The Worlds Smartest
Chapter 13: The First Battle
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This is The Enforcer speaking,
I'm back with this story again. I make no promises for regular updates but this is a story that just can't die. It is hard to believe I haven't updated it in four years. I'm afraid my tone will have change or the direction I wish to take it may be different. However, I will keep plucking away at it and I hope that those who read it will enjoy whatever it is that I have to offer.
Now on to the story…
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Bulma watched the yellow planet approach through the windows of the throne room. She stood next to Vegeta as he glared out at the same planet. The one they'd made plans to defend just days before.
"We don't have time for this." He grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms. The Prince had increasingly been anxious to arrive at Vegetasai.
They weren't alone in the room. The elite warriors of the ship milled around behind them. Listening in to the discussion.
"But they are our allies." Bulma said with a matter of fact tone to her voice.
"But they are our allies." Vegeta agreed with a sigh and turned back to his people.
"Every one of you has been briefed on the criticality of this mission. If we do not retain control of this planet then I will be forced to destroy it along with our allies trapped on planet and most importantly the vital natural resources of the planet. Go show the enemy the true might of the Saiyan Empire. We will be falling into orbit in twenty minutes, we will reach the drop zone ten minutes after that. Return with honor or do not return at all."
"We swear it." The warrior's said in unison as they saluted, right fist to left shoulder and filed out, heading for the planetary entrance pods.
"I'm going with them." Vegeta said. Bulma wasn't surprised. She'd expect no less from Vegeta.
"And I'm going with you." Bulma replied. She was going with them no matter what he said.
"No. You're not." He turned on her.
"Want to bet on how hard it's going to be to keep me on this tin bucket without you being here watching over me like a hawk?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes. Bulma clinched her jaw and raised her chin. There was absolutely no way in the seven hells she was staying on ship while he went into battle. She let her shield drop allowing him to feel her determination.
The Prince let out a low level growl that vibrated across her skin.
"Growl all you want Prince. I'm going with you."
Vegeta turned his back on her and stalked up to the windows.
"Don't turn your back on me Vegeta. How am I supposed to rule by your side over a warrior race if you sequester me away like some delicate flower? If I am to be your Queen you need to start treating me like it!" Bulma screamed the last at him.
The speed with which he whipped around on her caused Bulma to take a step back. A black fire burned in his eyes and he pinned her with that gaze.
"Fine." Vegeta growled. "But first-" He reached out and grabbed Bulma. Dragging her against him his lips crashed down on hers and she recalled the Saiyan pre-battle tradition.
Armor fell around them as Vegeta stripped them both and guided them to his throne. The Prince sat and Bulma crawled naked into his lap. With a bold move she reached between them, grasped his manhood and impaled herself upon him. Vegeta groaned in her ear as she struggled to fit him in her body from the new angle. Bulma forced herself down onto the thick shaft until he was fully inside her.
Vegeta grasped her hips and thrust up. His cock hit the end of her. The sensation was both pleasure and pain. Bulma cried out and began to rock her hips. Their movements were slow at first but as Bulma grew more confident her hips moved faster, harder. She gripped his shoulders so she could move more steadily on top of him.
Sweat slicked their bodies heightening the sensation of Bulmas nipples rubbing against Vegetas bare chest. Bulma could feel the heavy pleasure of her orgasm building deep within her.
"More." She said to Vegeta. "More. So close." Her voice held a note of desperation.
He tightened his grip on her ass and thrust hard into her. Bulma felt the brush of his tail between them and took in a shocked breath as she felt the tip of his tail rub her clit. As his tail continued it's ruthless circles he dipped his head to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. She felt the sharp sting of fangs and knew he had nipped her but she couldn't focus on that because he sucked on her nipple hard at the same moment.
The sensations were too much. They tore a scream from Bulma and her the orgasm hit her hard. Her muscles clinched down on Vegetas shaft as he continued thrusting into her.
"Look at me." Bulma pleaded as she dug her hands in his hair and drew his head away from her breast. Vegeta complied. Their eyes met just as he found his own release and neither looked away.
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Bulma had never been in a real battle before. Not one where she was actually fighting and not just running for her life and the shock of combat numbed her out. It was different from a single incident fight. Those were over fast, and they usually didn't involve explosions. But this battle had been going on for hours. Her arms felt like lead weights and her blade was covered in thick purple blood that didn't run like human or Saiyan blood. It clung to her blade in heavy rivulets, thick and tacky. She wanted to wipe the blade clean but there was no time and it still cut just fine.
Red dirt and sand filled the air as Ki balls roared by and burst into clouds of debris as they struck the ground or the buildings around them. Why was she here? The question pinged around in her brain as she turned to defend herself against another onslaught of attacks.
The answer, when it came, made her feel no better. She was here because she was to be Queen of Vegetasai someday. Queen of a warrior race and you did not rule a warrior race from behind a desk or on a throne. You ruled it from the front line with blood and sweat running down your face and in your eyes. You ruled it with your people, you warriors, turning their eyes towards you looking for orders. Looking for you to keep them alive.
For now they did not turn to her but to their Prince. She watched Vegeta lead his men and women in to and through combat with a steely reserve and unmatched grace. No weakness showed, not a hint of fear or worry that they would do anything except win.
When Bulma asked why Vegeta came and not the King he'd told her that it would soon be time for the King to step down. When the son out grew the father in strength he was either given the throne or took it. The former happened more often than the latter but there had been more than one king who'd left the throne as a pile of ash. However, the current King Vegeta felt no need to die for the throne, he knew it was time to hand over the kingship and by allowing Prince Vegeta to take the lead in combat he was preparing the race to accept him as the new ruler.
Bulma didn't feel like a future Queen, or a future military leader. She felt like just another soldier doing her best stay alive and complete the mission. It was an odd feeling, considering her experience in battle logistics and planning but planning a victory was a far different beast than physically ensuring the victory.
Day bled into night as they fought on the dusky red planet and before long the only lights came from the energy exploding around them.
The light purple aliens they fought seemed to come with an endless supply of energy and Bulma was beyond exhausted. Her left arm bled from a wound she'd taken early on and her strength was beginning to flag. Each Ki blast was weaker than the last and she worried that she didn't have much time left before she became a liability to Vegeta.
Another creature attacked her pushing her back. Bulma's strength wavered and she was hit hard with a Ki ball. It threw her back. She tumbled over and over before slamming into something hard. All the air went out of her lungs and for a moment she couldn't breathe.
"Watch yourself Woman." Vegeta's voice growled in her ear from behind. He'd caught her. "Get clear of the area. Now."
"What? Why?" Bulma asked.
"Because you're only human." He said before flying back off into battle.
The words stung when they should have made her proud. Yes, she was human and happily so, but that meant she was also too weak to truly stand by his side. Why had the fates bound them together?
Bulma clinched her jaw. There was no way she was going to run away. Not again. Not ever. She turned in the air prepared to fly back into the fighting.
That's when the moon rose.
The big glowing orange orb rose almost magically over the horizon. It was strange, one moment the battle raged and then everything paused as all eyes turned to the sky. The moon was full and round as a pregnant spider.
Vegeta was the first Saiyan to begin laughing. A deep guttural sound that grew deeper by the second. Others followed Vegeta's example. The deep laughter made the hair on Bulmas arms stand and then the laughter turned into roars. Black eyes turned red and it was like a scene out of a horror movie from Earth.
They began to change.
Bodies contorted and elongated as hair sprouted from every inch of skin. They changed, grew, into their beast. Bulma remembered reading about the Ozaru form but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of the Saiyan beast form. On Earth they hadn't bothered to take the Ozaru form, instead following the Sun around the planet as they waged their quick war. Earthlings were not worth the Saiyans time to shift forms.
As the beasts completed their transformation the real devastation began. Purple blood spilled in thick globs. Vegeta was the fastest moving of the Ozaru. He grabbed their enemy right out of the air and crunched them between his fangs like some kind of candy. He chewed, spit out the remains and then roared Ki out of his mouth and across the landscape. Destroying anything in his path.
It struck Bulma just what she was bound to, no matter how human he might sometimes seem Vegeta was not of her kind. She was not one of his kind and in that moment for some unknown reason that struck a deep cord of sadness in Bulma.
How could she ever hope to be accepted as his mate? To live a life of purpose? But she would try, she wouldn't run. With a scream Bulma dove back into the battle to continue picking off the enemy. She just had to make sure she dodged the Ozaru at the same time.
Time seemed to stand still as she flew between giant legs, and under sweeping arms to cut the enemy from the sky. She drove the invaders back with Ki into the waiting arms of the nearest Ozaru. This went on for an eternity. At least if felt that way. As if her life would always be this way. One fight after another until she died or they did.
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In his Ozaru form it was hard for Vegeta to focus on anything other than the death and destruction of his enemy but he felt it when his Woman rejoined the battle. Every Saiyan instinct in his body quivered to go after his mate to ensure her protection and get her the hell out of the line of fire but the rational part of his brain told him that his men needed him on the battlefield with them. He could not be seen as weak and running full bore after his mate mid fight just to kick her off the battlefield. It would destroy his credibility and hers. It could also get his soldiers killed.
They hadn't taken their strongest battalion with them on this trip. Vegeta had to stay until the battle was over. The planet they were on was called Shelkat and it was where most of the technology used by the Saiyans was produced. If Shelkat and its people fell into enemy hands it would cause serious harm to the Saiyan Empire. This planet had to be protected at all costs.
Vegeta reached out and plucked a pail purple alien out of the air and brought it up to his eye level.
"You will pay Saiyan; all of you will pay when the Emperor comes for you!"
Vegeta snarled in its face and bit off its head. Whatever.
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The battle ended with the dawn. Saiyans fell out of Ozaru form as the sun took the place of the moon but that was okay because the enemy was either dead or gone. Coming back from the transformation seemed leave the younger or weaker Saiyans near exhaustion. Bulma felt like she could sleep for a week. Everything hurt, and blood had dried in streaks across her face and in her hair; both hers and the enemies.
Bulma helped them back into their pods, and made sure the pods were set properly before letting them take off back to the mother ship. If a wound needed treating she treated it. If a Saiyan needed food or water she got it for them. This went on for what felt like hours.
Vegeta was the last to return to the launch zone having stayed behind to sweep the field. His uniform was dirty, covered in blood, both red and purple; he was dirty and a little bloody, but otherwise uninjured.
They faced each other, alone in the now empty landing zone with wind ripping through them. A chill had crept into her bones through the night and she shivered from the cold.
Bulma looked him briefly in the eyes before turning to walk to the pod. She didn't want to talk about how she'd disobeyed his order to leave the fight.
"Wait." He growled, voice rough around the edges. A hand wrapped around her arm and turned her back to face him. He looked down at her, eyes burning into hers. "It was your first battle, was it not?"
Bulma narrowed her eyes at the question but answered it with a nod.
"You will be honored at the feast." He bent slightly at the waist and pressed his lips to both sides of her throat, over the marks he'd made. Vegeta pulled back and looked down at her. "It is tradition that only battle blood Saiyans are allowed entrance to the feasts."
"Vegeta I'm a Human." Bulma looked away from him. She didn't want to be "Saiyanized" any further but at the same time she almost had to be or else she would never survive in her new life.
"You are a warrior. That is enough for me." Vegeta said before letting her go.
But would it be enough for his people? Bulma wondered.
Vegeta walked past her and lead the way back to the last Saiyan pod. As he closed them inside Bulma glanced back over the yellow planet and had a deep sense of foreboding. Something destiny altering had happened on this planet. She didn't know how she knew but she did.
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She was running late, having been stuffed into a regin tank by Vegeta before he'd let her out of his site. Bulma figured that was Vegeta's own unique way of worrying about her. Apparently the feasting happened within hours of returning to the ship despite exhaustion. Bulma wore the blue, white, and gold armor of the Vegeta family because she was his mate. All upper class warrior families had their own colors. Lower class Saiyans wore a standard issue set of white and brown armor.
The Chest plate was white, the straps gold, the suite blue, and the gloves and boots where white as well. She also wore a red cape. Bulma felt silly as hell and would rather have been in the black armor that she wore for everyday use or for mass combat. Only the King or Prince wore the royal colors into battle. It made him easier to find for his soldiers. If the enemy came after the Prince too because of his armor that was considered all the better. He was after all the strongest.
Vegeta was already in the throne room watching over the festivities when Bulma arrived. He sat leaned back in his throne, one leg tossed carelessly over the arm, and his head rested on his closed fist. A bored expression played across his face as he watched the rowdy crowd eat and drink.
Bulmas face heated up as she remembered what they had just so recently done in that throne.
Huge tables had been set up with long bench seats and food was piled high. Several intoxicated Saiyans were doing their best to play slightly medieval sounding music on strange looking instruments off in one corner.
It was when Bulma saw the servers that she froze. They were Humans. They were all attractive Human men and women. She saw the dark haired human named Chi-Chi being pulled into the lap of the idiot Saiyan Kakarot while his short bald friend Krillin stammered helplessly at a beautiful blond Human woman.
Rage flared as Bulma watch Kakarot hold Chi-Chi in his lap despite her wishes. Bulma took a step in their direction but had to draw to a halt as Vegeta suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Leave them be Woman." Vegeta said softly. Bulma opened her mouth to protest but he talked over her. "Look closer."
Bulma looked back at the two, straight up stared at them, until she saw it. It showed for just a second before the woman pulled her collar back up where it belonged but Bulma saw it; a single mark on Chi-Chi's throat.
"It seems," Vegeta said. "that we are not the only ones that the Gods have been toying with."
"Yeah." Bulma whispered. She watched Chi-Chi smile a quick secret smile at Kakarot before feigning anger and pulling free from his lap. "Heard he was dropped on his head as a baby. At least they get to keep their privacy and you're not telling me people are really going to care who that guy mates with?
Not like him. Bulma finished in her head. The entire planet cared who their Prince mated. Every move they made would be watched and she would be challenged constantly for her place at his side. Bulma imagined she would quite possibly die that way eventually.
"No, they will not care. Mating outside the species happens in the lower ranks at times, it is considered odd but harmless. Kakarot is already quite odd all on his own so no one will be surprised when it comes out." Vegeta glanced back at the two. "He asked my permission before mating her. It is the only reason I know."
A thought chilled Bulma. "Will she still have to fight in the games?"
Looking down at her Vegeta gave one slight nod. "Unfortunately, being mated to a Saiyan does not guarantee her safety. She must still earn her freedom."
"What about me?" Bulma asked.
"You were taken for another reason entirely, as we discovered and have never been slotted for the games. If she had been taken for any other reason than to be a competitor then she would be safe but that is not the case. We cannot set precedent for mating being a way out of the games. Imagine how that would end?"
It pissed.
"But it isn't like you can fake a bonding right?" Bulma growled.
"Well, no." Vegeta said.
"Then why can't it be a valid escape from the games? You said anyone bound to a Saiyan is guaranteed the same privileges and protections right?"
Vegeta frowned and Bulma could tell he didn't like being out witted.
"It just isn't done." He growled.
"Times change Vegeta and something's are just wrong. The games are wrong. They should be voluntary or...something." She turned her back on Vegeta and headed for the exit. She couldn't be a part of this, just couldn't sit around and pretend like she wasn't human. Fingers closed around her arm. Bulma was pulled to a stop.
"Listen, Woman, you can't just start making changes. Not yet. Once we rule then maybe but not yet." He glanced around sharply at the merry making and whispered. "I am having enough trouble making sure you stay alive as it is. So for once just listen to me. Sit down. Shut up. And Eat."
With that Vegeta force her over to a table and sat her down next to Kakarot's father before storming out. Bulma watched him go but did not follow. She was pissed and had a feeling he was keeping something from her. Soon after, plates of food began arriving.
While she ate Bulma could feel the eyes on her. The whispers tickled her ears but she couldn't quite make out what everyone was saying.
"Relax Bulma." It was Bardock who spoke. "They remember you from the battle, you are a human and the Princes mate. They are curious. Wouldn't you be?"
"People kill things they are curious about." Bulma answered, thinking about all the things dissected in the name of science.
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A/N: I appreciate any readers who have made it this far. It is crazy to think about the life's history that has happened to me while writing this. Please review if you have a few. I'm hoping that this time will be the time I stick with it until the end. Lots of Love.
-The Enforcer
