Chapter 17
DISCLAIMER: I don’t
own DBZ…or any of the shows that I rip off!
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It had been a week since ‘The Lucas Ordeal’ as Bulma
termed it, had occurred. Vegeta’s strength had been restored, along with his
sanity, and they were well on their way home. Bulma wasn’t exactly 100% sure
they were heading in the right direction, but she was 96.89082635373% sure that
it was the right direction and that was good enough for both herself and
Vegeta.
Of course before they returned home there was one more
thing Vegeta wanted to do…
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“So let me get this straight.” Bulma pushed
her hair behind her ears. “You used to come to this place when you were still a
murdering, plundering evil minion of Frieza’s?” Bulma was carefully docking
their shuttle at a space station that Vegeta was demanding they must
stop at to replenish their supplies.
“I used to go there all the time.” A sly
smile crept over Vegeta’s features. “They should remember me…”
“What’s that supposed to mean? You didn’t
kill too many people here did you?” Bulma glared at her mate and pursed her
lips as he avoided her eyes.
“I didn’t kill everyone…just one or two high
ranking officials.” Vegeta squirmed under Bulma’s glare. “It’ll work in our
favour though! Now that Frieza is dead everyone is going to know that I’m the
strongest being in the universe and they won’t dare try to stop us
from…shopping.” The saiyan Prince smirked as though this was a real achievement
in his eyes.
“Vegeta, we have no money. What we’re doing
is stealing, it’s robbery!” Bulma glared disarmingly at Vegeta, hoping to make
him see the error of his ways. How could he be so easy going when they were talking
about robbery?
“Yeah well, these space station punks had it
coming. When we get inside just stick close to me. Some of the men in there are
real monsters.” Vegeta gave a tough looking nod. “If anyone so much as looks at
you wrong tell me and I’ll get ‘em for you.” Vegeta gave Bulma a wicked smile; “I’ve
got a reputation for being a monster.”
“Gee, thanks.” Bulma rolled her eyes. “Vegeta,
just don’t forget why we’re here. Not so you can flaunt your power, but to get
food, that’s all.” Bulma landed the space shuttle in their allocated landing pad
and opened the air lock, warily eyeing Vegeta who was practically bouncing from
foot to foot, eager no doubt to flaunt his new power and scare the shit out of
as many people as possible.
“Typical male.” Bulma grumbled as she stood
up and stretched. “Remember Vegeta, don’t get us killed.”
Vegeta’s grin faded and as Bulma watched his
serious face appeared. He crossed his arms and tried to look as mean as
possible. “Come on woman, we’re going to have to put on a good show for the
backwater freaks on this station. From this moment forward you must call me
Prince Vegeta and show me all the respect you would show to royalty. I know you
don’t want to, but trust me, the more powerful these station dwellers think I
am, the more likely it is that we’ll be able to get our supplies with out
trouble.”
Bulma nodded. “I think I can handle that…but
what are you going to tell people if they ask who I am?”
“They won’t ask, but if someone does you’re
merely going to be a slave.” Vegeta looked Bulma up and down and smirked.
“They’ll assume that you’re my private whore of course, but at least if they
think that no men are going to dare to approach you for fear of my wrath.”
“Oh great, you get to be a prince and I get
to be a whore.” Bulma pouted. “This is not fair – why can’t I be the
overlord and you be the whore?.”
“I would trade places but I don’t think that
these stationers would believe that you’re Prince Vegeta and I’m your whore,
now would they?” Vegeta strode out the airlock, his entire being screamed
royalty. Bulma couldn’t help but be
impressed. Even though she knew Vegeta had been born a prince, it was strange
to see him playing up to the role so completely. She hurried after him, making
sure to walk a few steps behind him and demurely keeping her eyes away from
him.
“P…P…Prince Vegeta!” The poor sap that was
guarding the door into the space station and checking ID’s almost had a fit
when he caught sight of Vegeta. Hurriedly
he spoke into his radio and bowed low on the ground. Moments later the captain
of the guards came scurrying out.
“Prince Vegeta!” They gasped in surprise. “Had
we known of your arrival we would have prepared a welcome, but we had heard
that you had been killed on planet Namek.” The guard also bowed then stood
again. “On behalf of the GBC space station I bid you welcome.” The captain
motioned Vegeta towards the entry door and Bulma was swept along with the party
of guards who swarmed around Vegeta. “If I may ask Prince, what happened on
Namek?”
Vegeta smirked. “I killed Dodoria and Zarbon.
Later I managed to kill Frieza…the rumours of my death were greatly
exaggerated.” He frowned as he heard Bulma cough behind him; he hoped the woman
would know better then to contradict him.
“Of course.” The captain nodded as he opened
another door and ushered Vegeta and Bulma into a spacious office; he took a
seat and offered the other to Vegeta. Bulma stood near Vegeta until he felt his
tail wrap around her leg and pull her to the floor, then she moved close to his
feet and put her head in his lap, Vegeta began to pet her hair and Bulma had to
resist the urge to bite his hand.
He was treating her like a bloody dog!
The captain was looking at Bulma with
curiosity. “What species is she?”
“Oh, she’s human, a most entertaining
species.” Vegeta squeezed her shoulder and Bulma realised he was just acting
into the part and tried to relax herself.
“Human? Ah, from Earth, we have one or two
shops here that sell trinkets from Earth.” The captain looked Bulma over. “She
is a very attractive female.”
“Of course she is.” Vegeta allowed an annoyed
tone to creep into is voice. “I’d hardly have taken her off Earth with me if
she didn’t appeal to me.” Vegeta glared at the captain. “The reason I’m here is
for supplies, I have recently been on a trip to annihilate Count Atrium
Ventricular and I have run out of supplies. I’m hoping you will be able to
re-stock my ship with out too much trouble.” Vegeta glared harder, pleased when
the captain began to squirm in his seat.
“Of course, of course.” He quickly agreed. “Uh,
when are you thinking of leaving?” The captain timidly questioned.
“As soon as possible.” Vegeta pulled a list
out of a pocket and tossed it at the captain. “This is a list of what I
require; I will expect your men to re-stock my ship with the missing equipment
while I get myself some new armour.”
“Yes! Of course.’ The captain stood up as
Vegeta did. “Would you like a guard to accompany you?”
“No, I’m quite able to find my way around
with out a guard.” Vegeta chuckled. “Just make sure my ship is restocked or I
shall hold you personally accountable.”
“Yes, Prince Vegeta.” The captain paled.
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Vegeta paraded out in front of Bulma in his
new saiyan armour. “What does it look like, woman?” He posed for her, showing off
his great physique.
“It’s looks great Mr. Prince.” Bulma drawled
mockingly, Vegeta threw her a glare before smirking at the sweating shop
attendant.
“I’ll take it.” Vegeta sauntered up to the
shop attendant and grinned nastily. “I guess you got lucky punk, if I hadn’t
found something I liked…” Vegeta left the sentence hanging and left the store
with Bulma following behind him,
“This is soooo boring Vegeta! I want to…” She
trailed off as Vegeta halted in front of a big white building. “What’s up
Vegeta?” She asked curiously.
“Do you know what this is woman?” He gestured
at the building and Bulma raised an eyebrow.
“Is it an ice cream shop?” She guessed
sarcastically.
He frowned at her. “No, it’s the equivalent
of a church.”
“A church?” Bulma felt a frizzle of excitement
squirm through her.
“Yes and since we are planning on becoming
mates, perhaps we should make it official?” Vegeta spoke as though indifferent.
“Official? Like get married?” Bulma tried to
sound equally neutral.
“Yeah.” Vegeta turned to her. “So you want
to?” he tried to look casual, it wouldn’t do for Bulma to find out that he’d planned
all of this…
“I-I’d love to!” Bulma grinned at him, wow
Vegeta just proposed to me!
Vegeta opened the door and strode in with
Bulma, he walked up to the front desk took the papers the man behind the desk
handed him. “We have to sign these, and then we do the ceremony.”
Bulma grinned eagerly and picked up a pen.
“Just show me the dotted line…”
~*~
Bulma and Vegeta stood next to each other in
front of a strange alter, both of them had tiny cuts on their wrists and the
priest was leaning over the alter chanting and muttering as he mixed their
blood together in a bowl. He turned around and tied a Bulma’s left wrist to
Vegeta’s right wrist with a piece of black ribbon then he held up the bowl with
their blood. He dipped his finger in and still muttering and chanting he drew
symbol on Bulma’s forehead then drew the same symbol on Vegeta’s forehead. The
priest said something to Vegeta in another language and Vegeta muttered back
quietly. The priest nodded and took two silver rings from his pocked and handed
one to Vegeta and one to Bulma.
“We have to put these on each other.” Vegeta
whispered and took slid his ring onto Bulma’s left hand, which was still tied
to his with the ribbon. Bulma then took her ring and following Vegeta’s
whispered instruction slid it onto his right hand. The priest smiled and said
something then turned his back on them and Vegeta moved closer to Bulma. “We
have to bite each others neck, he cannot watch because this is the most intimate
part of the bonding.”
Bulma nodded and closed her eyes as Vegeta
lent into her and gently bit her neck, she gritted her teeth against the pain
as he bit through the skin and drew blood. He pulled back and then Bulma did
the same to him, biting down until she drew blood. Vegeta hugged her close and
said something to the priest who then turned back around and untied the ribbon
from their wrists.
“It’s over, we’re bonded…married.” Vegeta
kissed Bulma. “Now you’re mine forever woman.” Vegeta stared at her greedily.
“You…you planned this didn’t you?” Bulma smiled
at him and Vegeta nodded sheepishly.
“Of course I did, you didn’t really think we
came back here just for supplies did you?” He kissed Bulma again. “Now you’re
never ever going to be free of me, we own each other now.”
Bulma laughed, pleased with this development.
“So we can finally go home now for real?”
Vegeta nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got everything I
wanted from this trip…I think we can leave.” His eyes gleamed at the thought of
being alone with Bulma in space.
Then the couple turned and walked away from
the alter as one, there souls tied for eternity with the power of a saiyan
bond.
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A/N – Its’ not the end yet! There’s still a little more of this story
to come!