The Worlds Smartest
This Is The Enforcer Speaking,
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"Up! Up! It's time to get up." Bulma was jarred out of sleep by the loud female voice. Her initial reaction was to bolt, heart thundering, but Vegeta's arms were wrapped tightly around her. This both prevented her from fleeing and assured her of her safety.
"Mother, what are you doing in my room?" Vegeta shouted.
Bulmas eyes were finally able to focus on the small yet mighty Saiyan Queen striding across Vegeta's quarters.
"I have waited nearly thirty years for this day." The Queen reached the bed and glared down at them. She wore a knee length red gown made of a flowing fabric and the most glorious golden breastplate Bulma had ever seen. It was heavily engraved with scenes of war. The engravings were inlaid in black. The cape attached to it was thick, red on the inside and black on the outside. Both the bracers she bore on her arms and the knee high armored boots match her breastplate.
The next thing Bulma knew the Queen's hands were on her as she hauled Bulma forcefully from the bed. Bulma clutched at the top sheet taking it with her to cover herself and leaving Vegeta naked as the day he was born in front of his mother. The Prince cursed as he snatched a pillow up to cover himself. As the Queen hauled Bulma across the room she looked back with wide eyes at Vegeta hoping he'd save her from his crazy ass mom.
"Her weapons." Vegeta snapped. "The woman doesn't leave my presence without them."
"Right then." The Queen said veering off to the wall where mounts held her swords. With quick movements the Queen gathered up Bulmas two primary swords and not missing a beat continued to all but frog march Bulma out of the door. One last look behind her showed a wide eyed Vegeta covering his junk with a pillow. So much for him rescuing her.
"All mighty Saiyan Prince afraid of nothing. Except his mom!" Bulma sniped at Vegeta as she was pulled through the door and down the hall.
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It was a whirlwind as Bulma found herself thrown into the Queens own shower. After the shower she was dressed in a royal blue silk robe and pinned down in a chair by a flustered alien handmaiden who attempted to dry and style Bulmas hair. Clearly the woman wasn't used to having to style any ones hair. Saiyan hair pretty much did it's own thing. However, the blue skinned female eventually got a handle on the situation. Bulma found her hair, now regrown to her shoulders, pulled back into an elaborate series of braids.
The only warning Bulma got before being attacked by makeup was the Queens nearly gleeful words. "Now it's time for your war paint."
Thankfully by war paint the Queen meant eyeliner. The liner was black, bold and fierce. Bulma got the feeling that it was a rare occasion for a Saiyan female to get dressed up.
Once her hair and make-up was deemed acceptable the blue skinned female was dismissed and the Queen disappeared leaving Bulma alone to her thoughts.
Bulma was nervous. She had zero idea how this whole ceremony was about to go down but she was worried that it would involve a lot of witnesses. She took a moment to look around the Queens dressing chambers. They were apparently set aside from the rooms that were shared by royal couple but they were lavish. A settee sat in the center of the room and a large mirror and dressing table took up one wall. Along the other walls there were hangers full of different styles of dress, as well as a plethora of armor, gloves and boots on display. Bulma noticed a distinct lack of jewelry. It appeared jewelry was not important to Saiyans.
It wasn't long before Vegetas mom reappeared with her arms full of armor and clothes.
"This is your newly finished formal wear." She said laying them out on the settee. She drew up a black hi-low gown with long sleeves and a scoop neck.
"Now normally a royal mating day gown is in the colors of your own house but as you are not from our race we elected to place you in the Vegeta family colors from the outset." She handed the dress over to Bulma who took it gently in her hands. "This as good as makes you one of our own."
Swallowing Bulma held the silky fabric in her hands. She glanced up at the Queen and back down. She wasn't really looking to be adopted into the family but she understood that it was meant as some great gesture.
"I thought the colors were blue, white and red." Bulma spoke softly.
"Yes those are the colors of the crown. But they are separate from the colors of the Vegeta family line. If the Vegeta house should fall the royal colors would remain unchanged but the family colors would change to that of the new ruling family." She gestured to her own dress and armor. "These are the colors of my family line." She gestured to Bulmas clothing. "These are the colors of my mate's and son's line. Our children follow the patriarchal line. We opted to adopt you into the Vegeta house so you will wear his colors. It will show a unified front and give you more status among our people. Now put it on."
The Queen was obviously not going to leave Bulma alone to dress. With a blush Bulma dropped the robe and pulled the gown on.
It fit tight until her waist where it relaxed and flowed loosely around her legs. The sleeves fit tight to her wrists. While it was a gown it was also clearly designed for battle in mind. Next Bulma put on a set of knee length socks and gloves also in black.
The armor was black, engraved and inlaid in gold. Frowning Bulma ran her hands over the etchings. There weren't nearly as many as on the Queens armor and the depictions looked familiar. Then it clicked. The images were of her battles. One was of her dressed in her human clothes, covered in blood standing boldly and staring straight ahead as the world burned around her. An image showed her just after she'd beheaded the human attacker at the beginning of her imprisonment. Another showed her in Saiyan armor standing on Vegetas shoulder in his great ape form as explosions rocked around them. She'd nearly forgotten about that moment when she'd alighted upon his shoulder to communicate strategy with him. The next was of her locked in that fatal embrace with Pumika on Vegeta's ship, Bulmas sword spearing the female her hand on her throat. Lastly was an image of her blasting the Saiyan in the face from her most recent attack.
"These are-" Bulma began but the Queen cut her off.
"Yes, your battles, one from each of them. It is our tradition." Bulmas eyes glanced across the densely packed etchings on the Queens armor. This woman had not sat idly on her throne.
"Who does these etchings?" Bulma asked as she ran her fingers along the designs. "They're amazing."
"Not all Saiyans war full time. We have our army, but we also have other vocations. One of which is artistry." The Queen lifted the armor up and motioned for Bulma to raise her arms. Bulma complied and the Queen stretched the armor open before sliding it over her head. Once released it immediately conformed to her body. Bulma really wanted to figure out what the Saiyans made their armor out of. The boots matched the armor and ended just below her knees. A few carefully tied belts of fabric later and Bulma slid her swords into place.
"The final touch. Hands." The Queen took Bulmas hands and slid golden bracers on her forearms and matching claw tipped gauntlets over her hands. Bulma raised an eyebrow. "It must be a great sadness for you, to lack the beast with in, as though a part of your soul missing? Since you are unable to grow your own claws we decided to create some for you."
Bulma frowned. She'd never thought that the Saiyans might see her lack of an inner beast as something to be sad about but it was clearly written across the Queens face.
"Thank you." Bulma mumbled and flexed her hands. She'd used clawed weapons in her martial arts training before, nothing quite like this she thought, but the physics were similar. As a precaution she practiced drawing her Katana. The claws were short enough and shaped just right to allow her to draw the sword with ease. Fascinating. Sheathing her sword she smiled. They had gifted her weapons.
"Now, your cape will be formally draped during the ceremony. This will officially raise you to crown princess of Vegetasai. Just follow along and everything will be fine. Some kneeling, a few words, a little blood and it'll all be done."
A little blood? Bulmas mind jumped to all kinds of scary conclusions but before she could ask the Queen swept her out of the dressing room.
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He waited for her at the entrance to the throne room. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him in all black. Bulma couldn't recall ever seeing him dressed in the color so thoroughly. It accentuated his obsidian eyes and hair, made his skin seem to glow. His suite and armor were solid black, but the engravings on his armor were inlaid in gold. His black cape was lined in crimson and only served to set off the black armor he wore. There were so many that Bulma wondered what they would do when he ran out of space? He wore bracers and gauntlets as well.
Bulmas stomach did a little flip-flop as she drew nearer to the Prince. He held out his hand for her and Bulma took it careful of her claws. Her nerves suddenly felt shot. This would be her official coming out to the rest of the planet, her official binding to Vegeta and his throne. Using her hand Vegeta drew her up into him.
"Saiyan garb becomes you." He growled. "Once we get this nonsense over with I'll show you just how much it becomes you."
"You look good too." Bulma smirked up at him.
"Are you prepared for this?" Vegeta asked
"Sure." Bulma said.
The Queen motioned for them to get a move on it. "We don't have all day." She said.
Vegeta placed Bulmas right arm through the crook of his left and they turned to face the doors.
"Open." The Queen commanded and the doors began to swing open of their own accord.
"I lied." Bulma said so quietly only Vegeta could hear her. "I'm terrified."
"There is no going back…only forward." He replied.
And with that he pulled her through doors.
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The doors from their wing opened at the back of the throne room, which Bulma was grateful for because it meant that the hundreds of Saiyans that filled it faced away from them. The Saiyan army filled the space all standing at attention in orderly rows and columns. Each dressed in their bloodlines colors with the elaborate armor instead of their standard issued uniforms.
Palms sweating inside her gloves Bulma held her chin up as she followed Vegeta up the aisle that ran between the armies rank and file. She could feel their eyes upon her as they made their way towards an altar that had been set up in front of the thrones. King Vegeta already stood at the altar and the Queen followed behind them as they made their way towards the thrones.
Upon the altar sat only three things, as small black handled dagger, a long braid comprised of red and black cords, and finally a blank and red cape neatly folded.
With the Queen behind them and the King in front of them they came to a stop.
"We come here for two purposes today." King Vegeta spoke. "First to crown as new Princess of Vegetasai. Second to hold the mating ceremony of Prince Vegeta and Bulma of Earth. Let us begin."
"Kneel." The Queen and King commanded Bulma together. Bulma lowly lowered herself to her right knee. Vegeta stayed standing beside her. "Bulma adopted daughter of Vegeta mate of Vegeta son of Vegeta you kneel before us as a common warrior." The Queen intoned.
King Vegeta took the cape in his hands and unfurled it.
He walked behind her. "You who have proven yourself in combat are the one true mate decreed to our son by fate." The King said. Bulma felt him attach the cape to her shoulder plates.
She felt the weight of the cape spread out behind her. King Vegeta rested his hands heavily on her shoulders for one brief moment before moving to stand by the Queen once more. They left Bulma kneeling as they walked to stand in front of the pair.
Then they spoke together.
"Now rise as the Crown Princess of Vegetasai."
As she rose the crowd of Saiyans slammed their fists into their breastplates and gave a single deep shout together. Bulma couldn't keep the shock off her face. Thankfully only the royal couple could see the look. They honored her with a salute. Was she to be accepted by them? The Queen gave a knowing smirk.
The King picked up the dagger as he moved around to stand in front of the pair. "Bare opposite hands."
Vegeta naturally reached to remove the glove on his left hand.
Bulma glanced between the knife, her dominant right hand, and her swords. She so could not afford to weaken her primary hand and something told her this was where the "little bit of blood" was going to come in. Sensing her descent Vegeta paused his movements. Reaching out he took Bulmas left hand in his removing her gauntlet and glove from that hand instead. She took the items in her right hand as Vegeta tugged off the glove on his own right hand.
"Palms up and face each other." He said. They obeyed.
"Two bloodlines become one." He pressed the tip of that blade against his sons palm and opened a line of flesh. Blood spilled brightly across Vegetas palm. The Prince didn't flinch. The King cut her next. The blade bit hot into her flesh as the King opened up an identical wound on Bulmas palm.
"Two souls become one." As the King spoke he guided Bulmas dripping hand over Vegetas, turned her hand palm down and placed it into Vegetas open hand. His fingers closed around the back of her hand. Bulma glanced down at their joined hands. As their blood mixed Vegetas electric energy shot through her making her heart pound in her chest. Bulma bit back a gasp.
Reaching behind him the King picked up the braided cord.
"Two families become one." The Queen spoke as she took the cord from the King and wrapped it around their joined hands before tying it into a knot. Binding their hands together.
"Make your pledge." She commanded.
Bulmas eyes shot wide. What pledge? She groaned inside. They kept forgetting that she didn't know what the hell was going on.
"Just repeat after me." Vegeta hissed as quietly as possible. Bulma nodded subtly.
"I am you and you are I." Vegeta's voice raised goose bumps along her arms. Bulma repeated after him
"All that I am is yours." As she spoke the words back to him she felt energy begin to rise around her.
"Bound in this life." His eyes met hers and she struggle to keep her voice even against the rising power around them.
"And all others." The energy around them exploded out washing over the crowd in a hot wave.
"It is done." His final words were quite like a gentle breeze after a harsh storm pass.
"It is done." Bulma replied with finality.
Immediately the Saiyans around them began chanting that guttural battle cry, fists slamming against their chest and then raised to the air over and over, and the noise thunderous.
Again Bulma looked at the Queen in shock.
"Footage of your battles may have been leaked to the general public and many of these soldiers were there for everything." She said with a smirk. "It appears our tough little human has earned some respect."
Her wide-eyed gaze met Vegeta's dark orbs. He smirked wickedly at her.
"What now?" Bulma asked.
"Now we feast." He growled before leading her out of the throne room amongst the still shouting Saiyans.
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Before getting to the hall they stopped by their rooms and carefully worked their hands free of the cords leaving the knot intact.
"This is usually hung in a place of honor." Vegeta said. "But this will do for now." He hung the cords off one of the hooks that normally held her swords. It was a very clear symbol of the bond.
The cuts on their hands were going to scar Bulma noted as she pulled her glove and gauntlet back on. Just one more to add to the rest she figured.
When they were put back together they set out for the feast.
The feast went on for hours. Once they'd eaten at the high table Vegeta retreated with Bulma to his throne, it sat to the right of his fathers throne. He lounged with one leg thrown over the edge and his head resting against a closed fist. They both observed the riot going on before them. Feasting, merry making, music, and the occasion light hearted brawl.
Bulma knew Vegeta was so done with the feast. She was too to be honest. She sat on the edge of the thrones dais; back leaned up against Vegetas throne and sipped some Saiyan brew, basically the Saiyan version of mead. It was alarmingly sweet, something Bulma honestly wouldn't have expected from a warrior race.
"I shouldn't be drinking this." She sighed into her cup.
"Relax woman. I do not consume alcohol. My duty is to protect you. Enjoy yourself this night." Vegeta said and without warning lifted her up onto his lap. Bulma gave a yelp as he settled her against him. "I'm the Prince of all Saiyans. No one would be foolish enough to try my patience tonight."
"Hey Bulma! Heeeey!" Kakarot came running up to them with Chi-Chi trailing behind him.
"You were saying?" Bulma chuckled and raised an eyebrow at Vegeta.
The pained expression on his face made Bulma laugh out right.
"Congrats B!" The over exuberant Saiyan stood with one hand behind his head. "I mean Princess."
"Thanks." Bulma replied feeling awkward. At that moment Chi-Chi caught up with her wayward mate and began berating him for running off on her. Bulma and Vegeta exchanged a look.
"Kakarot silence that harpy of a mate, now!"
The harpy in question turned on Vegeta as though she was going to unleash on him next but her words only came out as muffled sounds from beneath Kakarots hand. He'd clamped it over her mouth just in the knick of time.
"Seriously you two. Even I've had enough. Chill out would you." Bulma sipped from her mug. "You're ruining my vibe."
Chi-Chi continued fighting against Kakarot.
"Enough!" Bulma shouted, her voice taking on an edge of a growl. A blush spread across Bulma's face. What the hell had that been?
Thankfully the pair froze immediately calming down.
"Now, what were you coming over here to say?" Bulma asked. Relaxing back into Vegeta's chest again. She felt his tail loop around her waist.
"Oh um, yeah, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be a dad."
"We know that you fool." Vegeta said. "Anything else?"
Kakarot opened his mouth to speak but Chi-Chi cut him off.
"Actually I just wanted to speak with Bulma for a minute." The dark haired woman looked around as though she wanted a place to sit. Kakarot disappeared and reappeared a second later with a chair. Chi-Chi lowered herself into it gratefully. Now that Bulma had a moment to look her over she noticed how thin and tired Chi-Chi looked.
"I'll be back later." Kakarot said with a smile and wondered off.
"Definitely dropped on his head as a child." Bulma mumbled.
"Agreed." Vegeta said.
"So how are you doing?" Bulma Chi-Chi asked.
"Well, this pregnancy is hard." She placed her hand on her stomach. It was still flat. "The baby is very strong. If I wasn't already a fighter I don't know if my body would be able to handle it. The morning sickness is the worst. They should call it all day sickness. But today's been a good day so far. I've made it out of the first quarter so we are hoping that vomiting will get better now."
Bulma blinked. "First quarter?"
"Oh yes Saiyan children develop over the course of 12 months. According to the doctors he is developing at that rate and not our human rate of 9 months."
Bulma cringed inwardly. A whole extra 3 months of pregnancy?
"But no one really knows how this is going to go. He's the first Saiyan half-breed ever born. No other species is compatible so far."
"You're not fighting in the games are you?" Bulma asked. If she thought she was going to able to survive them looking like she looked right now Bulma was going to have to have come to Jesus meeting with her.
"No." Chi-Chi shook her head sadly. "I would have preferred a chance at freedom but due to my condition I allowed Goku to take up the Queens offer and…purchase…me." She spit out the word purchase.
"Goku?" Vegeta asked. Face contorted in disgust. "Are you talking about your fool mate?"
"I gave him an Earth name because it helped me come to terms with things. He seems rather fond of the name so I use it instead of Kakarot."
Bulma felt Vegeta tense before he yelled. "That is the most foolish idiotic thing I've heard of, you will not use that name in my presence. He is a Saiyan warrior and his name is Kakarot!"
Bulma took a long draw from her cup. She was going to need a refill soon.
"I can call him whatever I want too! He likes the name just fine." Chi-Chi snapped. "It is a proud name. He takes it to honor me and the things I lost because of you." Chi-Chi screamed at the Prince.
Everyone in the hall continued on as if nothing happened, choosing to ignore the bazar scene but Bulma could see them all cringe.
"I've tried to be civil about this, I've tried to learn to get past it but I just can't." Chi-Chi screamed at Bulma. "How can you be so okay with all of this Bulma? How are you okay being mated to this monster? At least my Goku is good at heart, well meaning, he didn't kill anyone on Earth. Can you say the same about your filthy, dirty, mate!"
Bulma ignored Chi-Chi's raging at her, tipped up her cup again and drained it of it contents as Vegeta snarled.
"You will address her properly you low-class human harpy. How dare you speak that way to your Princess?"
"My Princess? I have no Princess. Bulma is a traitor. I suppose that makes you two a perfect match doesn't it? The traitor and the barbarian. You two make me sick and I hope you both burn in hell!" Chi-Chi's voiced reached its crescendo. There was that word again. Traitor. Bulma's heart sank.
Vegeta made to lurch forward but Bulma placed a hand on his arm. Silently asking him to cut the woman some slack. The mood swing was so wild that Bulma felt some of Chi-Chi's issues must be hormonally charged. She also brought some valid points to the table. Bulma's situation was, in a word, fucked.
Vegeta bared his teeth at Chi-Chi as his tail bristled and a low growl rumbled through his whole body sending low-level vibrations through Bulma. "You silence the human now woman or I will."
Bulma shot him a look that clearly said he'd get it if he touched one of her people. No one else saw the look but Vegeta. He rolled his eyes at her and gestured for her to do something about the seething harpy.
"Chi-Chi-" Bulma started but never got a chance to finish because Chi-Chi suddenly covered her mouth eyes wide and gaged.
Kakarot chose that moment to show back up. Face deadly serious for a changed.
"I apologize for my mates outburst my Prince, my apologies Princess Bulma. She is unwell." Chi-Chi gagged again. Kakarot swooped her up in his arms and bolted from the room.
Looking down Bulma covered her face with one hand and raised her empty mug upside down in the air. Within seconds a servant swept in and replaced it with a full one.
"She's not completely wrong you know." Bulma spoke looking into her drink. "I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around everything. It feels like it's been years since Earth but it's only been about five months."
Vegeta's tail tightened around her waist. "Woman do not think that this does not occur to me. However, you have always been mine by fate. No matter how it happened or when there was always going to be a day when we were joined together. You are not a traitor you are simply ascending to your destiny. "
He sighed before continuing. "The harpy was out of line. I could give a fuck less what she thinks of me but she can keep her mouth shut in regards to you. Such public displays of disrespect are normally punished. However Saiyans understand the temperamental nature of women carrying children, perhaps more so than your human men as our women are far deadlier when pissed. Her digression will be forgive…this time."
In response Bulma took another long draw from her drink. He was doing his best to comfort her, she knew it but it did little to alleviate her upset. She heard him grumble behind her.
"What was that?" Bulma asked.
"I have a mating gift for you. One I'd planned on giving to you in private but..." He reached inside of his armor and pulled out a digital reader smaller than her palm. Vegeta handed it to her.
She scanned the documents on it quickly. Shock running through her. "Vegeta?" She questioned. "Is this what I think it is?" Her heart raced in her chest.
"That is the deed to your planet. I recanted the purge the very day I took you, few of your population were ultimately killed, less than in any of your own wars amongst each other in any event, and we will not be placing it up for sale. From now on what happens to that planet will be up to you as its owner. I have had a peace treaty signed by proxy with the United Nations of your planet. We war with them no more."
Bulma felt tears coming to her eyes. The planet wasn't purged? She blinked rapidly willing them away.
"I want them free." Bulma said quietly. "I want Earth to be free."
"As you wish." Vegeta said.
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A/N: Man oh Man, I did my best to come up with some sort of ceremony that would work for the Saiyans. Personally I feel like they wouldn't do anything too froufrou but that it would be something powerful so there you go.
Also, I think that renaming Kakarot would so be something Chi-Chi would do so I figured I'd go with it. Lol.
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Next time on The Worlds Smartest: Bulma first full moon on Vegetasai, Chi-Chi goes down hill, and more!
~The Enforcer
