Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or any
rights to it. Maybe in an A/U I do, but not here.
Wearily
Bulma set the broom back in the closet and trudged outside to the stables where
the lord’s royal guard spent their time playing cards. The men were fairly
decent and would often take pity on Bulma and hide her form their lord’s
attentions – sometimes for a price, sometimes not. She just hoped that tonight
would be a good night and they would agree to hide her. Bulma didn’t think she
could take one more night of torture and come out alive at the end of it.
“Hey
Bulma? How do you fare this fine night?” The soldier bowed and then took her
arm and quickly led her into the stables, “We all heard about what he did to
you last night, and we offer you a nights hold here, provided that the Lord
himself does not come down here and demand we hand you over.” The soldier gave
her another brotherly smile, “Much as I care for you I cannot defy my Lord.”
“You’ll
all heard what our lord did?” Bulma’s eyes watered. “It’s bad enough that he
forces me to pleasure him. But to brag about it is…” Bulma took a deep breath. “Its
ok, I understand that perfectly. Thank you Piccolo, you’re truly an honourable
man.” Bulma inclined her head and allowed him to show her to an empty horse
stable that was filled with straw. Piccolo gave her a friendly wave before he
returned to the table to finish of playing cards. Bulma yawned and within
seconds she was fast asleep.
She
was lying on a bed with silken sheets the likes of which she had never seen or
felt before. Next to her the Fey King smiled.
“I’m sending my royal guard for you this
night. Soon we will be together.” He brought her into his arms and held her
close. He was so warm and real, Bulma melted against the side of his body.
“But
there are so many men here who will defend their lords honour by fighting. Is
your guard going to be enough?” Bulma stared into his eyes that were as black
as the
“It
will be enough…but perhaps I will come with him and pay this Lord a visit.” The
Fey King’s voice was thick with mockery, “And besides it would not be proper
for my guard to take you, I myself must come.” The King nodded and turned his
attention back to her, “Now wake up my sweet one, we shall arrive at the
witching hour.” The King took one of her hands and slipped a ring upon it,
“this is a symbol of my love for you and bears the symbol of my kingdom. If for
some reason I do not come tonight or do not reach you in time you have only to
touch the stone in the ring and my people will spring to your aid…” The King
began to fade away and with him went the light.
Bulma
sat up in the straw, her breathing a little faster then usual, “My Goodness!”
Bulma brought her shaking hands up to her face but paused in horror at what she
saw on there…a ring.
“No…it
can’t be! It’s just a dream!” The ring was beautifully crafted and was made of
some sort of silver that seemed to shine even in the darkness; Bulma could just
discern a stone set into the ring in the murkiness of the stable light…
“BULMA!
Where is she?” Bulma gasped as she heard the voice of Lord Kendal, there was a
murmuring among the guards and she heard heavy footsteps thump towards her
hiding place. Quickly Bulma lay back down and tightly closed her eyes, folding
her hands into her dress; perhaps if she looked asleep the Lord would not
bother her. The door was flung open and Bulma heard an indrawn breath from the
Lord, a second later she felt him scoop her up into his arms.
“No
let me go!” Bulma gave up pretending to be asleep and began to struggle, aware
of the soldiers all looking away so as not to see her disgrace.
“Never!
You are mine and right now I want you!” The lord dealt her a stinging blow to
her face. Pain exploded behind Bulma’s eyes, but Bulma was used to pain now and
taking in a deep breath she pulled one of the Lord’s hands towards her and bit
into it with all of her might. Lord Kendal threw her to the ground and clutched
his hand to his chest, Bulma sprung up and flung open the doors to the stables
and began to run through the darkness, behind her came the sounds of pursuit.
“No
leave me alone!” Bulma tripped in the darkness and closed her eyes as she did
the one thing she could think of; “VEGETA!” She screamed his name into the cold
wind that swept over her, screamed it to the stars above and heard it echo in
the darkness, somewhere in the distance lightning struck the ground and thunder
roared once, twice and three times.
The
lord came to a stop above her and looked down at her sceptically, “Calling the
name of the Dark King of Fey? You little witch! This is treachery and I shall
see you hung for it!” He reached down for her when a gloved hand seized his
hand jerked it away from her. There was silence as slowly Bulma’s gaze
travelled up black boots and up black leather pants, up the loose black cotton
shirt he wore and finally onto the strangers face.
Bulma
gasped as she stared at the triangular face that was so familiar and she looked
into those endless black eyes that she had looked into every night for as long
as she could remember.
“My
King!” Bulma inclined her head and tried to get a hold of her trembling…but he
was here! He was not a dream…unless…unless Bulma had been killed already, “My
king, are you real?” Bulma reached out and touched a black boot, a boot that
felt very real.
“King?
You are no king!” Lord Kendal laughed but was abruptly choked off as Vegeta
closed his other gloved hand around his throat and lifted him off the ground
effortlessly.
“How
dare you insult the King of the Fey!” Vegeta roared into his face, Lord Kendal
make choking sounds and struggled in his grasp, his face turning first red and
then purple, “You have not only insulted me and my entire kingdom but you have
dared to threaten my chosen queen.” Vegeta threw him to the ground and gently
picked Bulma up, “Such an insult cannot go unpunished…” From the darkness
behind Vegeta appeared another Fey warrior who bore the same angular face and
hair that Vegeta did, in his hand was a sword that glinted in the darkness as
if it were eager to taste blood, “But do not worry…” Vegeta handed Bulma to
Goku who gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile and carefully held her in
his arms; “I’m not going to kill you straight away. No, for not only has it
been you who has insulted my queen, but also you’re entire kingdom has treated
her with contempt and for this I Curse your village. Your crops will fail, the
milk form the cows will sour and a severe drought will devastate this land.
Your people will suffer and eventually you will lose your place of honour, your
title and…” Vegeta gave disturbing smile, “Your life.”
With
that Vegeta took the sword off Goku and rammed it into the ground, from the
soil seeped blood. It seemed to Bulma that the redness covered everything in
sight, she gave a scream as the tree’s shrivelled as the red touched them and
the animals in the fields adjacent began to cry in pain as the redness swept
over them and left them baron and empty. Vegeta laughed and turned towards
Bulma, then with a sweep of his hand, blackness flowed over Bulma and she found
herself falling into a black void.
Goku
handed Vegeta back the sleeping body of Bulma and stared at the retreating
figure of Lord Kendal.
“That
could have gone better my king.”
Vegeta
stopped laughing and looked down into his loves sleeping face, “True. But the
way he was looking at her and what he said…” Goku took a step back as Vegeta
growled and gritted his teeth, “His behaviour was unacceptable…”
“Yeah,
but you scared the girl.” Chichi stepped out of the darkness; her hair swept up
and held in place with gleaming jewels.
“Well
she shall have to get used to my powers sooner or later.” Vegeta rolled his
shoulders and yawned, he grinned suddenly, “I don’t think I’ve ever flown as
fast as I did when I heard her call my name.”
“I
don’t think you have either, I could hardly keep up,” Goku complained as he
took his sword out of the ground and put it back in its sheath,
“Yeah,
me either.” Chichi plucked a piece of leaf from her hair but was grinning,
“Still it was good to see the look of fear on his face. We don’t terrorise the
mortals enough these days.”
“True.”
Vegeta ran a finger along Bulma’s jaw line and looked up into Chichi’s eyes,
“We shall have to visit them more often.”
Goku
rolled his eyes and began to change back into his animal form, his features
melting and shrinking until instead of Goku there stood a black owl. Chichi
giggled as Goku hopped onto her shoulder and she began to change herself until
a Black wolf stood there, the two Fey soldiers took off into the darkness
leaving Vegeta alone.
“Yes…we
shall have to do this more often…” Vegeta bent down and kissed Bulma; triumph
on his features as his cape swirled around them and Vegeta launched himself up
into the darkness his form shifting and changing until it was so large it
seemed to fill the sky.