When Worlds Meet
Chapter 11
Fear rose up within Bulma replacing the lust, as the blue haired Saiyan felt the prince growing more frustrated as he stood guarding her. The king just stood unaffected by his cranky son and smirked coldly.
"Just as I suspected, you are not going to make it easy are you son? Anything you can do to go against my word you will perceive to do!"
The King let his eyes drop lazily from his growling son, to the cowering blue haired girl standing behind him. Although she was nothing but a peasant she did look beautiful as she backed away a few steps almost falling over. The fear in her bright blue eyes was evident, but which heir did she truly fear?
Dr Briefs was clumsily gathering up his experiment, and was preparing to leave with his daughter still in tact. Of course - if the guards would allow them access out of the highly guarded castle and not via the cells or into the deep murky lakes.
He planned whilst both the Royal Saiyan's were pre-occupied with one another, to quickly depart and leave. Whatever the prince had planned for his daughter, he knew he wouldn't like it. Bunny had told him far too many horror stories about the notorious heir, and his cruel ways.
The boy was not known for one to be soft on his people. Quite the contrary, Dr Briefs was dreading the day the boisterous teen finally did become King and ruler of Vegetaseii.
Bulma nervously took another step backwards; the guards were still standing to attention at the back of the room as if this were an everyday occurrence. None dared blink an eye as the two dark haired Saiyans verbally battled; neither backing down both looked prepared to fight.
Both were born and bred with the Royal bloodline, and both were as stubborn as the other.
"Why do you even bother calling me son?" the prince spat, as he growled dangerously. His tail flickering wildly behind him as he ferociously stepped back almost whipping Bulma.
As presumed the rare peace between father and son had evaporated, the guards nervously looked to one another knowing that the outcome was to be taken out upon them.
Whichever Royal lost the battle would certainly be in a very foul mood. Blood would surely be spilled…
The king shot the prince a look, which truly made Bulma feel almost sorry for the bratty boy. If he were not such a spoilt egotistical bully she would have actually felt pity upon him.
Never had her father looked at her, with such distaste and disgust as the King was him.
"Never will you make a king brat. Your nothing but a filthy space pirate, you deserve nonentity but to return to space and work for your master." The bitterness in the rulers voice was evident; from the angle Bulma was looking she could see the fire in both their eyes, and how much they did truly look alike. Both were snarling, and narrowing their coal dark eyes at one another.
"In that case, then I may as well just leave the castle and be gone you old fool" the prince paused, and then the snarl formed into a smirk. "I have only one goal in my life, and that is to become the legendary and rule everything, that includes you and your precious planet. Although you'll probably be dead by then."
Bulma opened her mouth in shock, and closed it again.
Father and son really did hate one another; she was mightily surprised that the King had already not extricated the young prince from the throne, or that neither had killed the other.
Both men seemed to have forgotten their guests, when the prince angrily swivelled around mid argument and caught Bulma staring at him wide-eyed.
"I haven't finished with you yet neither girl, so you can stop staring." The lust in his eyes had gone and was now replaced with anger.
They no longer looked sexy and mesmerising, Bulma could almost sense the fire burning behind them.
It chilled Bulma's blood to think that those eyes were aimed at her. As good looking as the prince was, he sure was good at scaring people and treating his subjects like dirt. He took after his father more than he knew.
Bulma froze; her father had now stopped in his tracks. Reality began to sink in to the doctor that he would not be getting out of the castle until both father and son, agreed to let them go.
The only way they would be getting out was if the two Royals stopped arguing between themselves, and made the aging scientist a deal. It was also the only way his company could keep the funds going, to work on some more of the long-term experiments such as the magical beans that heal wounds and strength, and of course the constant need for new improved scouters.
In truth, if Bulmas father did not get any funds from the King, he would most certainly be without a job. And a Saiyan without any money, and a great deal weaker than most of the race was not a very healthy Saiyan.
The prince satisfied that Bulma was going nowhere, had now turned back to glaring at the King, his blue haired female was standing quietly behind not daring make a move out of place. He wanted her for something, and the prince wasn't the type of person to want her for her innocence or good manners… he wasn't even one to want her for her strength.
Bulma gulped, as she had images of what the deal could be. 'great I'm gonna be turned into a concubine.' She thought to herself as she allowed her hands to flow to her messed up hair. 'Or worse... I could be scarred for life."
Her hair felt so tangled after the attack, and made her feel dirty as she brushed her hands through it and sighed overly loud. This caused the prince to pause briefly mid-argument, before he shot full flow back into threatening to spill his father's secrets to Lord Freeza.
Her thoughts began to reflect into anger, it wasn't anger towards the prince for being a total moron, but for the first time in her life it was fury towards her cowardly father.
This was his fault that she was here, being almost held captive and insulted by a highly dangerous father and son, having to walk for hours just to reach the castle because he wasn't capable of flying, and not to mention being assaulted several times and mentally tortured by the dimwitted guards.
The king was really fired up now, he began picking up the glasses containing his wine and was smashing them across the marble floor causing the red wine to splash like blood, and the sharp shiny shards of glass to shatter across the floor and twinkle like tiny stars.
Bulma paled, when the prince began to laugh and mock his father. Was this king really that stable, the way he was smashing up the place and throwing a rage? The more she observed his erratitc behaviour, the worse her chances looked at escaping alive.
Even if the prince did seem to want to stand before her, and prevent the King from attacking her, just how long would it last until he became bored or maybe even came to a resolvation with his father.
Still what puzzled her more, was that the King had not landed a touch to his rebellious son, even after he had mocked, insulted and refused every instruction possible. Was it possible that the prince was truly stronger than the great King Vegeta…
Before the blue haired Saiyan even knew what was happening, a pure white coat walked slowly past her with the bravery and majest that only few could wish to have.
She blinked twice, thinking that she was seeing things and then cursed loudly when he tapped the prince impatiently on the shoulder.
The room fell silent once again, and all eyes turned to the person that had dared to speak up to the prince. It was Dr Briefs.
Dr Briefs breathed deeply, he could believe he had just plucked up the courage to do that... He had to be one of the most submissive Saiyans on the planet and yet he had just dared touch the one and only prince Vegeta. "Please…. Your highnesses…. We only ask of your permission…"
Prince Vegeta did not even have to speak; he just blinked in awe at this geek that had dared touch him. Him the prince of all Saiyans.
The King angrily stepped past his son, as he lowered his height and pushed his enraged face close to the nervous sweating scientist.
Dr Briefs felt his legs buckle with fear, as he felt the Kings slow angry breathing and the threatening growls from within his throat. His tail was held high and dominating, compared to his own which was instinctivly curled up between his legs like a terrified animal.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OUT OF PLACE PEASANT? I SHOULD HAVE YOU BOTH LOCKED UP FOR THAT!"
Bulma caught a glace of how nervous and scared her father looked, she suddenly felt overwhelmingly guilty at the angry thoughts she had about him earlier. This was no more his fault, than hers. "Well go right ahead then!" she suddenly shouted, as she felt the prince growl, and then a warm fluffy appendage squeezing tightly around her mouth.
This not only surprised but also equally scared her, she had a strong tail blocking off one of her only means of respiration and she could do nothing.
Little did she know that he was trying to protect her.
"Ignore my daughter…" Dr Briefs pleaded, before the prince growled in irritation.
The fools really were stupid, how could either of them dare to stand out of line... The father was obviously completely loony but he had his doubts about the girl.
"SILENCE!!! I SAID SILENCE PEASANTS!!!" The King bellowed, as he snorted furiously through his nostrils. he was seemingly oblivious to his son holding the female hostage.
Prince Vegeta smirked as the girl tried in vain to writhe free, he could sense her frustration at his father and he liked it. Never before had he seen such a fiery and non-caring female. She didn't seem to care if she were beaten or threatened this only seemed to fuel her further. He ignored the fact that she had been crying earlier, as he looked to her now she painted a true impression of how a female Saiyan should behave.
Scarily she reminded him slightly of himself, he could sometimes be a bit of a loose cannon.
'If only the Elite females could look as gorgeous as her…' he growled loudly as he forced all his senses to stop looking at the girl like that.
It was true she was beautiful, but she was still a third class and she was never ever going to be made a queen. He had no idea why he was even trying to protect her, perhaps it was to further infuriate his father or give them a reason to argue. Maybe because he didn't want to see the girl get killed, he had a feeling that they would meet again sometime if he were to let her escape.
Plus he still had to inform her of his evil little deal, even she would be surprised with what he had in store...
Dr Briefs was hyper ventilating and turning a funny blue colour much to the prince's amusement, the King seemed to be on the brink of having a heart attack his face had changed into a cherry red crimson with the beads of sweat trickling from his head as though he had been training.
The red wine on the white marble floor and red piled carpet seemed to match the Kings temper, as he angrily looked up to the beautiful tall ceiling
The smirking prince seemed to be the calmest person in the throne room, with the exception of the cowering guards at the back of the room.
Bulma gave up struggling and rested her hands gently on his fluffy tail, she surrendered. The prince had her right where he wanted her…
Whatever he wanted she succumbed…. What could she do against a powerful being like him anyway…
As the walls of the throne room shone with the sunlight, the thunder from earlier seemed to have passed.
Conversely the King seemed to be growing further infuriated, finally he glanced back down from the ceiling to the packed up experiment and then to the elderly scientist. Finding his voice, he growled dangerously then barked over to the solitary guards. "MAKE ROOM IN THE DUNGEONS."
Vegeta raised his eyebrows, and continued to grin with satisfaction. He knew that his father had been looking to his mother, he himself did that on a regular basis even though she was gone. The Four guards had scarpered from the room to make new chamberspace in the grimey dungeons.
Finally he unwrapped his tail from the girls big mouth, he felt her low ki as she instinctivly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The sun was growing ever brighter as it shone through the stained glass giving the room an illuminous effect.
If they were sent to the dungeons, he could easily release the girl and make her obey his every command…
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