Chapter 9
DISCLAIMER: I don’t
own DBZ…I don’t own a monkey either…
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Bulma woke up to find Vegeta leaning over her, a smirk on his devilishly
handsome face. “Wakie, wakie woman.” He helped her sit up. “Feeling better?”
Bulma nodded. “I feel better but I had the strangest dream…well it was more of a nightmare really, we’d crashed landed on another planet and you were delusional and…” Bulma looked around her at the rocky landscape with bright red sand and a cheery green sky and closed her eyes again. “Oh…it wasn’t a nightmare was it? It was real?”
“Afraid so.” Vegeta pulled her to her feet. “Don’t worry though,
we’ll be leaving soon.” He nodded almost reassuringly.
Bulma appeared not to have heard him as she gazed suspiciously
around her. “If this isn’t a dream that means he’d real! Lucas is real!”
She shrieked in alarm, not best pleased to discover that Vegeta’s delusion had somehow
come to life!
“Of course he is.” Vegeta scoffed. “Didn’t I tell you he was
cunning and wily?”
Bulma moved closer to Vegeta. “Where is he now? What’s he
doing?”
“I don’t know where he is, he wandered off about an hour ago.” Vegeta
resisted the urge to pull the woman closer to him. “But I wouldn’t worry about
him, we have bigger problems.”
“The guards
armed with swords standing behind you.” Vegeta gestured for her to turn around.
Bulma slowly spun around and found four guards standing behind
her; they had moved up behind her so stealthily and quickly that she hadn’t
heard them move. She moved even closer to Vegeta. “Will they hurt us?” She
whispered.
Vegeta shrugged. “The don’t look like an incredibly cruel race
of people, we might get lucky and not be killed.”
The guards all smiled at Vegeta’s comment. “Indeed we are not a
cruel people, but do not bet on not losing your lives just yet, it is for our
king to decide what shall become of you.”
“Great, another king.” Bulma shrugged as the guards moved closer
and motioned for her and Vegeta to follow them. As they walked Bulma couldn’t help
but hum the Barney and Friends theme song – irritating Vegeta took her mind off
the danger of her imminent situation.
~*~
The king was not what she had expected. He looked just as human
as the other inhabitants of the planet, except for his eyes. They were the most
beautiful eyes Bulma had ever seen. They were an iridescent blue-green colour
that seemed to glow with power. As soon as Bulma had seen the king she had
immediately began to subconsciously flirt, fluffing up her hair, pursing her
lips and giving him smouldering looks from under her eyes lids.
Vegeta of course was less then happy to find Bulma acting this
way towards another man. Unlike the woman, he could sense that the king
secreted some sort of pheromone that made him attractive to others. He wasn’t
worried so much with Bulma’s flirting though, what really worried him was the
appraising look the king was giving Bulma, almost as if he owned her and was
contemplating how good she’d be in bed.
For some reason the look bothered Vegeta.
“May I present his liege, King Sanjo of the planet
“A gong, huh? This must be important.” Bulma muttered under her
breath to Vegeta. The saiyan managed to hide the smile that threaten to spill
across his face at Bulma’s sarcastic remark.
“And who,” The king sauntered down the stairs, his eyes feasting
on Bulma’s every feature. “Might this delectable creature be?” He nodded at
Bulma.
Vegeta fought the urge to punch the king.
Bulma giggled and held out a hand for King Sanjo to kiss. “I am
Bulma Briefs, the daughter of a rich and respected citizen of the planet
Earth.”
Vegeta fought the urge to punch Bulma.
“Planet Earth?” The king seemed to contemplate this for a moment.
“I don’t seem to recall ever hearing of a planet Earth.” He turned his eyes
onto Vegeta. “And you are?”
Somehow Vegeta didn’t think that King Sanjo would kiss his hand.
“Prince Vegeta of the planet Vegeta.” Vegeta drew himself up to
his full height and glared dangerously at the king who was staring at him in
shock.
“Prince Vegeta? Of the planet Vegeta you say?” King Sanjo looked
Vegeta up and down. “I seem to remember hearing a rumour that your planet had
been destroyed.”
“It was.”
The King gave him a mocking glance and turned his attention back
to Bulma. “Well, I shall have to be a good host and offer you both our
hospitality until we can get you another ship.”
“Oh, thank you.” Bulma stared spellbound into his glowing eyes.
“That would be nice.” She giggled.
Vegeta fought the urge to clunk King Sanjo and Bulma’s heads
together.
“I shall arrange you a room in the east wing, near my room.” The king winked at Bulma and a
vein popped out in Vegeta’s forehead at the blatant sexual look on the King was
giving his chosen mate.
“I assume that I would also be staying in her room, considering
that I am her mate.” Vegeta clenched a hand into a fist as the king dragged his
gaze away from Bulma.
“Her mate?” King Sanjo seemed surprised and unhappy.
“Your mate?” Bulma seemed just as surprised but not quite as
unhappy. “Just because I slept with you doesn’t make me your mate.”
Vegeta frowned at her, didn’t she realise that unless she kept
him close the king would undoubtedly sneak into her room at night and…
“Well, Prince Vegeta.” King Sanjo smirked. “It seems that your
lady friend does not wish for your company, don’t worry, I’ll arrange a room
for you in the west wing.”
Vegeta glared at the king. “I think not. My lady friend
hit her head rather hard when we crash landed; she most likely doesn’t remember
that we are full mates.” The lie easily slipped off Vegeta tongue, and to his
surprise the idea of being the woman’s full mate didn’t fill him with horror at
all, in fact he rather liked the idea of the woman being his.
King Sanjo turned back to Bulma and raised a hand to trace along
her jaw, Bulma lent into his touch and closed her eyes, Sanjo turned his head
back to look at Vegeta. “Wether or not she is your mate my saiyan friend, makes
little difference to me. She is already mine and since I like her, I shall take
her.”
Vegeta stepped forward and slapped Sanjo’s hand away from
Bulma’s face. “I think, King Sanjo, that perhaps is would be wise for Bulma and
I to leave, I’m sure that you have heard of the awesome fighting power of the
saiyans, and I’m also sure that you don’t want to get you planet into
any…trouble.”
King Sanjo narrowed his iridescent eyes. “You do not scare me,
Prince Vegeta, but since you seem abnormally protective over this woman, and
since you have outright challenged my power we shall have a contest. If you win
then you may take your woman and leave. If I win then I will keep the woman and
you will be put to death.”
Vegeta considered this. “I’ll agree to this on two conditions.
Firstly you must get rid of that pheromone you are producing so that Bulma will
be able to think for herself, secondly you must show me the space craft we can
leave in so I know you are telling the truth.”
The king grinned. “Those conditions are easily met.”
~*~
Bulma was not happy.
She was sitting on a rock and watching Vegeta and King Sanjo
warm up. They were going to fight over her. And although usually Bulma wouldn’t
have minded having two gorgeous men fighting over her the thought of losing
Vegeta was troubling.
Wait…did she just call Vegeta gorgeous?
Wait…did she just admit that she didn’t want him to lose and be
put to death?
“It’s the sun; the sun’s getting to me, making me delusional.”
Bulma mumbled to herself and glared up at the blue sun in the sky. She looked
back at her two suitors and bit her lip nervously.
As soon as the King had stopped producing his ‘woman-attracting-smell-thing’,
as Bulma had christened it, she had been grateful to Vegeta for stopping her from
doing something she would have regretted with the King. Sure he was good
looking, but he was also an alien, an alien she didn’t know and who seemed
incredibly sleazy.
Near Bulma’s rock sat the space craft that, if Vegeta won, they
would be leaving in. Bulma didn’t want to admit it, but the spacecraft was much
better then the one she had been built. She was almost jealous of King Sanjo’
technology.
“Ready to fight?” King Sanjo’s voice brought Bulma’s attention
back to the two warriors.
Vegeta was in his fighting stance and was smirking his famous
smirk. “Of course I am.”
King Sanjo bowed; Vegeta ignored the bow and sneered, then with
a yell from both warriors they began to fight.
Bulma shrieked and moved away as they both shot up into the air,
fighting hand to hand. King Sanjo broke away and seemed to be beginning some
sort of an energy attack when Vegeta disappeared and reappeared above him,
brining his hands down on top of his head and sending the blond king sailing
into the ground - creating a crater that stretched right to Bulma’s feet from
the force of his landing.
She shrieked when Vegeta appeared beside her and grabbed her
into his arms. “Come on, were leaving before he wakes up.”
“You? Running from a fight?” Bulma wriggled as Vegeta
practically threw her inside the ship and started the engines.
“I’m not running away.” Vegeta defended himself. “I’m simply
leaving in a hurry.”
~*~