Chapter Four

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Vegeta stood lonely in the wall length mirror and looked at his reflection. His scowl deepened as he adjusted his royal chest plate. The day was not joyous as it was his wedding day. The day had been longed destined now as he had postponed it as long as possible, but now it had arrived, and he couldn't run from it any longer if his plan was to take action. This was the sacrifice that had to be made for his future to be secured. The large wooden door peered open and he knew who it was that came to bother him during his last time of peace.

"What are your wishes my Prince? Let me help you with your destiny"?

Vegeta didn't even turn to acknowledge her.

Shaking his head, he turned and smirked at the regally dressed soon to be bride.

"Make me King Kamil and I'm yours".

His words left her standing alone in the mirror as he heading to the main event.

The Royal Wedding.

Bulma had to admit that something about put a smirk on her usual stoic face. She wasn't sure if it was the deeply seductive red elegant ensemble she wore to her lovers wedding or that the next step of Vegeta's plan was going into effect. Either way, her mood was more cheerful than expected as her head was high, and her heart was prideful was she strolled down the aisle to take her place on the first row next to her son. Her insignia was holding her gown together at the waist as the deep V-neck ascended her torso.

Her eyes didn't roam her position was sure, he eyes never once left Kamil.

As they spoke those vows in front of the entire empire, Bulma just lowered her shoulders, squared her hips and sat with her neck crowning toward the throne. Trunks sat next to her and he sat as a proud Prince of the crown and kept his emotions in check. He disagreed, the amount that he disagreed led to a rather loud argument with his father and a severe sparring session. Trunks landed a couple of critical shots into his father before Vegeta knocked him out cold in front of the entire squadron.

Bulma didn't agree in the least, but Trunks had once again let his emotions lead his motives and words.

It was critical for him to learn to control those feelings he couldn't understand or rationalize. It didn't matter how anger he got Bulma always tried to check his aggressions into positive constructive energy.

The ceremony was quick and traditional as they said the words and took the vows.

Bulma watched as Kamil and Vegeta exited the throne room. The crowd all saluted them with their hands over their hearts and bowing to the new Crowning Prince and Princess of the Glorious Saiyan Empire. She gave the smallest curtsey as they passed as Bulma refused to bow to any foreign dignitaries that were not her own. The ceremony wrapped up and the true festivals were beginning as the rest of the large party was being ushered into the dining halls and grand hall.

Trunks was excused from the evenings events as they were more vulgar than she wanted him to see.

The parties the King through often ended up with half naked concubines taking guest back into the harem and pleasing them in the hallways sometimes as well. The celebrations of empire often became vulgar and tasteless ritual that went into the late-night hours and tonight was no exception for it was a full moon. Luckily, Saiyan science had advance enough that a temporary vaccine was distributed to those who lived in the city limits. It solved the issue of constantly having to rebuild structures while also lowering the amount of rapid murders on Full Moons.

Bulma entered the event and as usual most eyes were on her whether they be side glances or full on gawking by the male guest. Her wild blue hair was down as it descended her back covering up her exposed skin. It was rare for her to wear her hair down outside the bedroom with her lover, but she wanted to tease him. It was there connection that let her know that his eyes would temporarily found their way to her and then diverted themselves immediately. The dress she wore tonight was a play on the lingerie she wore for their first time and he was very…very aware.

She refused his eye contact as he sat at the head of his table with Kamil as she chatted away with her socialite friends.

A dark presence took over her sense as she turned and saw the man of her people's downfall closing in on her precise location. Vegeta felt the change in her ki and saw the small framed purple and white Icejin standing next to her.

"Princess Bulma it's been a decade, you've grown into quiet the woman. I'm glad King Vegeta was able to save you from your Planet's untimely demise it would've been a tragedy to lose a national treasure such as you". Frieza said as he looked the Princess over with a wicked chuckle. It wasn't a question as to if Frieza was going to be there it was when. If it was up to her she'd slip a blade across his neck, but she was sure it wouldn't kill the bastard. So, she stuck her feelings of hate and revenge down into the pits of her stomach. Grabbing a champagne off a nearby tray, she gave the cold-bloodied lizard a smile.

"I don't credit my survival or anything else to King Vegeta. I believe that you and him are both rather high on my 'shit list' Frieza".

Frieza laughed at her statement and laid his hand on the small of her back escorting her through the ballroom. She followed him as they both began to converse.

"I almost missed that crass and sarcastic tone of yours. I was hoping the past could stay in the past, dear Princess. Since all is fair in love and war and tonight, we celebrate the union of your beloved Vegeta and his new mate. I was nearly amused to find out that King Vegeta had successful severed the union that would be you and Prince Vegeta. The man is a brute".

Bulma rolled her eyes at Frieza's dramatics. King Vegeta and Frieza were a duo of two rather evil people in her book. Vegeta purged the planets and destroyed all living inhabitants and Frieza sold them for a profit. It was a blood trade that had gone on for the last past ten years.

"Yes, you both have a rather dull sense of humor. Besides, Vegeta made his choice and I will just have to live with that if I like it or not." After completing her glass of expensive champagne, she sat it down at the table he led her to.

"It's true, I'm a cynic. I guess we'll just see when our paths cross again". Frieza said as he smirked and began making his way through the crowds once again. Bulma allowed her pulse to regain its composure as she kept her outside demeanor, but on the inside she was screaming for a bloodied revenge.

It was in his nature to push people into positions that they couldn't reciprocate.

That split moment she let her concentration slip until she felt a toned arm wrap around her midsection and she completely froze.

"Vegeta isn't going to run over here and rip my arms off is he"? A musky voice spoke close to her ear. Bulma eased her senses when she recognized the familiar voice, and she rolled her large cerulean eyes at the intruder.

"No Councilor Yamcha, I believe the Prince is occupied this evening."

Vegeta had been putting in his best efforts to avoid the blue beacon in the room. First, Frieza imposes his presences on her and now the scar faced councilmen had his arms wrapped around her petite midsection. It didn't help that the woman was looking like the Goddess of Lust. The way her body looked in the red silk ensemble only gave him shameless ideas on how to deal with her. He hadn't even been married a day and day and he was thinking of the ways he could break his vows with the Princess. His Princess.

As soon as he was about to rip Yamcha away from her, he felt a hand wrap around his arm.

"It seems Bulma is moving on rather quickly, that's good for her. Councilor Imahara has a good family name."

He only grunted and fought the urge to slap her away. "Shut up".

His response only made her chuckle. It annoyed him how unfazed she was by his cruelty and threats of physically violence.

"Don't worry Vegeta. We might not become a union tonight, or even this week, but I promise. I will have you". She spoke softly into his sensitive ears and kissed his cheek leaving a lingering mark from her lipstick.

The night continued, as Vegeta dismissed himself from the party and found himself in the kitchen. Finding one of the most refined bottles of whiskey the royal palace had to offer him to drown his sorrows and aggression. It bothered him endlessly to watch Bulma live what could have been her life without him. Vegeta was always so sure that he would've found his way to her regardless if they were paired together by his father or not. Vegeta took the though with a shot glass of whiskey as he sat on top of the kitchen island. Stripping himself of his gloves he thought about his elaborate plans. He had completed the most dire step of the plan which was securing his title as the crown Prince and gaining what he could of his father's favor. The old man was dense to believe that he had his son's undying loyalty after all the man had done to his family.

The second shot was smoother as he thought about what his life would've been without his father's interjections. Bulma would've been Queen by now he was sure, for Sadalan Saiyans were feminist at best. Her mother wasn't the genius she was, but her father was one of the brightest minds in the universe, but he was up in age and Bulma was his oldest child. She was destined to be a Queen and he was going to give that to her if it meant his life.

Third shot, his senses were only slightly dulled. Until he turned and seen a flash of red in the archway of the kitchen. A smile appeared on her angelic face as she approached him. Vegeta watched her strip her shoes off at the doorway and grab a bottle of wine out the fridge and walk over to him. She took her place on the counter-top next to him and laid her head on his shoulder.

"What are you doing cowering in the kitchen on your wedding night"? Vegeta gave her the side eye as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her curls.

"I'm not cowering woman. I removed myself to keep from ripping the councilors' throat out with my teeth for the way he was so forward with you, but I guess this is my punishment".

Bulma lifted her head from his broad shoulder and tilted her head to meet his eyes.

"I'm not punishing you. I'm playing a role. Besides, you shouldn't let Yamcha make you so jealous. Sure, he's easy on the eyes, but he's not you." Vegeta reached to touch her chin and lifted it slightly and ran his thumb down her bottom lip seductively. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her. Nothing would be sweeter than to taste her sweet skin in his mouth.

"Yes, it is. I watched you all night. You think that dress didn't bring back memories of me taking you for the first time back on Sadala? You never wear your hair down either or that scent. This is punishment and I wish I could punish you appropriately, but here I am a stupid honorable Saiyan with morality." Vegeta let his finger slip from her lip as he spoke the word morality as if it was a curse itself.

Bulma watched him take another swig of his drink this time the glass was absence. Shaking her head, Bulma popped the top of her wine bottle and watch it fall to the ground. It wasn't until after a long swig did she rest the bottle on the counter and looked at her longtime lover.

"Poor Vegeta…" He rolled his eyes and playful knocked her slightly causing the wine bottle to fall to the ground.

Bulma shook her head at him and reached over him and took his bottle of whiskey and began to drink it from the mouth of the bottle.

"Now, I have to drink this tart syrup."

"Psh…just keep playing your supposed role. I promise no one will care if I spill the blood of that councilor all over your pretty dress."

Bulma jumped down off the counter and pushed herself between his legs slowly. Vegeta watched her instantly as she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his thick neck. Pressing her lips to his cheek she enjoyed the warmth of his arms around her midsection. His touch only felt natural on her exposed skin.

"Goodnight, Prince Vegeta. I'll be taking this with me, so you don't cause a scene."

"Bothersome Woman". Vegeta said as walked away with his bottle of whiskey and left him alone with his somber thoughts.

The palace was quiet for the remainder of the night. Vegeta slipped into his room and locked the door behind himself to assure that Kamil wouldn't try to slip under his sheets. While Bulma found herself to be a night owl. Sleep evaded her completely as she decided that she was going to train instead. Trunks had spent the evening with Son's at their compound in the Imperial City. The sun was now rising in the sky as she had spent the entire night training her mind and body. Sweat was dripping from ever pore in her body, she could feel the soreness setting into her tiresome muscles.

The silence of the palace was shattered by a blood curdling scream coming from the royal living quarters. Bulma grabbed her staff and ran as fast as she could until she reached the source of the chaos. Her fight et led her to the King's Quarters and she was shocked at the sight before her.

The king laid there gasping for air as his eyes began to bleed. It was clear the man had been poisoned. Vegeta arrived quickly behind her as he was still in his sleep pants. They both just looked at the King as he was being tended to by the medical staff. The King's eyes met Bulma and then his son. It was with the strength that he had he pulled the breathing mask away from his mouth.

"Arrest that witch, this is her doing…"

Bulma's body went cold as she heard his direct order to have her thrown in prison. His guards hesitated but began to move on her position.

"NO! I had nothing to do with this, probably one of your disgusting concubines". Bulma stated as she opened her staff to protect herself. Vegeta grabbed one of the guards subconsciously knocking him into the wall and grab kicked the opposing one into the wall as two more attacked Bulma.

"Kakkarot, Nappa hold him! If I die so does that whore"! The King yelled in command in between coughing and being taking out on the stretcher by the medical staff. Vegeta watched as his most trusted comrades made the choice to solemnly follow their King. Vegeta couldn't blame them, but he hoped they were in for a fight. Vegeta watched as Bulma fought of the guards, but now three of them were swarming her.

He could feel his blood boiling in his veins as they roughly handled her. Vegeta could see the bruising already forming on her face and arms.

Losing the battle Bulma felt a sharp jab in her side as one of the Elites had hit a sensitive nerve in her rib cage causing her to buckle her concentration. Taking her staff Bulma elbowed the Elite in throat causing his windpipe to collapse. The closes guard grabbed her wrist and bent it backwards into her back causing her to scream in pain as she heard her bone crack under the force. Vegeta thought he was going to lose his mind as Kakkarot held him back against the wall and Nappa held his arms in restraint.

"If you lose it now Vegeta, you won't be able to help her later. Please Prince, let her go. We will save the Princess". Nappa said to attempt to soothe the raging Prince. In reality, both Nappa and Kakkarot were losing their grip on the Prince and if he continued to fight them he was going to over power them and the massacre would be imminent in the Kings' bedroom. Bulma heard Nappa's soft words and stopped fighting knowing she was just making the situation worse. Vegeta would lose sight of the bigger picture if he turned from his father now.

Her eyes fought a tear that threatened to fall from the pain radiating her hand, but she gave in and allowed the two remaining guards to drag her away to the prison.

Vegeta watched her being drug like a diseased corpse through the palace halls as everyone watched. As everyone turned away to show respect to Bulma only one person kept their eyes locked with Bulma's. Kamil gave a small side smirk as she watched Bulma disappear through the hall.