She arched her back and threw her head back as she released. Her breathing heavy and laboured as she fell back into the sheets, pulling them up around her naked body. She grinned up at him from her halo of ebony hair and ran a finger down the profile of his face. "You are mine, Vegeta..." she whispered to the starlight reflecting off her pointed canines.

 

 

I

 

 

00/08/17-00/09/10

 

 

Time of Vejiitasei had been good to its new Queen, although the people where less then such. Every morning brought new problems and more emotional hurt. She'd wake up to an empty bed, alone. Eat her breakfast, alone. Bathe and get dressed, alone. Spend countless hours walking the palace grounds, alone, feeling sorry for herself. At night she'd change and ready herself for another gruelling day on the beautiful planet, alone.

 

Secretly she wondered if her husband ever did sleep, or if sleeping with her is only a formality. As best she could, she'd counted the days since her coronation. 176 days had passed, half a Saiyajin year, since she'd stood high on a podium next to Vegeta and had legions upon legions of warriors kneel at her feet. After that things had slowly began to calm down, giving the new queen less and less to do.

 

The times of appropriate stimuli was now few and far between for Bulma. She tried to find something to occupy her time, but was thwarted when she was forbidden to work in the science division. The Chikyuujin Queen had long ago given up on ever finding her prized capsule. Her mate had never let on to what had happened to the genetically coded object, and she doubted he ever would.

 

Bulma kicked off the sheets and rolled over to the closet side of the enormous bed. The cold floor stung her feet as she stood and approached the door. As always, one single female slave stood at the door, steaming food tray in hand. The shower was a touch too hot, and the control panel to set the temperature was on the fritz again. She looked at the clothing laid out on the bed for her then felt a twinge of spontaneity.

 

The Queen left her room dressed not in the royal colors but in a pair of interesting pants and an unique looking shirt. She stormed down the corridors, planning out exactly what she was going to say to her oppressive husband when she saw him. She waltzed down the corridors of the palace only to have the two guards step into her path. "Let me pass!" She demanded, angry that they'd stopped her.

 

"Palace whores are not to walk around freely." One stated. Bulma gasped and hissed, "You impervious ass! Let me pass before I have your head on a platter for dinner tonight." The Guard looked at the other and nodded, they both took a step towards her and grabbed her by the arms. Bulma squirmed and fought against their grip, "What the fuck are you doing?" The two guards ignored her protests and began to drag the Queen down the corridors towards the prisons.

 

As the two mistaken guards and a very angry Bulma neared the prisons they came across the path of King Vegeta. The two guards forced her to bow as she struggled and tried to mumble out a plea for help around the fat fingers that covered her mouth. The King stopped and demanded were it was that this prisoner was being taken, "To the Prisons, King Vegeta-san." The ruling Saiyajin raised an eyebrow as if to question the guard's statement. Sharply he turned on his heel and continued on down the corridor a few steps.

 

Bulma was furious. She kicked and bit down hard on the fingers in her mouth. Surprised but unwounded the guard removed his chomped digits from the spunky woman. Taking her chance, the Queen cried out, "Vegeta!!!" At the sound of his name being screeched on such a high pitch, he turned and looked at her. Of course he'd known all along that it was her but wanted to have a little fun with her. Faster then she could see the two guards were lying on the ground as smoking piles of ash. She just stood there, legs shaking and eyes wide, possibly praying to the gods to save her.

 

As a typical reaction to his human mate, the king snorted in disgust, "And you call yourself the Queen of Vejiitasei, the strongest planet in existence. Pathetic!" Bulma rolled her eyes, getting over the shock and having his arrogance pierce her ears. By the time she'd thought up a snappy retort he'd already vanished around the corner of the hallway.

 

With the intent to give him what for she scurried off down the hallway after him. As she rounded the bend she could see a door beginning to close. She quickened her pace and ran to the doors. As hard as the Chikyuu woman could she pushed on the double doors; to her surprise they swung open with ease. The Queen stood in awe of the room. People and aliens alike lined the edge of a blood red carpet that ran from her feet down the length of the room to a marble dais.

 

It took a few moments but she was finally aware of where she was and the obvious blatant mistake she'd made. Not only was she in the throne room, but she had inadvertently drawn the attention of all present. The Queen almost openly gasped but managed to keep her reaction tightly concealed under her poker face. Vegeta cast her a disapproving glance from his seat on the throne; she was not supposed to be here, much less here in her human clothing.

 

A small well-rounded alien with dark blue skin and slit eyes stepped forward onto the red carpet ahead of Bulma, "What is the meaning of this? Do you dare compromise our dealings with the Saiyajin by the presence of a Palace slut?" He demanded, his voice rasping from a hole on the top of his supposed head.

 

The King stood, eyes blazing and ki flaring, "You insolent little fuck! Is this how you treat the royal house of Vejiitasei? You call its highest ranking female a slut?" The Saiyan king's voice was barely above a whisper in the alien's ear. The frightened creature shrank back as its skin color changed to a brilliant pink in fear. "Nnn...no Vegeta-sama, I...I...I do not wish to offend the royal house." the shuddering blob simpered. "Too late..." Vegeta hissed.

 

The King placed his hand on the dignitary's head and began to gather his ki. It took no longer then a blink of an untrained eye for the disgusting blob creature to explode. As quickly as internal organs to fall from the disintegrated body, Vegeta blasted them out of air save for the brain. It splattered onto the carpet and spread in a circular pattern covering a few bystanders with orange oozing slime. "This is the price for an insult upon the Royal House." Vegeta snorted and stepped up to his Queen.

 

Bulma stood disgusted with what she'd witnessed; the bile rose to the point that she could taste the acidic flavor on her tongue. That the same hand that created the splattered mess now reached out to touch her. The Queen closed her eyes once to regain her slipping composure before forcing herself to place her hand in his. As daintily as she could, Bulma stepped around the splattered organ and kept her eyes focused on the dais ahead.

 

Vegeta guided her effortlessly to the throne and ushered her to sit. "Before you sits the Queen of Vejiitasei. I warn those who plot her demise now. Your death shall be slower and more painful than your brainless bodies could ever conjure." His lips curled back to reveal sharp canines driving his point home. The room quieted as Vegeta stood next to the throne, arms crossed and eyebrows lowered. Bulma was in agony; suddenly her stomach had begun to flip-flop her breakfast and her head spun.

 

She swallowed hard and tried to blink away the dizziness. It worked for a few moments before the room began to buck and reel in her sight. People became distorted and sounds vanished. Bulma leaned back in the chair and rubbed her temples. The Queen licked her suddenly dry lips and forced her eyes to focus. The feeling receded back to its origins. Vegeta cast her a suspicious glance as she rubbed her head in obvious displeasure, perhaps it had been wrong to let her follow him here.

 

For Bulma the day was wonderful, being able to learn so much from conversation from off world dignitaries. Although from the quick looks at her husband she strongly doubted he was enjoying this as much as she. In reality, Vegeta was doing all that was in his power to stop from falling asleep on the spot. At the moment he was trying to perfect his new-found technique of eyes open meditating. So far it was a failing strategy.

 

The hours seemed to pass agonisingly slow for the Saiyajin King as he fought against the increasingly uncomfortable chair and his body's urge to twitch cramping muscles. Most of the time all he ever saw was some mindless ambassador's lips moving endlessly with more garbage and problems then one should ever be made to hear about. His queen seemed to be thriving on these boring encounters with powerless creatures.

 

As the court recessed at the King’s demands Bulma could no longer contain her excitement. The enthusiasm that had built throughout the morning bubbled over in the form of erratic behaviour and a few chase kisses in private. Vegeta scowled at his mate's behaviour, it was too un-Saiyan like for his tastes, yet it made him feel proud in some odd form of the word. To make her laugh and smile like this was an unusual treat he wasn't about to pass up.

 

Bulma could only giggle and smile as she tried to eat her midday meal. Eventually she just gave up and pushed her chair back from the royal table and stood. Grinning, she playfully skipped to the other side of the elegant table, "Dance with me!?" Her husband could do no less then raise a questioning eyebrow and form the words to dissuade her from this eccentric urge of hers, to dance?

 

The Chikyuusei native grinned and whispered something in his ear. Her grin widened when the fine brown hairs on his tail jumped with anticipation. She knew he hadn't heard anything she'd said after the word sex, but it didn't matter as long as he danced with her in her frivolous spontaneity.

 

Just as she'd gotten her stubborn King to his feet the bells tolled signalling that court was returning to session. The impetuous queen turned to hurry back to the mentally stimulating throne room as Vegeta grabbed her. "Where are you going woman?" He swung her with a simple motion onto his lap. "Back to the Yavian delegate’s speech on inter-planetary trading" She smiled and tried to free herself. He didn't reply, only proceeded to let his hands roam free over the soft animal skin pants and up the tie in her halter top.

 

As hard as she tried she could not bring herself to push away the soft hands that caressed her neglected body. Bulma leaned forward and rested her head in the crook of Vegeta's neck, enjoying the feeling of closeness. It had been a long time since they'd been together, not since the bonding ceremony. There always seemed to be something that kept them apart.

 

In truth, the King was actually afraid of his Queen, her ability to take him to heights he'd never felt before and the fear of losing his perfect control at such altitudes.

 

Bulma moved her arms around his neck and let her fingers play with the stiff locks of hair that defined the royal hairstyle. Contentment is what she felt just sitting in his embrace, feeling emotionally secure and physically satisfied. If she was just to stay like this, in his arms, she would be able to live everyday knowing that she had this feeling of security and warmth to crawl next to at a moment’s notice. Although, her husband had other ideas then just mental content. His warm hands found the knot that secured her top to her and tugged. The shirt fell no farther then her breasts but still offered new territory to explore.

 

As Bulma shifted herself she heard the second bell toll but ignored the faint peels as she tugged at the armor he wore. As beautiful as the feeling was the young couple knew it couldn't last in such a public place without disturbance. Through butterfly kisses the Queen whispered, "..Maybe...we...should...go...some…where…else..." She put her hands on his as he reached for the button of her suede pants. He looked at her doubtfully; who would be as ignorant as to disturb the royal couple during a meal?

 

Of course there had to be somebody. The doors burst open as a young guard, barely old enough to shave stepped through. Bulma watched as Vegeta opened his free palm to prepare a ki blast. As quickly as she could she pulled the hand and placed it on her breast. Though it made the scene seem more intimate and more damaging to the royal couple's reputation, it saved the guard's life.

 

"Your highness' court has begun and...and..." his eyes fell on Vegeta's hand and the rumpled clothing before a blush crept over his face. Bulma almost smiled, the young guard was embarrassed by intimacy and the obvious compromising position he'd found the royal couple in. "I am well aware that court has started! Leave and pray that I never see your face again!" The King snorted, settling for threats since his hands were otherwise occupied.

 

As the doors swung shut Bulma began to laugh. The King snorted, turned his head away in distaste and removed his hands, crosssing them over his chest. The Queen just laughed harder until she caught the unamused expression on her lover's face. The laughter subsided and she stood retying her shirt and rebuttoning her pants. "Laugh a little, would you?!" She smiled as she slipped of her perch and headed towards the door with her hips shaking seductively. The King watched his anger and thirst for a battle wet his mouth with anticipation.

 

~~~~~~~~

 

I I

 

 

00/09/11-00/10/04

 

The throne room was bustling with alien conversations and the heat of close pressed bodies when the Queen entered. As her foot stepped onto the crimson carpet the crowd bowed low to the ground. Bulma gracefully took her seat and looked out over the ambassadors. Many where of species she could have never imagined in colors her eyes had never seen. The doors opposite to the dais slammed open with enough force to knock them from their hinges and into the next room. It seemed as if the crowd had shrunk back into the shadows that lined the walls so well.

 

He stood with the light at his back, casting his darkened features in a haunting glow. Fists lay twitching at his sides and his lips where pulled tightly across clenched teeth. His stride was domineering and confident and he approached the throne. It took very little effort to yank the crowned monarch from her seat and leave the room with her in tow. In the anti-room the queen lay on the floor sprawled on the carpet. She looked up at him, not in fear but in anger and contempt. "Who gave you the permission to assume my throne?" His voice snarled and echoed in her mind.

 

She stood, leaning heavily on one side, "I am crown Queen of Vejiitasei and it is my right to assume the throne." She spat back internally gathering her mental anguish and pain from her time alone. When he opened his mouth to retort she released the pain she'd gathered through their mental bond. The King hissed and let his hands form fists until they bled from the pain in his head. "I know my place, do you know yours?" The phrase whispered through the bond, shaking it from its very foundations. Unspoken emotions held beneath a wall of black ice slipped through a crack.

 

Images, smells, sounds and feelings flooded Bulma's synapses. All of her, the look on her face when Vegeta had first caught sight of her in the small cave. The scent of her in his bed and on his clothes, the beautiful sound of her voice and the enchanting spell it wove over him. The feeling of her body beneath his as they made love for the first time.

 

For a brief flash of a moment it seemed as if she was watching herself through his eyes. The images receded back into his head. Bulma blinked slowly and stared into his slanted eyes. The crystalline tears came slowly, slipping silently out the edges of the Queen's sapphire eyes. Together, as if separated for an eternity, they fell together in a hazy embrace. He rested his head atop hers and let his fingers rub circles around her back and neck in comforting motions. The Chikyuujin just rested her head on the swell of his collarbone as her spindly fingers wove themselves in his clothes, pulling him closer. "I...I..." she whispered the words faintly as she inhaled the heady scent of his body.

 

In the throne room the delegates began to murmured and chattered amongst themselves. One creature turned to another. "I believed that it was the custom of the Saiyajin to mate, although it never occurred to me that they were such violent and carnal animals in their rituals." The second creature nodded and resumed observing the activities of other ambassadors. Else where in the crowd sat a pair of silent cloaked figures. Guards flicked their eyes over the restless crowd and the faceplates of their scouters studying the growing numbers.

 

One figure motioned to the other with a twitch of a head. Tiny clangs of metal hitting metal jingled in the air from under the heavy cloaks. The second one nodded and turned, treading its way through the crowd as if walking on air. The first turned in the opposite direction and stood, watching the rest of the room with silent penance.

 

Time was slow and sluggish as the royal couple embraced; together they were alone in their sorrow, pain and love.

 

 

* ~ * ~ *

 

The guards received word via scouters of a large sporadic spike in the energy levels in the throne room. Each in turn scanned the room trying to find the culprit who set off the silent alarms. No targets were found, all of the species present had near to nothing for fighting skills, much less ki energy to enforce the techniques. Some of the elites exchanged bored glances and lewd comments about some of the species in attendance

 

One such creature caught the tail end of one such comment, it hissed and charged at one of the more recent additions to the elite force. The guard blocked and countered the attack without hesitation, although he took a wound to the flank. The sharp finger-like talons where dripping blood on the floor as the creature returned to a battle stance waiting for the impetuous guard to attack again. The Saiyajin began to power up his own attack when something slammed into him from behind, knocking him off his feet and onto the floor, face first in his own blood.

 

When the guard rolled over to see his attacker he was shocked; a darkly cloaked figure stood over his body, face shadowed from lack of light. The next sensation he felt was the splatter of spittle on his face, followed by a foot pressing hard on his airway. The world swam around the fallen guard's head, the hooded head of his death glared down on him.

 

"This is not the way to achieve our goal!" Chided the first cloaked figure in the head of the second. The second nodded briskly and released the pressure on the guard's neck. The warrior gasped and sputtered for air, his sides heaving as his death vanished into the distance.

 

The door to the anti-room opened and out stepped the Queen, "Court is over, we'll reconvene tomorrow, if you please." She looked somewhat dazed as she looked out into the crowd. This started yet another brood of comments from some of the elder elites. They'd seemed to have become cockier since the Queen was crowned, almost like they believed they could put anything past her. A single snicker snuck out of the throat of Nappa's right hand man. Though he doubted the Queen had heard, he pulled all his facial muscles into tight precision. Bulma looked to her left, she knew she'd heard right. In an inner debate she chewed on her bottom lip before coming to a decision, "You!" She pointed to a spot on the carpet at her feet; that brought him running. He obediently knelt at her feet, "Yes, my Queen?"

 

"Such discriminatory words are NOT to be used in my throne room under ANY circumstances." She sneered, realising after she was taking on some of her husband's let favorable traits. "Now leave, I don't ever want to see you here again. Do I make myself clear?" The soldier saluted briskly, "Hai Joo-san." turned on his heel and left the room. Bulma felt silently powerful in her new position, enjoying the taste of complete and utter respect.

 

As the room emptied out the Queen sat herself down upon the plush cushion of the couch basking in the feeling of the pillow's softness and how it formed to her body. Softly dismissed the guards from the empty room and closed her eyes feeling a sudden urge to crawl into some warm crevice and sleep for an eternity. It was a beautiful fantasy until it was dashed by a pair of warm hands on her shoulders. She opened her eyes and looked up at him as he gave her a gentle shove off the chair and led her back to the anti-room door.

 

Either side of the gloriously carved wooden doors were covered in detailed paintings on minuscule tiles. The King paused for a moment before pressing on one of the petite tiles. Nothing moved, nothing that Bulma could discern. Silently, Vegeta pushed open one of the doors and inside the room was different. It no longer the same room decorated with sparse furniture and dark carpets. The room had changed completely, the floors where marble like in appearance with a soft plush bed in the center, light was cast from glowing orbs situated on the ceiling at large intervals.

 

The King was quick about what he desired and dispensed with the formalities. The queen was too engaged in other things to mind. Afterwards as they lay together, her fingers trailing lightly up and down his back, she smiled at him through her own cloud of euphoria before quietly drifting off to sleep.

 

Sleep was something to look forwards to every night for the new King. He had something in reach of his fingertips that no other Saiyajin King had ever hoped to acquire, an equally matched mate. Though considered weak in all physical aspects by his subjects he knew she was well the opposite. Bulma's mind could surpass his in everything, from Achel, a game of wits, to war strategies. Though even in the physical aspect of their relationship she still held much control.

 

Another lengthy day of open-eyed meditation in the throne room; punishment, he supposed from some Kaio with a permanent dislike for him. The hours rolled slowly as one speaker muttered through a badly scribed speech for mutual co-operation between the two species. At the end of his proverbial robe the King stood, glared sharply at the speaker before quickly disintegrating his worthless body. The message was clear, keep it short and to the point.

 

As palace slaves cleaned up the speaker’s remains a single cloaked figure approached the throne. It knelt in respect with its head downwards. "Lord Vegeta, King of the Saiyajin Empire, strongest one to ever grace this universe." The King looked over the rim of a filled wine glass, eyebrows arched in vague curiosity and distaste. The creature stood slowly, thousands of tiny metallic rings sounds filled the air, "We wish to hold a tournament of skill and power." Vegeta's glass lowered from his lips as he leaned forward to hear the rasping words.

 

"What benefit is of this to me? I am the strongest in the Universe, such trials are of no concern to me." He sneered before downing the remaining gulps of wine. "It is of every interest to you, Vegeta." The voice whispered hinting at something unspoken yet obviously understood by it alone. The King rolled his eyes and turned his head away, "you disgust me!" In a simple motion he'd flung the remaining contents of the glass towards the face of the cloaked creature.

 

It happened almost too fast for even Vegeta to process. It was as if the wine had vanished from the air into which it was thrown, absorbed almost it seemed. "There is much we can teach you..." The red liquid had reappeared, this time holding the shape of an orb floating in the palm of a darkly gloved hand. "You see..." The org shifted and bubbled danced inside until a new form was reached. The wine seemed to hold the form of the goblet Vegeta held, yet there was no glass. The creature's head cocked to one side. "Are you intrigued?" It raised it' hand, holding the imaginary cup with the real wine to its hidden lips. "Quite delicious, if you prefer such things."

 

It was true; Vegeta was intrigued beyond belief. His body ached for him to learn this new technique that seemed suddenly vitally important to him, the manipulation of matter. The King leaned forward. "Where is this battle to be held?" something sinister gleamed in his Saiyajin eyes.

 

Fear of Reality

 

 

I I I

 

 

00/10/07-00/10/15

 

Court had long been adjourned, leaving only the King and this new creature. The dark night cast frightening shadows on every part of the room save for one spot of starlight illuminating the throne and dais. "Tell me more..."The King leaned back into his chair, fingers clenched and a darkened grin on his face. "I have told you all I am able to Milord." The creature cocked its head to one side, the metallic ringing filling the room. "I am being called; must take my leave. If thou wish to participate, I shall attend your court the eve of moon next. We expect your reply." It bowed and stepped backward into the shadows, vanishing. Vegeta closed his eyes and envisioned himself victorious over a race of creature with a power level less then that of his mate. If anything were to be gained by this battle, it would be a planet and slaves to say the least, although there were the politics that went along with such things. Politics and he didn't seem to mesh properly.

 

The queen pulled at her aqua colored locks, watching herself in the mirror. Vejiita-sei seemed devoid of any article that resembled anything from Chikyuu. Something in the pit of her stomach turned, she felt a sudden longing for home. To crawl back into her bed with its soft cotton sheets and well-worn comforter; to be a virgin again and dream what it would be to have a man in her, with no pressing social rituals to confine and shape her future. Already she felt like she'd lived a lifetime in the dreary summer palace, wandering endlessly in the halls with the occasional midnight romp with her more then willing husband.

 

It seemed as of recently he was becoming more and more of a satyriasis and her a nymphomaniac. Sex was quickly becoming her only source of entertainment; it frightened her, yet made her feel more desirable at the same moment. A small smile passed over her mouth as she put down her brush and stood. Bulma pulled at one of the drawers of a dresser she insisted be placed in their room. It was quite obvious to Bulma that as of late her mate had become rather stressed over his new elevation to King. From the top drawer, she began to pull out two red capsules and one white one. It didn't take long for her to place and set alight the hundreds of candles around the room and bed. The Vejiita-sei Queen changed her clothes to a bra and knickers set, then settled down on the bed to wait.

 

She didn't have to wait long before the doors opened and her King stood in the light from the outer room of their chambers. Bulma looked up from her book and pulled her reading glasses of her face, "Hello." The statement was simple enough, though it made Vegeta suspicious of her motives. "What is this?" His tone came out gruff, more so then he intended. "They're candles, aren't they pretty?" She smiled again at him before she pushed her glasses and book under the bed. She stood and approached him slowly her white robe fluttering gently behind her. "They remind me of home." Bulma laid her head on his shoulder, "Your home is here now." The Queen sighed, "Maybe it is, but I don't feel welcomed here." His hands came up around her rubbing circles in the small of her back for a moment before he caught himself showing affection.

 

"Vegeta, you don't have to be so cold all the time." She pulled away from him, tugging his hand towards the bed. Gently she sat him down and crawled behind him, tugging at the heavy armour he wore. Soon he sat with only his pants and boots on as she kneeded his back with her hands. Eventually she coaxed him to lay down with her, his head cradled in her arms on her breasts. It was just a relaxing moment for the two as she rubbed out all the tension from his body until he no longer held control of it.

 

Long into the night he'd watched the flickering flames dance, mocking him almost, yet calming him in the same instance. He sat up and pulled off his boots and pants before climbing under the covers tugging them over himself and his alien bride. In her slumber, she moaned and pressed herself up against his body, settling her head on his shoulder and threading her fingers through his own. Strangely to Vegeta, this felt more fulfilling then sex could have ever been on this particular night.

 

Together the couple lay entwined in soft sheets and the glow of candlelight until one by one the soft burning flames disappeared into the ever-consuming darkness. When the last of the sparks of life were extinguished and the blackness advanced on the lovers, they pulled each other closer in an unbreakable embrace against the world.

 

Sometime during the moon's reign, Bulma woke slowly, feeling out her surroundings with her senses. For a fraction of a second her mind dug up images of her alone out in the wilderness on nights so black one could not see. Creatures jumped out at her, snarling and snapping their jaws for her blood. The Vejiita-sei queen closed her eyes, banishing the terrible barrage of nightmarish creatures. When her mind had calmed, she could again feel the texture of her lover's skin on her cheek and his scent in her nose.

 

She trailed her fingers over his profile in the dark, then down to his chest. It seemed slightly unusual that he hadn't woken at the exact moment her breathing pattern changed, as was the norm. The Chikyuusei woman smiled slightly and pressed her lips to his, trailing butterfly kisses over his face and down over his chest. Under her light touch she could feel him slowly awakening. He smiled as he woke up, feeling the warm touches of her kisses, that human thing she'd taught him. "En..joy..yo..ur...sl...eep...se..xy?" She whispered between kisses. In the dark she felt him shift his weight and pull her atop him.

 

[Start]

 

Bulma squeezed her thighs on his waist and let her hands wander aimlessly. It didn't take long for Vegeta's furry appendage to appear. His tail snaked across her stomach and up behind her tugging the back of her bra working at the clasps. A small giggle escaped her as the soft fur tickled her delicate skin. With a final twist of his tail the bra fell open and he pulled it away from her body with his teeth. A furious grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as his exquisite eyesight beheld her bared breasts.

 

He slowly brought his hands up to her hips, grasping them he lifted her so her breasts were in perfect reach for his mouth. There was a small sigh in the darkened room as Vegeta began to suckle like a child. Her hands continued to wander, finding the top of the sheet at his waist and working their way up trailing her nails over his treasure trail and upwards. She could feel his lips part in a smile as she let her fingers dance and pinch the end of his quivering tail. It was her turn to smile as he set her down to keep from dropping her.

 

She could feel him trembling under from her assault on his tail. Carefully, the Chikyuusei woman leaned forward, led by her roaming finger tips to plant soft kisses on his eyelids. Then down to nibble on his earlobes, occasionally flicking out her tongue for added pleasure. Her lover groaned and ground his hips against hers in response. Bulma smiled as she felt the sheet between them press against her. Slowly, she stood up, one leg on either side of him, meaning to kick the sheet away then sit back down for another round of tasting n' teasing. Her skilful and tailed husband had other ideas though.

 

He kneeled on one knee, grinning in the darkness. His soft hands were gentle and they ran up one leg lifting it to rest on his shoulder. It was quite a pleasant surprise to the new Queen as she felt his tongue play with her entrance. A few gasps and moans escaped her lips as she felt him pull a few exotic tricks she could have never imagined in her wildest fantasy. The moans turned slowly to groans and then to whimpering screams that died a fitful death on her lips. Bulma wanted to run her fingers through his hair, but he laced his fingers over hers on her hips. As he pulled his tongue out of the Queen her body cried out for more.

 

[End]

 

Together they collapsed in a sweaty pile on the pillows, with Bulma giggling in her own private delirium. As they lay in their tangled ensemble, the silence was broken by a deep and prolonged sigh from the King. The Queen made a questioning sound, knowing full well that he did not engage in pointless conversations with her, or any other living being. There was no response in the still air for a moment before Bulma felt the pressure of the bed change as her husband got out of it. "Where are you going?" She asked, still in the mood for another round.

 

"To train!" The rebuke was shape as it shattered the mood. The receiving room's light blinded Bulma for a moment as he opened and slammed the door. Silently she wondered what it was she'd done wrong. He'd never walked out on her like this before, Vegeta had always had the decency to wait until she was asleep to sneak off.

 

Vegeta stormed down the corridors, blasting any an all in his path. His grim mood brought him through the winding hallways to the throne room. No light seeped in as he took his seat, brooding over his sudden lack of guile. He'd almost told her, the damned food he was. It was vital that he kept up with this behavoir unless he wished certain doom upon his culture. Truthfully, he didn't enjoy doing it to her, not taking her as he should. Being soft and weak enough to lowing himself to perform simple oral techniques whilst he knew his bride desired more.

 

The rules were carved in stone then soaked in blood; tradition was binding. Though what would happen if she figured it out? Or if she began that human desire he'd read about for offspring? He was incapable of lying to her, an unpleasant side effect of the bond they shared. Perhaps he should just tell her, it would save him trouble in the long view of things. Vegeta snorted; this was not a subject he wished to devise a solution to.

 

As the night wore on, the King's subconscious fought against itself to the point of exhaustion. With his olive colored eyelids drooping the mental barriers slowly weakened enough to let a slow leak of information pass through the silver cord of the bonding. Back in her own room, Bulma laid in bed with the covers pulled up to her throat holding back impending tears. She squeezed her eyelids together to avoid loosing the faint shred of dignity she still had.

 

It started as a low quivering, then crescendoing to a sharp pulse. The silver cord that connected the royal couple began to resonate and dance as information passed through it.

 

 

...human desire....offspring

 

 

....the rules are set....can't keep it up...

 

 

...pathetic human...

 

The last phrase was whispered almost lovingly as it echoed in her head. Slowly, she pulled herself up and wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. 'Human desire? Offspring? Rules? Keep what up?' She began to question the fragments she heard as the morning bells rang throughout the palace. Another day had begun and she would be forced to push her problems off to the side and worry about them later.

 

* * *

 

I V

 

 

00/11/12

 

Bulma snorted and threw another iron wrench at the metal walls, watching it dent the shiney mocking silver panneling. "God-dammed mother fucking..." The tears grew to strong and she slid to the floor whimpering into her hands. 'This isn't what I was promised. I was supposed to be happy. What happened?...' The tears still fell solomly creating a sad pattern in her lap. 'It was all I eveer wanted...why does nothing turn out like it should?' She hissed and searched through her dress for her Black capsule.

 

 

. . . [ M e n t a l l y _ T i re d ] . . .

 

The Black capsule exploded into a large shimmering ebony dome. Inside was just as she'd left it, a circular floor with rings of black marble steps leading down to a single circular pool of water. Around the steps where thousands of candles, some partially burt some not. The Queen stripped off the formal gown leaving it hanging by the door while she exchanged it for a simple black silk robe. She set about lighting the candles, the routine of lighting the candles dimmed some of her anger slowly. When all of the candles danced in tarnished gold light she slipped off the robe and slipped into the pool of water. The warm liquide seeped into her pores calminnng her. As sleep nearded she began to remeber the lyrics to a song.

 

 

At night she spreads her wings

 

 

she dreams of bigger things

 

 

she floats above the town

 

 

she sings without a sound...

 

Slow lethargy began to climb and twist through her body like creepying Ivy. The soft petals carressing her skin pulling her to solice.

 

 

. . . [ E m o t i o n a l l y _ R a v a g e d ] . . .

 

The soft heat gathered her body and soul in its warm hands and began to rock her to sleep. Her mind demanded the dark and dreamless feeling fulfilling sleep.

 

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

The King was positivily livid when he found his queen had once again gone into recluse inside that metallic dome. It was sound-proof and Saiyajin-proof. For once in his life he'd come across an obsticale he couldn't destroy or overcome. She'd been like this for weeks on end, since he'd given his response to the tournament. Her melencoly disposition brought back the gloom of the palace that had long been vaquished with her arrival on Vejiita-sei. She'd taken to eating her meals alone in silent solice in her laboratory. Within the walls she'd constructed the Black Capsule, it was her escape from reality. When the King learned what it was she was building within the metallic walls he'd given the order for it to be torn down.

 

He'd watched from the doorway as soldiers burst forth into her private sanctuary and began dismantalling everything in sight. The Queen had snatched up a wrench and shook it at him menicingly, she would get her revenge she promised. With the last box of her percious equipment gone from her view she began to cry. He'd heard the dull thump of the tool denting the walls and her wails of hatred before leaving.

 

Vegeta had returned later to escort the Queen dinner and found with angry displeasure that she'd somehow kept the Black Capsule and gone into hiding within its black walls. Cackling energy gathered around his fist and he smashed it into the outter wall, the wall shimmered as it reflected his attack. He flexed his hand finding two knucles broken and a few disjointed fingers. The dome's silent rebuke angered the King further driving him to break the remaining knuckles and most of his fingers.

 

Eventually he gave up, believing she would emerge eventually. In place of his own vigil he chose two soldiers from the Queen's Guards to watch the Black Capsule. Both soldiers nodded at the end of the king's speel of explicit instructions. When the door hissed shut the first guard turned to the second, "Corais, what happened to her?" The second sighed deeply, "I don't know Potatirs, I just don't know."

 

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

V

 

00/11/23 -12/06

 

Bulma cried herself to fits every moment her mind brought the images to her eyes. They were disturbing, mentally assaulting, bile raising, anguishing pictures. Each moment she closed her eyes they would float up to her from the depths of her mind, bubbling up like some wronged potion in a wickedly enchanted evil cauldron. The engraved sights would never been smoothed out of her conscious, she was sure of it. With another outcry, she pushed her head below the dark waters of her sanctuary.

 

~* ~ * ~ *~*~

 

The sterile smell of purposely-induced death, made her keel. Soft, cold-footed spiders crawled in antagonising patterns over her body. The soft bubbling filled the room; the sound served as a constant reminder of the gruesome secrets kept locked away and barely breathing. Everything was lit with a darkened, maroon shimmer cast off from hundreds of bubbling cylinders that lined a black corridor. The bile rose up her esophagus and spilled over into her mouth. She took a cautious step towards one of the bubbling chambers. It was half set into the black metal wall, a simple barcode scrawled in white marker on the cool glass; #95487.

 

Natural scientific curiosity prodded her sharply. Her hand shook uncontrollably, inexplicably as she reached out to place her palm on the glassy surface. Swirls of silver began to slither around mixing in with the maroon creating a macabre performance of dancing shadows. She shivered in the darkness, feeling its taloned fingers brushing over her in trails of fear. There was a new color in the spinning mixture, a shadowed black. It seemed to travel in under it's own power caressing the inside of the glass quickly before fading back into the chamber.

 

Bulma peering closer into the glass to watch, it was there suddenly, blinking back at her. It was a single ebony eye, its skin a dark indistinguishable color. The eye blinked; its long lashed brushing up against the glass, pushing aside the maroon liquid, leaving claw-like marks on the surface.

 

The Queen screamed and jumped backwards, her heel catching on the hem of her gown. Bulma scrambled on the floor, half screaming, half sobbing out of fear. The creature moved away from the glass and let the purple sand-like liquid wash away its evidence. The bodily shaking slowly subsided and she worked her ways to her knees and then to her feet; always watching the cylinder, afraid that that...that thing could jump through the glass at any moment and...and...she didn't want to think about the ands.

 

Slowly, she began to back away. The glass umbrellaed through the air and rained down upon the fleeing woman. Sparkling shards spilled down and imbedded themselves in her hair, like glistening snowflakes. Bulma turned, her eyes growing wide with horror as she witnessed the sand-like liquid ooze out of the broken cylinder, the occasional bubble popped on the surface disturbing the eerie silence. Her blue eyes searched fervently for the creature. The tension mounted and her heart thudded against her breast, its repeated thudding drowning out her hearing.

 

It hissed off in the darkness, pouncing on the queen, hissing and snarling, the goo dripping from its maw onto the frightened earthling's face. For a brief moment she could make out the glistening of an eye, though the rest was too obscured by the darkness to determine. It, #95487, whatever it was, was watching her, studying its prey. Its breath was ragged, as if the entire span of its actions had drained it completely. The panting grew in timber as it pressed its paws? into her shoulders.

 

The guards appeared silently out of the inky shadows without a sound. One flung the creature off the Queen where it landed with a hurtful yelp. They encircled it like a menacing mob and began to beat at it, each guard taking a chance to plant a kick or a punch. They weren't protecting Bulma, they were nothing but a bunch of school yard bullies hurting the poor animal on the floor. The Queen watched as the body hiccuped and convulsed harshly on the floor; she could see the shadowy outline of blood spurting upwards with every hit. It whimpered and withered under the attacks as the blood spilled freely, staining everything.

 

The bullies stepped away, all saluting smartly at attention, one remarked bluntly, "The creature has been dispatched, your Highness." Without the soldiers' shadows to hide the fallen beast, Bulma took a step towards it and peered down. It still twitched occasionally, its single cycloptic eye staring upwards at her, the gaze unsettle. The whole body seemed to be deformed as she recognised a few key biological errors. Its chest cavity was too far indented, which resulted in diminished lung capacity and organ function. It had two eyes apparently, one bright and black, shimmering in the dim light, the other pale and useless covered by retinal film. Only one arm had been formed correctly, the other bent in unusual places. Both its legs seemed too short in proportion to its torso, she looked closer, both limbs seemed to have stopped growing when the first meagre beginnings of bones had started to form.

 

~* ~ * ~ *~*~

 

It'd taken the Queen a better part of an earth month to discover what the lower science levels held in those bubbling cylinders. All the while, Vegeta had been playing the dutiful husband, he'd been having experiments concocted in the sealed corridors of the underground labyrinth. Apparently four slave ships had been sent back to Chikyuu without her knowledge. They'd collected earthlings and brought them back to Vejiitasei silently and without incident. Those slaves had been dissected, mutilated and pulverised until the Vejjitasei slaves had finally deduced that only specific chromosome groups from human carriers could pair successfully with a Saiyajin warrior's to create a properly formed hybrid child. The odds, Bulma had worked out in her head were around 17 000 to 1 that the pairings would be successful.

 

#95487 had been one of those pairings that hadn't quite worked; one gene sequence had been off. The hairs on Bulma's body rose as she dropped the file she'd been reading to the floor. The entire project hidden in the center of the planet was a genetic breeding ground. It made her shiver to think that if she were to become pregnant with Vegeta's child that it could possibly turn out like #95487.

 

The Queen had shed tears over the lost creatures and her earth mates, though action needed to be taken. It came to her slowly, over the daily hubbub of the palace. First she needed time to think, then she would act. Days were spent laboring over the Black Capsule, its design perfected and concealed as she built it. Barely moments after she'd finished the Black Capsule, Vegeta had destroyed her lab, pushing her over the emotional edge.

 

VI

 

00/12/13 - 28

 

The Saiyajin King watched carefully as his group of highly trained guards floated soundlessly into the stark room. Each soldier held his breath, not wanting to destroy this highly sensitive operation. They circled the single object in the metal shielded room, taking up pre-determined positions. Vegeta expelled an extra amount of ki to levitate above the domed object; he turned slowly watching all of his men. Each of their faces locked intently on their monarch, waiting for his next silent order.

 

Together the wordless group hefted the Queen's sanctuary, carefully no to give any signs to the occupant inside. They held the Black Capsule above their heads, each soldier hovering above the alabaster floor by a few inches. Under Vegeta's direct supervision, they passed through a wall that'd been carefully and silently removed, down newly widened corridors out to the launch pad. They placed the precious cargo down, each pair of eyes watching Vegeta carefully. With a scowl, the King sent his guardsmen scurrying to their positions. Calmly he slunk down next to the doors, his arms resting on his bent knees.

 

She wasn't supposed to know; the project wasn't supposed to carry on for such a long period of time. Though there were setbacks and disruptions, it took time for ships to return to Chikyuu to gather test subjects and relevant information on the subject. Then there were the gene defects and the DNA inadequacies, some of the subjects were too genetically different from his mate to be useful in the experiments. The gestation times were longer with humans and the fetus' couldn't be removed from the mother without extreme risk of stunting the child's physical growth. When the woman had entered the project, she'd seen what the scientists called the 'reject walls'; hallways lined with those embryos that'd made it to the final stages of birth but suffered severe mental and/or physical handicaps. Most of these occurred when the scientists had induced the ageing process.

 

His acute senses picked up the vague vibrations under his body as the ship rumbled to life. It would be thirteen weeks until they arrived on the designated planet. The cloaked creatures that'd proposed this match were not too specific upon details. The King was given a simple piece of paper; something far outdated on Vejiitasei, with co-ordinates to the selected planet for the rendezvous. From there, the combatants and a small group of trainers would accompany the Cloaked people back to their own home world.

 

The thought of battle brought Vegeta's blood to a boil, it'd been a long time since he'd thrown a punch, and even longer since he'd had a worthy opponent to battle against in the arenas. Sitting upon that hard cold throne for days on end gave him nothing but displeasure. The muscles up his legs would twitch and bunch, aching to flex in the motion of a high kick. His temperament was legendary, the smallest error on one's part could mean death, the simple ki techniques it took to sever one's carotid artery was child's play. Vegeta craved a fight, one with a complex and calculating opponent, where every attack might be your last. His body desired the hot flashes you felt when a ki attack slammed into exposed flesh. He want to lay panting on the dirt floor of an arena watching his own blood pool down in front of his eyes, to see the rich crimson dribble to a halt.

 

He had tried to train, though with the absence of his Queen, her duties fell into his unwilling hand. Even when he sacrificed sleep, he couldn't bring himself to attack the training equipment in his personal gym, everything whispered her name in remembrance. It was tearing apart something in his mind; at first he thought it was his soul, but later rationalised that he didn't have one. The epiphany came to him one night while laying in his sweat soaked bed, the covers impossibly tight around him. It was his bond with her; the golden cord that stretched between himself and her was slowly loosing its incandescence. That single celestial thread that enabled him to feel her and vice versa was, in all essence of the word, dying.

 

Vegeta shot up to his feet, his body strained into a fighting stance. The doors of the cargo bay snaked open; the king's fingers twitched as the dancing feeling of pins and needles signified the mounting energy. There was a pause as the air shifted; the intruder was female. Her scent was in the air, sharp and pungent, she'd been sweating profusely recently. "Sir. We're entering sector four double nine, Sire." She waited, afraid to rake her eyes across the room to find the king. The Guardswoman knew he was there, she could feel the steady pulse of his pulsation energy. (That sounds sooo wrong -.-;) "Leave" It was a barely contained whisper for desperate need of isolation. The fighter took it in stride and vanished from his sight.

 

His legs quivered and he half stumbled, half fell to the door of the dome. Pressing his cheek against the cold, unrelenting metal, he closed off his mind and body to the world. Through the gauntlet of his mind, he searched for the golden rope. In his mind's eye, he could envision himself, the regal looking ruler of an unmatchable race. His face, was sharp and commanding, creatures trembling at his feet, pleading for their lives; with a simple flick of his finger he could destroy entire solar systems, but with all the power and control in the universe he was unable to console the trembling heart of his life-mate. "P...p..." the words would not form. "B...bu..." They choked and died in this throat. Still in his own subconscious state, his psychic body crumpled onto the fading thread.

 

In her own personal hell, Bulma felt it, like sharp slash across her face. He was calling to her, with every wave his voice and the feeling of his presence became thinner and hollow; he was vanishing. She kicked her legs in a desperate panicked attempt to stand in the water. Regardless of her nakedness, she rushed to the door, the floor was slick with water spilt from her hurried escape of the pool. The ebony marble was coated in water, as the Queen ran, her footing gave out and she slid for a few paces before falling to the floor. The Chikyuu native lay watching the ceiling swirl in a technicolor dream, blood dripping from the back of her scalp to mingle in the water on the floor. Bulma exhaled in painful confusion, shoving herself up on her elbows. She pushed herself to her knees, where she reached to key in the exit code in the keypad.

 

Against his body he felt a shudder; the door, it was opening. It was like swimming through gelatine water, pushing and straining to get to the top. His head rang with senses as Vegeta reconnected with the world. Out and away from the inner workings of his mind, he leaned back watching the door open. His mouth fell open in despondent shock. His wife was balanced precariously on her knees, face turned upwards in a struggle. Her blue hair was plastered over her face and down her body; thick strands stuck to her naked body enhancing her pale features. He turned and pulled her into his embrace, burying himself in her essence.