Chapter 4
Sadalan Palace Nine Years Ago…
Bulma waited patiently on her balcony as her fate was impending. A warrior and intellect at heart still couldn't seem to stop the jitters that were radiating through-out her body. The orders that were forced upon her were simple. Princess Bulma Briefs of the Sadalan Empire was to give an heir to that of her brother empire the Vegeta-sei Saiyan's. In return, an alliance would be formed to destroy the Ice-jin ruler, Frieza. Bulma never in her life thought she would end up like the other royal women in her families' regime. Hell, she was actually worse off then the lot of them. She was being mated like a prized horse to a Prince she had never even laid eyes on before. Of course, he was a man of renowned skill and fortune, but she wouldn't even become his wife and she was still expected to him her most precious gift.
A sigh escaped her red painted lips as touched the delicate lace fabric that covered her body. Her mother insisted that she put on a show for the Prince this evening as he came to endow her with his precious sperm. The black lace lingerie wrapped her body seductively and barely covered her most private regions, but she figured that was the point. The rest of her was barely hidden behind a black robe that was made from chiffon that could still be seen through. Allowing her mind to drift elsewhere was nearly impossible. The Prince's ki signature had been overwhelming her mind since he step foot on her planet over eight hours ago. The Prince was the strongest living being on the planet it was hard not to get wrapped around such power. That same signature was now heading to her wing of the palace. It made her uneasy, she didn't want to be ripped apart by some brutish Saiyan her first time having intercourse, but what could she expect. The man was a ruthless killer and the Vegeta-Sei Saiyan were known for their lack of decency and compassion for other races.
Bulma wasn't even sure how to present herself to him. She was standing there half naked with her hair pulled back into a long wavy ponytail and she had poured them both two glasses of wine. She herself had already had two before she had placed the drinks for her guest of the evening.
The door opened slightly, and she could hear his foot steps in the main living area of her quarters. He was smart enough not to linger too long before making his way to her lavished bedroom. Bulma had to admit she was taken aback by him. The Prince was strikingly handsome, his features were sharp, his skin was tanned by the suns of Vegeta-sei and his demeanor just oozed regality. He was shorter than other Saiyan's she had met by a foot or so, but that did not take away from his power stance. A deep gulp passed her throat as she reached for the two glasses.
The onyx glaze of his felt like it was penetrating her skin. "Would you like a drink Prince Vegeta"?
He watched her offer him the glass and shook his head. "Do you have anything stronger, I don't prefer your berry juices".
His smoky voice mixed with a Northern accent was alluring on its own and she gave him a small smile. "Of course, your majesty".
His dark orbs had not left her frame since he had entered the quarters. The prince was aware that the Sadalans has different coloring varying from greys to purples, but he had never met one with the rare turquoise shade that stood in front of him with eyes to match. The porcelain skin looked as nearly as fragile as she did. Vegeta could sense her apprehension of the situation they were both forced into. To be honest, he wished there was another way as well. Vegeta couldn't exactly be happy about producing an heir. He had just finished his training to lead his own battalion and now his father was sticking him with a child. He was only eighteen himself most Elites waited until their mid-twenties to sow their oats.
The glass in front of him squirled with a dark liquid that he expected to be a rum or whisky, either was fine with him. She minded her training of the royal court and waited for him to take a drink before she did, she didn't want him going back to her parents believing she was barbarian.
Vegeta smirked when he realized she was abiding by the table rules. In which, she was not supposed to drink more than the Royal guest or any less Vegeta downed his drink completely and watched her struggle with the stronger beverage.
"Would you care for another, Prince Vegeta"?
"Stop".
Bulma just looked at him with bewilderment and wondered what exactly he wanted her to stop doing.
"Stop with all these pleasantries woman. Call me by my name not my title. It's not like were here to sign global treaties, we're here to fuck". Vegeta said bluntly causing her to sit upright and nod her head to him. Bulma felt as if she understood that meant he was growing impatience with her. Her mother had made it very clear not to screw this up.
"Of course,…". Bulma stood slowly and began to undo her robe as she stood in front of him.
As much as he wanted her to continue, Vegeta couldn't allow her to go any further at that moment. He could smell her anxiety building on her skin.
"Stop woman, that isn't what I meant. I only meant for you to stop behaving as if you're my substandard. This is your home, you should at least be comfortable in it. I highly doubt this was your idea of how you planned on spending your full moon." Vegeta said as he grabbed the bottle she poured the rum from and made himself another glass.
They sat from across each other and long lounge sofas separated by a glass table. He watched her just continue to stand their clenching her robe.
"No, it's not, but if this outfit doesn't please you. I can change". Bulma said as she connected her glance with his strong dark eyes. Vegeta stood and approached her slowly as he put down the glass.
"Fine, take it off for me and turn slowly as you present yourself for a Saiyan Prince".
Bulma gave him an emotionless nod as she followed his demands.
Stripping away the robe as she let it drop to the floor. She allowed herself to turn slowly and give him a full view of all her assets and curves that she had acquired in her Seventeen years. Vegeta appeared behind her wrapped an arm around her toned abs and another hand around her neck as he inhaled her deeply.
Bulma only closed her eyes and waited for him to undress her, but he didn't he stopped dead in his tracks.
The girl smelt clean, too clean to him, that only meant one thing. It meant she was a virgin… he huffed his breath and backed away from her.
"You're untouched". Vegeta said sitting back on the lounger.
Bulma was taken back by his words and just looked at him. The way he said it almost sounded like an insult. She wondered if he was yet disappointed by knowing he wasn't about to be indulged by a nymphomaniac.
"Is that uncommon, on Vegeta-sei"? Bulma asked curiously. She knew the Saiyan's differed, but she never truly never compared them before. He was as much Saiyan as her, but they were just of different branch house-holds.
Vegeta shook his head at the naive girl. "We Saiyans are a promiscuous bunch. Sex is more of activity for pleasure and a show of dominance. Virginity isn't rare, but I always question why. Especially, when Saiyans are always ready or a good hump. What's your reasoning? Is there a jaded lover hiding somewhere you were waiting to give yourself too"?
Bulma watched him lazily drink his rum as she felt self-conscious once again that evening in front of the Prince's prying eyes.
"No, I just hadn't put much thought into it. I've focused my time into training and research not chasing tails. I'm guessing you've had your fair share of sexual experiences by your reaction". Bulma said with more boldness then she had meant. It wasn't the Prince's questioning was out of line she was just over his entire demeanor. He sat there as chill as a glacier as she wondered their next move. Of course, she knew the man was experienced. He probably indulged himself in the harem weekly.
He smirked at her and her brash statement. He was starting to wonder when she was going to show her true self.
"I've had my fun, but I'm a Prince I have much higher standards than some third-class grunt that fucks anything with or without a tail, but I've never been with an untouched Princess. I can insure you that or even heard of one".
Bulma rolled her large cerulean eyes to him and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm happy that my virginity pleases you, your majesty". Bulma said without any lasting enthusiasm.
He grunted to her and smirked. "Put on your clothes on woman and drink your berry drink. I have no desire in procreating with a woman that I barely even know."
"No, we have to do this. Tonight! I apologize if I don't meet your criteria for a good lay, but my people's future apparently lies in between my legs. I'm not excited about having some foreign Saiyan ravage me for the night either, but this was the deal and we're both going to comply if that means I have to figure this out for myself". Bulma exclaimed as she stared him down with a powerful stance.
Vegeta was more intrigued with her by the moment. He was wondering if she had any fire in her to spit at him. The Sadalian's were much more reserved and posh than their breed counterparts. Vegeta had heard that she had a sharp tongue and her parents had already issued him an apology for anything she might say that was "offensive". All he could do was appreciate her slick tongue and beauty. In all honesty, he wanted to know more about the heiress. Vegeta had no intention of taking her like some breeding cattle. The girl was gorgeous, and he wanted to offer her a chance to at least be comfortable around him.
"I can appreciate your enthusiasm to be fucked, but we have plenty of time and when that time comes, I promise that sharp tongue will not be able to form the words to object anymore. Therefore, take a sit, order dinner and enlighten me of what it is like to be the Princess of such a sovereign Saiyan nation".
Bulma raised an arched eyebrow to him and decided that she would comply with him for now….
Hours passed into the night, they had eaten and drunk intoxicating beverages and the tension in the room seemed to melt away as the time drifted away from them. They spoke of the differences in their cultures and battles they had both experienced. She had found that the Prince was more renowned in battle than she had previously thought. Her outfit had also changed with dinner as she choose to dress herself in more of a thicker silk robe that still showed of her curvaceous body.
"Have you killed before"? Vegeta questioned as watched her prop her feet up on the sofa.
Bulma looked at him and gave him a quick nod. "Yes, I was on Lunar 879 during the battle of Cronos".
Vegeta looked at her and tried not to show his disbelief. He knew of the battle, every Saiyan alive knew of the battle. It was the battle that sparked the tension between the Sadalian's and Cold Empire two years ago. There was only one survivor of that battle.
"You were the only person left alive on that post. How"?
Bulma only let out a small chuckle. "The planet and everyone were soaked in a thick mud. After the initial ambush and first couple of hours of battle, everyone began to look the same. It was after I felt most of the Sadalian's ki's dropping that it didn't matter who I killed after that. I just pushed my blade into anything left moving until I was the only left moving. My body was numb and I still until this day cannot be sure I didn't kill any Saiyans that were concealing their Ki. I just…went with my basic instinct and killed. I crawled into one of the less damaged pods, drifted in space for a couple of days until I was finally found."
He listened intensely to her story of battle and gore and found himself completely enamored by her tale of gruesome battle. The girl was the perfect Onna by his terms, but he wasn't there for that. His father made it very clear to him that he was not to mate with this female by means. His objective was literally to give his woman his sperm and create a viable heir to his empire. Vegeta was already breaking his command by not taking the woman by the time he'd walked through the doors. His father controlled every aspect of his life and he'd be damned if that included what happened in his bedroom.
"I've had many nights that I didn't know if the son would ever show again. I commend you". Vegeta said standing from the couch.
Bulma watched him stand a wondered what was his next move for the evening. "I have important business at the at the centennial tomorrow, so I'll be taking my leave for the evening. Goodnight, Princess". Bulma stood as he headed to the door attempting to stop him.
"Wait, what am I supposed to tell my parents, because they will most definitely be asking and expecting results." Bulma said with a slight panic in her voice. He turned and gave her a slight smirk.
"Tell them I was beyond adequate and you look forward to baring me kin. Don't worry I'll be back on the next moon and I as sure you I will not disappoint you".
Bulma blushed as she watched him walk away from her leaving her in the room alone. It was a night she would never forget, he was a man that she would never forget. It seemed that fate hadn't frowned down on her completely.
One Month Later…
Vegeta sat in pod and allowed his mind drift as he passed through space. His mind had found the familiar face of the Saiyan Princess. Her scent, her beauty, it was everything about her that had held is attention over the past month and over two million miles away. It was a craving that would not be filled with any other substance besides her. Vegeta was not a fool, he knew what was happening to him. His guard, Nappa had told him the mating ritual in secrecy knowing that his father would probably kill him if he ever did mate the Princess. It was important to Vegeta to know about the bond and what it could mean for him, for the both of them.
It sounded more tantalizing with each tale. The thought of having Bulma as his mate for the rest of his life, untouched by any other male raised the hair on the back of his neck.
Tonight, would truly be a night he would never forget and insured that the Princess wouldn't either.
Bulma sat in room this time, she choose not to let her mother intervene by showing her what to wear and tell her what to do. Her mother had already grown suspicious about her night with the Prince and then her sudden change of wardrobe didn't help but to add to her mother's curiosities. As her mother excused herself from the room, Bulma unwrapped the box she had purchased just for tonight.
It was a blood red lingerie gown. The gown had two deep slits that started at the top of her thighs. The front of the dress had a deep V-neckline that extended almost all the all her belly button. It was a Vegeta-sei native gown and she hoped that the Prince approved of this outfit more than the one she had worn for him previously. Instead of her nerves rising in damn near fear, this time the Princess grew in anticipation for his arrival.
Bulma had even gone as far as to speak secretly with her cousins who had been with the Saiyans of the Sand. They emphasized how they liked rough sex and even taught her about oral sex. One of the girls even heard that Vegeta was a fan of doggy style. All the information she received from them was overwhelming. Bulma wasn't an idiot, she understood the terminology they were using, but turning that into actions was going to be another hurdle. Never in her life had she wanted to please a man so badly.
Emptying her glass quickly and refilling it again, allowed her nerves to gain control of themselves. Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she could sense him entering her room and she attempted to put on a calm sensual demeanor. This time she sat on the couch and elongated her body on the sofa as her long blue hair cascaded over her shoulders. Vegeta entered the room and instantly noticed the change in her. No longer stood a scared woman in front of him offering herself to him in submission. This was a vixen who looked like she was begging to be fucked by him.
He sat on the opposite couch and removed his gloves and sat on them on the coffee table. His eyes contacted hers and she only gave him a small smile that made his entire body excited.
"Do you need help removing your armor"? Bulma asked as she perched herself up from the lounger. He nodded as she soon stood and allowed her to come closer to him. Vegeta always traveled full armor, he never knew he himself would become to target, this was no exception. Her hands trailed his breast plate and landed on the insignia over his heart.
"The crest is so similar to our own". Her hands ran over the blood red crest as she inhaled his woodsy masculine smell filled her nostrils as she pulled at the restraints of the armor releasing each side of the armor and set him free.
"Yet we Saiyans are so different- "He was cut off as he felt her sliding down his body. Cocking his head to the side he saw her smiling as she helped him remove his boots as well. In his mind, he thought that this had to be a completely different woman that he had met in the prior month. Vegeta sat back on the couch and ushered her closer to him, he pulled her down into his lap so he get a closer look at her.
The smell of sweet honey and flowers radiated from her hair and skin. So much of her flawless skin was showing for him and he noticed it wasn't blemished at all. The woman who sat in his lap was so petite and seemed to be equally fragile as she stood close to three inches shorter than him. Vegeta could hardly believe that they shared the same close genetic makeup.
Her hands laid in her lap as she was unsure what her next move should be, she hoped more than anything he would guide her and be a hell of a lot more vocal. It seemed all he was doing now was looking at her and then a smirk appeared on his thin lips. Watching him pull his own shirt over his head he watched her eyes rake over his muscular chest and torso. It only took a second for Bulma to know what she wanted to do with her hands.
Her porcelain hand ran across one of the many scars that bore into his olive toned skin. "Vegeta…." Was all she could utter at that moment. It was known that the Saiyans of Vegeta-sei were warriors and damn near space pirates, but she would've never guessed how much battle their own Prince had seen. The second thought that came to mind was he was only two years older than herself and his chest was littered with scars and she expected the rest of him was as well.
"Do they offend you"?
Bulma only looked and him took a deep breath and bent her neck down to the point she could kiss the edge of a scar that started at his collar bone and ended at the top of his ribcage. It was hard to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head at her sweet touches.
"No, I'm in the presence of a true Saiyan Warrior, I couldn't be more impressed".
Vegeta ran his fingers up her body pulled her neck into him as his lips crashed into her own. All his mind was thinking was how she felt so good, tasted, smelt, he was becoming eager and it was starting to show. Bulma was quick to reciprocate his touch as she kissed him back with a neediness. Her hands found a place on his chest and her body began to involuntarily move against his crotch.
It was then he choose to deepen the kiss by lifting them both from the couch and he made his way to her bed. Gently laying her down, he focused solely on the assault on her lips. Pushing his tongue into sweet mouth, he allowed his fingers to play in her thick blue waves. Vegeta was in no rush, he wanted to explore every avenue of her body no matter how long it took. The image of her and this moment had been daunting him for the last month.
Bulma couldn't help but moan into the kiss as he caressed her scalp. Her long-toned legs wrapped around his hips naturally causing him to grow more eager to him responding to him. It wasn't hard to tell that Vegeta was well endowed as his member pressed into thigh, she grew slightly nervous at the thought of fulling accommodating him.
Her fear was replaced by anticipation as his hand found it way to her chest, he pawed at her chest as he grabbed a handful of her breast and massaged in his hand as he pulled away from the assault on her lips, leaving her breathless.
The kisses ended him at the nook of her neck as he inhaled her sharply, "I've though about the prospect of marking you as mine". Vegeta said before he lowered himself to her ample chest and pulled the fabric back exposing her completely. Bulma didn't have anytime to respond as he captured her fulling in his warm mouth. Bulma had never experienced pleasure the way he was executed it on her every single month they shared. Her moans filled the room as he continued the assault.
Vegeta could feel and smell her arousal as her legs were wrapped around him ever so tightly. His erection was begging for release from its bondage. He was aware that he probably would even last very long as he was instructed by his advisor to not masturbate to give her the best chance of conceiving his heir. That mixed with the thought of her being a virgin gave the recipe for a short experience. He stopped left a kiss on her breast.
Bulma watched as he stood and undressed himself the rest of the way. His erection spur to life as she watched him place himself back onto the bed on his knee.
"Do you need this garment any further"? Vegeta asked with a sinister smirk. Bulma shook her head and the gown was ripped from her body without hesitation. He laid himself on the bed and positioned himself between her legs as he took in the beauty of her nude body.
"I'm going to taste you and then I'm going to fuck you". Vegeta said as if he was giving her a fair warning. It wasn't even a passing second before his lips connected with her bare clit. Bulma's eyes rolled back as she clinched the sheets causing them to rip. He smiled into her wet center at her reaction to him licking away at her tender flesh. Vegeta continued to lick and suck at her until he could feel her body began to constrict and her body began to quiver against his talented tongue.
He heard her moan and gasp in their native tongue. It was no secret the Princess had experience her first orgasm at the hands of him. His tongue lapped her a couple more times to taste the sweetness of her body surrending to him. Vegeta watched her as her body glistened with mist of sweat and her breathing was erratic. He dared to say he was proud, but he was yet to be done with his virgin Princess.
Vegeta ushered her closer to him to the point that her entrance was dangerously close to his tip. He leaned over her placed both hands on the side of her head and looked into her large blue eyes. "This is going to hurt, but I'll make It as enjoyable as I can for you". He whispered quietly into her ear causing her nerves to melt away.
Bulma watched as he began to rub his hard cock against her.
It was moments after that she could feel him beginning to penetrate her walls. Bulma covered her mouth with a pillow to keep from screaming out at the pain. Vegeta was large and she could feel him all already her. He pushed her legs open wider to release some of the tight pressure that all around him. It damn near hurt him as well as he began to move slowly into her. Vegeta watched the blood leak from her and he knew that the worse part was over for her. He moved in and out of her with more ease and he watched her pained expression turn more into pleasure as her moans. It was only after five minutes could he feel her tighten on him again.
He let out a couple of groans and spewed lines of curses as he felt her orgasm for him again. Vegeta was grateful for his limit had been reached as well. A couple more thrust and he was held at her mercy as he collapsed on top of the Saiyan Princess. After a few moments of catching their breath, Bulma was the first to speak after there union.
"You wanted to mark me, what kept you from making me more than the Prince's consort?" Bulma played with the hair on the back of his neck as he used her breast as ample pillows. Vegeta wasn't expecting her to even bring up what he had said to her during their session.
"Our parents would probably kill each other before they allowed their empires to be link by a mating ritual, Besides that nothing. I wish to make you mine. The thought of another man touching you drives me to a rage. I want nothing more than to indulge your body every single night and wake to you every morning. My mind hasn't been put to ease since I first laid eyes on you".
Bulma hadn't expected Vegeta to be so verbal and expressive about his feelings for her. It wasn't that the feelings she carried for him weren't mutual. It was the truth that he spoke. They were already in the middle of a war with the Cold Empire, she couldn't risk tensions between the Saiyans as well.
Bulma lifted his chin as his endless eyes met her cerulean ones. "Then promise me that one day I will be yours' and I promise to uphold those vows until that day". It wasn't even a second that passed before he made up mind and surrendered to her forever.
Vegeta slid up her body and sealed the promise with a kiss on her lips as he wrapped her body around his to continue to ride out the emotions welling between the both of them.
Present
Bulma watched absently as she watched Vegeta train. It was the night prior to his wedding and a large dinner was being held in the name of the Prince and soon to be Princess Kamil. It was damn near impossible to keep the emotions hidden behind her usually impenetrable wall. The memories wouldn't stop flowing through her mind and she could nearly feel him on her skin. It was been three weeks and they hadn't spoken a word to each other. It was that one moment of lack of concentration that she allowed her ki to flicker and made herself known to him.
She cursed herself and intended to flee the scene, but it was too late. He would be hot on her trail.
"Woman, what is wrong"? Vegeta asked as he closed in on her. Vegeta saw the desperation on her face, her eyes were red, her usual pristine skin was flushed, and her stone wall had crumbled in front of her.
Attempting to look away from him she turned to keep the tears from embarrassing her further. He closed the distance between them as he pushed her up against the pillar to keep any evading eyes away from the sensitive situation. "How many times do I have to lose everything"? I've lost my home, my people and now you." Vegeta felt the weight of her words as he wiped her beautiful face of the tears pooling on her cheeks.
"You won't lose me Bulma. I promise, I will fix this. On my honor. I will make this right". Vegeta said as he laid his forehead against hers.
"How Vegeta? How can I expect anything from you? I must watch you complete the ritual without a kink in my armor and solid face as the man that I promised myself too takes another worthless, undeserving Saiyan as his own. Explain that to me".
He listened to her heavy words and only wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close into him. His lips touched her ear and he spoke softly into her.
"I have a plan in motion with the Gero empire for overthrow my father. In order for this plan to be in motion. My father must believe I'm loyal only to him. I do this for us Bulma, I will not ask you to stand by my side as I complete this, but I just need you to know I do not go into this willingly like a spineless child. I have my reasons." Vegeta said as quietly as he could, and he knew that he sensitive ears picked up on every word and syllable. Bulma did not react, but she knew that what he was saying was the truth and only the truth.
Bulma pressed her lips against his felt the warmth that was him. It was hard for the both to only allow the kiss to go so far. Vegeta pulled away from her and wiped the remaining water from her face.
"I'll be there".
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