The Worlds Smartest

This Is The Enforcer Speaking,

LVR4Trunks-n-Vegeta, WildHeart44, and elianni. Thank you so very much for your reviews. This is a very old story of mine from way back and honestly I sort of lost track of where I was going with it, that's why this chapter took me a minute to put together because I had to get my thoughts gathered again. Not too much excitement in this one but I hope you enjoy some of he details in it.

I am very happy to have readers, as I say this is AU and the origin of the original Planet Plant is a little confusing so I'm making Vegetasai what I want it to be.

Now…On To The Story!

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Vegetasai looked different from space than Bulma imagined. With green waters, blue clouds and golden land it reminded Bulma of a pretty marble. She watched their approach from an isolated observation deck. Well away from the hustle of the Saiyans preparing for their arrival home.

It had been a month since the battle. Things had been off lately. Vegeta had avoided her except for extensive training for over a week.

For her part Bulma spent what time she wasn't being worked to near death by Vegeta training with her fellow Earthlings. They were vastly improved from the beginning of their journey five months before. It helped that Vegeta brought their quality of living up ten fold.

Bulma wasn't looking forward to their arrival. All it meant for her were more trials and perhaps unending battles. No new challengers had come forward since her previous match but there was a whole planet of people below who were going to be very disgruntled that a human was their Princes mate. Not to mention if someone wanted to kill Vegeta then killing her was easier and might just get the job done. She was an unending liability for him.

"So this is where you've been hiding." His voice made her jump and spin around with palms full of Ki raised.

It was Vegeta. She felt her face burn in embarrassment at being snuck up on.

"I wasn't hiding." She said as she turned away from him and looked back out the window.

"Don't lie to me woman." Vegeta said. He walked up behind her. She could feel him standing inches behind her. Bulma wasn't sure if she wanted to step away from him or into him in that moment. "The cape suites you." She felt him left it a little as if weighing it.

Truthfully Bulma felt like a complete idiot in the cape.

"You've been avoiding me Vegeta." Bulma turned towards him as she spoke. "Why?"

He let her cape slip out of his fingers and stared at her for a full minute before speaking.

"Kakarot has burdened his mate with child. She is some four months along by your measure of time. You humans are ridiculously fertile by comparison to Saiyan females."

Bulmas mouth fell open.

"What?" She hadn't even considered that Saiyans and humans were genetically compatible. Her hand flew to her abdomen.

"You are not with child. I would have scented it on you by now. But as it turns out humans and Saiyans can breed and breed quickly." Vegeta crossed his arms and frowned. "I will not burden you with child before you are safe from all of these challenges. Carrying one of our children is exceedingly difficult on our females. I can only imagine how it will effect a human."

"But I won't ever be safe will I?" Bulma asked, a cold note to her voice. "My life will be one never ending fight after another won't it?"

"Now that we know our union is a fertile one once you are officially my Queen challenges to you are no longer acceptable. We protect our Queens at all costs as you are the source of our heirs. You will likely produce multiple heirs, which will be a boon. But we must keep you alive long enough to see the crown."

Bulma remained silent. Not wanting to interrupt him because for once he was speaking whole sentences, but also because the whole thing just blew her mind. She felt a bit like a brood mare. Seriously with all this?

"I can scent when you are fertile. During that time…" He let his voice trail off but Bulma got the gest of it. He was going to stay away from her to avoid knocking her up. They were just lucky she wasn't in the same position as Chi' Chi.

"I get it." Bulma said but she was still trying to process the idea that Vegeta would one day expect her to give him children. Having to go from the assumption of them not being able to have kids to the opposite gave her mental whiplash.

"Good, now it's time to go home."

Bulma cringed at his usage of the word "home" in regards to Vegetasai but followed him silently out the door.

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They took small away ships to the surface. The mother ship was never meant to make landing in the atmosphere. As the ship touched down Bulma swallowed hard. She could already feel the change in gravity. The added pressure pushed down on her but, thanks to Vegetas relentless training, was manageable. She knew she'd grow accustomed to it…eventually.

There was a welcoming party of hundreds of thousands of Saiyans. They lined the square and the streets all the way to the white and gold castle off in the distance. Bulma couldn't believe that it was an actual freaking castle. The city was a mix of old style cobble stone streets and modern buildings, six-legged horse like creatures and hovercrafts.

Vegeta stepped out of the ship first and then, in a gesture that felt odd between them he reached back inside and handed her out. Bulma realized he was helping her stand gracefully under the full weight of Vegetasai's gravity for the first time. Not releasing her Vegeta tucked her arm under his and whispered. "No matter what happens show no weakness."

The roar of the crowd hit her first. The cheers and fan fair was ridiculous. It reminded her of the pictures of old parades from when the American men returned home after World War II that she'd seen in a history book once. Confetti and all. Somehow Bulma hadn't taken Saiyans for the confetti type. But as they made their way towards the topless hovercraft that was to take them to the castle the questions began.

"Who is that beside the Prince?"

"You see her hair? She's some alien."

"No way! She's wearing the royal colors."

And on and on it went. Bulma felt numb inside. These people were cheering on Vegetas victory over her people. The rest of the Earthlings would be led off of the ship in chains after they were gone.

There was one thing to be said about Saiyan culture. They would not disrespect their Prince. Whether through respect or fear she wasn't sure but not one rotten tomato was thrown or insult hurled just then. Only the light banter. But she new that it was only a matter of time before this blew up in her face.

She kept her face schooled in a look as arrogant as Vegetas and chin upped it all the way into the hovercraft and to the castle.

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"The elite soldiers facilities and quarters are in the east wing, the royal families in the west." Vegeta spoke after they finally made it inside the castle. "The central area here contains the throne room as well as several audience rooms."

It was done in all the colors of the Saiyan royals. White marble or blue carpet covered the floors. Blood red curtains dressed the windows and everything was accented in gold. Bulma was surprised by all the white. Honestly she had expected something darker, more dungeony she supposed. Instead it was all very bright and airy. Clean. She walked with Vegeta down several long hall ways and multiple flights of stairs. If she had to get back to the main doors in a hurry she'd be screwed. The place was a maze. Finally they came upon a door that Vegeta unlocked with his handprint. The doors swung open inwards.

"These are my personal rooms." Vegeta said as he led her down the hall and through another door. This one entered into his bedroom.

For as small as his bed was on the ship this one was gigantic. It went beyond Earths king size beds. The term orgy sized slipped into Bulmas mind and for the first time she wondered how many women Vegeta had been with before her. The carpet was white and the bed a sea of cerulean silk. The effect was dramatic. There was a small table and chairs set off to one corner, a cove seat in one large bay window, and a balcony that looked out upon the sea. Vegeta quietly showed Bulma around the lux bathroom before turning to settle onto the edge of the bed. He told her there were other rooms he'd show her later. A library, office, and dinning room.

"So what now?" Bulma asked.

"We rest. In a few hours we meet the King and Queen. We'll likely need all the rest we can get." He said as he toed off his boots. Bulma watched him shrug out of his armour, toss his gloves on the nightstand and fall back against the bed still in his uniform. The gestures spoke of comfort and familiarity. They made Bulma squirm. He was never this abruptly relaxed on the ship. He obviously felt safer here.

At Bulmas hesitation to join him Vegeta cracked one eye. "Come lay down beside me woman. You act like we haven't been sharing a bed for a while now."

She couldn't explain her sudden nervousness really. Except that things were suddenly very real to her. But Vegeta had a point about needing to rest so she followed his example. Stripped down to her uniform she crawled into the bed next to Vegeta. No sooner had she lad down next to him than he reached over and drug her up against him. Bulma ended up with her head on his chest and her arm resting across his strong abdomen. No more words were spoken as she fell asleep listening to the powerful beat of his heart.

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Three hours hadn't been enough Bulma decided as they stood outside of the King and Queens throne room waiting to be summoned inside. Her hands were sweating inside their gloves and she was queasy.

"Relax." Vegeta growled at her. Clearly being able to since her nervousness through her shields. It must have been bad.

"I am relaxed." She lied.

"Keep telling yourself that, woman." Vegeta chuckled. Just then the doors swung open. "Come." He commanded before walking into the room.

Bulma frowned, opened her mouth to argue and then for once in her life thought better of it. Just this once she'd keep her mouth shut she decided and walked into the room after him. They looked the same in person as they had over the video. Vegeta knelt before them. A look told Bulma she was to do the same. The fact that she managed to go to one knee and not somehow get tangled into her cape was a small miracle.

"You may rise." The Queen spoke first. They stood simultaneously. Vegeta gave them the standard Saiyan salute with a slight bow. Bulma mirrored him even if the move made her grind her teeth.

"It's natural to be angry." The Queen spoke, a smile in her voice. Bulma felt like angry just didn't quite cut it as an explanation. Furious was more accurate. "Speak your mind." The Queen commanded.

Bulma opened her mouth to speak at the same time as Vegeta cut in.

"That's probably not-"

But Bulma road over top of him.

"Can you imagine the position that you've put me in?" Bulma thundered. She surprised herself with the vehemence of her outburst but pressed on. "Your people have destroyed mine, murdered my family and friends, enslaved my entire planet and now expect me to just placidly stand at Vegeta's side as some sort of royal consort to the very people that have ruined my own? I've been made a traitor. My honor has been destroyed and even at this very moment you are preparing to throw more of my people into some half assed, Saiyan version of the gladiator and I'm supposed to just stand by and take that?"

The hall echoed with Bulmas words and the silence was palatable.

"How dare you speak-" King Vegeta began after a drawn out moment but was cut off as the Queen spoke over him.

"It is fine." She said. "I did tell her to speak her mind after all. What would you have of me Bulma? I can't simply change hundreds of years of tradition over night simply because you ask it of me. That would beg for an uprising."

"Times change. My planet figured it out over a century ago. Slavery is wrong. How can such an "advanced" and power civilization as yours not have figured this out by now?"

The queen raised an eyebrow. "You're planet had no slaves?"

"No. We are, were, a free world. It took a long time and many bloody battles but we ended the practice in the civilized world." She paused and thought for a second before continuing. "Some things are worth fighting for."

Bulma glanced over at Vegeta out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were wide and the left one twitched.

"Once you and our son take our places that will be a battle that you may chose to fight. For now I offer you this, I will make the games optional for your Earthling counterparts. Your…people may chose to enter the fights to vie for their freedom or to go straight to auction for purchase as servants. Our laws require servants to be well cared for in any event."

"Not good enough." Bulma snapped. "I want them freed."

"Free to do what?" The Queen finally raised her voice and stood. She was tall. Clearly Vegeta did not get his height from her. "Free to scurry about homeless and jobless? Free to sow seeds of dissention or commit crimes?"

"To make a new life!" Bulma screamed. "Or hey, I got an idea, you could send them home and free my planet!

The Queen took a half step towards Bulma when Vegeta finally broke and made a grab for Bulma. He wrapped a hand around her waist and covered her mouth with his hand before she could say anything else. He lifted her off her feet even as she fought against him.

"Oh. This one is a feisty one isn't she? I haven't been this riled up in ages. It's refreshing." The Queen Ki sparked. "I think that you'll do just fine as my sons mate if you can keep yourself alive. Of course with a mouth like that that is questionable."

Mean while Bulma struggled against Vegeta and issued muffled threats from beneath his gloved hand.

"Shut up." He commanded. Which was very much the wrong thing to say. Bulma, enraged proceeded to bite his hand. Clearly not expecting this tact Vegeta was caught off guard and momentarily let go over mouth.

"Don't you tell me to shut up!"

"Then stop saying stupid things!"

"Did you just call me stupid?"

"No but now that you mention it-"

"Siiiilence!" The squabbling was interrupted by King Vegetas loud declaration.

You could hear a pin drop in the sudden silence. Bulma and Vegeta froze; both inches apart, and slowly turned their heads towards the King.

"For the love of the Gods." King Vegeta sighed and covered his face with one hand. The King looked over at his Queen and exchanged a look. "Well son, you have certainly met your match."

"I believe it is time we abdicate the throne." The Queen said and King Vegeta nodded in agreement.

Bulma knew from talks with Vegeta that his parents had sat upon the throne for some 50 years at that point. It had taken them over two decades to have Vegeta and due to the low fertility of female Saiyans they produced no more heirs. Looked like they were ready to allow their son to take on the weight of Vegetasai.

"You will become his Queen. Our Queen. Queen of all of the Saiyans." King Vegeta said in a quite voice. "Our Queens keep us grounded and sane. It will be your job to fill that role for our son. It will not be an easy role to fill and not everyone will be so accepting of you at first."

"First we will hold a proper mating ceremony tomorrow evening. Then at the end of the next moon we will hold the succession."

Bulma did the math in her head. They had just ended a moon cycle on Vegetasia shortly before their arrival. The average Saiyan lunar cycle was twice that of Earths. Two months. Mouth dry Bulma swayed on her feet and the only thing keeping her standing was Vegetas hands on her arms. Judging by the look on Vegetas face he was shocked as well. Vegeta had mentioned they were going to step down eventually but had never said anything about it being this soon. And what the hell was a mating ceremony?

"What?" Vegeta asked. Clearly as much as he loved being the Prince of all Saiyans he was not as interested in being the King of all Saiyans.

"It is time my son." The Queen said. "I have seen it. Just as I have seen that this one is the key to many things to come. Now it is your job girl to get stronger, stay alive, and claim the throne. You must grow to love our people as your own." As she spoke the Queen settled herself back down onto the throne.

"Now go." It was his father that spoke this time. Still in too much shock to argue Bulma let Vegeta steer her out of the throne room. She was too caught up in her thoughts to pay much attention to where they were going when she suddenly found herself back in Vegetas rooms.

Vegeta all but shoved her through the doors. She spun around on him but he had a hand raised to silence her.

"Don't even start with me woman." He crossed his arms.

"She asked." Bulma snapped.

"Luckily my mother seems to like you."

"Would you honestly let them hurt me?" Bulma asked.

"No one is allowed to hurt you." Vegeta grabbed her chin in his hand and glared into her eyes. "No one."

Bulma swallowed. "So what now?"

Vegeta opened his mouth to speak when a beeping sound interrupted him. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Acknowledged." He said loudly.

There was a short serious of beeps and then a male voice came over unseen speakers.

"The King demands your presence in audience room two immediately."

"Seriously?" Bulma grouched. "We just got back here."

"Why?" Vegeta asked in a bored tone. "And do not give me any bullshit answers."

There was a pause and then the voice answered. "There is an ambassador arriving shortly from another planet. The situation appears urgent."

"What ambassador?"

"His name is Frieza."

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A/N: Hope it wasn't too boring. In the next episode things should get more interesting. Please review if you've got a few. Much appreciation.

~The Enforcer