The Worlds Smartest

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"What do you mean he's not actually here?" Prince Vegeta snapped at his father.

King Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes skyward as if praying for patience from on high. Queen Endeev sat at one end of the long table while the King sat at the other. Bulma had been placed to the right of the Queen and Vegeta to the right of the King. All the other advisors, including Bardock, lined the sides of the table. Bulma assumed there was some sort of significance to the seating arrangement but hadn't cared enough to ask.

"As I said this is just a vid call with Frieza. Not sure why someone would have led you to believe otherwise…" The King trailed off and Bulma had the distinct feeling that the King new exactly why Vegeta had been told otherwise. It'd probably been the only way to make sure he showed up.

"Who is Frieza?" Bulma asked. All eyes turned to her. The looks clearly said: why are you talking? "What?" Bulma snapped.

Sounding pained Vegeta explained to Bulma that Frieza was an emperor who specialized in planetary trade. In other words he or his army would come take over a planet and then sell it to the highest bidder or else enslave the population if they provided some sort of valuable assets. Frieza held domain over approximately 400 planets. He was ruthlessly powerful, had a habit of destroying planets from outside the atmosphere if provoked and up until recently he'd left Planet Vegeta alone. There was a standing you leave us alone we leave you alone policy. They didn't know what he suddenly wanted with the Saiyan race but Bulma reckoned it wasn't anything good.

Bulma opened her mouth to voice her thoughts when the vid com started beeping. A nod from the King and Bardock pressed the button to answer the incoming call.

Frieza appeared on the screen before them. He was a demon. At least that was Bulmas first impression. An ugly, large, purple and white demon with black horns stared at them with an oddly benevolent expression.

"Well hello, King Vegeta. How are you this fine evening?" Frieza asked. To Bulma his voice was strangely androgynous.

"What do you want Lord Frieza." King Vegeta asked bluntly. Alrighty then, Bulma thought, guess we are cutting right through the crap here.

"Ah, right to business then?" Frieza smiled as he spoke. "I am interested in enlisting your services as it were. Your people will make a great addition to my army. You see we are both in similar businesses are we not? By joining me you could expand your reach exponentially."

"And if we choose not to join your army?" The King asked. The glint in his eye made Bulma believe that he already knew the answer to that question.

"Well, King, I am terribly sorry but I am afraid I would have to annihilate your entire planet." The strange smile never left Frieza's face as he spoke. "I suppose this is less a request and more of an ultimatum."

"I see you have us in between a rock and a hard place Lord Frieza." King Vegeta maintained a pleasantly blank look. "I would prefer to discuss the specifics of such an arrangement in person at your earliest convenience. Is that a possibility?"

"Oh my, I can respect that request. Face to face is always so much more…personable. I am quite a ways away at the moment but I will be at your planet in three of your moon cycles." Six months.

"I look forward to our alliance." King Vegeta said evenly.

"Until then." Frieza made to disconnect and then paused looking up into the Kings eyes. "Do not do anything rash King Vegeta." Frieza's voice took on a menacing tone and he made the King title sound mocking.

The feed went dead.

"You are not seriously considering allying with that freak are you?" Vegeta snarled at his father at the same time as the room erupted into thunderous conversation. Bulma shared a glance with the Queen.

"Of course he isn't." Bulma spoke up. Vegeta, who ignored everyone else, paused to look over at her. The rumble quieted down at a glance from their Prince. He nodded for Bulma to go on. "But now we know when to expect him, assuming he isn't lying about his arrive time, don't we? I need your best science officers now." Bulma demanded.

Again the record seemed to skip as she spoke. Bulma sighed and rubbed a hand across her forehead. These guys were going to giver her a migraine "You said Frieza has a habit of destroying planets from orbit. My dad and I were working on a planetary barrier prior to your…arrival…at my planet. It would keep anyone from being able to reach the surface without us willing dropping the shield and it will reduce or eliminate the impact of any of ki assaults at least long enough to do something about him. I'm not as good as my dad was but we were far enough along on the production of it that I believe with the help of your scientists I can replicate and complete the work."

"You believe this barrier would be affective against someone of, let say, Vegeta's strength?" The Queen asked.

"Oh, I know it will be." Bulma met Vegetas eyes. "Because he's who we were designing it for."

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Bulma's head ached. After hours in a lab surrounded by the smartest beings on the planet Bulma needed a break. They'd managed to get the blue prints drawn up. The time line to completion would be a close one. Bulma told everyone to prepare for Frieza to arrive a full moon cycle early. Chances were, in her mind, he would show directly after the second full moon not the third. He wasn't an idiot by all accounts and it was well known that the Saiyans were prideful so it was highly unlikely he honestly believed the King was so willingly rolling over to his demands.

For the shield to work anchoring points for it would have to be placed across the entire surface of the planet in a grid pattern with approximately 500 miles between each point. It was going to require an immense amount of production and manpower to ensure completion in what amounted to the next 4 months. The shield was genius because it fed off of the energy thrown at it, strengthening it, at least until it was met with a force too big to syphon off. It was akin to a person being able to sip from a water fountain but drowning under a waterfall. However by the time she was done with it, it was going to take one hell of a waterfall to bring down the barrier.

Needing some alone time Bulma decided to pack it up for the night and go for a walk. The grounds of the castle were actually beautiful even in the dead of the night. The crescent moon cast just enough light for Bulma to see as she navigated her way through the gardens.

Flowers grew over the castle walls and lined well-groomed pathways. All that would have been green and brown on Earth was gold and white on Vegetasai. Yet the flowers remained brilliantly colored in more shades than she had ever seen. The paths led to fountains, benches, statues, and hidden nooks. Bulma could have wonder through the garden for hours fascinated by the beauty of the maze. Of all the things she would have expected of the Saiyan kingdom this was not one of them.

She wasn't sure why she missed the signs. Mind probably too wrapped up in the technical aspects of her project. But the Saiyans falling out of the sky in front of her caught her by surprise.

Bulma immediately reached for her sword but her hand met empty space. Her stomach dropped as she realized she hadn't worn her sword out of their rooms that evening. It was the first time she'd made that mistake since being captured and it may very well be her last time. Bulma slowly dropped her hand, heart racing, and slapped on blank face. Five Saiyan males landed in front of her all ranging in different sizes. The lead male was massive with a baldhead and moustache. By big Bulma meant gigantor sized.

"You're the Princes mate." Gigantor said with a leer. "His alien mate."

"Ding, ding, ding, we have winner! Give the man a prize." Bulma mocked at him. Gigantor frowned at her. She could almost hear the wheels trying to turn in his head.

"We're here to end you. Our people shall not be ruled by a weakling like you." He growled at her.

"And who is we?" Bulma asked.

"My men and I are true loyalists. If we must lose our Prince to be rid of you then so be it. You shall not taint the royal line with your weakling blood."

Bulma quirked an eyebrow at them and dropped her mental shields. Perhaps if she kept them talking Vegeta might show up soon. Apparently they were thinking along those same lines as they suddenly attacked her without another word.

Her ki flared up around her automatically and she blocked the first ki ball hurled at her off her forearm. The ball of energy flew into the nearby castle wall and exploded. Dust and brick flew. Two of the other males attacked at once launching ki attacks at her from two sides.

Bulma took several hard blows to her face and chest as she parried the attacks and respond in kind. With a burst of speed she was able to get one of her ki balls hit the smallest one full in the face. His expression was one of shock as the ki ball exploded and sent him hurling backwards through the castle wall where he lay unmoving. There was no time for Bulma to reflect on her success as the next attacks came from all directions.

The hits came quick and Bulma responded with a series of blocks, kicks and punches. The opening came suddenly and Bulma reacted punching her hand up under the armor of one of her attackers she released the strongest ki blast she could. Her energy tore through the male. He gasped in shock, brown eyes wide, and blood sprayed from his mouth across Bulmas face.

She pulled her blooded hand free, turned to attack the next male when she found herself crushed in the arms of gigantor. He'd come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, trapped her arms against her side and squeezed. He crushed her. Bulma screamed, fear clawed at her, she couldn't move, couldn't fight back. Her arms snapped, ribs cracking, she felt a sudden sharp pain and pressure in her chest. There was a frightening popping sensation and then she couldn't breath. Couldn't breath. Still he squeezed harder. Her body broke. Her lungs wouldn't expand. Pain seared through her. Panic began to bubble. She needed air, couldn't even get the breath to scream again. A feeling of helplessness rolled over her. Then suddenly she was free, falling to the ground, she landed on her back looking up. Still unable to draw a full breath Bulma lay gasping like a fish. She couldn't feel her legs and another more frightening realization hit her. She was dying.

Above her Vegeta held gigantor out at arms reach. Gloved hand wrapped around his neck. His ki burned hot around him. Other Saiyans began arriving. Vegetas Elite soldiers. Vegeta held them off with a glance and turned his attention back to her attacker.

"Nappa!" Vegeta snarled.

The other two remaining Saiyans who attacked Bulma made move to flee but Vegeta simply raised a hand and blasted them both into dust all the while never taking his eyes off of Nappa.

Bulmas vision was fading, her breaths growing shorter the struggle to move her damaged lungs grew with each ragged breath.

"The loyalists will always protect our race, even if it's against our own Prince. Her blood will weaken-." Nappa's words were cut off because Vegeta blew a hole through the male's chest with a snarl. Flinging Nappas body to the ground Vegeta glanced over to the hole in the wall. The Saiyan Bulma had blasted in the face was stirring.

"Secure that male for interrogation." Vegeta ordered one of his soldiers.

He came to her then, gathered her up in his arms and took off full tilt toward the castle. She felt it when he began pushing his energy into her, his ki burned through her, forced her lungs to inflate, forced her body to keep going.

"Idiot. Idiot woman. What were you thinking, leaving the castle with out telling me? Unarmed? Unescorted? Do you want to die?"

Bulma didn't take his snapping to heart. In his own way it was a sign of affection. He wasn't completely wrong anyways. She'd been out of her mind to leave the castle unarmed.

She opened her mouth to talk but only strangle sounds escaped. She could feel his fear and frustration. He couldn't shield from her while pushing his ki into her. There was something else there too, another emotion she hadn't felt before, different than the possessiveness he normally felt, but it was fleeting and Bulmas mind was too foggy to decipher it.

"Shut up woman." He said at her continued attempts to speak. But the harsh words were relieved by the gentle ton of his voice. His heart wasn't in the words.

When they reached the doors to the medical bay Vegeta kicked them open. The doors folded back against the walks like tin foil.

The record skipped again as all eyes turned to him.

"I need us both in a tank now." Vegeta said in a voice gone too calm.

A medical officer tried to explain that she should go in by herself but Vegeta roared at him. The medic scurried away to make Vegetas demands happen.

"You're not allowed to die Bulma. Not while I live." Vegeta said softly as he laid her on a gurney and quickly tore her clothes from her body. A look passed across his face when he saw her wounds. Bulma looked down to see her chest tented in a way that wasn't natural. Broken rib bones jutted through her flesh and blood ran freely.

"Brace yourself." Vegeta said before he began shoving her ribs back into her body.

White-hot pain such as Bulma never felt before shot through her like lightening. With a silent scream Bulma struggled against the pain and wished she would just pass out but her fear of never waking again kept her from the blissful abyss. Expression pained Vegeta called for medics to hold her body down as he worked. He refused to let anyone else put her pieces back where they belonged. Bulma knew it had to be done so that the regin tank could do it's job but she pleaded in choked words with Vegeta to just stop, to just give her a minute to rest before continuing. But he ignored her begging continuing until all of her bones were back inside her body.

Breathing got more difficult by the moment. Bulma felt herself begin to panic, to struggle to live. Her heart began beating in a frightening staccato rhythm. She thrashed harder against the hands holding her, fought for air, and felt blood bubbles foam at her mouth. In quick movements Vegeta shed his armor. He snarled at the medics to release her and lifted her into his arms. He set them both down inside the largest regin tank. The Saiyan doctors rushed to secure masks to both their faces. The door slid shut and fluid began to fill the tank.

Fear burned inside of Bulma. The thick liquid was warm, soothing. Looking up her eyes met Vegetas. Bulma reached up weakly, ignored the throbbing pain of her shattered arm, and cupped his face in her hand. His larger hand covered hers and he leaned into her touch.

Too weak to hold her arm up any longer, Bulma let her hand slide out of his to float by her side and her eyes closed. The regeneration liquid was forcing her into the abyss. She felt his aura mingling with hers, moving through her, filling her and Bulma knew that something between them had changed. Before she could decipher that feeling unconsciousness pulled her into the darkenss.

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Bulma blinked away but she couldn't see well, her vision blurred. She could tell that she was tucked into a warm bed but didn't have long to contemplate what was going on.

"You're awake."

The voice startled her and in a sudden burst of speed Bulma shoved herself off of the opposite side of the bed. Heart racing she crouched defensively with the bed between them and raised glowing palms. Sweating, fear clung at her, she couldn't breathe. Bulmas body reacted as if on autopilot. Thoughtlessly she attacked, launching two ki blasts at the intruder.

Her attacker knocked the attack aside effortlessly. Hands closed around her wrists, directing her palms away and down. Bulma struggled against the hold. Panicked she kicked out, screamed.

"It's me!" The words reached her ears but Bulmas mind didn't immediately register them. "Bulma stop. You're hurting yourself. It's your asshole prince, remember?"

Gasping for breath Bulma's eyes finally began to focus on her surroundings. The gears in her brain whirred and clicked. Her thought process came back on line and she registered that it was Vegeta who held her.

"I'm sorry." Bulma gasped. "I don't-I can't-" Her eyes darted around the room, looking for danger, stomach in knots, she couldn't breath and her heart refused to slow. Oh, god. Oh, god. Her mind raced and fear burned up her spine. She had the urge to claw at her chest.

"Look at me. I need you to breath." Bulma looked up at him, her body shaking and shook her head but Vegeta persisted. He released her wrists and held her face in his hands. "You are safe. Who wouldn't I destroy to protect you?"

Vegeta was taking in slow steady breaths. Bulma focused on those breaths struggled to follow along. After a several breaths her shaking and heart rate slowed.

"Stay with me." Vegeta said softly.

He continued breathing with her until Bulma's body and mind finally relaxed. She slumped against him, exhausted. Wordlessly Vegeta picked her up and crawled back up into the bed with her. He positioned them both under the sheets and cradled her body with his.

"I sorry." She whispered. Honestly feeling miserable that she'd attacked him for no reason.

"Combat fatigue." Vegeta replied. "It happens to a lot of warriors."

PTSD, Bulma thought.

"I don't understand." Bulma said. "I was fine, fine after all that other crap. So why now?"

She felt betrayed by her own mind and body. She felt broken.

"What did you feel that was different this time?" He asked her.

What had been different this time? The thought circled around in her mind before it clicked.

"Helplessness. Hopelessness." She repressed a shudder. Never before had she been so sure that she would die against her will. Not even when Vegeta captured her the first time had she felt completely hopeless. Always before she'd held some bit of surety that she would find a way out of whatever situation she'd been in but in those moments of terrible crushing agony Bulma believed it was the end.

"You are strong. You will overcome this." Vegeta said with such confidence that Bulma couldn't help but believe him.

"How long was I out?" She asked.

"Two days."

So much for that next day ceremony.

"Did you stay with me the whole time?"

"Yes."

The rumble of his chest against her back as he spoke soothed Bulma and she felt her eyes growing heavy.

"Still need to get married huh?" She tried to joke with him.

"Married?" He asked.

"Human word for a mating ceremony." Bulma answered, eyes closed.

"Oh. Yes. That still needs addressed."

"Just give me one more day. Let's do it the day after tomorrow." Bulma suggested. "I'm so tired."

"As you wish." She felt him brush fingers through her hair another oddly comforting gesture from the once stoic prince. "For now, sleep."

Bulma feel asleep to the sensation of his fingers in her hair.

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Bulma clawed her way out of her nightmares. The crushing weight still on her chest and fought against the panic. Vegeta's arms around her grounded her. She turned into him. Buried her nose in his neck and breathed in his sent. His scent calmed her racing heart. She counted her breaths slow and deep until her body returned to normal.

How fucked up had her life become that the only thing that could calm her was the man who had once been her bitter enemy?

When she looked up she found Vegeta watching her calmly.

"I'm good." Bulma said at last. "But I'd really like a shower right about now."

"I'll help you with that." Vegeta growled. He climbed out of bed and lifted her in his arms.

"I can walk you know." Bulma quipped while silently thanking the gods for that fact.

"I know." He said but didn't put her down.

It wasn't long before Bulma found herself under the hot water of the shower with Vegetas naked body pressed against her back. He worked shampoo through her hair, massaging her neck and scalp. Bulma let her head fall back and a moan escaped her lips as he worked. The sensation of bubbles trailing down her breasts and between her legs set her body on fire.

He rinsed the soap from her hair before working in the conditioner and setting about to tend to the rest of her body. Vegetas hands seared as they worked the soapy lather across her skin. His palms traced over her jutting nipples and between her legs. Her legs went weak as he rubbed his fingers along her cleft and across that bud nestled there. Vegeta took her weight as he continued exploring her body, rubbing circles across that place and drawing a cry from between her lips.

Bulma felt her body growing wet for him, readying itself for his shaft. But he didn't take her yet. He tortured her, continuing on with his washing of her. She gave a plaintive mewl when he drew his hand away from her sex but quieted herself from begging further. Vegeta finished his thorough cleaning of her body and rinsed her hair for her before turning her around to face him.

Soap bubbles covered his chest and his hair lay flatter than normal under the showers fall. Vegeta lifted one of her legs up around his hip and pinned her against the cool wall of the shower, his cock slide into her core in one smooth motion. He moved within her, his thrusts firm yet gentle but Bulma wanted more. She needed more.

"More." She pleaded. "Give me more."

"I could hurt you." The Prince leaned back from her with a confused look on his face.

She knew he had a point. This was a man who could destroy worlds. He could crush her in an instant but some primal part of her body cried out for that strength.

Bulma looked into his eyes. "I trust you."

The Saiyan stared at her before an anguished expression crossed his face and his lips crashed down on hers with a strangled sound. His ki enveloped them, became a part of her. Bulma felt her self grow stronger in the same instant that Vegeta thrust into her with some real strength.

Bulma cried out against his lips.

Vegeta froze; broke away from her but she pulled him back to her. Dug her fingers into his ass urging him on.

"More. Please. I want all of you." She cried out.

A growl reverberated across her skin and Vegeta pounded into her. His lips closed around her neck, teeth scraping against her, he suckled her neck over his marks. Bulma clung to him gasping with each powerful thrust of his hips. He was being rough, harder than he'd ever been with her before. As if from far away Bulma heard herself begging for more begging for him to give all of himself to her. And so he did…the marble of the shower wall gave way with a loud crack beneath her back and still he pounded wildly into her.

With the barriers between them down Bulma felt everything that Vegeta felt…a bone deep yearning for her, violent possessiveness and an unstoppable need to keep her safe. The fear of loosing her. She was the most precious thing in the worlds to him, she felt it in that moment, and new it was true. Her own heart burst for him.

"Mine." Vegeta said, his voice animalistic. "Mine." He repeated.

"Yes. Yours." Bulma said, her mind a whirl. "Yours."

She'd never want another.

His ki flared brightly around them burning away the water from the shower making steam rise around them. Bulma felt her orgasm building deep inside her. She felt as though they were one as he let go of his constant control giving himself over to her body.

"Don't stop Vegeta. Don't stop." She panted between words. Bulma dug her nails into Vegeta's back and clawed at his flesh as he hit that special place inside her. Close, so close she clinched her eyes shut and buried her face in his neck. Two more thrusts from her Prince and she was undone. Bulma came hard, screaming into his neck. Her sheath clamped around his cock milking him and she felt him come within her in hot jets.

Vegeta threw back his head and bellowed "Mine" as he came.

Bulma sagged in his arms her heart pounded in her chest. Vegeta caught her weight before sitting down on the shower floor with her still wrapped around him. Regaining his composure he extinguished his ki but she could still feel his energy lingering inside her.

The Prince shot her a questioning look, his expression awkward.

"I'm okay." Bulma said softly.

Vegeta nodded than lifted her up off of his shaft and repositioned her so he could hold her in his lap against his chest. They both groaned at the sensation of him sliding from her body. They didn't say anything for a while just sat under the hot water of the shower holding each other. Bulma was sore but satisfied. She throbbed slightly between her legs but thought that it was worth it to feel that closeness with Vegeta.

"I hurt you." Vegeta said suddenly. His hand grazed down her arm. Bulma glanced down to see small bruises from where he'd held her. His finger tips.

Bulma chuckled lightly. "You've done worse during our training. Besides, I like them." Her own words startled her but they were honest. She liked seeing the signs of their...love making? Bulma frowned at the thought. That's what it had felt like this time, or at least what she thought it should feel like but she kept those thoughts to herself.

"Wicked woman." Vegeta said. Clearly not knowing where her mind had wondered. "And this one? Do you know what this means?" He grazed his fingers across her neck. Had he given her a hickey? Bulma shook her head. Her face burned red.

"In our society it is a sign of affection between mates to leave marks on each others bodies." Vegeta explained. "Like the ones you have no doubt left on my back."

"I can't normally break your skin…I wasn't thinking." Bulma's eyes grew wide.

"My ki makes you strong." He said simply. "I have something to show you today."

"What?"

"A surprise. Now let us get cleaned again." He stood and set her gently on her feet. Bulma wobbled slightly but Vegeta caught her. Looking up she met his obsidian eyes. This male was her future she admitted to herself. Whatever came, whatever happened her life was tied to his irrevocably. Vegeta brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"I got you." He said. "I will always have you."

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A/N: Well that's all for now. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. I took quite a bit of time writing it up and had difficulty deciding where to cut it off at. Please read, review, follow or favorite. I appreciate every last one of you who's made it this far. Much love.

Next time on The Worlds Smartest: Vegeta has a surprise for Bulma and it's Mating Day time for them both.

~The Enforcer