Hey everyone! So I probably need to speed up this story. Should I skip a month or so, because I want to get to the interesting part. Do you guys think I should skip a month in the future? Please review if you have time! :)
We have arrived
And they were on their way to Vegetasei...
Vegeta hissed in the conference room. His father was asking if he had impregnated his wife yet. And after telling King Vegeta that he had, the King then had asked where his wife was at the moment. Vegeta wanted to strangle his father and tell him to fuck off, but he didn't want to be a disrespectful asshole like he usually is with everyone else.
"Are you sure that she is pregnant? She better be! Are you checking up on her every day?" Vegeta pondered what it meant when his father asked if he was checking up on her. He went into his room every night, but he would often go in when he knew she was sleeping, and he sneak back out before she awoke. So no, he hadn't been checking up to see if she was still with child.
But he wasn't about to tell his father that. Instead he snapped at him. "Yes, of course I have you old man!" And with that, Vegeta closed the screen to the intercom. He didn't want to talk to his father anymore.
He sighed, and he looked up at the ceiling of his ship. He felt tired. War had made him old with age, even though he was only 26. He use to be weak, but now he was strong. Stronger than any other person in the goddamn universe. And he was tired. All he wanted to do, was sleep. He wanted to sleep forever. He didn't want to go back to the battlefield, but he was sure that when he got back to Vegetasei, his father would send him back. And he wanted to scream that he had seen enough of his soldiers die that he didn't want to see any more bloodshed.
But he knew deep down inside, he would not disobey his father. He hated his father, but at least he had respect for him. Saiyans were known to live a long life span. Longer than a regular human. So he knew that when she ceased to exist, he might still be here, battling the long battle that still awaited him.
Or maybe not. He might die in battle in the next week. He was having conflicting feelings about dying. He had seen some of his greatest generals, and men die in agony, and screaming while blasts pierced through their thick armour. He was debating if it was best if he died in battle, or to live a long life without her. His princess. The woman who brought him immense pleasure.
He sighed once again, and he racked his hand through his unruly flame like hair. He wanted to sleep, yes it was true, but could he ever leave her? To this world of dead people, and war?
He stalked back to his room, and sneaked in quietly trying not to wake her. He pulled his boots off, and changed his clothes with lighting fast speed, then crawled into bed with her. He touched her flat stomach, and he felt the first pulses of a small brat in her belly. He smirked at the fact that he wasn't a failure. He could get her pregnant. And it didn't matter what her father and his father thought. He would create an heir. Someone who would be amazing, and powerful at the same time.
Bulma woke up the next morning, with a yawn, and there was a lingering smell around the bed. It smelled like the Prince. A faint hint of what she assumed was his natural odor. She smiled as she thought of the Prince and his strange ways. She knew that he would come visit her at night, and sleep next to her, but then before she awoke he was always gone. And that put a frown on her face.
Why wouldn't he want to be with her? Especially after that night that they had spent together? She sighed.
That was when she heard a voice through the speaker on the top of the door. "Everyone, we will be landing shortly on Vegetasei. Please stay in your rooms, until further notice."
Bulma sighed. Well it was time for her to meet his family, she supposed. She went to the closet and found one of the many dresses that she owned that were made by a very talented seamstress on her home planet. She ran her hands through the soft material, and she pressed her face to the fabric to smell the grass like smell from the last time she had been in the royal gardens.
She grabbed a pale mint green dress, and quickly threw it on.
She started to cry but silently. She missed home already. But she knew that she was going to be going to a new world, where there might be new experiences, but she just missed everything about her home. She missed the blue sky, the green grass, and the yellow sun. Where they were going, the sky was a blood red, and the sun burned with green heat. She had never personally been to Vegetasei, but from what she had heard from warriors who had been there, they described it as being a blood thirsty planet.
Chi Chi bursted into the room the instance that the thought about the planet popped into her mind. "Milady!" She squealed loudly.
Bulma raised an eyebrow to her maiden's voice. "What is it Chi?"
"He asked me! He asked me! He asked me!" Her last sentence was more prominent than the exact sentence that she had repeated three times over.
"Who? And what are you talking about?" Bulma put her hands on her waist, curiosity was getting the better of her.
"Goku! I mean Kakarrot. He asked me if I would like to go explore his home planet with him! Just me and him!" She sighed and bounced on the couch.
"Whose Goku, Kakarrot whatever his name is?"
"He was the soldier who came to your room with the other one the day we left." She waved her hand when she said the other one.
Bulma nodded. "Well how long will you be gone for?" Bulma asked timidly. Scared that her only maiden who was suppose to accompany her to this strange new planet was going to abandon her already.
"Oh... Well we are going to be gone for the first 3 months. I'm sorry Milady, but this is my one shot at happiness. And he's so handsome." Chi Chi started day dreaming about the handsome Kakarrot.
Bulma let out a nervous laugh. "Alright Chi, if you must, I suppose you can go off with him." She wanted to cry now. She couldn't believe her only companion that she brought with her from her home planet was going to leave her, to go off with some Saiyan!
Chi Chi looked at Bulma for a second. "We will be back in no time. You will see! And besides Goku said that the Prince and you should have your alone time." She raised her eyebrows twice when she said "Alone time."
Bulma sighed. He thinks I'm diseased or something. He only comes in when I'm asleep, and he leaves before I wake up. She made a small face.
"Well milady, maybe he's just thinking things over?" As Chi Chi spoke, the ship seemed to descend and the entire ship started to rock around. Bulma and Chi Chi squealed, and hugged each other for dear life. And then as soon as that occurred, it stopped.
A moment later, an angry looking prince came into the room. He pointed at Bulma. "Get ready. There is a royal barrage of people out there who want to meet you. And my family as well."
"You!" He pointed at Chi Chi. "You are to accompany the Princess out, but you will be behind me and the Princess. You will be standing next to Kakarrot and Raditz. My two most loyal soldiers."
Chi Chi nodded, and then scampered out of the room so quickly that Bulma swore that the girl was half Saiyan.
"Well my Princess, are you ready to meet the royal family, and everyone who is involved with them?"
She nodded her head. He hooked his arm through her's, and then they were out.
When the doors to the ship opened, she half expected a thousand or more people waiting to meet her. But there was only a handful of men at the door of the ship. She peeked from around Vegeta's shoulder. They were all soldiers, she believed.
They all were on their knees with their right hand in a fist and across their chest. And all at once, they spoke, "Lord Vegeta, welcome back!"
Vegeta nodded towards all the soldiers.
And then one in particular got up, and she stifled a gasp when she saw this soldier. He was an exact replica of the boy that she had met at the ball all those years ago. Except instead of the insane widow's peak he had a brush of bangs on the front of his face.
"Welcome home brother!" The young man shouted to Vegeta. And Bulma watched, as the young man jumped up, and hugged Vegeta.
She was shocked. Never had she ever known that Vegeta had a brother. And one who looked uncanny to the man that she had fallen in love with all those years ago.
"Princess Bulma this is my brother Prince Tarble of Vegetasei. And vise versa." Vegeta quickly spoke.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," the young prince said to Bulma.
"It's lovely to meet you Tarble." The princess said while smiling at the young Prince. Tarble smiled back at her.
"So Vegeta, what are your plans after all this?" Tarble questioned his brother.
"Whatever father wants me to do. Whether it be to go back to the battlefield, or stay here. It doesn't matter to me." Vegeta replied sourly.
The company started walking towards the palace, which was only a couple feet away from where the ship had landed.
Vegeta started talking to his brother about politics, and Bulma stopped listening. She looked at her surroundings. It was just like the soldiers had said. The sky was a red, but it wasn't a bright red, it was more of a pink red. Bulma assumed that the reason for that was because the sun was setting, and the green sun looked brilliant against the pink red sky.
She looked out at the vast planet, and she saw the yellow tipped grass, and the small homes that riddled the land. She was very surprised but still very excited. She was on another planet! She had never traveled out of her planet.
The company had walked to the throne room by the time, Bulma snapped out of her thoughts.
At the front of the throne room, stood 2 guards, and they were very big. Bulma had to tilt her head up all the way, to see their faces.
Vegeta shouted, "Stand down!"
The guards stepped aside, and opened the huge doors for the company to walk through. Bulma peeked around Vegeta's shoulder once more, as they walked into the throne room. A tall man stood up from the huge gold throne that was on top of a pillar of stairs.
Bulma watched as everyone who had came into the throne room, got down on one knee, and placed their hands across their chest. Except for Vegeta, Tarble, and Bulma, who stood there.
Vegeta had a smirk on his face, as he looked at his father with his dark black eyes. "Father, I have brought my wife back to Vegetasei!"
His father nodded. And then he sat back down. "Please leave us!" He shouted at the company that had followed them into the throne room.
The company of soldiers with the exception of Chi Chi took their right arm and beat it against their chest. And then everyone was ushered out of the room, as quickly as they had came.
Tarble smiled towards his father. "Father, are we going to have a feast tonight?" Tarble looked hungry. Probably because he was.
Their father replied, "Perhaps Tarble. If Vegeta and his new wife are willing to come to dinner with us."
Vegeta looked irritated.
"You and Tarble can have your feast. The woman and I will retire to our room. She is rather tired." Vegeta said to his father.
Vegeta looked at the woman. Her eyes had hallows below them, and her face looked more pale than regularly.
He quickly dragged her to their room at the palace. She was unaware of where they were going. The long hallways looks huge and shadows surrounded every corner. She wasn't sure how she would be able to live here.
She watched as they walked into a huge bedroom. It was extremely lavish in every detail down to the last thread on the bed sheets.
She saw her items in the center of the room. Someone must have came in and dropped everything off, she thought to herself. She picked up the first box, that was marked, Princess room things.
She smiled at Chi Chi's writing. She opened the box and saw that Chi Chi hadn't forgotten the little wooden box with her most precious items in it. She smiled and thought that maybe she should open it. It seemed as if the Prince was preoccupied with going through some of his own items from the ship. She peeked at the small box, quietly sighing when she found the picture of him drawn on the napkin all those years ago.
Before she could react, he stepped around her, and took the small box from her hands. She gasped, trying to reach the box that was now high above his head.
"Give that back!" She screeched.
"Why should I? What's so important in here anyway?" He asked, as he lowered his hand to take a peek into the small box.
She gave a small scream, and jumped on him pulling the box away from his hands.
She took the box and threw it in the box that she had removed it from. "It's really nothing. Just a small token from home."
"Hmph." He snorted through his nose. He never liked when people kept secrets from him. That was why he was so maniac. He always had to know everything whether it be what his soldiers were doing on the battlefield to where his future laid out for him. He was going to find out what was in that box no matter what.
Hey everyone! This is another chapter that I wrote. I need to speed up this story as soon as I can. I need to get to the interesting part! :)