Chapter Seven
Vegeta glared intently at the scientist's daughter before him, how dare she speak to him like that; never before in his life had anybody spoken to him in that way and actually survived. He surprised himself by not instantly throwing a blast of energy and turning her into a smoking pile of ashes.
Everybody in the room was now staring intensely at both the prince and the frightened girl, trying to work out what was going to happen next.
King Vegeta braced himself for the sudden burst of power his grumpy son would more than likely let off in a temper tantrum. As troublesome as Prince Vegeta could be, he also had the patience and displeasure of a true Royal that was certain.
Prince Vegeta shuffled in his throne chair, and tensed himself with excitement as the two guards pulled their swords from the black leather scabbards and posed ready to kill the blue haired girl. He had to admit as annoyed by the remark he had been, it also slightly interested him. She truly was a beautiful creature even if she had been born a peasant by Saiyan standards; it would seem a shame to lose something so precious at the hands of some useless guards.
Bulma began shaking with fear as the two huge Saiyan's pointed the razor sharp swords in her direction, from where the blood had drained from her face earlier it now took on an even paler complexion.
There was no way of escaping, she could fight the guards but they were at least three times her size and were trained in the highest arts of fighting on the planet, Bulma on the other hand had never been trained professionally in her life obviously it was ten years too late for that now.
She felt her blood run cold as the largest guard moved the sword to her throat. "You dare insult the prince, that's a form of treason female."
King Vegeta smiled at the guard's fast reactions and aggressive nature making a mental note to give him a promotion after the pathetic experiment; he sat back in his chair to watch the girl get decapitated by the guard.
Treason was one thing the King could not tolerate, since before his fathers time; Saiyan's who were disloyal to the Royal family paid a high price for their treachery usually paying with death or life in the dungeons.
Dr Briefs inhaled a lungful of air as he watched his only daughter face up to the powerful guards, the sword pressed against her throat making small droplets of blood fall onto the red throne carpet leaving faint stains.
"This is all my fault." He murmured to himself, as he lost awareness of where he actually was; his daughter's welfare was much important than any stupid experiment. Not that there was anything he could actually do, he was even more powerless to the guards than she was.
"PLEASE stop… your hurting her." He pleaded, suddenly finding his confidence and running forwards to help his little girl, before he even reached her, the other guard stepped on the back of his white lab coat causing him to fall flat on his face.
Both the King and the prince burst into laughter at the clumsy old fool falling before their feet; especially when he stood shakily back up with what looked to be a broken nose. "Hey scientist your dirtying my carpet." Prince Vegeta sneered, as Dr Briefs balanced himself on one of the steps leading up to the gold throne chairs.
Bulma released a squeal of both pain and fear as the guard began to pull onto her beautiful long blue hair; the King applauded this act yet the prince surprisingly remained silent. "Let me go…" Bulma pleaded, as she tried to pull her hand up in defence to the horrid tightening of her hair; the pain was incredible as the guard continued to tug even harder; she dared not move far as the sword was still pressed with his free hand to her throat.
The guards lining the back of the room looked knowingly to one another, they all knew that the youngster would be sentenced to death for her actions especially as the dungeons appeared full.
Prince Vegeta narrowed his eyes as the girl squirmed trying to break free from the large balding Saiyan who had her firmly by her long beautiful blue hair, now just a tangled mess.
"Sire, shall I cut her hair off?" The other guard growled, as he moved away from Dr Briefs and held up his huge shiny blade.
"No." Prince Vegeta replied coldly with his arms crossed defensively, he almost seemed to be growling towards the smaller of the guards who began to whimper slightly.
The room was as cold as it was tense, the stone flooring and red carpet seemed to feel even icier than before, in contrast to the baking heat outside. Just as the guard wrapped his tail around Bulma's neck to cut off her breathing the prince stood up from his throne.
Even his father tilted his neck back in surprise as his son descended down the steps to confront the guard; there could only be one explanation and that was that the prince wished to punish her himself. His boots thudded along the carpet with each powerful step he took, looking up to the presence of the heir she'd just insulted Bulma chose to stand her ground and gazed on unwaveringly.
Short compared to most male Saiyans he stood a little taller than Bulma herself, his skin a sexy tanned complexion and dark black spiked hair, he looked really handsome. How had Bulma thrown such a stupid insult his way? Prince Vegeta was a woman's walking fantasy, their was something about him a kind of elegance that followed; maybe it was to do with his royal heritage but he certainly had the look of a warrior prince, and of course the body that most females could only dream of touching.
As he came to a stop, the guard instantly released Bulma letting her fall to the ground in a crumpled heap.
His voice no longer appeared annoyed, as he smirked coldly to the guard "Go back to your duties now."
The guard quickly bowed very low to the prince before retreating back to the arched door closely followed by the other sentinel; their metal armour clunking along with the swords now sheathed.
Bulma Briefs shuffled her weight, before hauling herself up off the soft red carpet. Blood was still dripping slightly from the wound that the sharp point of the sword had made; it felt warm and wet as she wiped it away with the back of her hand.
Vegeta suddenly looked much taller when he leant in towards Bulma; in truth he was just a little taller, but the blue haired middle class Saiyan had been so ashamed by allowing the guard to make a fool of her she'd almost cried real tears.
Something she hated more than anything, she hadn't truly cried since being a very small child when her one and only pet Missko the liger had died.
Missko was a pure white big cat, when Bulma was five years old she had rescued him as a cub and helped hand rear him with her mother and father; unfortunately he died very young but his size was still incredible. It was thought a group of Saiyan's had smuggled him back as a cub for guarding purposes, Missko had the look of a lion with the stripes of a tiger and yet was over twice the size of both.
The tail was the most beautiful that little Bulma had ever seen she constantly wished her tail would grow to be that same perfect white colour; just thinking of stroking Missko's soft flat fur and his happy purring helped relax Bulma slightly.
Then she woke back up to the prince glaring at her with his mysterious coal black eyes and annoying smirk.
"So you really think I'm repulsive?" He questioned in a strange yet shockingly calm tone aloud to everyone as he paced around the female, his smirk seemed to increase then his eyes wondered down to her tail poking out from the tiny custom skirt then her beautiful smooth legs.
Mentally slapping himself for checking her out again he moved even closer until his head was practically touching hers. Bulma could feel his light breathing in her left ear and could smell his musky yet sexy cologne. It smelt perfect, nothing like she'd ever inhaled before it made her mouth run dry; or was that just the fact she had a gorgeous prince breathing into her ear whilst standing before the King and her own father?
"If I'm repulsive then why can I smell your getting excited?"
Bulma swirled around quickly then faced the prince; a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension was hitting her like a ton of boulders.
"What."
Vegeta stopped smirking for a second, before chuckling at her rude questioning; it was true he had certainly never encountered a female like this before most were falling at his feet for forgiveness by now. She was certainly pulling his attention more than he should allow, yet she looked like an ocean goddess she was unquestionably beautiful. With each lustful look of her he could feel his tail twitching slightly and his groin tightening.
Disclaimer: Hi all, I have put this chapter into two parts so be expecting the next part just as soon as it is had its beta.
Oooh so Bulma has really put herself in it this time… I feel so mean making you all wait for the next chapter :-D
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