Stolen Hearts Chapter 30
As the light unwelcomingly bored its way through Bulma's closed lids she rolled over and gave a groan of defiance. It had been stalking her for quite some time and the proud queen was growing tired of its bothersome presence. How dare the sun intrude upon her! True, she usually was awake long before the sun ever reached her but for some reason she longed more then anything to cling to the serenity and warmth of sleep that had finally embraced her fully. She had not slept this well in ages and she was definitely not going to relinquish it now.
That's when she felt a presence at her side.
Bulma sprung up like a lightening bolt followed by the thunder and with an alarmed cry just as loud causing the peaceful body next to her flying, still caught in the groggy confusion of sleep.
"Oh God, Vegeta!" Bulma gasped tumbling off the bed after he dislodged lover, "Oh dear, I forgot. I'm just not used to sleeping beside anyone," She explained as she inspected him thoughly for an injury of any sort, upset at how many scars she found. She must have been too involved with other parts of him last night to notice them.
Vegeta let her inspect him knowing full well that nothing was wrong, but enjoying the attention and care, not to mention the warmth and gentleness of her touch. He had forgotten how good it felt to be loved.
"Not even your King?" Vegeta questioned, quite happy that the scum called Yamcha was no where near HIS woman.
"No, we are not close like that. He learned not to try me early on. It was only a marriage of convenience and safety for Trunks, you know that right?" Bulma explained quickly suddenly worried that he thought she had abandoned thought of him and simply married another, "It killed me to do it, but it had to be done."
"You don't have to explain yourself to me. I do not doubt your intentions or your love," Vegeta said and felt his heart swell like he never thought it could.
"He is still King though, and I his wife," Bulma thought aloud with a furrowed brow as she was no confronted with the problem of what to do, "As much as I hate to admit it much has changed in the past ten years. He is not a bad man, only ill placed. But worry not, now that I have found you there is no doubt in this world that you are the only one I will be with. Yet the problem remains that once haunted us before."
"We will run this time?"
"Hush. Let us speak no more of this dreary-some topic on this fine morn," Bulma pleaded, pulling Vegeta close, "We should relish what we have now and worry not about the future. There will be time enough for that later. We might not even have to for the world might be destroyed in a few days time."
Vegeta looked at her questioningly and she filled him in on the events he had missed, and the upcoming battle to end all battles.
"It seems we don't have long to make our decision," Vegeta said gravely, but then his growling stomach broke the tension, "My love, you know it is my last desire to leave your side, but I fear if I am to lie here any longer I may never arise."
"Very well," Bulma said with a soft laugh, "I suppose you may go sate your hunger if you must."
"Oh you are a fine lady," Vegeta smirked as he leaned in and spoke against her lips, "In return I will make you the best breakfast that had ever passed your divine lips. Have you ever tasted the wild berries of early spring? It is an experience to say the least."
"I cannot say I have wild sir," Bulma returned smiling back into his mouth, "But I will leave it to you to educate me on this new...pleasure."
"Anything you wish," Vegeta finished coyly and closed the space between them to plunder Bulma's mouth with a kiss that made her heart stop. Oh God how she missed that.
"Hurry back. My body aches without you," Bulma moaned as Vegeta pulled away. She wanted to kiss him forever.
With one last lingering kiss Vegeta bounded off and disappeared out the door. It was funny, Bulma had lived ten years without him and now it felt like she would not last ten minutes. Their bond made on that magical night had reformed quickly.
Just as Bulma was feeling as though she were walking on clouds, her senses told her there was a darkness about. Far overhead from beyond the veil of blue sky which hid them, the stars were singing. A pure, cold, sad music. The faerie Queen's eyebrows furrowed for she knew what amiss, she just didn't want to think about it. not now when everything finally seemed right.
A husky laugh empty of all joy sounded behind her. Bulma's hair became a whirling blue vortex she spun around so quickly.
"Yamcha."
The laughing stopped. He looked dark. Grim. Humorless. There was something different about him. She had never seen him this way before. A fear grasped her heart.
"How long have you been here?" Bulma inquired trying to sound strong and demanding, but unable to keep the tremor out of her voice. Damn, this was ridiculous! She was never afraid of Yamcha, what was this? Something very sour was in the air. She was not the Faerie Queen for nothing; her senses were more highly attuned then almost any other living creature.
"Long enough," Yamcha hissed in a low unnatural voice laced with despise, "And you shall call my King, or is that not good enough for you anymore you whore."
"You shall not speak to me so!"
"Why?! Is that not what you are? You are MY wife! Or have the past ten years slipped away from your stupid little fantasy? Ten years Bulma. Ten years and the dirt is back. Look at your face, its filthy. You shame your people. You shame me! I didn't send you out here so you could sneak around behind my back with that filth! I thought we disposed of him years ago!"
"No!" Bulma cried, furious that his worlds had such an effect on her. When did Yamcha become so intimidatingly powerful? She felt her eyes sting. Why? Why? She had never belonged to him. Her heart was always Vegeta's whether there was some silly paper saying she was married to Yamcha or not. In all truth she had been cheating on Vegeta with Yamcha all these years not the other way around!
"Ha! You know it's true even as you deny it. Look at you, you little wretched slut. And you dare to call yourself Queen."
"It is my blood not yours that is royal! Remember that! You are just a little power hungry leech! You should thank me for putting up with you all these years!"
"Perhaps, but there is always at least one mistake in every great family. Maybe two in yours. How pure is your sons blood Bulma?!" Yamcha's voice rose to a furious height and Bulma could no nothing but wince at it. Oh God no, he knew about Trunks.
"Maybe I would allow you to tarnish yourself with that disgusting Elf, but I'll be damned to seven hells before I let the horrid abomination that never should have existed EVER come near the throne!! And to think I called him son, it makes me want to vomit."
'Oh God Oh God Oh god' Was all Bulma's panicked mind could think, 'He's in Trunk's doorway.'
"I will kill him."
All of Bulma's tremors stopped. She was suddenly as calm as a lake on a sunny day. Fury rose in her eyes. He had said something unforgivable and he would pay.
She felt the power rising in her veins, power she had felt only once before. It was back. She was a Valkyrie once again and her sights were zeroed in on the bastard monster that dared threaten her child's life.
Her wrath was quick but deadly. In a blinding flash of light Yamcha lay in pieces on the floor. She had torn him limb from limb with her bare hands. The fact that she had just murdered the King matted less to her then smashing a bug. Dark red stains were on her dress, her hands, her face, and yet she herself looked unshaken and strongly sure of herself.
"Holy shit what happened?!" Vegeta's voice sounded, wrought with distress as he saw Bulma a morbid yet beautiful swirl of dazzling white and gory red standing over what looked like it used to be a human.
His voice snapped Bulma back to reality. Her light dimmed but she still had a soft glow to her. Tears welled in her eyes but did not fall. She lifted her chin proudly.
"I am all this kingdom needs. He threatened our son."
"That was Yamcha?" Vegeta said appalled and awed at the glowing woman before him, "Wow as happy as I am to have him gone, Bulma, what are we going to do?"
"There is no running now."
AN: Things are heating up! Till next time, thanks for reading