Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or any
rights to it. Maybe in an A/U I do, but not here.
A/N – For starters I’m going to
say that the characters are OOC and the fic is another A/U one. If people do
not know what the Fey are, they are another word for Faeries but in my fic I
have twisted them a little to fit in with the type of Fey that exist in the
German Fairy tales; The dark Fey. They do not have wings or prance around in
flowers and they aren’t tiny little delicate things that live in rose gardens.
The Fey were a race of freaks that
kept to the underground and each year several virgins would be thrown down into
wells or holes to the Fey to appease the Fey King who was said to be a half
Fey, half human Prince who was throne out of his Kingdom and so created his own
underworld palace, unfortunately in the underworld there were few Fey woman and
so they had to be kept in constant supply of human woman.
In this fic I’m having Vegeta as
the Fey King, Goku as a Fey soldier and Chichi as a half human half fey
warrior.
Please Review my fic if you read
it for I would love some feed back on this idea as I haven’t ever seen it done
before.
His
ebony eyes burnt with passion as he kissed her again, his hands gentle for all
their power as he laid her back against her bed and moved on top of her…
Bulma
woke up as the dream faded away with the night and she was left with only
fleeting memories of the Fey King who would invade her dreams night after night
to claim her. She crept out of the bed in which she had lain with her master
the night before, Lord Kendal of Baldwick, lain with him against her will. Bulma
shuddered as she remembered his repulsive thrusting, her hands scrubbed at her
skin as she sought to rid herself of the stench of him, of the feeling of
uncleanliness that stuck to her skin.
She
crept out of the Castle as the dawning sun broke free of the mountain range and
she fled into the
The
forest, it was said, was home to the Fey, the nightmarish creatures that would
steal away young woman who wandered in the forest or snatch away children to be
brought up as changelings among them. Every year the villages around the Castle
would surrender any of the less fortunate ladies and peasant girls to the Fey
king. The girls would be marched to the Fey Doorway out in a clearing and the
villages would throw the young woman screaming into the depths to keep on the
good side of they Fey. For if the Fey were unpleased with them it was within
their powers to hex or curse a village.
For
Bulma however the Forest was her sanctuary, a place were nobody could touch her
or find her, it was the one place Bulma felt safe. She had come to this place
since she was a child and she had never seen any of the mythical fey. She had
never seen the much feared Erlking, nor any pixies or faeries or goblins.
The
forest was simply a forest.
The
king of the Fey stared into the depths of the pool in front of him and watched
as his chosen one entered the stream and began to clean her self with unhidden
haste. The bruises that marred her beautiful skin were horrifying as were the
tracery of whip scars on her back. The King rose and swiped his hand across the
waters surface, when the ripples faded the water had returned to normal.
“My
Lord?” The Kings personal Guard, Goku, stood nearby, shifting his weight as he
sensed his Kings foul mood.
“I
cannot stand to see my lady in this condition.” The king bit out the words as
he gracefully folded himself into his throne, “Night after night in her dreams
I go to her to rescue her from the pain he inflicts upon her when he
takes her…” The kings Ebony eyes stared up at the caves ceiling, “And yet she
has never dared to speak my name yet. She knows I will aid her but she speaks
not my name that will send me and my armies rushing to her aide.” He focused
his attention on Goku, “Why are mortals so temperamental? Why must they fight
fate?”
The
king sighed and ran a hand through his black hair, “I cannot take this anymore.
Tonight when the moon rises and we are freed form the underground you must find
her and bring her down to me, I am no longer satisfied to have her in my
dreams.” The king stood up and stretched his well-muscled body, the joints
cracking. “I wish to have Bulma next to me.”
Goku
smiled and bowed, “Yes my King Vegeta.”
Bulma
dunked under the water again as she remembered a little more of her dream…
“You
have only to whisper my name and I shall come…” He whispered as he drew her
down beside him, holding her small body to his with such obvious care that
Bulma had almost cried. No one had ever shown her any kind of kindness or
concern in her life – even the parents she could dimly remember had treated her
with indifference.
Bulma
grabbed up a handful of sand and began to rub at her aching body, what would
all the other girls say if she told them that in her dreams the Fey king would
come and rescue her form her torment? They would laugh no doubt, as they always
laughed at Bulma and her daydreaming ways. Or possibly they would stone her to
death…she had never been like the other girls.
She
ran fingers through her blue green hair and closed her eyes as she remembered
her Fey lovers hands on her body, so gentle and yet so strong…With a shake
Bulma shook herself away from the memory. It was only a dream, the Fey didn’t
really exist; they were just made up as an excuse for the villages to kill off
any of the troublesome girls.
Bulma
shook her hair out and slowly left the clear water, the bruises in her body
were worse then they usually were, the good Lord, she thought with mockery, had
been most displeased last night with his wife and had taken all his anger and
lust out on Bulma who, as one of the house hold slaves, was powerless to stop
him.
She
dressed slowly, her azure eyes filling with tears as she traced the pattern of
bruises on her stomach; life wasn’t fair. Bulma could remember as a girl of ten
her parents had told her that because they were broke and had no money to pay
the taxes she would have to go and live with the lord. It was not until she had
lived there for almost two years that she had found out the real truth, her
parents had sold her as a slave and she would never see them again.
By
that time the Lord had already started ‘calling’ on Bulma during the night to
satiate him appetite for young female flesh, the other girls being boring to
him. She had been at the castle for eight long years now and not a day would go
by that she would not wish and pray for release from the constant pain of her
life, but not one word would Bulma utter, she would not complain and whine like
the other girls for it was useless and would only serve to get a beating.
Silence was the best choice and in silence Bulma had time to daydream of a
better life, which was her only true way out of the nightmare of her existence.
Bulma
laced her boots and carefully laced the corset that held up her dress, no doubt
she would receive a slap from Lady Kendal not only for being late but also for
being the woman who her husband favoured even above her, not that being
favoured was a good thing.
“And
where have you been?” Lady Kendal viciously slapped Bulma’s cheek, sending
her flying to the ground. “Late again? Off with the faeries I suppose?” The
woman sneered, her beauty marred by the rage that flooded her face when Bulma
was around.
“I
beg your ladies pardon, I was washing my face in the stables and lost track of
time watching the new horses being broken in…” Bulma assumed the dreamy look on
her face that fooled every one into thinking her a half dimwit, “They danced
and prance and sang…” Bulma collected the broom from her ladies hand and walked
from the room, ignoring the snickers form the other girls as she made her way
in to sweep the main chamber. Being though of as a dimwit had saved her from a
beating on many occasions.
Vegeta
watched his mortal love as she swept the chamber. Her beautiful eyes framed by
long black lashes and her ripe cherry red bee-stung lips…he felt his chest
tighten just gazing at her. Tonight she would be his, he would crown her as the
Queen of the Fey and she would take her place by his side for all eternity.
“My
King?” Chichi walked into the room with her usual swinging step, her eyes swept
the room for Goku and the glint of disappointment was very obvious.
“Yes?”
Vegeta lazily swept his hand through the pool and stood up smiling at Chichi,
who was a half-breed Fey and human. The only half-breed child to have survived
so far; but then, Vegeta mused, she was the daughter of the great warrior Ox
who although hideous in appearance had served him well until he had died some
years ago fighting in one of the many above ground wars with the humans.
“My
King, Goku has told me of your plan to bring the mortal woman here and to
change her into one of the enchanted and I wanted to offer my services to you
in any way.” Chichi bowed low, “It will not be easy for the human to accept all
that you show her and Goku thought that perhaps if she had a woman to help her
adjust she wouldn’t feel quite so alone.”
Vegeta
tilted his head to the side; “Very well, you shall act not only as a friend to
Bulma but also as a guard. There are many Fey who will not wish to bow to a mortal
and they may well take it into their heads to try to hurt her. Until she has
fully changed you must not leave her side.” Vegeta nodded his head once and
then motioned for Chichi to leave.
Soon
night would fall and she would be his.