Catch Me When I Fall

The Saiya-jin Prince must fight his father to protect
the one he loves, and his mother. Can he save them all
or will he die an honorable death? Will chaos be wrought
all over the planet? Read and find out!



Chapter Ten
The wickedness of family

       The elite saiya-jin guard, Nappa, had been sent to retrieve Vegeta. The King had chosen him because his son used to have a partnership and friendship with the warrior. Although, Nappa had always stayed loyal to his King. The man knocked on the door of Vegeta�s apartment. He could hardly wait to see how the Prince of Saiya-jins had grown.

       After hearing the knock, Vegeta answered the door. He was curious as to which goon his father had sent. He flung open the door and looked at the guard. This man looked familiar to him. The prince squinted for a moment and then growled when he realized who it was. �Figures my father would send a traitor to retrieve me!� Years ago, Vegeta had asked Nappa to come with him to live on Chikyuu-sei. Then Nappa told him that it would be wrong and that he would not dishonor the King. The saiya-jin prince called him a traitor and then left forever holding a grudge against the warrior that was supposed to be his bodyguard and friend.

       Nappa had simply disregarded his remark. He would not let anything this saiya-jin said bother him. He trusted the Prince enough to follow him to the King�s space pod. Kakarot had joined in on their flight. The elite saiya-jin guard didn�t pay any attention to the third class. Soon enough they were inside the space pod.

       The first face that Vegeta saw was the one that resembled his. He stared long, cold, and hard into those icy depths. He bowed before the King of Vegeta-sei. After all, it was what he was supposed to do. He could not get up until the King told him to, either. It was a rule of the Saiya-jin Royalty.

       The King smirked in delight as the Prince kneeled before him. He spoke the words to let his son know that he could stand. �Rise, my son.� The boy had turned out to look exactly like him. He was pleased by this for some strange reason. They had much to discuss. One of the topics was the boy�s mother. It would pain the future King to know that he had brought his mother along. He would not allow the boy to see her, either. �I think you may want to know that someone you care about is here.�

       Vegeta�s eyes widened at this statement. He could not have been holding Bulma captive. He had left her in the safety of Yamcha. At first he had been positive that the ship would land at 12 PM. Then he got news that it was closer than he calculated and that Bulma would need to be in the cabin by 10 AM. So, he called her to tell her that she would need to be ready by 8:30 AM. He also called Yamcha and Kakarot to tell them this information, as well. He was trying to figure out who the King might�ve been talking about. Then it hit him. He was talking about his mother! The bastard brought her here to make her suffer some more. How dare he! �What?! Why did you bring mother here?�

       A chuckle escaped from the sadistic king. �Why not? She is of no use to me. If she dies here, then I could care less. Her beauty has been marred by her never ending depression. She means nothing to me. I decided to bring her here so that she could suffer watching you die. Then I would be able to end all of her suffering by killing her. Then I would simply find a new queen.�

       �One of the whores in your harem would be fit for a piece of trash like you. How dare you disrespect the Queen. You have given me one more reason to kill you. You are keeping her from being happy. She deserves to be happy, unlike you. You were never my father, only biologically. Before I leave, tell me why you do not take pride in your only son and child.�

       A malicious laugh was released. His son dared to ask him something like that. He replied with complete honesty. �I despise you. You are nothing but a weak minded fool. You actually believe the things that your mother told you about emotions making you strong. She has brainwashed you. You are worthless to me.�

       The Prince smirked and replied, �Funny. I was always raised on your morals and I believed them. Fancy that.� He turned and left the space pod. He took to the air to get back to Bulma. He did not want to be around this piece of shit any longer. Kakarot had loyally followed behind him. Although the saiya-jin warrior had told him to go home and spend time with his family. He was sure that his last statement would leave the King wide-eyed and thinking for a while. He opened the door to the cabin and noticed his beloved sitting down on the couch looking worried. Vegeta sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. It had startled her just a slight bit.

       The blue haired heiress had been sitting down and thinking about the events that were about to happen. She didn�t notice Vegeta come in the house until she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her. She jumped slightly but then turned her attention towards him. She had missed that handsome face of his. �How did it go?�

       A sigh was released from his body as he responded, �That bastard has my mother on that ship. I have to figure out a way to get her out of there. When he comes after me in a few days, he�ll probably use her as a distraction to get me away from you. It�s not going to work, no matter how much I care about her.� He gently planted a kiss on her cheek.

       Yamcha chose that moment to walk in the room. He growled with jealousy for just a moment and then remembered that she was not his girl anymore. He was only here to keep his best friend safe from harm. �Well, I guess watch time is over. So, Vegeta. When will you need me to watch her again?�

       He glanced up towards the warrior and responded with, �In a few days. Thursday, exactly. Be here early in the morning. I don�t know what time he�ll come, but you can never be too sure. Tell Kakarot this, as well. I am going to need both of you to guard her. The King is very manipulative.� With that being said he watched Yamcha leave the cabin. He looked at his angel again and smirked. Now that they were alone... it was time to pick up where they left off from the park. He pinned her beneath him and captured those soft, plush rose red beauties.

[ lemon ahead. ]

       She hadn�t expected her prince to pin her down on the sofa. Oh well. She had been waiting for this all day, anyway. She immediately gave him the access that he wanted. The beauty ran her delicate fingers through his hair. It was amazingly soft. Nothing like she had ever felt before. Yamcha�s hair was always rough because of the gel that he used.

       The feeling of her hands massaging his scalp felt really good. He slid his hands under the fabric of her shirt and ran his fingers up her sides. She squirmed under his touch. He�d have to remember that she was ticklish there. Then his fingers stopped on her stomach and caressed the silk skin while his thumbs gently rubbed her sides. A melody escaped her mouth and was instantly caught by his. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up off the sofa. He carried her up the stairs to the room they would be sharing and kicked the door open. Not hard, just enough to open it all the way. Vegeta tossed Bulma down on the bed and quickly pinned her beneath him again.

       For a moment she stared lovingly into his eyes. She was searching for the same emotions that she was experiencing. She had found them. Love and lust were as clear as day in his eyes. She smiled and then pulled him down to her level and took charge of continuing the passionate kiss they had been sharing. She continued to run her fingers through his hair and he had begun caressing her stomach again. Then she felt his hands trail up her back.

       He took the initiative to run his hands up the back of her shirt and unclasp her bra. While he did, he kissed her cheek and then began an assault of kisses on the delicate flesh of her neck. He was pleased with the voiced reaction that he was getting. He pulled the silky bra out of her shirt. He had gotten the straps off of her shoulders by lightly singing the material. It started the pile in the corner of the room where the rest of her clothes would end up.

       The heiress began unbuttoning the heir�s shirt. Once she had completed that task, she slid it down his shoulders and he shook it off and threw it in a different corner of the room. Her hands trailed over the soft flesh of his chest and his abs. Like she had observed before, his body was perfect. She giggled when he growled in frustration trying to take her shirt off. She pulled the pink short sleeved shirt off and threw it in the same direction that her bra had gone.

       As soon as the disturbance was gone, the prince ran his eyes over the silky and gorgeous mounds of flesh. He started a trail of kisses from her neck down to her breasts. One side ended up being devoured by his mouth while the other got attention from his hand. His teeth grazed the hardened nub. Each ministration caused Bulma to cry out her satisfaction. Then the same ministrations were repeated on the other side. The next article of clothing he had to remove was her black miniskirt. That would be easy to remove. Although she was struggling with his pants. This caused him to muffle a laugh against her breast.

       Vegeta�s about to be mate was struggling to remove his pants. He was laughing at her too! Well, she couldn�t blame him. After all, she did laugh when he was trying to remove her shirt. To make life easier, he removed his pants and threw them in the corner with his shirt. Then she felt her miniskirt slide off of her legs. They were both down to one article of clothing. He quickly removed her black thong while she removed his black boxers. Both ended up in a completely different part of the room, but at the moment they didn�t care.

       The agile saiya-jin placed a trail of kisses down her stomach until he reached his destination. He wanted to taste her, to remember every inch of her body. His tongue plunged into the warm depths of her body. The flavor was so sweet. He massaged all of her inner muscles which caused her to release his name in a profane song. When all the tension was gone, her juices willingly flowed from her body and into his mouth. She was still singing his name in an erotic tune.

       Everything that her lover did to her felt so good. It was an intense, and powerful feeling. Every little stroke of his hand had a special feeling. One that was too great for words. She let out a soft moan as Vegeta entered her in a single, sweet, and gentle thrust. Each time he moved faster the intensity of her pleasure filled cries increased. Eventually she began to move her body against his in a sinful dance. The blue haired beauty was in pure rapture.

       The prince could tell his angel was nearing her climax. Her muscles tightened around him which drove him crazy. He spilled his seed into her at the same time her climax hit and called out her name. In that moment his saiya-jin instincts took over and he clamped his teeth down on the skin of her neck, marking her as his mate. He�d explain to her later what the mark was about, but right now he was hungry. Vegeta removed himself from her body and went to go search for his boxers.

       To put it simply, that was the best that she�d ever had. The only other times were with Yamcha, who to put it bluntly, wasn�t that great. That was probably the loudest that she�d ever screamed someone�s name. Bulma was about to get up but then she heard Vegeta say something.

       �Don�t get up woman. You�ll give me another hard on.�

       �Well what�s wrong with that?�

       �I�ll ravage you from dusk until dawn.�

       �That doesn�t sound too bad.�

       �It is for me. I can�t work on an empty stomach.� After throwing his boxers back on, he went downstairs to go and find something to eat. But not without being greeted by the lazy Jouzii.

[ end of lemon ]

       The heiress rolled her eyes and got up to gather her undamaged clothing. She quickly threw her clothes on and ran down the stairs to find her mate eating a triple ham and cheese sandwich. She sat down wondering what was to become of them in the next couple days. Maybe their stronger connection would allow Vegeta to find the strength to defeat his father. Only fate and time knew what was to become of the two new mates.

Chapter Eleven
The reality of a dream

       The past few days had been nothing but strenuous. Kakarot had been around during the week trying to help Vegeta take care and look after Bulma. He had the special job of informing Vegeta if he saw anything suspicious outside. The only part he hated about this job was being away from Chichi and Gohan for so many hours a day. Other than that, he enjoyed helping his two best friends out.

       At night, Kakarot left and then Vegeta and Bulma would make love until the early hours of the day. Thursday morning had come fast. Everyone had to gather today to prepare for the King�s arrival. Vegeta didn�t know what kind of tricks his father had up his sleeve, but he was prepared for anything. The saiya-jin prince stood staring out the window of his room at the endless backyard. An image of the woman from his dreams became painted onto the grassy field. When it faded and started writing his name, he turned away unable to watch the frightening grassland anymore.

       The angelic beauty was at the bottom of the stairs calling out to her saiya-jin lover. He heard her calls and came out of their room. Instead of coming down the stairs, he levitated down to the ground and stood in the middle of the living room. The Prince remained silent. He was not in the mood to talk to anyone. His mate sensed this and stayed clear of him. The saiya-jin warrior still had not informed her of the symbolism of the mark on her neck. The bond was still forming between them. They were on the brink of the telepathic stage. He could hear her thoughts every now and then. Vegeta was sure that she could hear his sometimes, as well.

       The three warriors headed towards the back door. Bulma was in between Kakarot and Yamcha while Vegeta took the lead. After all, this was his fight. The heir to the saiya-jin throne turned his head and waved a single finger at the woman. He tested out the bond to see if it's level had risen in the past few days. Her eyes widened slightly at him. Good. It worked.

       �Woman. Come here.� She stepped torwards her mate after hearing his demand. After all, now was not the time to argue with him.

       �What? Is there something you need?� She responded to his demand. Her body was facing his and she was staring deeply into his eyes. She paid no attention to the strange looks that she was getting from Yamcha. Kakarot seemed to know a lot about the bond. There was no need for him to give them strange looks.

       �Besides a good fuck...� He smirked which earned him a glare. �I need you to go out there. Scream if one of my father's guards show up. I need an initiative.�

       �WHAT?!� She screeched in his mind which caused him to roar in pain outloud. This earned them more odd looks from her ex-boyfriend.

        �ARGH! DID YOU HAVE TO SCREECH LIKE THAT, HARPY?! ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME GO DEAF?!� His hands covered his ears for a few moments before he recovered. Then he clenched his fists and rested them at his side. Coal spheres were narrowed and he had a threatening look on his face.  �Just do as I ask, and get out there! Trust me.�

       Bulma took a deep breath and opened the door to the eery field. She walked outside and down the stairs. Soon enough, as soon as she came out. One of the elite guards were on her. �Get off me you saiya-jin creep!� She struggled in his grasp. Vegeta wasn�t out. What was taking him so long? She screamed his name in hopes that he�d hear her. �VEGETA! GET THIS FILTHY SAIYA-JIN APE OFF ME RIGHT NOW.�

       Turles, the saiya-jin that the King sent to retrieve Bulma, laughed and said, �Your filthy Prince isn�t going to be saving you, girl.�

       �Really? Do you want to make a bet on that?� Vegeta said in response to Turles� remark. Before the guard could realize what was going on, his fist connected with his jaw making him release the woman. �Get in the house with Yamcha and Ninjouzata NOW. Kakarot will take care of guarding the outside while I go after my father.� He waited until she was inside before he blasted off towards the ship where his father awaited his arrival.

       The door to the ship opened once Vegeta said his name. His eyes went wide when he saw who was sobbing on the floor before the King. �BASTARD,� he yelled in anger and frustration, �WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?� A pair of tear glazed brown spheres glanced up into his own coal eyes. The moment he had seen her eyes, a rush of emotion burst in his heart. A heart-broken whisper reached his ears and in that moment, he�d never been so upset in all of his life.

       Rosicheena, the beautiful queen of Vegeta-sei, glanced up into her son�s eyes the moment she�d heard his outburst. He�d certainly grown up. The last time she had seen him, he was only five. It had been seventeen years since she had last seen her little boy. He was handsome and looked exactly like his father. Although, you could see some of her features in him. Like his high cheek bones. His eyes had a small tint of brown in them around the pupil. He had a more feminine grace and build than most saiya-jins which most likely came from her genes. �Vegeta...�

       The Prince dropped to her side with a softened expression. The cold expression he was wearing moments ago had faded. �Momma,� he whispered to her. His strong arms wrapped around her fragile frame and embraced her close to him. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes but he kept them closed so they would not fall. He would not show his father how weak he was in the prescence of his mother. Then, that would be an advantage to the King. The heir to the saiya-jin throne would have to keep his emotions under control. Her hands rubbed his back. She was trying to console him for she knew the emotional pain he was experiencing. She had always been able to tell when he was upset, angry or hurt.

       Vegeta got up and opened his eyes. Tears still rimmed the bottom of them but they did not fall. He clenched his fists tight at his sides and growled, �Today is the day when your Kingdom will belong to me. You do not deserve the title of King. You are disgracing the saiya-jin race.�

       �My son. I was not the one who ran away from his planet, his people.�

       Coal black spheres narrowed at the face of his lying father. �I did not run away. You sent me away, you bastard. How dare you lie and I say that I turned my back on my people. I would have come back if Frieza were not blocking the entrance, purposely keeping me away from my home planet. When I rule Vegeta-sei, I will personally make sure that you worship me from your eternal torture in HFIL.�

       The loud booming laughter of the King reverberated throughout the ship. A smirk formed on his features and he replied, �If only I was the one going to die. It is you who will be worshipping me in HFIL. You will be forced to watch as I ravage your woman while she screams my name, instead of yours.�

       �You wish, you piece of shit. It amazes me how you can live with yourself. How dare you talk about acts of disloyalty with the rightful Queen of Vegeta-sei sitting infront of you. It�s pretty damn obvious that you don�t care about her. For that, I will make sure you die slow and painfully. As for Bulma, you will never lay a hand on her. She will always be my woman. When I am King, she will rule beside me and be treated with respect from the saiya-jin people, like she deserves. Anyone who dishonors her will be put to death, immediately.�

       �A shame this is only a dream for you.�

       �Why don't we step outside and find out,� the prince paused and then spat, �Father.� He said it as if it were the most vile word to use. He flew out of the ship waiting for the bastard King to follow.

       Surely enough, Vegeta Senior did follow his son. He dragged the Queen behind him, though. He would use her as an advantage to make the Prince become distracted and off guard.

       The two of them set foot on the ground. The King threw the Queen to the ground. A growl formed in the throat of the future King. He did not like that display one bit. He also used this as the time to communicate with his mate. Once the fighting started, he would make Kakarot grab his mother and keep her safe out here. Safe from that bastard, once and for all. �Woman. Can you hear me?�

       �Yes, Vegeta. I can hear you. Are you all right?�

       �I'm fine, woman. I need Kakarot to use his instant transmission to keep my mother safe out here. I want you outside with Yamcha as well. Stay with Kakarot and my mother.�

       �But, Vege--�

       The next words that Vegeta said were outloud, but Bulma could still hear them in her mind since they were directed towards her. �NO BUTS. Get out here, now. Stop being disobedient. Kakarot will keep you safe, I promise. This bastard will never ever touch you. I give you my word.� He paused listening to her scream at him in her mind about something ridiculous. �I DON�T CARE. GET OUT HERE NOW!�

       The ruler of Vegeta-sei laughed at his son and the disobedient mate he had. �Looks like disobedience is something I�m going to have to break your woman of. I will use her body at my disposal while you watch, ALIVE. Then I will kill you both so that she may never bring out your true strength. That way, you will die a weakling and will always be a weakling, even in the afterlife.�

       �I told you once and I�ll tell you twice. She will never be yours to touch.� He paused when he noticed Kakarot silently phase in beside his mother. She did not scream, which was good. He watched them silently. Then he felt Kakarot move to a different location and then he felt the woman and the weakling near his best friend. They were out of harm�s way for now. �I think you just lost something.�

       Vegeta Senior quirked his eyebrow at the Prince and then asked, �What?� His eyes followed his son�s finger and noticed that Rosicheena had been missing from her spot. A growl escaped his throat and he charged at the nuisance infront of him. A swift kick to the head knocked the boy three feet away from where he was standing. He could hardly believe it when his son recovered from the blow in two seconds flat. What Vegeta Junior did not know was that his father was possessed by Frieza and could access the lizard�s power. The original Vegeta had once been like his son, a soft emotional inside with a cold outershell. Then the moment the boy was born, Frieza wanted control of the saiya-jin empire first, so he posessed the current King to kill the boy so he could have absolute rule over Vegeta-sei.

       The two began fighting once again and did not pause for anyone, or anything. This would be a fight �til the death. The real question was, who would win this battle? And would it be won for power or for peace?

Meanwhile...

       Rosicheena seemed to calm down a bit. Her eyes were glued to the fight taking place only yards away from here. Then her gaze averted to her son�s mate. She was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Her parents must�ve been proud of her appearance. Speaking like a saiya-jin would, she caught the other woman�s attention. �Girl,� she said softly. Suddenly a pair of bright blue eyes were upon her. �You are my son�s mate, correct?�

       Bulma had been startled when she heard someone addressing her by the title of her gender. She glanced up to see the woman Kakarot had transported over here. At first, she�d had an idea that this was Vegeta�s mother, but she had been too shy to ask. He had been right. She was gorgeous. A soft reply was given. �Yes, I am. My name is Bulma. How did you know I was mated to your son?�

       �The bite mark on your neck. That is a symbol of the saiya-jin mating ritual. Did my son not explain that to you?� She chuckled lightly when the girl shook her head. �He was probably trying to find the right moment. Or else, he was stressed out and forgot to mention it. By the way, I am Queen Rosicheena. You do not need to call me by my royal title, though.�

       �It�s nice to meet you. I told Vegeta that I wanted to meet you. Well, here I am now. I can hardly believe it.�

       �Come closer. You have no reason to be shy, child.� She smiled when Bulma sat next to her. �You are a beautiful girl. I hope that you will take good care of my son. He needs it. He has lived a hard life. If he acts cruel towards you, it is not his fault. It is the way he was raised. He worked for an Ice-jin named Frieza. He was practically a slave for that slimeball. It is my husband�s fault for teaching him to be a viscious person. It would seem that he forgot the morals I taught him as a child.�

       �What did you tea---� She was interrupted by the sound of a distant yelling, which was coming from her mate. The King and the Prince were having a heated arguement in the middle of the field.

       �YOU FILTHY FUCKING MONKEY KING. I AM GOING TO RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB. HOW DARE YOU TRY THAT. ONLY FRIEZA DID SHIT LIKE THAT! IT WAS HUMILIATING AS ALL HELL. DON�T EVER TRY AND FUCKING MOLEST ME LIKE THAT, AGAIN. GROPING MY TAIL SPOT.. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?� He rubbed his tailspot and then heard the voice of Frieza pour in through his father�s body. He looked up into the glowing white eyes of his father. That bastard lizard had possessed him! Then, the man he had been living with and insulting had been a drone of Frieza all along. That means, his real father was still deep down somewhere inside that body. He would have to try and find someway to free his true father.

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