A/N – Okay, I’m not going to lie to you all, I’m
tired and very, very out of it today…so don’t be surprised if this chapter
makes absolutely no sense at all…*whimpers* I’ve started posting at mm.org and
I have to say that I don’t like it at all…I want ff.net to come back up
again…*wails*
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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
you used to come to this place when you were still a murdering, plundering evil
minion of Frieza?” 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 threaten too many people here did you?” Bulma glared at her
mate and pursed her lips as he avoided her eyes,
“I didn’t threaten
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 and they won’t dare try to stop us
from…shopping.”
“Vegeta, we have no money.
What we’re doing is stealing, it’s 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.”
“Gee thanks.” Bulma rolled
her eyes, “Vegeta just don’t forget why we’re here. Not so you can’t flaunt
your power, we’re here to get food, that’s all.”
Bulma landed the space
shuttle in their allocated spot 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.
Bulma 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.”
“Maybe not but you have no
choice, ready?” 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. Moment later the captain of the guards came
scurrying out.
“Prince Vegeta…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
Vegeta smirked, “I killed
Dodoria and Zardon and 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
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? Never heard of
humans.” The captain shrugged, “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…when
are you thinking of leaving?”
“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 bowed.
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Vegeta paraded out in front
of Bulma in his new saiyan armour, “What does it look like, woman?”
“It’s looks great Mr.
Prince.” Bulma drawled mockingly, Vegeta threw her a glare before smirking at
the sweating shop attendant.
“I guess I’ll take it.”
Vegeta walked 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?”
“Do you know what this is
woman?”
Bulma raised an eyebrow, “Is
it an ice cream shop?”
He frowned at her, “No, it’s
the equivalent of a church.”
“A church?” Bulma felt a
frizzle of excitement squirm through her.
“Yes…since we are planning
on becoming mates…perhaps we should make it official?”
“Official…like get married?”
“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 fore planned any 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, then we do the ceremony.”
Bulma picked up a pen, “Just
show me where to sign…”
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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 prist 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 then 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.
“Its’ over, were
bonded…married.” Vegeta kissed Bulma, “Now you’re mine forever woman.”
“You…you planned this didn’t
you?” Bulma smiled at him and Vegeta nodded,
“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, “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.”
Then they turned and walked
away from the alter as one, there souls tied for eternity with the power of a
saiyan bond.
A/N – Its’ not the end
yet! There’s still a little more of this story to come! Please Review and stay
turned for the next chapter, which will be out soon!
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