Love, Lust, and War

This is the Grecian story of the Trojan War.
The Queen Bulma of Sparta falls in love
with Prince Vegeta of Troy. King Yamcha
of Sparta gets pissed off and goes to war with
Troy. What will happen? Will Bulma and Vegeta
be able to live in peace, or will they die together?
Read and find out!




Chapter One

        Bulma, the Queen of Sparta had unmatchable and undefined beauty. To most of the Greeks she resembled one of their honorable goddesses. Some of them even believed that she was a Goddess from the Mount of Olympus in disguise. Her beauty was not only skin deep, but profound and comforting to the people. They'd never heard of an intellectual woman quite like her. The knowledge and wisdom she held was unmatched by anyone. Not even the philosophers were quite as wise.

������ Although, she was mostly admired for her astounding physical features. Bulma had beautiful pale skin with a perfectly sculpted small nose. Her eyes resembled an ocean upon her visage. They were deep sapphire. Any guy found himself instantly tranced by her unique orbs. The most attention grabbing thing about her was the color of her hair. Long cascading tresses that reached the small of her back were painted in the most beautiful shade of ocean blue. Her beauty and intelligence were the reasons she had been chosen as the Queen by King Yamcha.

������ Yamcha was a powerful ruler of the people. He was a man that retaliated even if it was the slightest practical joke. He was well respected and admired by the people of Sparta. He had gained even more respect by marrying the beautiful princess Bulma. The only thing that existed between the couple had been lust. Although, there was nothing now that his lust had been satiated, but he would have her every night. There was no use letting something so pure and gorgeous go to waste.

������ He was handsome to many women. He had a perfectly sculpted Greek body. Although, his flaws were the scars on his face. He had the traditional brown eyes and brown hair. The King was very protective over his prized possessions, such as his wife and his throne. Yamcha was content with everything he had. The most beautiful woman, so there was no reason for his eyes to wander. He had power. Being the King of Sparta was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The best part of it for him was the wealth and popularity. This was his sense of security.

������ This story is about love, lust, and war. It begins in a beautiful country known as Greece. A place of historical admiration. Our Queen sat in a luscious green garden in the courtyard of the palace. This is where she had come to spend most of her time. The fresh air and cool breeze was relaxing to the woman's soul. The voice of her husband had interrupted her subtle daydreaming. Most often, whenever she was out in the garden her mind fell into a state of reverie. It made her content.

������ Yamcha was vexed by the dreamlike state she had been in. What had she been thinking about? Would she dare thinking about escaping their forced marriage? Of course not. She was far too pure to be thinking about disloyalty. Paranoia was one of his biggest weaknesses. It always drove him to the point where he was about to break. His voice rolled out like thunder and interrupted her dreaming. "Bulma. Come inside. It is getting late, wife." He extended a hand to her.

������ Delicate feminine fingers laced between his as she stood to her feet. A silk white dress cascaded to her ankles. Oceanic tresses were down, as always. It was a rare occasion when she wore her hair up. She walked along side of her husband and let go of his hand when he opened the door for her like a gentleman. Her arm linked through his once they were properly inside the palace. It was a traditional royal Grecian custom. He helped her up on her throne and she returned to him a small, precious smile.

������ One would think she was miserable leading the life of Queen. Although she spoke to a minimum, the former princess was content. She loved the man she married and enjoyed his company. She would never think of being disloyal to him. Her King was to meet with King Vegeta of Troy. The Prince of Troy was to accompany her during the meeting. She wondered what her husband could be calling the meeting about. Probably matters having to deal politically between lands and treaties only.

������ The majestic wooden doors rimmed with gold of the palace opened to reveal the luxurious throne room. The thrones were made of the finest gold for the current century in Greece. The walls were off white with red carpeting lined with a gold colored material. It was absolutely beautiful. Pools of blue landed upon the King and Prince entering the room to kneel before the King of Sparta. The royal beauty could not take her eyes off the dark Prince. He was handsome. Almost too handsome.

������ "Rise, King Vegeta. Rise, Prince Vegeta. Your highness there is much we must discuss about the peace treaties. Wife, please show the Prince around the castle and keep him out of our way." Yamcha stood up and walked down the steps to greet the other King. They were off to the meeting room to discuss the peace treaties between Sparta and Troy. The Queen and the Young Prince were left to each other's company. Neither minute was enjoyable for the other.

������ "Well, woman. Are you going to sit there all day and daydream or are you going to tend to my every need that I demand of you?" She was undeniably beautiful. The moment she looked at him he had fallen into a trance because of the sapphire jewels bestowed upon her visage. They made her look sophisticated, intelligent, and gorgeous. She seemed angelic sitting there peacefully without a line of concern marring her fair skin. He had long since forgotten about the sexual innuendo he had made in his previous line. He was too much of a pervert for comfort, at times.

������ "Young Prince, that is the kind of behavior that makes even the most grotesque of women despise you." She answered in return to his allure. The beautiful goddess had risen to her feet and was now glaring at the young man standing before her. His behavior was unsuitable in a kingdom such as this. Hesitation had stayed clear of her will. If she was asked a favor from her King, it would be done. No second thoughts. Walking past the Prince to pause at the doors, she turned and spoke, "Come, Prince Vegeta. There is a place where we can sit and speak while we wait for your father and my husband."

������ Vegeta was being lead out into the garden so that they could talk while his father and King Yamcha discussed the peace treaty. He had been shocked when the innocent woman snapped back with such a line. She had a quick wit, and he liked that. A malicious idea crossed his mind several times in that moment. What if he were to kidnap the woman and lead her away from this lousy man she called a husband? Bulma was the angel of a woman that he had been waiting for all his life. Destiny would preserve the pleasure of marrying her to him. Without a second thought, he decided then that she would be his.

������ The door to the garden was opened revealing a beautiful sanctum. Flowers of white, red, pinks, and yellows decorated the courtyard. A rich, earthly green painted the ground while a soft blue sea remained above them thanks to Atlas. It was nothing like he had ever seen before. The sun's radiant gleams glistened down upon the goddess standing before him. In that moment, she truly looked like she had descended from Mount Olympus. He was surprised that Zeus had not stolen her away from Yamcha, yet. If he had been the deceitful god, the woman would be the first mortal he would've sexually indulged in. A glorious melody reached his ears. The woman was speaking to him.

������ "Sire. Please sit. There is much I wish to discuss with you. A lesson in proper royal etiquette would be the first." A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips resembling one of his own. The perfection of her radiant essence and figure was killing him deep at heart. Even though she possessed the outer appearance of a virgin, she was far from virtuous.

������ A look of malice was cast upon the visage of the Prince. Completely infuriated by the remark of the Queen, he spat, "You would do best to learn your place in society, woman. You do nothing for a man except provide him security and pleasure." Sexist much? Oh yes. They were the less favored qualities of his persona. A grin of sadistic temptation sneaked upon his lips when she glared daggers at him with those perfectly rounded oceanic crystals.

������ "You are a shameful man. The kingdom you will one day control, will fail and waste away under your hands. You will never be fit to marry a woman, or rule a kingdom. That spiteful tongue will be your downfall in warfare and your life after death will be spent forever burning with Hades! You obviously have no sense of wisdom or knowledge, whatsoever."

������ Grecian Queen Bulma had been filled with bitterness the moment he used his satanic tongue. A woman of her social status would not tolerate such back talk from a child! She was blooming on twenty years. He was merely eighteen years of age. Or that is what she had assumed.

������ Child? He was far from a child. He was a man of great social status and imperial position. "Your royal beauty, I am not a child. I have spent twenty one years of royal practice in the King's service." Gems of onyx descended upon her lips following their outline and admiring the seducing rose red coloring. Then spheres of coal aligned with those pulchritudinous sapphires that preserved her natural emotions and reflected them like a prism reflecting light. He leaned over to try and claim her wild ruby lips but at that moment the King of Sparta burst through the door of the garden.

������ The barbarian king made his way into the garden on a hunt for his wife. He did not like the idea of this man out here with her. There was always a possibility that her loyalty could stray. By the flustered look on her face, he could tell the young hormonal Prince had made an advance on her. Not to mention their positions. "Prince, leave the courtyard immediately. Your father seeks you out." He got a simple 'Yes, sire' before the irritated young man had left him alone with his wife. Chocolate spheres narrowed upon the naive and innocent beauty sitting before him. Her head hung in sorrow while a waterfall surrounded her face. Fragile hands were delicately folded in her lap. Embarrassment was transparent on her white skin. "I am ashamed of you, my dear."

������ Her words flew through the air in a low whisper. Hardly able to be heard but still had the ability to be understood. "I'm sorry, Yamcha." Drops of rain fell from the skies and landed on her silk dress. A few managed to land down on her folded hands. She did not react well to a discreet chiding.

������ "Were you just going to let that happen?" Silence. In an attempt to gain an answer, the tone of his voice rose an octave. "Were you?!"

������ "I .. don't know. Just leave me alone." Rising to her feet with a burst of wind, she stormed past him. The material of her sandals clicked against the stone walk way that was connected to the door. A loud slam was the last thing that could be heard in the Palace until the garden became a sanctuary of silence once again. The only thoughts shadowing her mind were that of the handsome, dark, sexy Prince.

������ The chemistry set between them had been calming and at the same time, stressful. Lust had been defined in those black holes. His gaze had her trapped. It seemed to be impossible to escape. How was it she had wanted him to kiss her at that moment? She shook her head in hope to clear these obscene ideas from her virtuous mind. Perhaps all she needed was some quiet time, but how could she do so with her husband sitting in her garden? An idea struck her like thunder! To keep her occupied, she would work on one of her difficult projects. That should soothe her conscience for a while.

������ Prince Vegeta had been thinking on a bench in one of the palace hallways. Why had he almost kissed her? What would possess him to do something so vile to another King's property? He had to control the lust swelling inside of him. He could not get her image out of his mind. Damn that creature for being so heavenly and gorgeous.

������ The city of Sparta and the city of Troy were about to go into some serious turmoil in the next few days. Just what would happen? Oh, nobody knew. Although, the results weren't going to be pretty.