the other around his shaft as she worked him gently with her mouth.

She knew the moment he woke up. Felt his awareness surge through her, his desire, his pleasure, blew through her like a hot wind.

Vegeta gasped, arching his body into her and buried his hands in her hair. Bulma couldn't help herself. She looked up into his eyes and stared him down as she continued her work. God she wanted him. Wanted him to come in her mouth. She sucked hard, watched his eyes close and his head fall back against the pillow his breath ragged and fast. He moved his hand from her hair to the bed and grabbed handfuls of sheet.

He was close, so close, Bulma could feel it and with one last flick of her tongue he came, pouring himself into her mouth. She swallowed his seed as Vegeta cried out his release and his hands tore the sheets on either side of them.

Girls she'd known had always talked about this and how it was demeaning but in that moment Bulma knew the truth. It was power.

Hands pulled her up off of his body. Bulma gasped as Vegeta spun her and trapped her beneath him. His mouth found hers and she could feel him still hard against her thigh. How was he still hard? Saiyan stamina Bulma guessed.

Wordlessly he slid inside of her. Bulma arched up to meet him and as they became one nothing else in the universe mattered.

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"Our uniforms will hide the marks." Vegeta said as he pulled on his standard black and silver armor.

Bulma stared at his back as she battled with herself. The logical side of her brain knew that he must have a good reason for wanting to cover up the marks. Two had healed into pales scars but the other was a brilliantly colored wound on her neck.

Hell she didn't really want anyone to know herself. Yet some new, alien, part of her was offended at his comments of hiding the marks between them. The feeling churned inside of her. An odd mix of anger and sadness and the more Vegeta talked about how important it was to hide their mating from everyone the worse it got. It didn't make any sense.

"Woman." Vegetas voice snapped her out of her thoughts but the feeling still ran through her. Bulma continued staring at her hands and the uniform she held in them.

"What?" She snapped.

"Look at me." He commanded. Bulma clinched her jaw not wanting to admit to him what was going on inside of her. But of course he could feel it. She wasn't good enough at blocking her emotions from him yet even though they'd spent the better part of the day working on it. He, however, had proved to be excellent at the subject.

She heard him move across the room and then he grabbed her jaw in his hand and turned her face up to him. Impatience was etched across his features.

"What you are feeling is a backlash of our binding." He looked her in the eyes. "It is more Saiyan than human but you have to understand."

"That you are embarrassed by your weak human mate. I know." Bulma pulled her face away from his hand. "I get it."

What was wrong with her? She didn't even want him and now she was pissed about this? She confused even herself.

"I'm being stupid Vegeta don't worry about it." Bulma stood from her place on the bed and pushed pasted the Saiyan.

Vegeta reached out and snagged her arm as she went by spinning her around to look at him.

"It's for your own safety." He growled. "I have been trying to explain to you that everything in our society-"

"Your society Vegeta not mine." Bulma cut him of, nearly shouting.

"It is yours now too and everything in it is based strength. The strongest wins and as my mate and future Queen of Vegetasai you will be challenged by other females who believe you aren't strong enough to hold the position."

The only reason Bulma didn't fall over was Vegetas grip on her arms. All the blood drained from her face and the room spun. Her knees gave out and Vegeta caught her weight before gently setting her back down on the bed.

It hadn't occurred to her yet the true implications of being bound to Vegeta. Sure she'd been freaked out about being eternally stuck with the Prince of all Assholes but the thought that she'd also become the Queen one day just hadn't dawned on her.

Not to mention that from the sound of things she would be continually challenged by the women of this race. Saiyan women. She was so dead and having just decided to live it was not a pleasant thought.

"That is why I want to hide our bond for now woman. I need the extra time to train you, we are just lucky I have already been training you for the past few months." He crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at her.

"I don't want to be Queen." Bulma whispered.

"You don't really have a choice any more. Luckily for you our females aren't nearly as strong as our males. You can do this but you have to be fierce and ruthless. You're going to have to kill your challengers and it's going to need to be messy. Make them fear you and the challenges will stop. If you do not they will come again and again until someone gets he better of you and you die."

Bulma looked up at him. The unspoken part of things was that if she died he might die too. Bulma believed he was strong enough to live through her death but she could be wrong.

"So what now?" She asked.

"We have a meeting to attend to about assisting one of our allies and then we go talk to my Mother." Vegeta said.

"What?" Bulma shrieked. Vegeta winced at the sound.

"Must you always scream like a harpy?" Vegeta snarled at her.

"Did you just call me a harpy?" Bulma stood up and glared at him. "And what do you mean we talk to you Mother?"

Bulma didn't relish the idea of speaking to the Queen about their situation.

"Nearly everything I have done with you was at the bequest of my Mother. Capturing you, keeping you here with me and training you. You can thank her for the head start in your training." Vegeta took a step closer to her brushing his body against hers. "She also happens to be a Seer."

Her body reacted almost instantly to his light touch.

"Stop distracting me." She said and tried to back up but was trapped between him and the bed. Bulma had been wondering about all of the above. Now it started to make a little more sense. "What is a Seer?"

"She sees things in the future. Some of our people have the gift but it is rare." Vegeta said as he closed the distance between them and confirmed Bulmas suspicions.

Bulma couldn't help herself as she rose up on her toes to kiss him. They ate hungrily at each other but Vegeta pulled away with a snarl and moved across the room.

"Don't do that again or we're not going to be leaving this room any time soon." Bulma gasped between breaths trying to calm herself.

"We have to show face or people will begin to ask questions." Vegetas voice was harsh as he too tried to bring himself back down. "And then I will have to start killing people."

Coldness had crept into his voice. Their was the Vegeta Bulma had first met. Lurking just below the surface. She shuddered on the inside hoping he didn't ever turn that voice in her direction again.

"Right." Bulma said and finished dressing. Quickly.

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It felt odd stomping around the halls with Vegeta trying to pretend like everything was normal. Because it so wasn't. Bulma had to constantly focus on her mental shields or else Vegetas emotions started leaking on to hers and he would have to shield harder against her emotions which stressed him out and him being stressed was stressing her.

Shit.

Bulma followed him towards the Black Room as she'd decided to call it but she was beginning to feel more and more alarmed the closer they got until she had to stop moving.

Vegeta stopped and looked at her.

"Woman." He growled. "We don't have time for this."

"You're the Prince. Make time." She watched Vegeta glance around as she spoke. "What is your problem?" She asked.

"You." Vegeta deadpanned.

"Besides that." Bulma crossed her arms.

"Some of the elites in this meeting are…unique." He paused before continuing. "Unique like the Queen."

"So they might figure it out?" Bulma made it a question.

"In so many words. Yes. No matter how hard we try to conceal it." He stressed the word "it". It being the giant bull's-eye now firmly placed on her back. Great.

"Well, there's nothing for it so just calm down."

"I am calm."

"The hell you are so just chill."

"Don't tell me what do woman."

Bulma opened her mouth to continue the argument but the Black Rooms door slid open and a tall Saiyan stuck his head out.

"Oh. There you are sire. Are you ready to begin?"

If it wasn't for the large scar on his face Bulma could have mistaken the man for Kakkorot. It had to be his Father but he looked so young.

"Yes." Vegeta said before shooting Bulma a warning glare and continuing down the hall and into the meeting.

Here goes nothing, Bulma thought, before following Vegeta into the room.

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The meeting drug on for hours, finally breaking up late into the evening. At fist it had all been exciting. Meeting the high ranking Saiyans, finding out about the planet they were trying to protect and the enemy they were going to come up against. Bulma even managed to put in a good suggestion here and there but after a while she grew bored.

As they Saiyans filed out Bulma noticed two Saiyans hanging back. One was Bardock, the man who'd Bulma had confirmed as Kakkorots Father and the other was a female named Pumika. The woman had been eyeballing Bulma the entire day and Bulma was a touch nervous about why she was staying behind.

Pumika was taller than Bulma by a head with shoulder length spiky black hair and brown eyes. Saiyans didn't seem to have much variation by way of coloring.

It wasn't long before only the four of them were left in the room. Bulma moved to stand from her seat at the table but Vegeta gave a small shake of his head, stopping her in her tracks. Tension sang through her body as she fought to sit normally in her chair.

"What?" Vegeta asked.

Bardock spoke first.

"I am here to witness." His voice was like a darker version of Kakkorots.

Bulma felt Vegeta tense ever so slightly beside her a second before Pumika spoke.

"I can sense the bond between you and the human. I do not believe she is strong enough to hold her position. I offer challenge." Her voice was rough as if she didn't speak often.

"If you kill me you may kill your Prince as well." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"If he is not strong enough to withstand your death than he is not strong enough to lead us."

Shit. Bulma thought. She looked over at Vegeta. He sat expressionless.

"You must accept the challenge." Vegeta said quietly. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before turning back to look at Pumika.

"I accept." Bulma sat up straight as she said.

"Name your terms." Pumika growled. Bulma felt like a dear in the headlights. She didn't have a clue what she was supposed to be doing.

"I speak for my mate." Vegeta leaned forward and stared at Pumika. "She chooses blades. The challenge will take place at 2200 in the onboard arena."

"Agreed." Pumika accepted the terms.

"Witnessed." Bardock said.

Pumika saluted Vegeta in the standard fashion, right arm across her chest, fist meeting her left shoulder, before turning and leaving the room.

"What just happened?" Bulma asked.

"You just agreed to fight Pumika to the death in two hours. You each will be allowed one blade. When challenged you get to decide if you want weapons or not, we allow everything but Ki guns or Ki in enhancing weapons. Next you pick the time and place of the battle within the next 12 standard hours following the challenge. By sundown if on planet." Vegeta answered her. His eyes closed and a hand on his head. "I didn't know that Pumika possessed any talents. I was actually more worried about you Bardock."

"I rather like the human sire and I have seen what greatness she may bring us if she can stay alive."

"Right." Bulma said slowly. "Don't suppose you could clear that up at all?"

Bardock only smiled at her. Great.

Vegeta stood and drew Bulma up along side him.

"Contact the Queen and King. They must be informed of these events if the Queen does not already know. I had intended to speak to them about this matter myself but as it is…" He shook is head. "I trust you will be able to handle it in my stead Bardock."

Bulma found herself lead out of the room by Vegeta and into the hall. Things were different now. Saiyans paused to glance at them as they walked by, some so caught up in the staring that they forgot to salute their Prince.

They remained silent until alone in their room.

"Vegeta what-" Bulma started but was cut off by Vegetas mouth on hers his hands pulling her armor off, his movements frenzied. He pushed her against the closed door and there was no more time for talk.

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It seemed like hours later that they soaked in Vegetas tub together. The room was hot and full of steam. Vegeta washed her, slowly, while speaking.

"It is tradition to mate and bath together before battle. It reminds us of what we fight for." He spoke as he rinsed soap from hair. Those were the only words he spoke during their bath.

Bulma kept silent as he washed her, then lifted her from the bath and dried her carefully. She was terrified but shielding as hard as she could from the Prince. The last thing he needed to know was just how scared she was.

After he'd dried her Vegeta walked her out of the bathroom and into the main room where he dressed her himself. Pulling her suit gently over her bare flesh followed by armor, boots, gloves and finally he tied her sword to her waist. The suit was different than her other ones done in the colors of Vegetas with the royal crest on the same side as Vegetas. It was royal armor and Bulma knew it but there was nothing for it, it was just another part of accepting her new life.

"If you get the chance to kill her do it woman. Do not offer up any other mercy but death. Give her no quarter." Vegeta broke the silence. His eyes burned into hers. "Do you understand me? Kill her and kill her quickly."

Kill her. Could she do it? Yes. The answer came to her quick and simple. Bulma nodded at Vegeta.

"You have me word."

Their lips met again briefly before they left the room and headed towards the battlefield.

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A/N: Again, sorry this took so long, next chapter should hopefully be out faster. Thanks again for everyone who sticks by me.

-The Enforcer