When Worlds Meet
Chapter Twelve
The prince of the kingdom smirked somewhat feeling happy with himself, he knew that the female had some potential as well as just good looks.
She was not an ordinary peasant; she was seemed to excel beyond that.
Stepping away from the glaring blue haired girl, the proud prince put on a sideward smile wrapping his tail tenderly around his waist, as he stood and witnessed the powerful guard hauling her up from the ground kicking and screaming.
Bulma frantically writhed in the guard's tight grip, as she began to curse him loudly. Her neck was growing sore with the pressure of the clammy hairy hands of the Elite.
"Let me go jerk!!"
The monstrous sized man had a good hold of her; he was not named Machokem for any reason. The young girl bit her lip as she felt the fingers tightening yet more so around her neck, until she choked back the pain as she struggled to gasp air.
The king chuckled as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Just as four more muscular warriors as strong as the others marched through the tall wide-open doors in synchronisation.
Each paused, and bowed lowly to the two Royal occupants as they emerged through the archway, before obediently reaching to the sheaths on their leather belts. Their long brown tails each winding in the same manner around their waists, all looked similar in size and physique with only the unique hairstyles to tell them apart.
The Royal armour and golden crest shone proudly upon their chests as without a word to anybody they moved in to help remove the unwanted visitors.
"Your pathetic father, seven guards for an old man and his daughter." The prince scoffed, as he continued to look towards the blue haired female in half amusement as she powerfully kicked the tallest guard in the shins. Bulma dropped hard to the ground and veraciously continued to kick him.
The guard in particular hastily protected his weak area, before unravelling the long brown tail from his waist and tightening it around the angry girls kicking leg.
Another hurl of abuse was flung from her mouth, causing the prince to let out a loud chuckle. The insults were certainly creative, and would have even given him a challenge to compete with. The young girl certainly had a confident mouth on her.
"You stupid dim-witted inbred jerk!!"
One of the guards went tumbling clumsily to the floor, causing the king to growl deeply.
The scientist was not being a problem; four guards were now trying to remove the screaming girl; whilst another attempted to pick himself up from the marble floor.
It was a complete twist on what had happened a few minutes before, when the Elite fighters had her restrained by the throat with just their sharp blood tainted swords.
The blue girl was putting up a mighty fight, and with that the prince was very fascinated. As he watched he felt his groin tightening, and his cheeks blazing. His dark mysterious eyes were fixated upon her gorgeous body and desperate attempts to cause the guards pain.
"If she is going to be this much of a nuisance, just kill her!" barked King Vegeta, the shards of glass on the floor was shining in the sunlight causing a beautiful effect across the two thrones. Nobody realised all were fixated upon the fiesty girl and the unsatisafctory guards.
The storm from earlier had certainly passed, and with that the sheer heat and humidity was returning. Vegetaseiis atmosphere was violent and unpredictable; a storm would often take more than one life.
Neither King nor the son was sitting upon their soft golden thrones, the powerful dictator was observing with his own eyes, the way the girl was fighting the guards off.
Just the same as the prince, he was intrigued as to why the girl did not use this energy in the first place.
His veins were throbbing and his nerves felt frustrated, yet as he noticed his son flittering his eyes towards the guard as though glaring at them warding him off; he felt further antagonised.
The heir gulped awkwardly he had never felt fear; and he most certainly had never felt desperation. This wasn't what he was feeling, but as he watched the guards change to more hostile tactics an uncomfortable bile began grow in his throat.
What was the peasant girl doing to him…. First, he the prince had acted so idiotically by defending her, and now he was almost feeling… he didn't even know what he was feeling, but Vegeta knew that he didn't want to see her physically hurt.
If just one of those guards listened to his father, he would ensure that none of them would ever breathe again.
That was a promise.
The guards either hadn't seemed to hear the king's orders, or were too frightened to piss off the hostile prince. Instead they continued to try and frantically arrest her.
One sentinel bravely attempted to grab her legs, which were already, bided with a tail, whilst the one, which had fallen earlier instinctively, pulled her flying arms together.
There was no way for Bulma to escape, as she felt the guards tail tighten around her legs and their hairy arms pulling her apart like a piece of cloth she could do nothing. He throat was sore from the clammy smelly guard, and she could feel blood rising in her mouth. 'This is it...' She thought to herself as she tried to twist around out of the tight grasp that held her. It was useless.
King Vegeta looked to the clumsy men and made a mental note of each of the guard's faces; they were all going to pay for their lack of training. Nappa was certainly going to be punished; he had recruited some ripe weaklings to serve the great King Vegeta.
It was astounding in itself that they were seemingly struggling to remove a mere girl. If this were a real crisis they would have all been savaged by now.
Could it be that earlier she was just playing them like fools…?
The King fiercely glared to his son, he observed as the prince moved a slight step forward and then back again. His tail flickering fiercely with the prospect of a battle, and could it be for the affection of the feisty girl…
A small glow of blue ki evident in his hand showed the prince was not fooling around, he was prepared to kill, No guard could withstand being blasted by the future king.
He watched with slight concern as his youngsters chest moved deeply, The scowl on his features proved that blood would be spilled if he didn't get his own way.
Bulma released a pitching scream, as another guard pushed his fist into her mouth causing her to suddenly experience the strong familiar taste of warm blood. Coughing she spluttered out the majority of it onto the white marble flooring, it was then that she began to feel dizzy.
"You're going to regret this bitch!" the tallest one hissed, as he tightened his grip further around her legs as she cried out in pain. The once proud tail hanging loosely as she just awaited them to beat her to a pulp.
Dr Briefs could do nothing as the single guard standing by swiftly knocked his head rendering him unconscious.
His daughter was fighting for her life, and the third class scientist was out for the count. He was face down on the hard cold floor, his tail lifelessly lying behind him.
"KNOCK HER OUT."
Jefar smirked, as he took advantage of the girl being restrained so violently. Gently he pulled his scarred hand to her thigh and stroked it seductively.
If the guard was intelligent he would have picked up on the prince's advances earlier, obviously he was not very clever.
In a swift second, Jefar had his hand ripped from Bulma's smooth thigh, and before he even had time to notice his attacker or plead for mercy the guard was slammed forcefully into a large solid stone column.
Prince Vegeta growled in annoyance and anger as he threw the ki that had been growing in his palm all that time.
The ki hit Jefar penetrating straight through his abdomen, all the top guard could do was release a cry as he was blasted excruciatingly through the chest with yet another equally as powerful. Jefar was gone, and as a way of symbolising the end, the stone column crumbled triumphantly upon his corpse leaving only his scarred hand visible.
Bulma stopped screaming for a second, and the other guards ceased their restraining to observe what had become of their fellow soldier.
Vegeta growled deeply, and then glared to the other guards through the dust with a murderous glint in his eyes. "You were commanded to take her to the dungeons; anyone doing anything different will suffer an even worse fate."
Bulma blinked, it was then that the tail loosened from around her leg and she suddenly felt more free. All the arms released her, and she felt her legs weakly touch the floor.
Each guard had tensed up, their muscles tight and chests hardly moving. It was an instinctive reaction when they saw the crumbled stone column and the bloodstains of what had been their fellow comrade. None had to use their imaginations to think of what would become of their own fates if they disobeyed the future legendary.
This was out of the ordinary, as far as the King could remember his young descendant had never helped another, only hindered. Wordless was only one way to put out how the King felt, he was confused and unsure of his sons reasons.
Deciding to stay quiet and observe this rarity, King Vegeta fought back his growing temper and presumed to sit back into his throne. He had sat on it so many times, that the seat had almost grown accustomed to where his body weight was positioned. A familiar sunken spot was the only indication that the centuries old throne seat was his, and only his.
One guard looked down to the ground nervously, as he shifted his weight side to side. Breathing deeply he looked back to the angry heir who now had his arms folded arrogantly, and was glaring from one guard to another in a deathly way waiting for them to make a move out of place.
"S….Sire!" The frightened Elite mustered out, as he felt his chest pounding through the solid armour.
The prince looked to the terrified guard, and smirked with satisfaction. He loved it when his men were frightened of him; it made him feel so powerful a trait he had inherited from his father without a doubt.
Flittering his soft tail menacingly, the prince just stared intimidatingly at the fluffy haired guard as the words stuttered out.
"Shall….. Shall wwwe take the girl to tttheeeee dungeons…."
Raising an eyebrow the prince chuckled; Bulma was still lying on the floor not daring move an inch. She just watched in amazement as the six remaining guards just stood like statues. The fear plastered across their pale white faces.
Vegeta continued to laugh, as the poor guard was left tremouring not knowing what was to become of his fate.
The others just stood silently, not daring butt an eyelid as they all nervously looked down to their leather boots. Even the King was deathly silent, and the Prince seemed to be in one of those bullying, tormentive moods when nobody within reach was safe.
Each guard would have had a place, which they would rather have been than in that throne room.
Anywhere.
Bulma glanced to Vegeta from the uncomfortable spot on the floor, moving her left hand up painfully she winced as her hand caught the blood on her lips.
Prince Vegeta really was a no good arrogant brat. Her thoughts were mixed up, One moment he was insulting her or threatening to end her life, and the next protecting her from his own men.
Bulma knew that she couldn't move, no matter how much her legs ached and her neck throbbed. After she had been placed on the floor her legs almost gave way rather pathetically. If she did move to a more comfortable position it would attract the King's attention and he would kill her for treason if anything.
The blue haired Saiyan released a nervous sigh which had been trapped in her chest for a while. Releasing her hand from her mouth she bit back the pain and gently coughed yet more of the disgusting tasting blood. Where was Goku.. Her knight... Her saviour...
Nothing changed in the huge room, so she silently seized the opportunity and scanned the surroundings for her father.
Little did she know he was already going down the long dark stairs to the dungeons.
In the corner of the room, she saw the large shining glass windows, the clear resemblance of a beautiful rose etched upon them shining different colours with the beaming sunlight through them. Below the marble sill was a razor sharp glistening sword kept upon a plaque crested with jewels; A green diamond incrested dragon wrapped beautifully around the gold handle.
It was unmistakeable to Bulma, the legendary sword which had been passed down the Royal family for generations.
Prince Vegeta stopped laughing, and followed her gaze to the sword at the back of the throne room.
Looking back to her beautiful blue eyes, he shook himself for a second. Breathing deeply he took in her angelic appearance until she looked back to him and glared coldly.
The guard took a couple of steps back as he tried to restrain himself from crying. If he died his family would probably die, without his funding they would starve.
"Looking at anything in particular…" Vegeta uttered, as he pulled his eyes away from her gorgeous body and mentally punished himself once again.
His body was taking over his common sense and mind; and he didn't like it one bit, the young prince hated not being in control; It was out of the ordinary, Prince Vegeta liked to be in charge of his own ship…
Bulma bit her bottom lip, remembering it was a sarcastic comment, which got her in this predicament in the first place. She knew exactly what she wanted to say, but she had the common sense and the life skills to know that it would be a very stupid thing to do indeed.
The guards just stood and watched, waiting for their commands. None wanted to be the first and to go ahead and arrest the girl because they would most likely be the first to die.
Each one in turn was waiting for the other to make the first move. The sweat beading down their faces a clear indication that they were absolutely terrified and for good reason.
The fresh blood on the glamorous floor spoke a million words.
The dark haired shadow moved swiftly through the deserted corridors of her former castle, the only sound aside from the soles of her shoes was that of the young prince talking to someone at the end of the glamorous hall.
This was a surprise, and a mighty surprise she hoped it would be.
Disclaimer: First thing I would like to do is appologise to everybody about the huge wait for me to update. I did post a short authors note explaining my reasons, and I would like to say a huge thankyou to your great support and patience.
Some good news, I have now finished all my college and so have lots of spare time in which I can write and sort out my fanfictions. Right this second i am looking out of the back window into the garden, its for once a blue sky really hot day and pwhar here I am typing :-P
Really a massive thankyou so everybody for your understanding and patience, it really is amazing. Anyhows please do let me know what you thought of that chapter, I am still feeling a little bit croaky with my writing because its been so long since I have wrote a chapter and I am sorry for that.
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