Hindsight by Annie-Ominous
Chapter 4:
Prince Vegeta
Edited by:
HannaBellLecter
He wasn't pleased to be woken in the middle of the night. Nappa pounded on the door after what felt like only seconds of sleep and told him the Princess of the Isle of Life had arrived with only a guard and the clothes on her back. Something horrible must have happened.
But he couldn't force himself to care much. His mother had coughed until her throat bled last night. He'd watched her, wanted to hold her but she was being cradled by Goku. She'd always favored him. Goku, who got everything except the crown.
He pushed his tired body out of bed and put only what he absolutely had too and shuffled out into the hall.
"The fuck is going on?" Fasha complained when he stepped into the hall. "Something about the Princess of the Life?" She grumbled sleepily. He smirked. She would be out of it for an hour at least. She never woke up quickly.
The whole family shuffled into the throne room, except his mother. Seeing Goku where she should be sitting made his chest hot with anger, then on top of all of this, the idiot Nappa brought the Princess in to see them wearing next to nothing. She was shivering and hugging herself as she approached in her summer garb. It looked like a sleeping dress and a housecoat of some kind.
He could hear his mother's voice in his mind, telling him to be a gentleman. Southern ladies were in need of affection, and care. He summoned a handmaid and told her to fetch him the white fur cloak they'd made out of the pelts of the arctic foxes he'd hunted over the years.
Then, the princess told them her story. It was so far-fetched he hardly believed it. If not for her clothes, he would have dismissed it entirely. But as it was, she did look like a woman who'd just flown thousands of miles without stopping.
She started crying when she told them her father was dead. Her voice cracked, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the sobs - but they overtook her. It became difficult not to think about his own mother and her impending death.
Finally, the handmaid returned with the cloak, which gave him something to do. He left his throne on tired, reluctant legs, crouched in front of her and draped the cloak over the sobbing Princess' shoulders. She looked up at him - and for a moment he was struck by how beautiful she was.
Suddenly, he could remember so much about his summer in The Isle of Life. She'd been such a stubborn, hot-headed know-it-all then - and he'd loved every minute of it. She was funny, and loud and demanded to be treated the same as everyone else. She'd even shot Goku in the head with an arrow when he startled her during archery practice.
She hadn't apologized for that but insisted he not sneak up on people with a loaded and cocked bow. It hadn't done much damage, only grazing his scalp a bit - but it bled a lot. Vegeta had liked her ever since then, and he'd always missed the Isle of Life. He'd never been so comfortable in his life than when he was there. The beds were all extra soft, and the outside air seemed to welcome you with open arms rather than biting at you for daring to step through it.
Yet, this sobbing woman on the throne room floor hardly seemed to be the same person. She looked weak and beaten. Her eyes were filled with tears and her face was filthy, red and blotchy from the sobs while the tip of her nose, and ears had turned a little black from the cold. Despite all this, she was still stunningly pretty.
He realized he'd been kneeling there, looking at her for a long moment.
"Father, perhaps we can speak with her further on the matter after she's had some sleep," he suggested without looking over his shoulder to the King.
His father agreed and had him take her to the pink room, which Nappa had proudly said he'd had prepared for her the minute she arrived. The princess was still crying, on the ground in a heap - so Vegeta did what his mother would have wanted. He carried her.
She looked up at him, confused - but he was doing exactly what was expected of him; being the chivalrous prince. Then, out of nowhere, she asked where his mother was. He looked down at her and shook his head. He didn't have it in him to admit out loud how ill she was. He only managed a short "Yes," when she asked if they had good doctors.
She marveled at the Pink room, and they exchanged obligatory niceties. She told him the room looked comfortable and thanked him for having her. He had to set her down, but he didn't dare step into a single lady's room, so he set her down, just inside the door and stepped back once he was sure she wouldn't fall over. More obligatory niceties, where she thanked him, and he assured her it was no trouble at all, though it absolutely was trouble. Now they'd have to double the guards to protect her since her family was under attack.
Her guard refused to leave her, even to sleep which Vegeta thought was highly suspicious, but he was too tired to care. Far too tired. He gave in without much protest and ordered the guards standing watch outside her room to report straight to Nappa and himself if anything odd happened and to not leave that spot.
He went to find Nappa next and ordered him to double the number of guards on duty at any given time and to put extra eyes on the Princess. Either she was legitimately in danger, or she was lying, and this was some trick to overthrow them. Either Way, he didn't much care right now. The result was the same, more guards.
"We'll have to pull some from the town. We don't have the numbers for that," Nappa explained.
"Fine, just fill in the gaps with lieutenants from the ground troops for now. Tell them we have a surprise guest and the town needs extra protection."
Nappa nodded and set to carry out his orders. Finally, Vegeta could sleep.
And sleep he did. He didn't sleep very long, but he did sleep very deeply. It was the first time in a long while he'd been able to lay down for more than two hours without terrible back pain. It was such a relief, that when he woke up he forgot about his mother, and the Princess for a little while. It was just him, comfortable in a warm bed. It would have been perfect if he had a woman there to wake him up with her lips around his cock. Despite that, it was still good.
His peace, however, couldn't last long. He seemed fated to never get a moment of true peace. Frantic knocking on his door jolted him out of bed - knocking like that wasn't good - the first thing that jumped to his mind was his mother. Had she left them in the night?! He leapt from the bed and ripped the door open.
Fasha stood before him, flushed, and breathless. "It's mom! She's recovered!" Fasha yelled and ran off down the hall in barely a tunic, she was basically nude. He chased after her. When the turn for his mother's tower came he paused, but Fasha had kept running - so he followed her. All the way to... Goku's room.
She darted inside without hesitation, but Vegeta paused. The cluster of castle staff crowded around the door had parted for him, and they all looked at him while he stood there - pain filling his chest. He went inside because he knew waiting wouldn't make what he was about to see hurt any less.
His mother was standing by the fire, arms around Goku who was on his knees, hugging her around the waist, and crying into her chest in pure relief. His father stood behind her, arms around her shoulders, and face pressed into the crook of her neck. He at least had the pride to keep his eyes dry.
Raditz sat by the fire watching his family, while Fasha easily inserted herself into the embrace, her arms around their mother and Goku's, while Goku wrapped a long arm around her shoulders to bring her in. Tarble sat on the corner of the bed and watched with wet eyes and an arm around Gohan's shoulders. The youngest Saiyan in the room was smiling and wiping his face on the back of his hand.
His mother looked well. She had wet eyes, but her cheeks were rosy, and her forehead dry. She'd apparently had a bath already. So, they'd collected everyone and after the family had been here with her for a while, they'd thought of Vegeta. He was the firstborn and yet, he was last to be included in this.
Gine was the first one to notice him.
"Vegeta," she said warmly, and that anger in him melted and left only hurt. He felt such pain but also relief. Relief that she was okay. He closed the door behind him, and his mother gently detangled herself from Goku, who turned to smile widely at Vegeta as their mother pulled him into a hug.
"I'm okay. You don't have to worry anymore." She kissed his temple and ruffled his hair a bit. He sagged against her and hugged her tightly. He could feel the pulse in her neck under his forehead, strong and constant. Just like that, her recovery became real for him. She hugged him for a moment, before easing out of his arms to go back to his father's and Goku's, who was still crying pathetically.
"I don't think he could have handled losing you like this, not after Chi-Chi," his father said. Goku laughed through a sob.
And just like that, his anger was back. Of course, they were making this all about Goku. What about the rest of them? They'd nearly lost a mother too - but no. It was, as it always was, about Goku. Ever since he was born, it had been all about Goku. One minute, he's the center of his parent's' lives, and then he's not even in the picture. Goku came along and he was put with a wet nurse, and only saw his parents when they had a spare minute. He was so furious he didn't dare speak in case it came across in his tone.
"Mom, how did this happen? How did you recover so quickly?" Fasha asked, being the first reasonable voice he'd heard so far. His mother parted from Goku, who had started to calm down. Goku went to sit by his son and Gine went to hug Raditz for a bit, and stroke his hair.
"I don't know. I haven't the foggiest. Nothing changed, I just suddenly woke up better."
"Well, a lot's changed, Grandma. But nothing in the doctor's treatment, right?" Gohan asked.
"What's changed, dear?" his mom asked.
"Well, Princess Bulma showed up last night, and now I think we're at war?" He said questioningly and looked to King Vegeta for answers.
"It seems that way, Gohan but let's hope not. It could be an isolated incident, and the Royal guards of the Isle are taking care of it now."
"Princess Bulma is here? What's going on?"
The king explained what had happened, and his mother gasped.
"That must be it! The princess brings a blessing with her! A blessing from God. It's a sign that we're supposed to aid her. You know, Goku when you were children your father and I had planned to arrange a marriage between you and the Princess. Do you remember?"
"You did?" Goku asked and looked up while he tried to recall.
"I do," Vegeta said, coolly. Gine looked at Vegeta and smiled understandingly.
"That's right, if I recall you were very jealous!" She teased. "You asked me before we left if you could stay there forever. Do you remember, darling?" She asked their Father, who chuckled and nodded. Bitterness filled Vegeta and he scoffed.
"So proud. Just like you," Gine said wistfully and kissed her husband.
"We should give her a dress," Fasha suggested. "Something Southern looking, so she feels at home. How about that one you had made for my red party?"
"Oh! I think that would be lovely, dear. You're very generous." Gine hugged her daughter and kissed her temple while the girl scrunched up her face at the affection.
"You're kidding. That thing is ridiculous. It's a poofy mess, she needs something warm and something she can move in to get the hell away from any attackers if they invade the castle. And you two should start wearing breast armor over your dresses," he said, pointing to his sister and Mother. They laughed but nodded. "Fine, fine. We'll have one made for Princess Bulma too, but in the meantime, give her Fasha's old dress. It'll be fitting for her," Gine ordered.
Vegeta fought the urge to argue and left the rest of his family alone since it looked like his mother wanted to spend as much time as she could kissing her husband. Once he was out of the room, he felt a wave of proper relief overcome him now that he wasn't staring at his idiot brother. He had a handmaid bring the dress to him in his room while he got dressed properly.
When she did, he almost threw it out the window. It was the stupidest dress he'd ever seen. It was poofy at the skirt, and low cut at the top. She'd freeze in this, just as Fasha nearly had at her red party. On top of that, she'd stand out like a sore thumb in the north, wearing this.
He wasn't going to disobey his mother, but he was going to have the handmaid's fetch the tailor to make some things for the princess that were both protective, and comfortable. Still in a foul mood, he went to get a report on the night's events from Nappa.
"Well, she left her room once last night and returned just before dusk. She was gone for about an hour, apparently."
"Where did she go?" He asked.
"Guards said she went to the Kitchens. Probably hungry after traveling for so long," Nappa explained. "Though to be honest I'm not sure if he's lying or not. I don't think he followed her at all, and he's just covering his ass but there's no way to prove it."
"She's unharmed though?" Vegeta asked.
"Seems to be."
"Fine, then I don't care."
"One more thing, Prince," Nappa said before Vegeta could leave.
"We're getting word from the town, and people there are somehow cured of all illness and injuries too. Everyone in the Infirmary was cured when they woke up this morning. To be honest, even I've been healed. My knee that caused me a bit of trouble suddenly stopped last night."
"After the princess arrived?"
"That's right, your highness."
"Thank you for the report. Dismissed. And, Nappa - Have Unum Senio take over for a bit and get some sleep. You look like shit," Vegeta said.
Nappa chuckled and just walked away.
He went to find his father and fill him in, but when he walked into his father's room - his parents were having sex. Thankfully, the curtains of the four-poster bed shielded his eyes. Now he would just have to live with the sound of his mother's breathless moans in his ear for the rest of his life.
"Hey! They're arranging a celebration and tournament for the guards at lunch. Raditz thinks a tournament is the best way to get a bunch of new guards to help cover the Princess while she's here," Fasha called to Vegeta and fell into step beside him.
It was actually a good idea, so he just nodded. He was surprised Raditz had been the one to think of it.
"Good." A guard jogged up to Vegeta when he came around the corner and told him the Princess had woken up, and they were getting her ready for the day now. "Good," he said again and had a handmaid bring him the foolish dress from his room.
"Why do you hate it so much?" Fasha asked when he sneered down at it in disgust. "You hated it when I wore it too."
"A man is allowed to hate seeing that much of his little sister's bust." He rolled his eyes, and Fasha laughed.
"You're so protective. But, you were right. It was awfully cold, and that was in the summer. She's got that cloak you gave her last night though, right? Did you want her to keep it?"
"It would be rude to take it back now. Shouldn't Goku be doing this? He's the one they're going to marry off to her." He draped the dress over his arm and started walking towards the Pink room.
"Yeah, but you know how thick Goku is about this sort of thing. He only cares about training and Gohan. Didn't that cloak take like 30 pelts to make? A lot of your hours went into that thing."
"Yeah well," he shrugged. He'd always planned for it to be a gift to his bride, whoever it would be, but cementing diplomatic relations with the Princess of his country's main food supplier wasn't exactly a waste, so he didn't think it mattered. Besides, it was too soft and ethereal looking for any proper northern lady to want.
"You presenting the dress with me? It is yours after all."
"Nah, I don't know how to talk to those proper southern ladies. Too fancy for me. I'm gonna go spar with Gohan until lunch."
Vegeta watched her go jealously. He wanted to go spar. Nothing sounded like more fun to him right now than punching Goku's dumb, happy, trusting face.
He would go after he presented the dress. That sounded right. He got to the pink room and knocked twice. He was expecting the guard to answer, looking exhausted in her armor, but much to his surprise - it was Princess Bulma. Without her housecoat.
She stood there, in the doorway, in only a night dress. The sheer white fabric draped around her curves, the wide neck hung off one shoulder and hung low on her breasts. The fabric itself was just opaque enough that he couldn't see details, but what he could see was the silhouette of her curvy body very clearly with the brightly lit window behind her.
He stared at her, slack-jawed for so long that if Fasha were here she'd slap his arm. But he couldn't look away - she was so impossibly beautiful, and despite the nightdress being dirty and torn in places from her travels, it looked soft. He wanted to push into the room and feel that soft looking fabric under his hands as he pinned her to the wall and-
"Good afternoon. Did you sleep well?" He managed, the script of proper hosting taking over. He didn't have to think of what to say which was good, because he didn't think he would be able too.
"Very well - Thank you," The Princess stuttered. He managed to tear his eyes away from her body when she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was flushing a bit. She must have thought he was a handmaid to answer the door like that.
"I've brought you something. A gift from my family." He held out the dress for her, his eyes soaking up the image of her silhouetted body when she extended her arms to accept it. She'd said some standard polite thank you as she took it - but for the life of him, he couldn't recall her exact words. He only snapped out of his mind's wanderings when she stepped aside. For one wild moment, he thought she was inviting him into her room.
Regardless of his family's plans, he was ready to do it, to step into that room, lock the door and have every inch of her. But her eyes were looking past his shoulder, so he turned, and saw a few handmaids lining up with buckets of hot water and a tub. He moved aside.
What now? What did he say now? Oh. Lunch.
"My pleasure. I'll come collect you for lunch in a little over an hour." he croaked. She smiled politely at him and gave more thanks and expressed a desire to spend time with his family. He managed a stiff nod before he had to walk away.
His plan to spar with Goku went out the window. Instead, he went to his room to relieve his... tension and dress a little more properly for the tournament.
Before the celebration was officially to start, Vegeta went to Goku's room to find him wrestling with Gohan and Fasha. He was losing.
"Hey, idiot," he called. Goku looked up right away, which made Fasha snort.
"Oh, hey Vegeta! What's up?" He asked cheerfully, despite his awkward position on the ground with Gohan and Fasha pinning him down. All three paused while the two Princes spoke.
"The Princess should be dressed and ready. Go to the pink room and escort her to the celebration."
"What? I don't wanna do that, I'm busy. You do it," he said dismissively, then used the fact that Fasha and Gohan had relaxed their grips to turn the tables and break free. They shouted in their outrage and the wrestling continued.
Vegeta scoffed at them and went to pick up the princess himself. She answered the door fully dressed this time.
"Princess," he bowed "Are you ready?" She clearly was ready, but he had to ask to be polite.
"I am, yes. Thank you again for your hospitality." She curtsied to him, bending so low that when her arms extended to hold her skirt out of the way, it pulled the white cloak open and he could see so much of her chest that he actively gaped.
She apparently had much more bust than Fasha had at 13. He looked away when he felt her guard glaring at him. He just smirked at her, because she couldn't touch him. Not unless he attacked the Princess, something he had no intention of doing no matter how much of her chest he saw.
He extended his arm for her, as was expected, and she took it. Her hands were cold against his arm, he could feel it even through the fabric of his shirt. The guard followed behind them. The Princess thanked him for his hospitality and expressed her desire to meet with his father.
He told her how it was unlikely they'd have time for any sort of war discussions tonight since his mother had recovered and they were celebrating. She seemed a bit surprised. Then, it occurred to him that a Northern celebration might not be the best place for a Southern lady.
"Have you ever been to a northern celebration?" He asked.
"No, I'm afraid not."
"Well, if you wish to leave the celebration, simply ask and a guard will escort you anywhere in the castle you'd like to go," he explained. "It's a lot of beer and fighting. While we dine, the guards will be fighting in a tournament. The Winner will be declared Knight of Winter, a title of great honor. The big bag of money is a nice prize too. Runners-up will be made guards." He watched her face carefully to see her reaction. She looked annoyed, and for a moment he could see a flash of the girl he'd known when they were children.
She didn't complain, though. When they got to the throne room amongst the chaos of the tournament being set up, he introduced her to his mother. Gine told her of the healing that had spread through the town, exchanged niceties, and whisked her off right away with declarations of a marriage to unite their families. Bulma looked straight to Goku.
Of course, Goku got everything. Vegeta was about to walk away from the two women so he could enjoy the tournament when his mother took Bulma straight over to Raditz.
That wouldn't do. Why had they skipped Goku? He was older. He listened closely, every muscle in his body tense. He heard his mother say something about Goku not being qualified since he was a widower. But not Raditz, surely? His mother knew what Raditz was, even if she did love him. What was she thinking, trying to marry a southern lady like Bulma off to someone like Raditz? Did she want Bulma to suffer? Tarble should come before Raditz. Tarble was weak and young but he was smart and loyal. And not a rapist. Vegeta hovered near the group and eavesdropped.
When their mother told Raditz of her plan, he looked at the princess with the same look he had whenever he was about to assault a handmaid or a kitchen wench. But surely Raditz knew Bulma was off limits until they were married? He wouldn't assault her, not now? Not while they were about to join a war together?
Even if he was proper and waited until they were married… a horrific image of Raditz pinning down a sobbing Bulma flashed through his mind. It would be war. Wouldn't it? She would be Queen, so she'd have the power to send him back and null the marriage, right?
Raditz wasn't being subtle, apparently because the princess spoke up in a shaky voice. "Actually, your majesty it's only divorcees, we cannot marry. Widows, and widowers are acceptable by our laws."
And then Vegeta was actually relieved that Goku was going to be the one to get to move to the beautiful south and marry the even more beautiful princess. Feeling less tense, and a little more bitter, Vegeta wandered over to sit with Fasha, his favorite sibling.
The tournament went as he'd thought it would. Good food, good beer, plenty of excellent fighting - but it was made more interesting by the fact that some guards were being healed after each fight. 'It must be the Princess,' Vegeta thought. Maybe his mother was right about God blessing people in her presence?
He looked down the long table at her, and she didn't look pleased to be here. She was very pointedly looking at her plate when Nappa shouted in pain. Her head snapped up and she looked at him. Vegeta followed her gaze to find Nappa healing before his eyes.
Odd. He kept watching the princess, and the fighting, and as the day seeped into night he noticed something odd. Only those in the Princess's field of vision seemed to be getting healed. He wondered if perhaps, this wasn't so much a blessing from God after all.
Eventually, the tournament ended with the Princess's guard dropping Nappa in one kick. Her leg looked broken after but only for a moment as he caught Bulma looking at her pointedly. Then, the celebration kicked off - Nappa looked at the blonde guard with such an expression of pride and love as he hoisted her onto his shoulder. Vegeta was surprised he didn't propose to her on the spot. He'd never seen Nappa look at a woman like that.
There was a group fight now, and since he had so much anger to burn off, he joined in and enjoyed knocking people out for a while. It was exhilarating, refreshing even, to let out all his pent-up anger in one glorious fight between warriors.
His fun didn't last though, because he noticed people had stopped healing. Worried, he looked around for the Princess and couldn't see her. He worked his way out of the crowd and found a guard who said she'd left with the captain of the guards, Unum Senio, and two of his best men.
The idiot left? He gathered his cloak and followed after her right away - but found Raditz a good ways ahead of him. Damnit. Raditz was going to attack her, and he'd have to swoop in and save her. He didn't mind the Princess before, but this was just moronic. What did she need outside of the castle so badly?
He tried to move at a good clip to get to Raditz before the idiot did something stupid like raping his brother's fiancé.
But soon, the people from the town crowded the streets. Word must have gotten out about her "blessing" and they wanted to be healed. She was a good ways ahead of him, so these were the stragglers, blocking his path. So many of them were children. Sick children.
He had to keep pushing through - but it was slow going. He was lucky Raditz was a stupid giant and he could see his massive mane of black hair floating above the crowd of normal height people.
Raditz left the town and started towards the edge of the woods. Of course, her steed. She'd told them about the winged beast she'd flown here on. Maybe it was real? Vegeta was getting to the edge of the city when he saw Raditz vanish into the trees. He pushed past the people, most of them starting to follow him.
"EVERYONE!" He bellowed. Heads turned, and when they saw who it was, they all froze. People parted, even the kids.
"Do not follow us to the woods," he ordered, his voice loud and echoing around the street. They all looked at one another, but no one moved to keep following Raditz. "She will be back in a few moments," he assured them, and their faces lit up. If they loved him and his father half as much as they seemed to love her, then he'd have no problem ruling. But they didn't.
His path clear, he headed towards the woods - when he saw the three guards supposed to be with the Princess leaving without her.
"You idiots! Where is the princess!?" He snarled when they got to him.
"Your Highness! Prince Raditz dismissed us," Captain Senio explained, his face relieved to see Vegeta. "We had no choice but to obey the Prince's orders, of course."
"Idiots," he growled and ran past them. He stumbled in the snow in his hurry and had to get up three times. He knew what he'd find when he got there. Bulma pinned down while Raditz pawed clumsily at her. He knew it, and yet he was still filled with rage when he saw it. Bulma, pinned to a tree rather than the ground, while Raditz pressed his body against hers and growled in her ear.
"-It's my turn to be king. I don't care what my mother thinks, or what that idiot wants- You'll marry me."
"No. I won't," The Princess said defiantly.
"You will." He knocked her cloak open and grabbed her breast with a huge meaty hand. "Once I've had you won't want anyone-"
Vegeta snapped out of his shock and started towards them to knock Raditz out when the Princess kicked him in the groin so hard, he dropped to the ground. Stunned, Vegeta stood there, watching as she elbowed him in the face. His head snapped back from the impact with a sickening sound.
"Sir, you forget yourself. I am no Princess, I am a Queen and if you touch me again I will have you hung," she growled. "I may not yet be crowned, but I one day will be. Who do you think your father will side with? The Queen of a wealthy land who wishes to unite our families forever? Or his idiot son who's already made a name for himself by pawing at any woman who holds still in his presence for too long?" Raditz groaned, and she only just managed to leap out of the way before he retched all over the roots of that old tree.
The bold woman even crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently while Raditz continued to throw up.
"You - cunt!" He said between retches.
"No." She kicked him in the groin again from behind. Her leg swinging up between his legs to nail his already bruised testis. "Princess, or Bulma," she demanded. "You'll treat me with respect from now on, and I'll do the same for you. And if I ever hear about you attacking some poor woman with no power to stop you again, I'll have you hung."
Vegeta had never in his life been more aroused or impressed with a woman. He decided right then and there that he was going to marry her. He didn't know how, as of yet, but he was going to make it happen one way or another.
He decided to step in then, not that he was needed. He could feel his cheeks straining from how much he was grinning, but he couldn't help it. Thankfully, his cloak hid his arousal.
"Oh! Prince Vegeta!" The princess said, startled to see him, but smiling all the same.
"Hello, Princess."
After a short greeting, wherein he laughed at Raditz, Bulma's mount arrived.
The beast was so large and so foreboding looking that Vegeta almost took a physical step away from him. Bulma ran to his side and hugged him around the neck, and he draped a protective wing over her. Somehow, the flames weren't hurting her.
Apparently, he was intelligent too because he spoke when Vegeta called him impressive. They joked about murdering Raditz, and then the beast's voice echoed in his mind when he spoke to them. Bulma convinced him to meet them at the castle, and they would walk back so she could heal the children.
"Oh, by the way. Ember - that thing you do with your voice in my head…?"
"Yes, I can read minds," he said, voice audible to the both of them.
A little wave of panic shot through Vegeta. Ever since he'd seen Bulma drop Raditz like that, he hadn't been able to keep his mind from wandering to some very sexual thoughts.
Active imagination you have there, Princey. Don't worry though, I'm not going to tell Bulma your thoughts so long as you're not planning to betray or kill her or something.'
"Thank you," Vegeta said and left the forest with the Princess to return home. Just as he got to the clearing though Ember decided to say one last thing specifically to frustrate him.
By the way, you're going to have one lucky wife if THAT'S the sort of thing you fantasize about doing. Too bad it's not Bulma, she could use a good eating.'
He was flushed the whole way home.
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