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Chapter Eight: Entrapped On Yourself

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""Vegeta?"" Bulma lain still on the bed of comfort. He face molded into the ripples and she didn't move from there.

""No it's me."" Turles opened the large doors and slipped in he closed the door behind him. His walk was careful and wry he approached in his same style without the smile or that glint in his eyes. He too was being forced to do what he didn't care for and these were his people.

""What's wrong?"" She met his eyes in the same fear. One more glance at the door and he made his advance with steady steps. The trusting steps came closer to nurture her faith in him. He also wanted to make sure that his was in whispering distance, in order for the conversation to be a private one.

""You won't see me for a while. Vegeta is sending me on this mission and I wanted to say bye to the person that didn't judge me because I was kind. This place I have to warn you about it! You're in the heart of evil and I'll be the one to tell you that firsthand. You have to protect your own skin, and I don't know if you can. You're only a human; these dogs will rip you apart and that's why I left. I have to take you to the King. My father told the King about you; now I have to take you to him."" He took both his hands and clenched them together. ""There are three things to remember about this man, the King. He pretends that he is innocent of crimes he has committed, he is a king and then he is not, and this is only a rumor but he can bled black blood. His colors weren't picked out without a reason. Like his son he is proud and very charming for you aliens. You'll need this."" His hand rested over her head. ""You'll need your brain to decipher who you can trust because it is not as easy as you think it is. So Bulma are you ready to meet our King."" To Bulma that would explain the colors that were a invariable theme of the palace.

""If it's expected then yes."" She rose up and Turles threw her a dress. He shrugged his shoulders and left the room like he entered. The dress was thin and fitted this Saiyan heat wave. The top of the white dress was sleeveless it cut close and billowed to soft tassels against the cool metal flooring. She guessed that appearance matter to the King. Or maybe Vegeta made this some part of his plan. But all Bulma really knew was that her dress was falling and she had to constantly pull it up at the pits. It was uncomfortable and she felt dirty. He nodded his head and Bulma returned the nod with closed eyes.

""Ah!"" The man was lengthy and extremely muscular. His breastplate was black with yellow trimmings. The belt was also black with a white embroidered buckle. His thighs were covered with black skintight fabric and his knees shined like a polished floor. His cape was white and it was evident that he was the man depicted in the hall. This larger Saiyan had Vegeta's face with a burly goatee. His eyes however were darker than Vegeta's and she didn't know how that could be. It was deeper ebony without lackluster shine that was present Queen's eyes. ""Vegeta my son this is the princess Bardock told me about?"" Vegeta was in the air floating. He was looking below to the group. ""Son! Get down here."" The King commanded and as the son of the King he gently obeyed. His father stood in the middle of his dramatic room, Pictures of family, of a shop in Kabbagi Bulma once visited, and nude statues in the five corners of the room. The statue by the door Bulma and Turles just entered from was the Queen, no doubt.

'Amazing body...' Bulma scratched her head and was amazed by the detail. '...the sculptor must have been...a Di Vinci of this planet.' The composition, placement, and chicness embodied the mastery of the medium.

""Bulma will you introduce yourself."" Vegeta tone jerked her back to this so-called reality. An overweight Saiyan stepped closer to Vegeta and whispered something Bulma didn't catch.

""Hey I'm Bulma Briefs from Earth. You must be..."" Vegeta face was appalled by how informally she introduced herself to the King his father.

""Yes I am the King of Planet Vegeta. I am King Vegeta!"" He stood tall his muscles would contract with every syllable. His introduction smooth, posed, and sly on his face it didn't say much. But his introduction was as informal as Bulma's.

""You too?"" Bulma eyes cut towards the son passed the father.

"Where do you think I got my name from everything that come from him has to have the name Vegeta." He turned his back looking at the dark purple sky streaks of gold leftover from the sun drifted and the last sun was setting and the moons still looked like one.

"Oh!"

""What son you can't share with everyone."" The King looked at her and tilted his head it made her more self-concoctions this dress must have been the ugliest thing to the King.

""Father I was only talking about my bed."" Vegeta said and even though his back was toward them Bulma knew there had to be a smile present.

""Really? I took this planet over 35 years ago and named it after myself for such a feat. I called our migration from the old planet to this one the Great Vegeta Movement. Then I named my son after me. Magnificent isn't it? Is she going to work for Adrizuya? She doesn't look like that type of slave but I like that you are keeping her busy; nothing like a slave with time on her hands. Where is Adrizuya I called her here hours ago?""

""Coming."" Vegeta sneered the senior turned to Vegeta and the son felt the eyes of his father on him so he turned to address his father.

""Vegeta you brought a girl from Earth here as a slave and you what her to be your mate? I am not in approval of this but I'm sort of delighted you didn't go for Saiyan this time. You were correct."" His eyes were now back on Bulma the journey of his eyes started at her hair. ""I will talk with this girl. Woman! Woman are you afraid? We Saiyans don't hold much control when it comes to the appetite of power. You're in a room with many Saiyans with this appetite."" His eyes then stopped on her eyes the traveled down her dress and she froze stiff. It was the power of lust and wasn't like the way Vegeta looked at her in the beginning. This was straight on devouring her with his eyes. Vegeta tensed and was ready to rocket her away from his father but he was planted there and anything that would give away his plan chaotic detriment on existence. The King took one step forward and Vegeta ki dramatically burst its containment. ""Hold on Son I'm only testing her."" The eyes of the king cut back to his son and a smirk chiseled upon his face. ""What have you lost?"" he brought the question back to the intended blue haired woman. All the answers stirred in her brain. She plucked from each idea and remembered now why she wanted to stay alive.

""I have lost more things that I can list. I've lost my family, my friends, and my lifestyle. I was pretty rich by Earthly standards not anything as turgid as this; but we were recognized. I lost my heart and my freedom as well."" She strung up her tears and kept them on the inside 'they don't deserve my tears.' She also kept to herself.

""Vegeta I don't think she wants to be your princess! Freedom, heart, lifestyle, family, and allies they will all crumble under power. This life of royalty subject yourself to it. Because he is not giving you a choice.""

""Power is nothing lust is not! What I lost is grander than your power!"" The seasoned Vegeta laughed and roared and the fatter Saiyan joined in on the laugh. Vegeta defrosted himself and walked passed his father to Bulma.

""Woman!"" He half whispered talking her arm in his hand. Their eyes were dead square on each other. Bulma lightly hurdled her arm and graced pass his grip.

""It's fine Vegeta. She's only human. You have to arrest everything from your mind. You're trapped in this game of predator and prey. Right now you're entrapped on this hate but only in the beginning. Now slave strip away you worries and stop trembling on what is debauchery and salvage. Trust me you cannot even imagine what power feels like. In the future what about the children? Will they be mixed mutts strutting around as heirs to my throne?""

"Children! Yo I'm too young and pretty for children! I have this amazing body and a child will not ruin that. Imagine that Vegeta!"

"Shut up!" Vegeta was going to throw a ki ball at her mouth or at least thought about it.

""Krebs sent a message to you Vegeta!"" The King broke the tension with news that would affect the fate of his son.

""Yes I know father she wants me to see her soon."" Vegeta tugged on the white dress and Bulma in shocked pulled it up so it wouldn't reveal anything.

""My son you are not weak in my eyes."" These were the last words the older version of Vegeta saluted off.

""You're not weak in my eyes either."" The prince returned. He swooped Bulma off the metallic flooring. "Woman let's go!" Like a dart he was of in the blink of an eye. He held on to her waist with his left arm Bulma wrapped her legs on the left leg, a gag reflex she thought.

"Put me down they weren't even that bad. GOD! VEGETA PUT ME DOWN NOW!" She saw the multifarious palace and it was huge but it was growing smaller with every passing second.

"Let me be your voice of reason. If I put you down you'll die." He gave her a soft tap on the butt for saying such an idiotic thing. It was further away she didn't understand why he didn't fly all the time.

"Vegeta!" She tried to keep the dress down but after many failed attempts she let it wag in the air.

"WHAT!"

"Don't please don't." She whined pouting her lip forward he just shrugged his shoulder. "Your father was wrong the only person I can trust is me."

""Why did I bring Bardock how idiotic of me... to Kabbagi? You'd better be worth this?" He averted her eyes and looked in the clouds.

"What are you talking about? I'm no one special? By the way why am I here? Why do you keep calling me your princess? Why string me along?"

"That's what you are. Now that I think about it there is no reason for you to work for my mother."

"No let me. What will I do for boredom sit with you all day and Chi-Chi works for her too?"

"That won't last long." He stopped in the air and her breaths became shorter and hastened with the sudden altitude.

"Why?" She sounded like she ran a triathlon.

"Kakarott's mate is pregnant and he is probably thinking that fleeing with her is the best idea. Your friend is an idiot! You can't produce a half breed Saiyan of any type in a weak body."

"Weak like not Saiyan?"

"Weak as in human." Bulma didn't have a witty comeback. She was scared for her old friend what if the baby got strong and ripped her apart. Would Goku let it live? Or would his kind heart forgive it for taking away the love of his life? ""Bardock it's nice for you to show up.""

""My Prince...they didn't sense me leave.""

""Don't you know what I going to say... You know Krebs would have answered that already.""

""Your request is out of reach and I cannot betray my king.""

""If you want to see me as your king you will."" In the blink of an eye Bardock was gone.

"I'm tired of all the secrets mister. What's happening?" Vegeta grinned and Bulma felt him heat up. They were a good 500 feet above the Palace. He dropped down like a torpedo and Bulma screamed the way down in disbelief. He was showing off. "Ass!" She yelled as the touched based in a familiar room. "If you won't at least answer that question then..." She wobbled with thin knees to his bed. "Then what was that talk about you having an heir?"

"What my father doesn't know is I cannot sacrifice that. You cannot be put in that type of situation. It would be foolish and too early. Now I think I missed your bath here." He pointed over to the bathing quarter a few feet out. A rapping set of knocks interrupted them.

""Sorry Prince but MALX has called a meeting now and it's urgent."" The head popped itself in-between the doors.

""Isn't it always?"" Vegeta picked himself up and passed his bed. He looked back one more time. "Well it looks like that bath is going to have to wait." The door slammed closed and Vegeta left Bulma untouched. Like that he was gone.

"Chi-Chi I don't know what to tell you I haven't seen him in over a week; 'looks like that bath is going to have to wait.'" Bulma mocked including her shoulders the way Vegeta did. The two friends fixed on the bed with a shiny bamboo like container.

"I don't see why you care so much. Didn't you say that you hated him or something to that extreme?" Bulma and Chi-Chi both ate out of the same contained of noodles and meat Chi-Chi insisted not to ask what was inside. Bulma asked Chi-Chi to stop asking her how long she was going to keep the same dress on. All the dresses no matter how few were at the shop and she bet Vegeta wasn't going back to get them. So Bulma was stuck with the same dingy not-so-white dress.

"If he's dead or something like that then what happens to me?"

"Doesn't the King recognize you as some sort of Princess? What I didn't understand is why do you still have to wait on the Queen if you're in their family?" Chi-Chi took the last bit of noodles and sealed the container shut.

"I don't think princesses start off as sex slave. I think this is some type of political move. Did you know he was supposed to marry a Saiyan woman? His mother and father hate me to begin with. She asked me to clean her crusty clammy feet and clean soiled rags of hers. The King he looks like a creeper with a cape. If I didn't wait on the Queen then how would I spend time with you? And you're the only one that feeds me. Chi-Chi he has this problem with being mortal. He's always saying something about becoming immortal, I don't know... it's just kinda obsessive." Her friend smiled and got off the bed and took he colorful sling that carried the container or other needs.

"I don't know what to tell you the only thing Goku is really obsessed with is y'know food. But nothing to the degree of obsessive it's Goku. Okay I got to go, Love. I'll see you in the morning."

"Yes you will. Goodnight and tell Goku goodnight too." Bulma blew a kiss goodbye and Chi-Chi caught it in mid air and blew one back. Then Bulma was alone again. She wondered about the status of being alone and if it was really all that depressing as others had put it; as she had once put it. Was she ever alone? There was always someone to support her no matter what.

"What I'd do to have it all back." Suicide had once loomed heavily on her. Now she couldn't; she had people she needed to protect and giving up couldn't be the answer. She felt the sleep pulling her softly and seized her in the same second. Bulma was face up spread in every direction of the bed. She was in a solid sleep and didn't hear Vegeta as he infiltrated in and dropped his armor. He was heading to the bed and glance over at the tub a few feet away. He easily picked her up and laid her on his chest. His chin buried her blue locks her face positioned against his neck. He moved her hair away from her mouth, eyes, and her chin because it itched against him. He had forgotten how the moonlight bounced from her smooth face. The two laid in the dark light for a while. Then he reached up and put his hand over the light. Her eyes rolled open and the light beamed in her eyes. She clanged to his chest and twisted her mouth.

"I've been waiting for you for days." Her jaw locked and eyes fasten on him for an answer.

"Your point?"

"Where have you been?"

"Selling planets. Where have you been?"

"Doing stuff." She felt his embrace and her face overwhelmed in a bashful peach.

"Why do you wear a dress to sleep?" He rubbed the fabric between his fingers.

"I don't have another so I've been wearing this dress to sleep and that ugly sack for your mother.

"I'll have something arranged. That Chi-Chi was here. I can smell Kakarott stench."

"Well I would have died from boredom and starvation if she didn't come."

"So how about that bath?" Did he offer it because of Chi-Chi smell or his curiosity? 'Will he have to be taken away for another important meeting?'

"Right now! Can't you wait till the morning?"

"No it can't. Now get your fat butt up." He pinched at her thighs and plucked at her dress.

"Fat? Come on." She slapped away his hand and he griped her hand in the same moment.

"Get up! You have invaded my mind too many times while I was away." He pushed his body off the bed lead Bulma to topple to his side. She did not want to move from this bed. She blinked and noticed something new on his body. It looked like a giant caterpillar caked into his skin. The raised skin was black and blue but it looked like it had been there for a while. That was a scare Bulma hadn't seen or was aware of. When this man went out to execute his duties as the commander of MALX he gets hurt.

"Did you get hurt?" Bulma's hair was in a torrent of curls and wished this planet had a straightener and from what she knew it didn't.

"No! What kind of foolish words you speak...did I get hurt?" His arm locked to support him.

"But you have all these scars?"

"Of course." He wasn't fazed by her concern just amused that she thought he'd get hurt.

"Can I see them?"

"Why?" He got up and walked and Bulma followed behind him. She saw the armor lying about near the door. Was this really her life?

"Shouldn't I know?" Vegeta bent over and adjusted the water out the faucets. Even the faucets complemented in the moons' favor and the Ivory like stone glistened around the rim.

"You've seen every angle of my body." He said bringing his body back into a standing position.

"Come on Prince. I want to see them and I want the stories and I can clean them away." He just looked at her. Didn't she say she was going to kill him someday a few days ago? Now she wanted to know about his life. His actual words left him as her eyes stabbed to his.

"Why?" Was all he could muster and that's not even what he wanted to say. He hated the ways she did that. The way she convinced him that his pets couldn't live in the same room as her. His mother had tried euthanasia for his felines and he wouldn't budge.

"I have to at least pretend like I like you."

"Get in." She slid the dress passed her shoulders and it was to her ankles in less than a second. Vegeta easily peeled out of his black body suit and dropped it on the ground next to Bulma's clothes. The tub when filled all the way graced her shoulders as she sat down. The ends of her hair got wet and her hair was too long for her liking. If only it stood by itself like Vegeta's then she wouldn't have to worry about she thought enviously. She was hoping that he would sit a few inches away from her but he parked his body in between hers. Like the bathroom from her old house it was enough to fit a small army in.

"This is going to be so enjoyable don't you think. You should think twice before you ask me to do something and I'm still sleepy. Okay we'll start with your back. This one." She touched an area his on back and his entire body shuttered. She could feel him pacing his breath. She was going to ask him why he had jumped like that.

"Nappa and I were slashing and burning a village of a planet we were to sell. Don't ever purge with this moron alone."

"That's the one that ..."

"The person that put you on our bed. I saved you from the worst sex you'll ever have in your life. That's a lash mark."

"And this on your shoulder?"

"It's connected to the one on my back. You can trace it."

"Like a rope?" She followed the imprint from the top of his shoulder to his back. She placed both palms and her head on his back.

"Like a rope, yes. It was the braided metals the women of that planet would specialize in. The warriors caught Nappa with one of their life givers, women selected to give birth. Before that Nappa showed her where our pods were. When they captured us they stupidly took us to their center city to punish us. Then we finished our jobs. It was prolonged three more days then needed. I lost money out of it and I refused to pay Nappa." She slid both her hands off his back and to one hand a searched for the one scar that started her inquiry. When she found it she rested her hand there.

"The one I saw on your side?"

"Too early to take about it."

"Okay? The scar on your arm?" Her eyes traveled up to the backside of his arm.

"I was being trained by my father and we trained extensively when I was about 5. He slammed me against a pillar."

"A pillar? That's extreme... who does that to their child?"

"A parent that wants his future King to be without flaws, but I am flawed without immortality." She moved in the space she had to get from behind him. The water was warmer round him so she hovered and rested her head next to him.

"What would you give up for this?" She had said it in almost a whisper.

"Everything including my soul."

"If I had it now and said pick me over this."

"Ha! I can have sex with anything as an immortal so you're not that important after the fact." This man knew how to get under her skin. She face scrunched together and released bottling it up.

"Mom?" She threw out.

"Immortality."

"Father?"

"Immortality."

"Your crown?"

"Immortality."

"You people?" He raised his eyebrow and turned his face to her.

"This doesn't get old for you, does it? When I say everything I mean everything."

"Love?"

"Or immortality? What do you think?"

"I think.......Yamcha."

"Who?"

"Yamcha I should have kissed him. The last moment I saw him and if I had not cared about what others thought. He was the love of my life." She stopped her hand over heart and took on a heavy sigh. 'Why Yamcha now?' She bit back a tear.

"Love of your life. How did that happen?"

"Well the boy tried so hard and he was afraid of me..." Vegeta interrupted with a quick laugh. "Seriously then I told him let's go out and we did."

"So you da...dated him? How long?"

"Why does that matter?"

"It doesn't I just want this to be the last time you speak of him."

"Excuse me I love him I can't help but talk about him."

"This seems to be the first time you ever mentioned him. He can't be that important to you then."

"He has always been a part of this heart and the reason why I haven't given up."

"If I find him I'll kill him."

"That's disgusting." She spat.

"You have no idea." His smile was primitive with ownership and an open possessiveness. She saw in his eyes how serious he was.

"One day you're going to fall in love."

"Will you warn me before that happens?"

"Love is powerful."

"I'm powerful."

"Listen here nothing can stop love."

"You are foolish! This Yamcha character is more than likely dead like everything else on the blob of a planet. In your heart he should die as well. Anyone that dares to touch you or anyone you want to touch you here after will learn what pain truly is. Now sleep my mother will call for you in a few hours."

"In the tub?"

"Don't worry you'll make it to the bed."


In The Late Future

In a short flash I felt him coming closer edging corners. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined that the strength ...would sprout into my assassin. Like promised to me death will come and this will be over. Now my assassin came without his sword and had that been the case I would have been cut down. He forgot the most important part of the puzzle. Now how will he overcome me if he just came with the revenge in his heart? Will hundreds more stand and fight? Screaming the same exact rhetoric is that how time works. Time a mystery within itself how many different frames can we fuse into time? The steps neared and another step that unfulfilled stare me in his eyes. I wonder what he found and why now? Why not sooner than this? His rage slashed from his joints and what would I say to the Laid. I am your king bow to me. ""What are you doing here?"" I refused to look at his face would he mirror an assassin or a peacemaker. My assassin who may or may not go to his home with a task finished. I may not let him make it home. I guess a promise is a promise and why I am HERE.

""Visiting. And what do you mean why am I here?"" I knew his eyes the mirrored mine the ones that compassionately hate an individual. I lost those eyes and in my youthful days he must have acquired them, lusting to be so powerful that he could over take me, see he was designed for that sole purpose my assassin. I don't know why they'd wait so late. I've waited for them to send him and here he is with the lusterous ki ball in his hands. Waiting for my eyes to meet his.

""Outside Earth hovering over her as if she owed you some debt."" He dispersed the ball into his palm and strongly walked to me. Did he know who he was and his assignment? Kill me!

""I lost my key there."" His Saiyan was superb his comprehension level rose above even some native speakers.

""I should kill you right here and right now."" Yes you should. Gut me open if you can.

"Didn't they tell you? You can't kill an immortal. Believe me I tried and unless you have the Mermaid's Pearl then get out of my sight." His energy shrunk and I waited for his finishing blow. This assassin understood that his lust wouldn't have its fill if killed me now. He'd have to watch me suffer and I'll offer him the ticket to see me set me to Hell and tell his loved ones all about it. But only if he was ready to suffer as well. "Answer me!"

End Chapter Eight: Entrapped On Yourself.

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