So life had become crazy hectic and I am so sorry!
First disclaimer: I own nothing! I am just using the DBZ characters for my own entertainment.
Second disclaimer: I need to send a huge thank you to MariIvyFenta for being my beta and helping me turn this story into the best it can be.
Third disclaimer: Trigger warning for this chapter. Some violence and hint of almost R word.
Anywho! enjoy the chapter!
Ch.9 The worst tour guide of all tour guide's
The rest of the day, Vegeta did show Bulma around the village, pointing out what things were... Or well, more like stomping past it and gesturing with a lazy arm and growling "Blacksmith" or "Fisherman" and "Hunter hut"... He was not your four-diamond tour guide, that's for sure.
"Can you slow down a bit?" Bulma complained as she had to once again chase after the Prince. Her leather-bound feet sloshing in the mud with every step she took. "I would like to enjoy my first real look around at a Viking village, and not just at the ruins of one."
"There is that word again," Vegeta growled, ignoring her request to slow down. "Viking. What is this Viking?"
Bulma rolled her eyes as she was finally able to catch up to him. "It's what you are. You are a Viking."
"No," Vegeta growled. "I am a Norse man of the Sayain clan. I am not this Viking you speak of."
"Well, we are from two different time periods, Sir," Bulma said with another roll of her eyes. "People from my time call you and your people Vikings. You are known as the most ruthless-"
"I don't need a history lesson," Vegeta snapped, purposely interrupting her. Even though he was starting to like what she was saying. Knowing that he and his people go down in history as the most ruthless-whatever she was going to say. That, to him, is something to be proud of. But to have to listen to her go on and on was not something he was interested in.
"Well, obviously you do! This way, you can understand what I mean when I call you a Viking." Bulma retorted with a huff as she crossed her arms over her chest.
The sound of a hammer on wood caught her attention as they were nearing the shoreline. She casually glanced in the direction, but then went bug-eyed when she noticed the ships. With an excited gasp, she split away from Vegeta and ran over to them. "Oh my god, look at the craftsmanship of these," she marveled as she ran her hand along the side of one of the ships.
"Woman! Where do you think you are going?" Vegeta cried out in surprise once he realized that she took off. Reluctantly, he crossed his arms over his chest and followed after her. "You're interested in our longships?" He asked with a brow raised as he approached her.
She let out a small giggle as she spun her head around, causing her blue locks to fan out behind her. Vegeta froze in mid-step as he looked at her, her beautiful blue hair swaying behind her, and her crystal eyes sparkled with excitement. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to ignore the strange feeling growing from within.
'All she did was turn her head to look at me,' Vegeta internally growled at himself. 'That should not be causing anything to grow! What am I? Some young lad, excited to chase the swish of a woman's skirt. No! I am Prince Vegeta of the Sayain Clan! And I will not be easily swooned... Or caused to swoon at all!' And with that internal debate over, he pulled back his shoulders and lifted his chin, looking down at her through his lashes like she did not affect him whatsoever.
"I'm an archeologist in my time," she said with a wide smile, completely unaware of his inner struggle. "We normally only see the ruins of these or just replicas. So to see one like this..." She took a deep breath as she turned back toward the longship and continued to run her hand along the side.
"You keep saying, you're an archeologist. What is that?" Vegeta asked as he continued to watch her.
"An archeologist is someone who studies human history through excavation sites. And we analyze the artifacts that we find." Bulma simply explained as she went up to her tiptoes, trying to grab onto the railing of the longship. It was still being built, so it was hoisted up onto wooden wedges, making it much taller than she.
Vegeta just stood behind her, his arms crossed as he watched her struggle to get into the longship. An entertained smirk slowly crept on his lips. She really did look adorably pathetic as she was failing miserably on getting herself onto the ship.
With an over-exaggerated groan and a slap of her hands onto her sides, Bulma stopped trying to get onto the ship and glared over her shoulder toward Vegeta. "You just going to stand there and watch me struggle? Or are you going to give me a hand up onto the ship?"
"I'll help you up." Came a cheerful voice from above.
Bulma yelped and jumped away. She was not expecting someone to be inside of the ship. With wide eyes, she looked up at the cheerfully smiling face above her. It was one of the Vikings that she saw in the longhouse the other day when the seer had explained to her what had happened. And this one looked just like the seer, minus the bloody cloth around his eyes.
"The name is Kakarot," the grinning Viking said as he extended a hand out to her.
Giving a bright smile of her own to the Viking before her, Bulma reached out and firmly grasped the extended hand. "Bulma," she replied in kind.
"Well, I'm glad you can finally understand us," Kakarot said just before he hoisted her up to the boat. Bulma's eyes widened in surprise at his strength, he was able to pull her up with one hand with just a minimal amount of struggle showing. "And us, understanding you. That would have been a very difficult marriage between the two of you."
"The two of who?" Bulma asked, scrunching her brows together.
Kakarot gave her a lopsided grin as he angled his head toward the Prince still down below. "The two of you. My Prince and yourself."
Bulma's eyes bugged out once she realized her mistake. "Right right right! Yes. I am marrying him... My soulmate. We can communicate now... Much better."
'Dear God, that was awkward... Act cool Bulma'
"Stop talking, woman," Vegeta growled from down below. "Before you embarrass yourself some more."
Bulma shot him a glare and was about to snap at him, but decided against it and covertly flashed him a vulgar gesture instead. Surprise flashed across his face at her gesture, but then quickly morphed into an entertained smirk. He covertly returned the gesture right back to her as he scratched just under his eye and then ran his hand over his mouth and down his chin.
"Hurry up, Kakarot," Vegeta grumbled. "Give her the rundown of the longboat so I may finish the tour of the Village. The faster I can do that, the faster I can go and train."
Kakarot gave him a quick nod and opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Bulma cut him off.
"If you can call that a tour!" Bulma snapped as she sassily placed her hands on her hips. "A pig in one of those pens could give me a better tour than the one you were giving me."
Anger flashed within those dark onyx eyes of his, "Well then, allow me to tie you to one. I will gladly be the one to smack it on its fatty hide, so it'll drag you through the mud squealing all the way through your proper tour of the Village!"
Bulma's eyes bugged out in utter surprise. "You wouldn't dare," she said through clenched teeth.
Vegeta gave her an evil smirk as he responded in a low growl, "try me, ya pampered princess."
"You know what sounds really good right now?" Kakarot said with a nervous grin on his face. "Food. I bet Chichi is just about finished making lunch. You two should come!" He turned to Bulma, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. "She would love to meet you. What do you say?"
Bulma broke away from the glaring contest that she and the Prince were having, "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Kakarot." She said with a warm smile.
Vegeta groaned and rolled his eyes. "I am in no mood to deal with your harpy of a wife, Kakarot."
Kakarot firmly planted his hand on the rail of the longboat as he gracefully jumped off and landed just in front of Vegeta. That goofy grin of his never leaving his face. "Aw, come on, Vegeta. We will feed you, then you and I can go spar some while the girls... talk."
Vegeta's brows scrunched together in stubborn defiance. But with a heavy sigh, he caved in. "Alright, fine, Kakarot. We eat fast, then go train until our legs are threatening to cave in from under us." With that, he turned sharply on his heels and began to walk away.
During that small conversation, Bulma had maneuvered herself into a sitting position on the side of the railing and was trying to figure out a way down, without just straight-up dropping and most likely not landing on her feet.
"Oh," Kakarot said in surprise. "Allow me to help you." He began to lift his arms, but then stopped. "Actually," he turned around to face the still retreating form of the Prince. "Vegeta, shouldn't you be helping your bride down?" He paused, crossing his arms over his chest, "You know if your mother-"
Vegeta let out a feral growl as he spun back around, "Enough from you, Kakarot!" Vegeta yelled, jabbing a sharp elbow into the taller Vikings' gut, by way of shoving him out of the way. With a heavy sigh, he lifted his arms and placed them on the woman's knees. Not giving her the time to slowly slide down into his arms, he gave her knees a quick tug, sending her falling into his arms with a hard thud and a high pitch yelp.
She landed on his chest, her elbows resting on his strong shoulders, hands gripping his coarse black hair, and their noses just mere inches away. His strong arms were wrapped around her just under her butt, holding her against him. They both took a shaky breath in, as he slowly moved his hands to her hips and then gently guided her down to her feet.
Clenching his jaw together, he cleared his throat and took a step away from her. There was something about being that close to her that got things stirring much stronger than just merely looking at her. He did not quite want to just stand there and find out, especially not in front of the goofy grinning Kakarot.
He sharply spun on his heels once again and began marching away. "Your wife better have food ready Kakarot, I do not want my training to be postponed any longer."
"Oh, I hope so too," Kakarot said cheerfully as he rubbed his belly, completely unaware of what that small amount of touching did to both Bulma and Vegeta. "I'm starved."
Bulma let out another shaky breath as she slowly tucked her hair behind her ear and began to tail the two Viking men. Not a speck of understanding what was going on with her and that Viking Prince was present within her eyes, as she watched him walk in front of her. All he did was roughly catch her- or more like roughly pull her off then catch her from the longship, and she is getting all sorts of butterflies in her stomach.
'Get a grip on yourself, woman!' Bulma growled at herself and roughly shook her head to clear it of any treacherous thoughts. Squaring her shoulders, she followed the two Viking men.
Kakarot's house was a decently sized little cottage by the edge of the village, just near the shore of the fjord. The roof of the hut, covered in rich green moss, stretched down to the ground. A well-used shield or two leaned against the wall next to the front door. A pig pen and a chicken coop lay near the back of the cottage, while a rack of freshly caught fish hung on display near the front.
"Chichi!" Kakarot called as he entered his home. "Is lunch ready? I'm starving."
A feminine laugh sounded from inside of the cottage, "When are you not hungry, Goku?"
Kakarot responded with a sheepish laugh. "Oh, and I brought some company to join us. Hope you made enough to feed us all."
"Company?" Bulma heard the woman ask as she stepped over the threshold and into the small house.
A warm smile graced Bulma's lips as she took in the interior. A fire crackled within a small hearth in the center of the house. A pot full of some kind of stew hung over the fire filling the home with its delicious aroma. A wooden dining table and some benches were on one side while racks of weapons were on the other. And divided by a thin wooden wall at the back of the house were the beds.
All in all, it was cute and homie with a pinch of danger. Exactly what she expected for a Viking home.
"Oh, yes." The woman said the cheerfulness in her voice dropped at the sight of Vegeta. "Prince. Vegeta... Why have you decided to torture me with your presence on this day and in my home nonetheless?"
"Chi-" Kakarot said softly in a warning. But she ignored him, keeping her hard unamused eyes on the Prince before her.
"Tch," Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest as he matched the woman's unamusement. "Trust me, I don't like being in your presence. But, your husband has graciously invited us to lunch, and then of course to train until we can no longer stand. And the woman-"
"Invited us for lunch? The woman?" Chichi finally looked past Vegeta to the blunette behind him. Excitement instantly flashed in her eyes and she pushed her way past the Prince. "You must be her!" Chichi said as she started to excitedly pat her hand up and down the blunette's arms. "The girl from... from." She looked to her husband, Kakarot. "Where was it you said she was from Goku?"
"Kakarot," Vegeta corrected, his voice no louder than a whisper.
Chichi snapped her deep brown eyes at Vegeta and then rolled them to look back at Kakarot.
"The future, believe it or not," Kakarot said with a lopsided grin. "So, about lunch Chi. Is it almost ready?" He asked as he greedily rubbed his hands together.
Chichi gave a small chuckle. "Yes, of course, serve yourself." She gestured to the hanging pot with her arm, as the other wrapped around Bulma's shoulders, and she began to guide her to the table. "I'm so excited that there is another woman here in the village. I have grown tired and bored of all the others." Chichi said as she sat down on one of the benches, pulling Bulma down with her.
Vegeta growled as Kakarot dashed for the pot and began shoveling spoonfuls of the stew into a bowl.
"Kakarot," Vegeta snapped. "Let's take the food to go. I am sensing a female gossip session is about to commence. And I do not want to hear any of it. So shovel as much food into that bowl, and let's go." With that, he spun on his heels and marched right back out of the house.
"Yep, ok," Kakarot said with a mouth full of food.
"Goku," Chichi scolded. "Do not eat food directly from the pot! You are not a wild animal."
Kakaort flinched at his wife's words but then proceeded to fill his bowl with two more spoonfuls, and took one last spoonful from the pot to his mouth before running out of the cottage after Vegeta with a muffled goodbye to his wife.
Chichi sighed as her husband left. "Sometimes I don't know what to do with him. But then, I would not want him any other way. I do love that man."
Bulma gave a small laugh and opened her mouth to say something when a young boy's head popped into the house. The young boy had jet black hair like his mother and father. It was long and disheveled from a long day of chores and lazily tied back at the base of his little neck. He had kind eyes and a big goofy grin, much like his father. Bulma's heart warmed at just how cute he was.
"Hey, mom. Dad and Prince Vegeta are going to go train. Can I join?" The young boy asked.
"Absolutely not," was Chichi's immediate reaction. Bulma's brows scrunched together in confusion as she looked to the woman beside her. "What about your chores?"
"They are all done, mom," he said in a pleading voice. "I'll just watch, I promise. I won't pick up an ax or sword this time."
Chichi opened her mouth to deny him once more, but Bulma spoke up before she could.
"Oh, let the young boy go. I am pretty sure he does not want to stay around listening to women gossiping for hours on end."
The young boy looked at Bulma with excitement and hope in his eyes. Chichi looked at her with surprise, but after a minute, her face eased.
"Oh, all right, Gohan," Chichi said as she looked at her son. "But you are only going to watch!" She lifted a finger and pointed at him as she spoke, making sure her point got across.
Gohan's smile grew wide. "Yes, mom! I promise." He then broke away from the door, yelling his thanks as he ran away after his father and the Prince.
Chichi sighed in defeat as she continued to stare at the open doorway where her son was just standing. "I know it's crazy of me to try to stop him from training. And I know he is about to become a man and get his ring." She stopped as she took in a deep breath. "But I just can't stop myself. That's my little boy."
Bulma smiled at her, "I don't have children of my own, but I can imagine that when I do have one. I will most likely be the same way."
Chichi gave a quick laugh as she turned her gaze over to Bulma. "With Vegeta being your husband and eventually father to your children." She gave another small chuckle. "Your sons will be warriors the moment you push them out. The need for the raid runs deep in that family bloodline."
Bulma bit her lip, and she nodded her head in understanding. It felt weird just how casual everyone was talking about her and Vegeta being together and married. She just got here yesterday! And from the freakin future. And everyone is like, 'Oh, well welcome! This is your husband. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.'
And just how everyone has accepted it so easily was just... so weird.
Chichi smiled at her like she understood what was going on in her head.
"I know," Chichi said softly. "A lot is going on through your mind right now, I can't imagine."
Bulma gave a small chuckle as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You have no idea."
"How about I tell you a story, to try to ease your mind?"
Bulma gave Chichi a smile in appreciation and nodded her head yes.
"I had first met my Goku, Kakarot, during a raid. His clan- this clan, was raiding my village." Bulma's eyes widened in shock, and Chichi just nodded her head, silently saying, 'yes, believe it.'
She cleared her throat before she continued. "I was in the middle of cooking dinner just before the raid had started. A pig roasting over the fire. My father, crippled and old, sitting watching me as I drizzled some of my special sauce over it. When a mountain of a man bursts through our door, a wicked grin on his face and pure evil intent in his eyes." Chichi shuttered as she remembered the way that man looked.
Bulma placed her hand over Chichi's. "Y-you don't have to tell me this story," She said softly. "If it bothers you so."
Chichi shook her head. "No, I must. I know you must think it strange for me to share such a personal thing with a stranger. But the Gods have just pulled you not only from your home. But from your time, to here and now, to be with your soulmate. You must be so scared. As was I, when I first met Goku. And so I want you to know that the gods' plan will work out all right for you in the end. That there is a reason for everything that they do."
Bulma smiled warmly at Chichi and then nodded her head. "Ok. Then please, continue."
And so Chichi continued with her story.
Chichi stood smiling before her hearth in the center of her little home that she and her father shared. She expertly held the metal ladle over the roasting hog, slowly drizzling her secret sauce- the one that she had been told by many was a gift from the gods. Her father, Ox, sat at their dining table. A large hand lazily rubbing his stomach, patiently waiting for the meal that his daughter was prepping.
Their content silence was abruptly ended by their front door being kicked in, bursting off of the hinges. Chichi yelped, dropping the ladle in her hand, sending it clanking against the wooden floor below. The man responsible for the bursting door strutted in, hunching low to clear the low-bearing entryway. Once the mountain of a man was fully in the house, he straightened his spine and rolled his shoulders back, a wicked grin slowly spreading across his bearded face.
"Ah, looks like I found myself a nice piece of ass. And within the first house of the raid. Lucky me." The mountain of a man said, his voice full of gravel.
Ox struggled to get up, his bad knee giving out on him as he stood. "You stay away from my daughter." The elder man pleaded as he struggled to hold himself up, leaning most of his weight on his right hand, which gripped the dining table. "You can take anything you want. Just don't touch my daughter."
The mountain of a man let out a barking laugh. "You are in no position to tell me what to do, old man." And like a viper, the man's arm lashed out and gripped Ox around his throat. He pulled him in close enough that his rancid breath caused the hairs in Ox's beard to rustle as he spoke. "You are probably not even strong enough to protect that delicious-looking daughter of yours."
Ox gripped the man's forearm, hands trembling. His eyes though, they held the man's stare with a firm and unmoving glare of his own. He knew that if there was a fight to break out, he would go down. But he would go down heroically, protecting his last loved one. He would gladly walk into the halls that will welcome him after his death, knowing that he died protecting his daughter. He only hoped that he could stand a long enough chance for her to get away and run to safety.
Ox opened his mouth to order his daughter to flee as he held his ground against the mountain of a man. But before he could speak, he was interrupted by a flying metal spoon that smacked the attacking man right in the face. Splattering what was supposed to be his delicious dinner right into the man's eyes, temporarily blinding him.
"Get the fuck out of my house! You overgrown pig!" Chichi shrieked as she reached behind her to grab another object to throw at the man.
"Chichi!" Ox yelled in surprise as the other man roared in anger and tossed him to the side, sending him to fall on his hands and knees. "No! Chichi, get out of here while you can!" Ox pleaded as he began to struggle to get back up.
"You bitch!" The other man yelled as he viciously whipped the muck from his face and glared daggers at the attacking woman. "I'll make you pay for that!"
Chichi ignored him as she continued to search behind her for something to throw, not taking her eyes off of her target. "I said," she clenched her teeth as she spoke, her fiery anger seeping out of her eyes. Finally, her fingers gripped onto something she could throw. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" She yelled as she threw the object at the man with all of her might.
Effortlessly the man dodged the flying object as he began to make his way over to Chichi, evil intent plainly visible on his face. Chichi yelled in anger again as she began to blindly throw more objects at the man, which he carelessly dodge or batted away.
"Chichi, no!" Ox yelled as he finally got himself back up to his feet, his bad knee throbbing with intense pain. He ground his teeth together, fighting the pain, pushing himself to move as he hobbled over to the man. As he got closer to him, he did the only thing he could think of to stop him- he threw himself at him, knocking them both to the ground.
The man yelled in surprise as he was taken to the ground, the elder man's strong arms wrapped around his middle. Chichi yelped as she now held a frying pan over her head.
"You crippled old man!" The man yelled as he jabbed his elbow back, making full contact with Ox's nose.
Ox cried out in pain as his nose cracked and broke, blood almost instantly running down and around his mouth, mixing in with the fine hairs of his beard. "Chichi! Go now!" Ox yelled between gasps of pain as he frantically tried to keep a hold on the other man.
"No Fadēr! I am not leaving you!" Chichi yelled stubbornly as she once again began to raise the frying pan over her head, preparing to strike.
Ox could not help the prideful smirk that graced his features as he still struggled to hold onto the man. Chichi is stubborn and prideful, just like her mother was. No matter what he said or ordered her to do, she will not leave him. So he decided not to argue with her. He ground his teeth as his hands slowly began to slip out of their grip on the man. Taking in a deep breath, he yelled at his daughter. "Well then, get my bloody sword!"
Chichi gasped in surprise. Her father's sword! Why did she not think of that sooner?! Cursing, she dropped the frying pan and ran over to the table where his sword now hung. She heard her father and the other man struggle as she began to climb on top of the table. But, just as her hand was about to touch the cold metal of the blad, a sickening wet crunched sounded through the house, freezing her in place.
Shacking with fear, she slowly turned around. The cry that left her body at the sight of her impaled father sent the dogs howling and the pigs to squeal in fear. She screamed and screamed in sorrow and pain, not paying attention to the mountain of a man stomping his way over to her.
"Time for you now bitch," The man growled as he aggressively gripped her by the hair and slammed her down flat onto the table.
Chichi didn't even respond as her face smacked the dining table, her eyes still clinging to the sight of her dead father. She did not register what was about to happen until she felt the man's calloused hands on her hips, and his heavyweight on her back as he whispered in her ear.
"I'll give him credit," the man chuckled, his rancid breath dancing over her cheek. "At least he put up a fight before he died."
Fiery anger sparked within her once again as she began to buck and push against the table.
"I like it when the woman fights!" The man on top of her laughed, as he once again gripped her by the hair and held her down.
Chichi screamed and screamed, hope and praying to catch anyone's attention.
And the man that she caught the attention of was not the type of man she was expecting...
Sniff, sniff. "Oh, it smells so good here! What are we cooking?" Came the joyful voice of yet another raider. "Oh, a pig!" The man said as he approached the roasting hog. He had a stupid grin on his face and black hair the stuck out in every direction. "That looks delicious! Where is the cook I need permission to try-" The man's goofy grin instantly dropped once his eyes landed on the two of them struggling on the dining table.
The man stood up from his crouch position and drew his sword, pointing it to the man that was on top of Chichi. "What do you think you are doing Ulf?" The goofy and enthusiastic attitude was now gone and replaced by a demanding and threatening tone that sent chills down Chichi's spine.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Kakarot?" The man growled as he was finally able to hoist Chichi's skirts up and over her ass, exposing her to the chilling cold air.
Chichi let out a cry and whimpered as she once again tried to buck the man off. The man growled and slammed her head onto the tabletop in response.
Kakarot took a threatening step closer to Ulf. "You know how our Prince feels about raping women! When you raid with us, that is unacceptable and punishable by death!"
Chichi's eyes widened in shock as she stared at Kakarot. There are raiders out there who believe that raping women is wrong? She sighed in relief, knowing that she was about to be saved.
"Wait," Bulma said, her voice full of surprise. "Prince Vegeta- The Vikings here are against rape when raiding?"
Chichi smiled at Bulma's surprise. "There are clans out there that do not have the same beliefs as our Prince does. But yes, us 'Vikings'- as you like to call us, are against rape here."
Bulma smiled, "Well that is good to know."
"Yes it is, now don't interrupt again. I'm not done with my story, yet."
Bulma smiled apologetically and tucked her hands into her lap, "Sorry, please continue."
"Tch," Ulf responded with a sneer, he spat on the floor near Kakarots feet. "That is only if you get caught."
Kakarot smirked at Ulf, "Well, looks like I've caught you. Let the woman go before I kill you."
Ulf growled but knew that Kakarot would hold up on his threat. So reluctantly, he stepped away from Chichi, but not before taking another eye full of her exposed ass and giving it a nice slap. Little did he know Chichi had stolen something from his pant leg while he was distracted, and now remained quiet as she waited for the man to be a good distance away from her before she struck.
"There, are you happy?" Ulf asked as he turned his attention fully onto Kakarot, ignoring the poor traumatized woman on the table.
And before Kakarot could respond and send the man on his way to raid the rest of the village, an ax was embedded into the top of his skull, killing him instantly. Kakarot gaped at him in surprise as he slowly fell to his knees and then face-planted onto the floor. Kakarots eyes then snapped to the woman who was now jumping off of the table that she used as a vantage point, and continued to watch her as she approached her kill.
Chichi gripped the handle of the ax and lifted the dead man's face as she kneeled beside him, "That is for killing my father, you bastard." Angrily she then slammed his face back into the dirt and stood up, turning her cold gaze to the other man in her home. "Take him with you on your way out," she demanded.
Kakarot swallowed down his shock but nodded his head as he watched her make her way over to her dead father. He was about to respectfully leave- his dead comrade in tow when he once again smelled her food. Clearing his throat he caught her attention, "I hate to be a bother, but this food smells really good. May I try some?"
Chichi looked up at Kakarot, a blank stare on her face. The tears hadn't yet run freely down her face, but her eyes were glossy and red, so they weren't far behind. "I don't care," she snapped. "Take what you want."
"Wonderful!" Kakarot cheered as he ripped a large chunk of meat off of the hog and greedily took a bite. After two chews, his eyes popped out of his head, and he instantly took another bite of the meat. "By Thor's hammer!" He said around a mouthful of food. "This is the best thing that I have ever tasted!" Excited, he ran his way over to Chichi and fell to his knees in front of her. All the while taking another bite of food.
Chichi's brows scrunched together in confusion as she watched the man that she now believed was crazy.
After finally swallowing the food, Kakarot smiled at the woman before him. "Will you marry me?" He blurted out.
Chichi giggled at this, "He told me that he was told by his father, a seer, that the gods told him to always follow his stomach. And he will one day find his true love- his wife. And with my food bringing him to his knees, that was a big enough of a sign to him that I was to be his wife." Chichi smiled at the memory and shook her head. "But his clan was still raiding my village, my Father just murdered, and I had almost gotten raped. So I told him to take his food and fuck off."
Bulma couldn't help the snort that escaped her. She quickly composed herself. "Sorry," Bulma whispered as she cleared her throat.
Chichi just gave her a small giggle in return. "It took him a lot of coaxing, but I finally agreed that with my Father dead and my Village fully destroyed there was no need for me to stay there. And so I took my father's sword and shield," She looked at the piece of weaponry that hung on the wall just above the dining table in admiration "and followed him here. He took care of me, and slowly but surely we fell in love."
She turned her gaze back to Bulma, a warm smile on her face. "And so here we are. All because the gods told him to follow his stomach to find his true love." She then clasped Bulma's hands within her own. "And so if the God's have pulled you from your time, to here. That is because they know that Vegeta is your soulmate and that this is where you belong and where you will be most happy."
Bulma smiled at Chichi as the two of them held hands. Happiness bubbling up within her, that she may have actually found a friend to help her get through this crazy time change. Bulma's gaze dropped to their combined hands, wanting to place a kiss upon Chichi's fingers in gratitude. But stopped as her eye's caught the flash of a twinkle from the ring that lay on her finger.
Yamcha. It was like the ring was speaking to her. Don't forget about Yamcha. This whole soulmate thing is not real. Your true love is back at home, sick and worried about you!
Bulma quickly cleared her throat and snapped her gaze back up to Chichi. She forced a warm smile on her face, "Thank you for sharing such a personal story with me. I hope that I will soon see and understand the God's reasoning for bringing me here." She partially lied, "Do you mind if you show me the training grounds?" She needs to start her search for that replacement wife, and what is a better place than at the location of one of Vegeta's hobbies? Maybe there may be some women there.
Chichi snorted in distaste. "Ya, I guess I can do that for you." She started to stand from the bench. "But don't interrupt Vegeta from his training. That is a quick sure way to send him into a fiery rage."
Bulma's jaw dropped at what she saw. There were times when she would go to the gym, lazily stay on the treadmill, and watch the men do their workouts. That was always fun. But this. Watching what was in front of her now. It-it hit differently.
Vegeta and Kakarot were already shirtless, sweat glistening off of their chest. Their leather pants loosely clinging to their hips as they crouched in their fighting stances. Ax's firmly gripped in each hand. Other people were training in the area, some throwing their axes or shooting arrows at hay-filled targets. And some were like Vegeta and Kakarot, practicing their hand-to-hand combat with a sword and a shield. The only difference was, they were not shirtless.
"Careful, my Prince," One of the other men called out as he glanced toward Vegeta, pausing as he used his shield to block the oncoming swing of his opponent's sword. "Or you might end up stealing away all of our wives with those rippling pectorals of yours."
"Tch," Vegeta gave a confident smirk in reply but never took his eyes off of Kakarot as the two of them slowly circled each other. "Like I would want any of the cows you men take to bed every night."
All of the men in the training area let out deep chuckles from their Prince's low jab.
Bulma gave a small laugh from the sideline as she watched the men train. Her eyes traveled away from the men to the outskirts, eyeing all of the other onlookers. There were a few women that she noticed. She will have to gossip around in order to find the single ladies, and then see if Vegeta had any interest in them.
"Ugh great," Chichi grumbled from beside her. "Here comes Caulifla."
"Who?" Bulma asked as she searched around.
"Caulifla," Chichi repeated. "The best shieldmaiden here in the village."
Bulma finally spotted the woman. She had full rounded curves and a well-toned body. Her long flowing charcoal locks were pulled back in a multitude of braids on top of her head like an elegant mohawk. Her slender chin was held high with confidence as she strutted her way into the training area.
"Care if I joined you men in some training?" She asked, her voice rough yet feminine in a 'don't fuck with me but I can rock your world' sort of way. She picked up one of the swords off of the weapon rack and gave it a swish through the air as she approached one of the men. "I promise I won't bite." She said with a teasing smirk.
The man replied to her with a smirk of his own, "Aw, come on, Caulifla. I like it when you bite."
"ugh, thunder above," Chichi groaned as she locked her arm with Bulma and began to turn her away. "I don't know about you, but I have had just about enough of that."
Bulma nodded her head in agreement. But before she allowed Chichi to fully pull her away, she snuck in one last glance at Vegeta dancing about the area, trading blow after blow with Kakarot. Would he like someone like Caulifla? A woman full of confidence and a bit in your face with it, or would he want someone more reserved, like the silent females on the sidelines.
She gave a heavy sigh as she turned back around and allowed Chichi to pull her away. Doing her best to ignore the random twinge in her stomach that fluttered into existence after thinking of Vegeta with another woman.
Bulma cleared her throat and squared her shoulders as the two of them slowly walked about the Village. Pushing that feeling deep down into herself. She's going to have to ask him about his likes and dislikes the next time they are alone if she is to really find that replacement wife for him.
The next time they are alone. That thought made Bulma nervous, and the memory of that morning- the last time they were alone, flashed before her eyes. She had almost smashed a chair on his head. Hopefully, nothing like that happens again. Or nothing worse than that... The memory of him holding her after pulling her off of the longship popped in her head. The intense butterflies that she felt then returned to her. Bulma blinked back the memory and cleared her throat. Yes, let's hope that nothing like that happens again.
Fighting the butterflies, she smiled warmly at Chichi as Chichi gave her the proper tour of the Village- the tour that she should have gotten from Vegeta in the first place.
And that is it for chapter 9! please tell me what you think, I really look forward from hearing from all of you. And I will do my best to get the next chapter up much sooner. See you next chapter!