Chapter 2

Trunks sat at the large wooden table that was covered with plates of food, wines, and unfamiliar faces that gathered there on this morning. The humidity in the room grew with Trunks' irritation with the situation. The young Prince sat in his royal attire, black spandex and white chest plate with his families' crest. He saw his father's boredom and irritation as well as they sat with the unknown woman and her family. The entire situation was uncomfortable in the least for both Princes.

"I am honored to be in the presence of the Royal family. I've looked forward to this day my entire life". The young woman spoke elegantly as she bowed her head to them with grace. The King acknowledged her, and they all just sat and looked at each other. Vegeta didn't even look in her direction when she spoke. It wasn't that she wasn't a beautiful Onna, the girl was stunning in all thoughts of word. She had long dark brown hair that was free and curled to frame her face. Her body was immaculate of any fat or scars. The golden outfit was tightly clung to her body. It was a two-piece outfit that showed her toned midriff. Her speech was clear and eloquent as it was obvious that she was educated and of a high class, but none of that criteria mattered to Vegeta.

She wasn't His Bulma.

The girl's father attempted to break the awkward silence in the room that was filled with tension. "Kamil has been groomed for this day since she was born, she attended the academy and graduated with full honors, also last year she was the runner up to the Warrior's Cup Tournament". The Elder of the Saiyans spoke in a deep baritone as he spoke of his daughters' accolades.

Trunks just listened to the man as he listed his daughter's accomplishment like she was show horse. He was basically doing his best to sale her off like a used car. "My mother won that tournament last year."

Vegeta couldn't help but smirk at his son's sarcastic comment. He knew his son was as eager as he was to be there. Trunks wasn't naïve in the least. He knew that this woman would possibly be his father's mate. Therefore, Trunks hostility toward the woman was only natural. The King only gave Trunks a rough glance and dared him to speak again.

Kamil only gave him a small smile. "Yes, young Prince she did. Your mother, Lady Bulma is an outstanding warrior. I strive to be more like her every day."

"Or to be her". Trunks said under his breath as he crossed his arms over his chest plate.

A loud clap thundered in the room bringing all there attention back to the King. "Well, it's settled then! Kamil you will be Vegeta's mate and the Princess of Vegeta-Sei. We have a ceremony to plan". The King said as he held his glass high and was joined by the elder Saiyan and Kamil in celebration. Vegeta only rolled his eyes to his father's announcement. Vegeta had heard of this girl and he was not impressed. The girl was a cape chasing whore in his eyes. She would've slept with the entire Saiyan counsel to have gotten an audience with him.

"I will do everything to make you happy my Prince". Kamil said bowing her head to Vegeta. He only rolled his eyes and stood from the table.

"We've leaving now that this sham of an arrangement is done. Trunks lets go, we have training to tend to" Vegeta said taking his leave and his son from the meeting in the grand hall of the palace. The King wanted to stop him, but it wouldn't have mattered. Vegeta could throw all the tantrums he wanted to, but at the end of the day he bent to his father's will. The Young Prince was just like both of his parents he was stubborn, and the King could feel the influence of the Blue Haired Sayia-Jin influencing him more and more every day. The King would not allow the jewel of his empire to be tainted by an outsider.

Bulma sat with her legs crossed in the plush grass. Closing her cerulean eyes and inhaling deeply, her sensitive nose smelled the lilies and roses that had bloomed in her gardens. A smile graced her beautiful face as opened her eyes and looked around. Vegeta had gifted her the garden for her 18th birthday. An entire acre of the palace ground was dedicated to her. An irrigation system kept the flowers well treated as well as, staff to ensure upkept on the large gardens. Bulma often did her Tai-chi there and her daily katas. It was refreshing to have a change of scenery, besides to rolling dunes of the planet. It reminded her of her home on Sadala. As she continued her routine a smile graced her at the familiar presence approaching.

"What do I owe the pleasure, young Prince"? Bulma said as she moved to the second set. The young mother could see that the young man was bothered and upset.

"I don't understand mother, why does father have to find a mate? You are his mate and no woman in a shiny dress is going to change that". Trunks said in anger as he thought back to the meeting with Kamil and the King. Bulma stopped for a moment and frowned.

"Join me in my katas and we'll talk". Bulma said as she started of in the first position. Trunks only sighed, but he listened to his mother's charge.

He faced her and began to mirror her motions as they stood in the green grasses of the garden. Trunks knew the routines with his eyes closed. His mother taught him the martial arts of Sadala and the culture and he was always eager to learn about the second home he never came to know.

"Why does grandfather hate the thought of you and father together so much"? As she looked at her son she only sighed at his question. It wasn't her intention to turn her son from his family in the least. She knew that the king cared about Trunks if no one else in the universe. She knew the King valued Trunks, probably more than Vegeta. He just had a terrible and cruel way of showing it. The King never showed him any affection, but he did have a weak spot for the Lavender Prince.

"Your grandfather just doesn't want a foreign Saiyan to sit on the throne. He's scared I might try and change Vegeta-sei into Sadala." The blue heiress spoke in the most blunt and clear terms she could without making the King sound like the villain he was. Trunks only shook his head to explanation as he continued the water like movement of the katas.

"You are Saiyan, mother. You're probably more Saiyan than any of those women who sit in front of father trying to sell themselves off like cattle. They have no honor, they are all greedy and just want the title. It's not fair Father has rejected all of them and he just sends more. You're a Princess and Grandfather doesn't respect that, he doesn't respect you and it just makes me-… "Bulma stopped and looked at her son as she felt his power level beginning to rise. Luckily, no one was around with a scouter or they would know just how strong Trunks really was.

Bulma got down on her knees and became eye level with her son and cupped his face softly," My son, the only thing that matters to me is you. I care about your father dearly, but if I have you I am rich. That is nothing the King can take from me, now breathe…". Her soothing voice calmed his wild beast inside as it always did. Only her and Vegeta knew how truly strong the young warrior was. When angered the boy was hard for Vegeta to even contained him. It took Vegeta and his most trusted comrade Kakkarot to bring him down last time.

They were the strongest Saiyans besides, the King.

If the King knew Trunks power, he would use him the way he had used Vegeta. He would send Trunks on purging missions and to work for Frieza and neither of the young parents wanted that for their son. Vegeta and Kakkarot were they only ones who could sense his energy from far away. Bulma taught them the secrets of sensing their enemies power without using a scouter is was a way of the Sadalian Saiyans.

"Trunks as a Prince and one day a King you will be faced with things you don't want to do. As are me and your father. The most important thing to us is you. Our happiness is secondary to yours. When you my son, are King you will do better than the ones before you. I trust that you will be that great king."

As the crested moon illuminated the sky Vegeta just stared at it from his balcony. His mind raced with thoughts. The thoughts of his duty as a Prince and his small family the needs never aligned. He always had to choose between one of the other. His father made sure of that from the beginning. It was the first couple years of his son's young life that the King made sure Vegeta spent as much time as possible away from them as he deemed them a distraction, mostly Bulma. The ageing King hated the fact that Vegeta grew true feelings for the Saiyan Princess. It was never in his plan to have Bulma living in the palace and raising Trunks. He always figured that she would be like the other mothers of Kings. They were either woman who were paid off who were never heard of before, whore or they died at birth like his mother. Queens were rare on Vegeta-sei. His father spent his nights drunk in harems getting his fill of woman and wine.

"You shouldn't suppress your presence woman. I could end up accidently killing you". Vegeta said as he smelt the presence of who he'd chosen as his mate along time ago. Bulma only smiled to his way of saying hello to her. She had begun to read him so well after all these years. Vegeta turned to meet her and was instantly pleased by her appearance. The flamed haired royal closed the distance between them as he had to touch her.

She stood in front of him in a long black Satin robe. The blue hair was flowed like waves as it was untamed. Her body was encased in a black brassier and lacy black underwear that stopped at her midriff. Vegeta could fill his mouth beginning to salivate at the image of her.

"You act as if killing me would be easy." Bulma said as she felt his gloved hands on her waist pulling her closer into him. He closed his eyes and inhaled her intoxicating scent that sent ecstasy running through his system.

"Nothing is easy with you woman." He cupped her ass in his hands as he lifted her up to meet her lips. A girlish giggle passed her lips as she pressed her plump lips into his. He carried her to the large bed and laid her down to claim on his bed as he had done a thousand time, each time better than the last. He removed his gloves and ran his fingers through her wild aqua hair.

"My father…- "Vegeta started. As he was interrupted by her finger on his lips and the other grabbing his erected member.

"Vegeta I am not here to talk about you father. I'm not even here to talk at all". Bulma said as her skilled hand began to stroke him as he had taught her how to do many years ago. To think about it, Vegeta had taught her everything she knew about sex. Her first time, she had conceived Trunks. It was painful, and he had made it as pleasurable as a woman's first time could be.

He smirked and allowed her to take full control of him, something he could never allow another woman to do. Any other woman he had before her, he would completely dominate and kick them out of his quarters. The Prince craved every moment with her enjoyed exploring her body that was preserved just for him. '

They laid there together entangled after their session of passion. "I should claim you right here and now for everyone to see". Vegeta said and he plated a kiss on her exposed neck. "Give you my mark for all of them to see". His warm breath tickled her skin as nipped at her neck. Bulma closed her eyes and wished that sometimes he did just that. She wished that he would turn completely from his father's hand and into her arms, but that was asking for too much.

"He would kill me at the sight of it. Or alteast try to anyways." Bulma said turning to meet his obsidian glance.

"I will never let him touch you. Understand that woman. "Vegeta said with deathly sternness in his voice that made her fear the root of his hostility. The King had threatened her a numerous amount of times, but they had all been empty as of lately. Lately, he'd become more and more frustrated with Bulma's interference with Trunks and Vegeta. In which, he failed to realize he was the one who was interfering with their lives.

"This woman will be your mate, and I will have to honor that Vegeta. I will not be your nightly remedy or a concubine." Bulma said sitting up in the bed made for probably five people. Her one arm supported her and the other wrapped the sheets around her ample chest.

Vegeta sighed as he figured she was ready to talk now…" I will not bed that woman. Despite any ceremony that takes place, no matter what my father says. I will go through the motions, but that woman will not bare my children. That right is reserved for you and only you. You are my only choice. No matter what title she has. You ARE my Princess."

Vegeta said as he caressed her soft cheek and kissed her shoulder. He reassured her of place to him as often as she asked for it, but it wasn't going to be enough this time. "Maybe you should Vegeta…I can't give you anymore children. You know that, and I don't want to live in the shadows of this palace for the rest of my life." Bulma said replaying the news from the doctor that her body was too damaged from birthing Trunks to ever have any more children.

He felt his anger rising with her statement. "What kind of words are those!? Then I will have no more children. This is your home now, this is your family, you are no secret. It is you who chose not to know this place as your home and embrace it. You hide away in this palace and don't dare to interact with other Saiyans as if you are too good for them. These are my people and yours as well. No one has shunned you Bulma it's you who refuses all of them. "

Vegeta said loudly as he watched her sit there and look away for his judgmental glance. He was right, she stayed away from them not the other way around. Other Saiyans she met had only greeted her with respect. The respect the Mother of a Prince should receive. It was her who kept them all away.

He watched her exit his bed and grabbing her robe of the floor and wrapping her body away from. He only huffed and turned off his lights knowing that she was gone for the night and there was nothing left of the evening left to salvage.

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