A/N – OK, I’ve finally been able to update, I’m very
sorry about the wait but I wanted to finish off Chains and Bonds before I got
the next chapter of this fic out.
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Bulma woke up to find Vegeta leaning over her, a smirk
on his 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.”
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!”
“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.”
“Such as?”
“The guards armed with swords standing behind you.”
Bulma slowly turned around to find 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?”
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.
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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, he could sense that the king secreted some sort of pheromone
that made him attractive to females. He wasn’t worried so much with Bulma’s
flirting, 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.
“May I present his liege, King Sanjo of the planet
Bulma snapped out of her flirting long enough to raise
one eyebrow and exchange a look with Vegeta.
“And who,” The king sauntered down the stairs, his
eyes feasting on Bulma’s every features, “Might this delectable creature be?”
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?”
“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.”
“Oh. Pity.” 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 eyes,
“That would be nice.”
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?” He seemed surprised.
“Your mate?” Bulma seemed just as surprised, “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 saiyan, 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.”
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Bulma was not happy.
She sat on a rock and watched as Vegeta and King Sanjo
warmed up, they were going to fight over her. 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 glanced up at the blue sun in the sky then looked back at
her two suitors.
As soon as the King had stopped producing his,
‘woman-attracting-smell’ as Bulma had christened it, she had been grateful to
Vegeta for stopping her 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 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.
“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, sending the blond king
sailing into the ground, creating a crater that stretched right to Bulma’s feet
from the force of his landing.
Bulma 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 space ship and started the ship.
“I’m not running away woman, I’m simply leaving in a
hurry.”
A/N – Another chapter over! Yay! Now please don’t
review and yell at me about making Vegeta run away from a fight, I know it’s
Anyhow I also have to remind people that Ane S. Thesia
and I have a fan fiction contest running at my site and I really, really want
people to enter! If more people enter then I will update faster, I know I
shouldn’t try to black mail people but I would like some people to enter!
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