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CH.6 - Pampered Princess

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Vegeta kept a loose yet firm grip on her slender wrist, trudging her through the dying down battlefield. His raiders were now in the process of eliminating the rest of Jarl Dodoria's group. Once they saw their Jarls head paraded on the tip of his sword, they knew they had been beaten. And so, with one final battle cry and a swing of their ax, they all welcomed their trip to Valhalla.

No matter how many times he would turn to the little woman and yell at her to shut up, she kept yelling at him in her foreign language.

"Anata wa watashi o tebanashite, anata ni nani ga okotte iru no ka o watashi ni hanashi hajimeta hō ga īdesu. Tattaima! Anata... Anata... Anata wa baikingudesu!" Bulma screeched as she desperately tried to pry her hand free from The man's steel grip. She dug her now numb heels into the frosty mud in an attempt to free herself from him. But failed miserably as he effortlessly continued to drag her along in his march through the village.

("You better let me go and start telling me what the hell is going on. Right now! You... you... You Viking!")

A growl rumbled deep within Vegeta's chest. The woman and her none stop yelling were really getting on his last nerve.

Bulma let out another aggravated screech when she noticed that he was completely ignoring her. She will not be ignored! Not even by some ruthless, intimidating, sexy-ass Viking! He will listen to her if it was the last thing she did. After taking in a deep breath, she yanked her captive hand with all her might, causing him to spin and face her.

Piercing ebony eyes met with her fiery blue. His lip curled up in irritation, accompanied by a deep growl. Her breath hitched from the sight of him, and she found herself getting lost in those eyes again. But that only lasted for a second as she quickly snapped herself out of her daze. She needed to make this Viking listen to her.

"Watashi o hanashite." She said in a firm voice.

("Let go of me.")

Vegeta's lip curled as his tolerance level was just about reaching its max. "Hættu að tala! Ég skil þig ekki!" He growled as he began to turn around, only to have his arm yanked back by the infuriating woman behind him.

("Stop talking! I don't understand you!")

She really should have become more fluent in the language. She can read it just fine, but speaking it... That is something different.

She squared her shoulders at the visibly fumingly mad Viking before her. Lifting their combined arms, she aggressively pointed to his steel grip. "Tebanasu." She demanded.

("Let go.")

Vegeta's brows scrunched together in confusion. He really hates being confused, it really makes the thunder within him roar.

Seeing the confused look on his face Bulma took in a steady deep breath, calming her nerves. "Tebanasu." She said firmly again, pointing to his fingers and lightly yanking her arm away from him.

("Let go.")

"Tch." Vegeta rolled his eyes as he finally somewhat understood what she was saying. A bit more aggressively than needed, he let go of her hand in a tossing manner. And as he was turning around to walk away, he was once again stopped by her. His nostrils flaring out, he spun back around. "Hvað! Kona!"

("What! Woman!")

"Samuidesu!" She yelled at him rubbing her hands up and down her arms in a traditional 'I'm cold' manner. The rest of her body began to shake like a leaf from the icy weather around her. She was not dressed nor prepared for such weather!

("I'm cold")

Vegeta's piercing gaze ran up and down her shivering form, and he yet again somewhat understood her. 'What in the Helheim was she thinking wearing such thin clothing anyways? They offer no such protection to her fragile form at all.' Vegeta thought with a heavy sigh. He unlatched his furs off of his shoulders and, in one sweeping motion, threw them over hers.

Giving the furs a quick shake, making sure that they were secure on her. He then looked her in the eyes, piercing her down to her soul. "Betri?" He asked, his irritation seeping off of his words.

("Better?")

Bulma just stood there glaring up at the Viking. "Arigatō." She grumbled softly. The furs did not smell all that great- being covered in mud, sweat, and blood, but they did provide her with much-needed warmth. While clenching her jaw, she wrapped her fingers into the cloak and pulled it closer to her tiny frame. This will have to do until she can find a way out of this crazy nightmare and back into bed with Yamcha.

("Thank you.")

Yamcha! Her eyes widened with shock, almost popping out of her skull. She completely forgot all about Yamcha. Last she remembered, she was storming out of their tent pissed off at him because he would not have sex with her- that ass hole. Which then led her to the bloody arms... literally bloody arms of her Viking ghost.

And she ended up almost devouring that Vikings face.

Not that she is complaining, it was a very nice kiss. But she is now engaged, damn it! Engaged to Yamcha. What the hell was she thinking?

With a small groan, she pulled the furs closer to her body. Kissing the Viking was a big mistake, that's most likely the reason why she is in this mess of a nightmare. Maybe she should kiss him again, and that will send her back and out of this... whatever it is.

She slowly lifted her eyes up to him, his eyes cold and unforgiving and his l mouth set in a hard frown.

No, kissing him again would be a bad idea. He looks very-very upset... Or well upset might be putting it a bit too mildly.

Seeing as he had met her demands, Vegeta gestured in the direction that he was walking and raised his brows in question. Silently asking her, 'can we continue on our fucking way, you irritating woman!'

Taking her silence as an answer, he turned on his heels.

"Chottomatte." She called out to him. Slowly he turned around to face her again, his left eye twitching. She could tell she was really beginning to push her luck. Sighing softly she lifted one of her feet and pointed to it. "Watashi no ashi. Watashi wa kutsu o motte imasen."

("Wait.")

("My feet. I have no shoes.")

Vegeta scrunched his brows together as he studied her feet. 'She doesn't even have feet covering!' he said to himself, completely baffled. 'Why would the gods send me such a fragile, ill-equipped woman?' He continued to study her small form. 'She won't even pass as a weak shieldmaiden. She is not a gift from the gods...' He sighed heavily as he looked up into her eyes again. 'She is a curse... I'll show them what I think of this curse.'

"Leyfðu mér að hjálpa þér. Dekruð prinsessa mín." Vegeta said with an evil smirk. Slowly he grabbed the edges of the furs he draped around her shoulders and began to wrap them tightly around her, securing her hands.

("Allow me to help you. My pampered Princess.")

'Prinsessa mín! I recognize that!' Bulma thought to herself in surprise as she allowed him to bundle her up. 'He called me his Princess. Aww, how sweet. He is going to actually take care of me... Not exactly something that I would expect from a Viking, but I like it.' She sighed in content as she smiled up at him.

"viltu ekki að viðkvæmt sjálf þitt frjósi, nú gerum við það?" His smirk widened as he saw her falling into his trap. Once he knew her hands were trapped within the furs around her, he slowly slid his hands to her waist. Her pupils dilated at his intimate touch, distracting her more from what he was really doing. And before she could snap out of her trance, he quickly hoisted her up onto his shoulder like she was a bushel of hay.

("don't want your fragile self to freeze, now do we?")

"Nantekotta i! Anata wa orokana baikingu! Watashi o oku! Kore wa josei o chiryō suru hōhōde wa arimasen!" Bulma yelled in surprise as she tried to wiggle her hands free. But stopped once she realized that was not going to happen. "Sore ga anata ga shite ita kotodesu! Watashi no ude o tojikomeru! Anata wa kirainahito!" Bulma continued to yell as she tried to wiggle and kick in her trapped state.

("What the hell! You stupid Viking! Put me down! This is no way to treat a lady!")

("That's what you were doing! Trapping my arms! You're an asshole!")

Vegeta just lightly shook his head and let out an evil chuckle as the woman continued to struggle on his shoulder. He gave her ass a quick double pat, stilling her in her struggles. "Ég myndi hætta að berjast ef ég væri þú, og sættu þig við ósigur. Þú ert á móti Vegeta prins Saiyan ættarinnar. Sigur í framtíðinni er með ólíkindum."

("I would stop struggling if I were you, and accept defeat. You are up against Prince Vegeta of the Saiyan clan. Victory in your future is highly unlikely.")

'Did he just slap my ass!' Bulma said to herself in complete shock. Normally, she would be extremely pissed off by such an assault. But her body was giving her much different reaction ques than the ones of her being mad. She remained perfectly still as she tried to process the reaction her body was giving her from that slap. Her heart began to rapidly beat within her chest once realization set in.

She was turned on. And for the second time tonight... by this Viking ghost.

Bulma clenched her thighs together, trying to fight against the building heat from within her, and just hung her head in defeat. Breathing evenly to calm down her overreacting self, she patiently waited for her Viking fantasy to take her to wherever they were going.

Vegeta

Vegeta finally made it to his destination, the large square outside the longhouse. And to his surprise, the woman had remained still after the spanking he delivered to her bottom. Maybe he should have done that sooner, it would have saved him the headache of arguing with her. He will just have to remember that for next time.

Next time? There will be no next time! He is going to find the seer and have her sent back before morning.

Vegeta quickly shook his head, riding it of such thoughts.

As he approached the longhouse, he spotted Kakarot lobbing bodies out and into a pile on top of a small wagon, to later be taken elsewhere.

"Any news of the King and Queen, Kakarot?" Vegeta questioned as he approached the man.

Kakarot gave a grunt as he tossed a body. He gave his Prince a wide grin and dusted his hands off before replying. "Glad to see you alive and well, my Prince. The King and Queen are in good health still- I personally made sure of that as you requested. They are over by the docks now, with my brother Raditz, arranging our message to this King Frieza."

An evil smirk spread across Vegeta's face as he re-remembered the message he promised to send. "That is good news. Any more bodies within the longhouse to take over to the boats?"

"Ah, yes, just one more." Kakarot quickly turned around and ran back inside to grab it. With a couple of grunts, Kakarot was back in view dragging a body behind him, and with another grunt, he lobed that one onto the top of his pile. "How about the one on your shoulder? We adding that one to the pile as well?"

Vegeta gave a small chuckle. "Tempting, but no. This one is for the seer."

Kakarot raised a brow in question. "What does the seer want a dead body for?"

Just then, the girl on Vegeta's shoulder gave an irritated moan and quickly flailed her body, grabbing both men's attention. "Anata wa watashi o motonimodosu tsumoridesu ka?" She said in a demanding voice. "Subete no chi ga watashi no atama, kirainahito ni isoide imasu."

("You going to put me back down at all?")

("All the blood is rushing to my head, asshole.")

Both of Kakarot's eyebrows rose up in surprise. "By the gods, that body is alive. And it is a she." A sly smirk graced Kakarot's features, but then quickly fell and was replaced with confusion. "And why are you taking her to the seer? I am more than positive that he does not want her. He has my mother- his wife... Sooo."

Vegeta let out an irritated sigh as he popped his shoulder, sending the little female flying off of him. Before she landed too harshly onto the ground below, he caught her around the waist and gently set her down. She glared up at him, most likely pissed off at his method of putting her down. He growled at her, showing that he did not care. She just deepened her glare in reply. With a roll of his eyes, he spun the little woman around to face Kakator, who was studying the whole interaction with a puzzled look.

"This woman," Vegeta started very slowly. "Is the one that he sent to me. This woman is supposed to be my soulmate! But-"

"By the Gods!" Kakarot yelled, interrupting Vegeta. "You were really able to pull her through time!"

"Yes, Kakarot. But, silence! List-"

"This is wonderful news!" Kakarot continued, interrupting his Prince once again. "The King and Queen must hear of this right away!"

"No! Kakarot!-"

Ignoring his Prince for the third time, Kakarot grabbed the young woman, carrying her bridal style, and took off toward the docks.

Vegeta growled as he tightly clenched his fists and glared at the retreating form of his irritating friend, beautiful blue hair flowing behind him. Why would Kakarot not listen to him? He needs to take that curse of a woman to the seer. And send her back to wherever... or whenever she came from. As he was about to take a step forward and follow his irritating friend he eyes bugged once the realization of where Kakarot was taking the woman hit him.

To his mother.

And once his mother finds out who she is and why she was here. There is no getting rid of her. With urgency in his step, Vegeta took off toward the docks.

Regrettably, he did not make it to the docks in time. By the time he made it there, his mother, Queen Eschalot, was already fussing over the woman. Running her hands through her hair, grabbing her chin, and turning her head this way and that. The poor girl just stood there, bug-eyed and shaking like a leaf. Vegeta gave a small chuckle at how ridiculous the woman looked, only to instantly straighten his face and pretend that he was clearing his throat.

With his fists clenched, he began to march his way toward the group. Ignoring the rest of his clan members as they decapitate the heads from the bodies and shove them onto wooden pikes. Setting everything up perfectly for the message. An evil smirk graced his face as he eyed the gruesomely decorated longship.

"Mother," Vegeta hollered as he approached the group. A noticeable sigh of relief left the blunette once she saw him. "Stop with your grabby hands all over the woman. She is no one important." Vegeta growled as he grabbed the blue head's shoulder and pulled her close to him.

"Nante baikingu no otokoda! Naze anata wa -" The woman said in an angry whisper once she was back in his arms.

("What the hell, Viking dude! Why you let-")

Vegeta quickly put his hand up to her lips, silencing her from continuing with her different language gibberish.

"She will be gone before sun up," Vegeta said firmly. "I just need to-"

"Don't you even think about it, Vegeta." Queen Eschalot said, the firmness in her voice matching her sons. "Kakarot just told us that you did end up seeing the Seer, like your father and I asked, and that this woman is a gift to you from the gods." She paused, watching her son, seeing if he would give off a sign or hint that she was on the right track. If the tight knot that was forming between his brows told her anything... She was on the right track.

A triumphant smirk formed on her face, "She is your soulmate, son. So she is not going to be going anywhere." Her soft brown eyes then landed on her soon-to-be daughter-in-law's shivering form. "By the God's!" She said, her eyes growing wide with shock. "Take her to the longhouse right away. The poor thing is shivering like she just got out of an Íshola (ice hole). No need to have her freeze to death before I get my grandbabies!"

Vegeta placed his hands back onto the woman's hips, preparing to lift her back over his shoulder.

"And don't you dare carry her over your shoulder like a batch of freshly caught fish!" The Queen scolded, as she eyed her son. He gave her an irritated glare, which she replied with crossing her arms over her chest in a 'try me' fashion. "You carry her proper!"

Vegeta let out another long growl as he hooked one of his arms under the woman's legs and quickly lifted her up off of her feet. Receiving a high pitch 'Eeyeh!' right into his ear. He gave her a warning look as he turned to make his way back to the Longhouse.

And there went his idea to find the seer and force him to send the woman back. Now he is stuck with this... curse.

He eyed the woman that was curled up and shivering in his arms, her lips beginning to match the blue of her hair. The lips that were pink and luscious only mere moments ago. He picked up his pace toward the longhouse, almost going to a steady run. He needed to hurry and get her to the hearth- return some of that alluring color back to her face.

His leather-wrapped feet thudded against the wooden floor of the longhouse as he entered. A sigh of relief escaped past his lips when he saw the fire still burning within the hearth. He set her gently down onto a nearby bench, only for her to quickly get up and hobble her way closer to the fire and sit directly on the edge of the hearth.

Her small frame fit perfectly on the ledge, as she sat there hugging her legs. She wiggled her fingers and toes dangerously close to the fire, slowly bringing life back to the numb appendages.

"You only need to warm yourself up, not set yourself on fire, woman," Vegeta said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

The woman just continued to sit there, ignoring him and almost setting her limbs on fire as she desperately sought out the heat. "Tch," Vegeta said as he plopped himself down onto the bench he first sat her on. He aimlessly looked about the table and found a mug, still half full of ale from the celebration earlier that night. Lifting it up, he lazily studied it, making sure no blood or body part was floating about in it. Satisfied, he shrugged his shoulders and took a large gulp. With a click of his tongue and a satisfied sigh, he placed the mug back down.

A small grumble of a stomach across from him caught his attention. Snapping his eyes up to the woman, he found her longingly staring at the ale in his hands. Giving her an understanding smirk, he looked about the table again and found another partly full/ somewhat safe mug of ale. Leaning forward out of his seat, he offered it to her.

With no longer painfully frozen fingers, she reached for the mug and nodded her thanks. Leaning back into his seat, he carefully watched her as she took her first sip and almost instantly coughed it back up.

"Pampered Princess," Vegeta sneered as he took another large gulp of his ale. He looked back to the blue head only to find her glaring daggers at him over her mug. He raised a brow at her in question, silently challenging her.

She stood up from her perch on the edge of the hearth with a huff and began to chug the rest of the ale. Vegeta raised both of his brows at her as he watched her slender neck contract with every gulp, not a single drop of ale dribbling down her chin. Once she was finished, she slammed it down onto the table and used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth.

Vegeta nodded his head in approval. "Alright, Pampered Princess," he said as he stood up, grabbing both of their now empty mugs. Not even breaking their eye contact, he sauntered over to an open barrel of ale and slowly dunk the two mugs in, filling them both up to the top. Standing before her again, he offered her the mug back.

"skál," He said with a smirk and a lift of his mug.

"skál," The woman replied.

Vegeta froze just before the mug hit his lips as he looked at the foreign woman before him. Shock, written clearly on his face. The blunette just smirked at him and began to chug her drink, taking his state of shock as an opportunity to beat him. Vegeta snapped out of his state of shock and quickly began to chug his drink, the thrill of a challenge running through his veins.

With a triumphant 'HA!' Vegeta slammed his mug just mere seconds before the little woman. She too had slammed hers down, her elegant joyous laugh echoed off the walls. Her cheeks finally getting a hint of pink to them- the fire, and now the booze was doing their job at warming her small frame.

"Oh, my," The Queen said as she entered the hall. The King, Kakarot, Raditz, and the seer all closely following behind her. "This just brings such joy to my heart, son." She then grabbed the girl and once again began to look her over.

The Blunette shot a questionable look over to Vegeta, silently pleading 'help me' with her eyes. Vegeta just shook his head at her and walked back over to the barrel of ale, refilling his mug once again. There is no fighting his mother when it comes to things like this.

"She is not very strong," The Queen stated. "Are you sure she will bear strong sons?" She questioned as she looked up toward the seer, as he slowly made his way over to the hearth.

"Yes," The seer simply stated. "But not only that, but she will-"

"Anata wa!" The blue head screamed once she saw the seer. She began to flail her arms, freeing herself out of the Queen's grasp, and marched herself around the hearth, to stand in front of the seer. "Anata wa!" She said, once again with a stomp of her foot and a violent pock to his chest. "Watashi wa anata ga watashi o rikai shite iru koto o shitte imasu! Soshite, anata wa hanashi hajimeta hō ga īdesu! Ittai nani ga okotte iru no ka oshietekudasai!"

("You!")

("You!")

("I know you understand me! And you better start talking! Tell me what the hell is going on!")

All eyes stared in shock at the two, patiently waiting for what was going to happen.

The seer raised a fist to his mouth as he cleared his throat. "Hai, wakarimasu." He said as he slowly placed his hands onto her shoulders.

("Yes, I understand you.")

The bluenette deflated and sighed in relief. "Ā! Ā, tasukatta!" But she quickly snapped back up with fire burning in her eyes. "Sā, hanashi hajimemashou!"

("Oh! Thank God!")

("Now start talking!")

"Wait!" Vegeta yelled, getting everyone's attention to him. "You can understand her!?"

"Hai," The seer said with a small nod, but then shook his head and re-answered in the correct language. "Yes, I can."

Vegeta growled and slammed his empty mug onto the tabletop. "Explain, now!"

And that is the end of Ch.6! please drop a review and let me know what you think! Next chapter I have an evil plan plotting in my head, I hope your ready. I guess I'll be nice and give you a small hint... It involves hot springs... See you next chapter!

Oh and don't worry this jumping back and forth between languages is not going to be for much longer. Bulma is a very smart individual and will pick up on the Norse language very fast.