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The Other Woman	By : Mallie-3 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters.

oOo

Bulma allowed her attendant to dress her and prepare her as quickly as she could. Bulma wished to get out of his chambers before he came looking for her. At this point she wasn't sure if she could face him knowing that she might be carrying his child. It might show on her face that she was distressed. Bulma was sure to direct the woman's attention to the bed pan that was filled with the contents of her stomach and then left. The woman did look a bit started to see Bulma wishing to leave without her, but she was able to calm her and convince her to rid of the evidence before she was allowed to come back to her personal chambers.

Bulma lifted her hands and straightened the hood that was placed perfectly upon her head. She took large strides across the floor, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone for too long. Who she was looking for was the one man who most likely didn't want to see her at all.

Kakkarot where are you?

Bulma's eyes frantically shifted around the room looking for his unruly dark brown hair, and finally she spotted him. He was sitting alone looking out a glass window with a book in his hand. She saw his dark eyes shift from the book to the beautiful spring day just outside the glass barrier as if contemplating the story within his grasp. She walked slowly up to the small wooden table and slide into the chair, watching as his eyes slowly moving over the words that were printed on the pages. Bulma cleared her throat softly and raised a brow. Kakkarot's eyes slowly lifted hearing the noise. He jumped in surprise and glanced around, knitting his eyebrows in confusion.

"I know you don't wish to speak with me, but I need to talk to you." She bit her lower lip and toyed with her small hands, which she had placed upon the table top.

Kakkarot's lips parted slightly and he shook his head. Finally he found his words and closed his book, setting it in front of him, "Why would you think I didn't want to speak with you, Bulma?" he pursed his lips a bit hurt to know she felt that way.

"If I remember correctly you walked out of my rooms the other day, I figured I would be the last person you would want to see right now." She admitted and tilted her head to the side, lifting her eyes to watch his expression.

Kakkarot sucked in a sharp breath and slowly let it out through his mouth as he straighten his back, "No, I wish to speak with you, but I felt like a fool admitting my true feelings only to have them completely shoved to the way, but I think I can get over it." He lied pulling at the frills of his sleeves, straightening them as he spoke.

"I am sorry…but this is not what I came to talk to you about. This is serious." She grew anxious in her seat, lacing her fingers tightly together.

"Well, out with it…" Kakkarot leaned in, trying to get her to make eye contact with him.

"I-I…" Bulma started, but found it hard to admit. She quickly closed her eyes and blurted just loud enough for him to hear, "I think I am carrying the King's child."

"Bulma…oh god." He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head in disbelief. Well, damn it; there was a good chance of this happening. Many King's had bastard children, but this particular King had none, or none that he acknowledged.

The King would surely cast her aside if he was to find out of her condition. Their affair would be over. Maybe this was a good thing. She could finally figure out that he was the right man for her, and this King of theirs wasn't as glorious as she thought him to be. He may not be a rich as the King, but he was willing to give her as much as he could. He would be there to collect her once she was cast aside. Kakkarot lifted his dark eyes after letting his mind wander for those brief moments. He saw the sad look upon her face. He couldn't imagine what she was thinking. She was not married, and just turned seventeen a month before. He knew she feared her family's reaction as well as her peers. He would help her.

"I have an idea. You could go to Cardinal Murphy." He nodded and grabbed her petite hands within his strong hold, caressing the tops with his thumbs.

"Kakkarot, are you mad? He is the King's advisor. He will surely tell him, and I need to think a moment. I need to plan what I wish to say to him, so maybe he will understand that is might not be a bad thing. I don't know how he will react." Bulma whimpered softly yanking her hands from his tight hold, causing Kakkarot's eyes to soften.

"Bulma listen to me. Cardinal Murphy has been a good friend and mentor to me since I was a boy. If I speak to him he will understand and perhaps come up with a good solution." He nodded, offering the blue haired woman a kind smile, "The King respects him, and he also knows how to…well… negotiate with the King." He said awkwardly.

She sighed softly and leaned back against the back of the chair, "Well, I am not sure. If you are positive that he will help than what do I honestly have to loose, right?" she licked her dry lips and stood.

"Yes exactly," Kakkarot nodded, but then paused and his eyes shot open, quickly reversing the nod by shaking his head looking like a fool, "No, no Bulma, you have a lot to lose. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, so we shall figure something out." He offered his arm and led her toward the Cardinal's chambers.

oOo

"Ah yes gentlemen, the King shall give you the crowns you require in order to supply him with what he needs. I assure you, leaving court and settling down in the country would be far better. Worry not for you shall come back again, once the King wills it." Cardinal Murphy said as he placed a jeweled hand upon the back of a well-dressed man from court.

The man's young son was looking down with a frustrated look plastered upon his features as they were lead from the Cardinal's chambers. Finally the older gentleman turned and lifted a fist leaning in just inches from the Cardinal's face and sneered.

"I know this is your doing, and you seem to have that King of ours wrapped around your fat jeweled finger. I shall do my work just to please the King, not you." With that he whirled around and waved a hand violently, beckoning his son to follow quickly.

Cardinal Murphy lifted his chin high and pursed his lips, becoming rather annoyed with the court as of late. He lifted his red robes and turned to walk back into his chambers when his eyes spotted a hand waving in the air. He frowned deeply seeing who the foolish boy was. The guards outside his chambers lunged forward to push him away, but Cardinal Murphy stopped them quickly.

"It's alright boys, he is allowed. I see you have brought Lady Briefs. What do I owe this pleasure?" he asked as he led them into his apartments, which were just as lavishly decorated as the Kings. There were wines, cheeses, and fruits available on silver platters. Paintings covered the walls, and the furniture was finely crafted with an obvious expert hand.

Bulma slowly entered the room, and the guard closed it behind her as she made her way up to the Cardinals desk, where he had already sat and was reading over documents most likely being sent from France and Spain. She eyed the large gold cross, which was adorned with brilliant rubies. They twinkled and shimmered upon his chest when the light from the window hit it just right. Without noticing it, the Cardinal had stopped writing and was now looking upon them. He cleared his throat and raised both bushy eyebrows.

"Well? Don't tell me you came into my chambers to waste my time. I am a busy man as you can see," he waved a hand over the plethora of documents that covered the desk, not being able to see the table top which was below.

Bulma jumps slightly and looked to Kakkarot, her face filled with worry; "Um…" she sucked in a deep breath.

"I am sorry your Eminence, you see we have to speak with you about a certain matter. I know that you are busy, but I suggested that Bulma come to you about this particular topic because I think highly of you." He added the last part to stroke the man's ego, which usually worked.

Cardinal Murphy's eyes scanned over the boy and then to the girl as he stroked his chin, "What is this matter you speak of?" his eyes widened, waiting for one of them to speak.

"Well, you see your Eminence, as you most likely know; Bulma is a good friend of mine. She is also the Mistress to the King." Kakkarot said as he made his way to the desk.

"Ah, yes I know very well about this girl. The King has spent many crowns on her," his eyes shifted toward Bulma with a look of distaste swirling within them.

"It has just come to our attention that Lady Briefs is carrying the King's child." He spoke plainly.

Cardinal Murphy watched the boy a moment with calculating eyes. His expression was unreadable, and for a brief moment Kakkarot had feared that his idea to come to this particular man was a mistake. The man in red slowly leaned back in his chair and folded his hands upon his rounded belly. Those dark eyes of his shifted to the young girl, taking in her frame before he decided what to say.

"You know Lady Briefs, there have been many women who have claimed to have carried the King's bastard, but I for one was never convinced." He pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side.

"I'm sorry your Eminence, but why would you not think so?" Kakkarot felt his anger swelling deep within him as the Cardinal shot those venomous words in Bulma's direction.

"You see Kakkarot, a woman who would easily jump in the bed with a King might not be so innocent after all." He said as he inspected his gold rings, straightening them on his fat fingers, "Many of the women who were with the King had husbands, and the affair was only once, maybe even twice if they were lucky. It seems that many women wanted more money from the King in hopes he would acknowledge it. The King has no legitimate children and no bastards." He spoke clearly and emphasized his words carefully.

"How could you say that?" Kakkarot shot back.

"Tell me girl, did the King ever spill his seed within you when you fornicated?" He lifted a hand to silence the boy and raised an eyebrow watching her shocked expression.

Bulma's crystal blue eyes filled with shimmering tears and quickly she took a step forward looking him straight in the eye, "I am sorry to offend you your Eminence, but I have given my maidenhead to the King, and I have no husband. As for his seed, yes, he never once spilled it outside of my womb." She pursed her lips, feeling dirty speaking this way.

The Cardinal cursed and stood from his chair walking toward the girl, "If what you are saying is true, I shall approach his majesty with the news. It shall be up to him whether or not he accepts the child. For instance, if you provide him with a girl your chances are slim. As to if the King shall want you after this, I am not sure. He might lose interest. Speak to no one about this, not even the King, do you understand?" he lifted his index finger and leaned in getting closer with each word.

"Y-yes, I understand your Eminence." She closed her eyes feeling two warm streaks trail down her flushed cheeks.

The Cardinal waved her out and motioned for the boy to stay. Bulma looked in Kakkarot's direction, knitting her eyebrows. He gave her a reassuring smile and with that she left the room, leaving him and his mentor.

"It was right of you to bring her to me, Kakkarot." The Cardinal said and was now seated back in his chair with his hands folded on top of the desk.

"I knew you would have a way of approaching the King." Kakkarot said softly making his way toward the desk.

"The King tires of women quickly, as you know. It seems he has a soft spot for this young lady. I am sure that will change when he finds out his toy is carrying a child. He most likely will not want that to tarnish his standing within the court." The Cardinal let out a slow breath.

"I wish to marry the girl when the King tires of her, your Eminence." He said softly, tightening his jaw.

Cardinal Murphy shot him a funny look as he raised a bushy brow, "Her reputation shall be tarnished. You honestly wish to marry a non-virginal woman with a bastard child?" laughter boomed throughout his apartments.

Kakkarot jumped hearing the belt of laughter and frowned deeply, "Yes, that is what I said, but Bulma shall never be tarnished in my eyes. As for the child I shall care for it like it was my own."

Cardinal Murphy finally waved his hand, "No, I shall not allow it."

"Why not?" he barked, gritting his teeth.

"Damn it boy, leave my sight. We shall speak of this no longer." Murphy went back to his documents, but lifted his eyes to see Kakkarot leave, slamming the door on his way out.

oOo

Bulma leaned over the chamber pot within her room and once again emptied the contents of her stomach. She sat upon the floor and ran a hand over her forehead. The woman that was in the King's rooms when she had awoken brought in one of her beautifully crafted gowns for the joust that was taking place soon. She was expected to show up because her friend Elisabeth had wanted her there.

"Madam, I brought the gown for ye." She smiled showing off the space between her teeth, which honestly gave her character.

"Thank you Nan," she smiled at the older woman and stood.

"Yep, ye are with child for sure. Not to worry. It shall pass. I had sickness like this with my first child. They aren't always the same," she took out some hair pins, preparing to pin Bulma's hair up in a beautiful up do.

Nan helped the girl up and unlaced the corset, helping her out of the skirts and got her prepared for the next dress. As Nan tightened the other corset around her waist, she felt as if the breath was exploding from her chest. Bulma placed a hand upon her chest and closed her eyes trying to get ahold of herself.

"I feel like it shall never get better, Nan." She admitted feeling the woman cease her movements.

"Oh stop that, it shall. It tis the King's little one, am I right?" she asked as she gave one last tug, finishing with the corset.

Bulma was directed to the mirror, where Nan began with her hair, "Yes, but you must not say a word to anyone Nan, the Cardinal said for me to keep it quiet. I know you have a big mouth." She said looking into the mirror to frown at the woman who was standing directly behind her.

"Oh, my lips are sealed, madam." She giggled softly and placed a beautifully beaded head dress upon Bulma's head, "You look like a Queen, Madam." She smiled sweetly.

Bulma chuckled and shook her head, "I am far from it, Nan."

"Don't forget ye favors, Madam. I am sure his Majesty shall be askin' for it." Nan batted her eyelashes. Bulma swiped the lace strand from the woman and wrapped it around his wrist, shooting her a playful grin.

oOo

Bulma and Elisabeth made their way to the wooden stands where the jousting took place. There were bright banners waving in the wind, which showed off the King's insignia. His royal colors were displayed everywhere when the tournaments took place. Elisabeth lifted her chin and saw her husband seated closer to where the Queen had taken her seat on a higher level of the stands. A top had been placed over the Queen and King's spot, which had the best view. Many of the others at court were seated under the shade, but there wasn't room for everyone. Thankfully Robert had saved a seat for the ladies. Bulma felt her stomach twist into knots as the Queen's dark eyes fell upon her. She looked away slowly, giving the blue haired woman an unreadable glance.

"Oh lovely he was able to save us a good seat." Elisabeth grabbed Bulma's small hand within hers and led her through the crowds of people, waiting for the announcer to begin the first jousting match.

Bulma placed a hand upon her stomach, which was rolling. She really hoped her stomach would leave her alone for a while and allow her some peace. The wave of nausea quickly faded as she sat in the coolness of the shade. The breeze was quite nice as well. Robert leaned in and smiled at both of the women.

"It's nice to see you ladies. You are both looking lovely." Robert placed a soft kiss upon Elisabeth's cheek.

Bulma offered the man a smile. She knew he had been drunk the last time they had spoken, but she still had a hard time facing him after their word exchange. He made her uncomfortable. He seemed like a normal man, but then again alcohol seemed to bring out the worst in people.

"Bulma I see his Majesty," Elisabeth whispered to her friend pointing to the group of armored men upon their horses.

Bulma glanced in the direction her friend was pointing in and saw him. His body was completely covered in steel armor. He had his insignia painted upon his breast plate. His head was not yet covered by the helmet, and neither was Radditz's, which they had their horses side by side as they conversed. Vegeta's dark eyes skimmed the crowds and landed on Bulma, offering her a grin as he nodded to her. Bulma smiled and nodded in return.

"He has spotted you," Elisabeth chuckled softly.

"Yes, I see that." Bulma whispered.

Lifting her blue eyes, Bulma glanced to the side to look upon her friend. She felt bad that she hadn't said anything yet to her. She really did want to tell her she was carrying the King's child, but the words of Cardinal Murphy echoed in her mind, constantly reminding her of her vow of silence. Finally an older gentleman stood up on a plate form close to the jousting arena. He held up his hands and waved them, gaining the spectators attention.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the jousting shall commence in a few moments. I would like to present out competitors. We have Radditz Brandon who had been challenged by the King." The older man roared, causing the crowd to cheer with excitement.

Bulma and Elisabeth smiled and clapped with hands softly. The blue haired girl's eyes shifted toward the King, who had spurred his horse in the side and directed the sleek animal in her direction. The King swayed upon the horse with each mighty step. He had a grin on his lips as he approached the stand. He had his jousting stick within his gloved grasp and set up upon the ledge of the stand. Bulma's eyes widened and immediately whispers erupted from behind her.

"Lady Briefs, if you shall allow it I would be very grateful if you allowed me to wear your favors." King Vegeta said in a deep husky tone.

Bulma's cheeks burned bright red, feeling eyes upon her. Slowly she stood, smoothing out her skirts, and looked down upon the man who watched her careful. She truly adored him. Bulma took the blue lacey fabric from her wrist and tied it upon the tip of the jousting stick. Vegeta watched her small petite fingers pull the strand tightly and as she took a step back, the King lifted it high into the air.

"Be safe…" she said softly, which he nodded to her in agreement.

"Do not worry, my Lady." He answered her.

Vegeta's horse slowly made its way to his lane. His steed stomped its hooves upon the dirt covered ground, and reared its head back, growing rather impatient.

Radditz lifted his jousting stick into the air slightly, letting the King know he was prepared for the match. One of the King's attendants handed him his helmet, which he placed upon his head.

Bulma felt Elisabeth reach over and grip her hand tightly. Jousting was always a very dangerous sport, and many people had been killed because they got a splintered stick to the head, or neck. The blue haired woman took in a slow deep breath and glanced to the side of her, which she sat closest to the Queen. The Queen's dark eyes were filled with annoyance. Bulma was almost positive it was because he requested her favors instead of the Queen's. She swallowed hard and looked away, not letting the Queen's fiery gaze get to her.

Once the jousters were ready, the older man shouted for them to begin. The King's horse let out a horse cry as it was spurred in the side roughly. The horse's corded muscles tightened as the limbs lunged forward and sped down the line toward the King competitor. Radditz's horse seemed to speed up rather quickly, but the King's horse was soon to follow. Their jousting sticks were down and pointed in the others lane. Bulma's teeth clenched tightly together, seeing the distance between them closed at an exceptional rate. She could no longer take it; Bulma closed her eyes and gripped her friends hand tighter, which she was sure there was little or no speculation getting her friends finger tips.

Vegeta let out a loud shout as he leaned back some and gripped the handle of the stick. He forcefully shoved the jousting stick out as their jousting sticks were just feet from touching. The King aimed and landed a hit upon Radditz's shoulder, causing the stick to splinter. The man's body was projected from the horse and land in a heap, throwing up dirt in the process.

Vegeta dropped what was left of his stick and hopped down from the horse. Everyone in the stands gasped and lunged forward, watching the still body of Radditz upon the grassless ground.

Bulma's mouth gapped open, fearing for the man, but she was honestly thankful it wasn't Vegeta. She saw him skid to his steel plated knees as he gripped his friend's shoulders and shook him. Vegeta pulled the helmet from Radditz's head and tapped his cheek. He was breathing and just as the tap came, his eyes slowly opened and a wide smile formed upon his face.

"Bastard…" he whispered to the King.

Vegeta let out a loud chuckle and cupped his face, "Ah, so I didn't kill you, ya damn fool." He helped him up and felt the small indent that he had placed upon his friend's armor.

"No, I won't die that easily, your Majesty." Radditz Brandon replied as he rotated his sore shoulder.

"You're a stubborn jack ass, but I am glad you aren't hurt." He cupped the man's other shoulder.

Nappa looked down at Radditz with a grin, "That was a good joust Brandon; maybe later you can challenge me." He roared with laughter.

Radditz glanced up and held up a shaky hand, nodding to the bald headed Duke, who was already upon his horse and ready for his jousting match. He was preparing to joust with another from court who was requested to by the King.

The Jousting went on for another couple hours. The women fanned their face, as the sun started to set in the west and the shade was slowly diminishing. The announcer concluded the matches and everyone was leaving and making their way back to the palace where a bountiful meal had been prepared. She was in no mood for dancing this evening. Bulma stood up and made her way to the back of the stands. She was followed by Elisabeth and Robert.

"This was a little too much excitement for me today. I am glad I didn't have to see the King joust again. I don't think my heart could have handled it." Bulma placed a small hand over her chest.

One of the King's attendants approached Bulma and smiled softly, "Good afternoon, Lady Briefs. The King would like to see in his rooms before the feast."

Bulma glanced over her shoulder seeing Robert turn his head and clear his throat. She flushed softly, but nodded in agreement. She embraced Elisabeth and made her way toward the palace.

oOo

Bulma arrived in the King's chambers. Butterflies were flapping in her belly. She wasn't sure if she could hide her emotions since the idea of having a child was still fresh in her mind. She had just figured out about her condition this morning after realizing she hadn't bled and was now experiencing nausea. Reality had sunk in a little too fast when it came to this possible pregnancy, no not possibility, it was fact.

Slowly walking through the arch of the doorway, the door was softly closed behind her. She took a few nervous steps into the room, not yet seeing Vegeta anywhere. Finally she heard the hard thump of his heels hitting the floor and the sheer fabric was pushed aside. He looked just as stunning as the first time she had seen him. Her breath was always taken from her chest whenever she laid eyes upon him. He was a god.

"Woman…I have missed you dearly." Vegeta said in a husky tone as he scooped her up into his arms and placed hungry kisses down the length of her neck.

Bulma gasped and sighed softly, letting her head fall back so he had better access to her slender neck, "I have missed you, Vegeta." She whispered breathlessly.

"You shall join me at the head of my table tonight. The Queen will not be attending. She wishes to be alone now that she is carrying a child once again. The physician has confirmed that she is indeed with child. Now I can have you all to myself and cease joining her in her chambers at night." Vegeta whispered into her ear, nipping the lobe lightly, causing Bulma to jump and wiggle in his arms.

"I have heard the whispers of the court. I am not surprised. I hope this one shall be male and living." Bulma's lidded eyes watched his face, as the expression darkened.

"Bah, I wish no longer to speak about the Queen. She is not my concern right now. Who I am concerned about it you, woman. What troubles you?" he asked softly, cupping her cheeks with his palms. His rough thumb brushed over the softness of Bulma's perfectly pink lower lip.

"There is nothing troubling me, I am just happy to see you are well after your frightful joust with Sir Brandon." Bulma offered him a smile, with only a small glimpse of fear traveling through her blue eyes.

"You look like you have a lot on your mind. You best not be lying to me. I do not take kindly to lies." Vegeta let his hands drop from her face as he turned from her and sat in a velvet upholstered chair.

"I never wish to displease you, your Majesty." Bulma moved to his side, kneeling down close to his hand and placing a tender kiss upon it.

Vegeta's intense gaze watched her through his dark lashes as he reached up to cup her cheek affectionately. His nostrils flared and just as he was about to speak, Cardinal Murphy entered the room. The look upon the man's face was one of shock and he quickly twisted in a one hundred and eight degree turn, robes and all, and walked toward the exit.

"Wait right there, who let you in?" The King barked, leaning forward in his chair.

"I'm sorry your Majesty, for I had something to share with you. I didn't realize you were busy." He offered the King a nervous smile.

"What news is this?" The King said in a demanding tone.

Bulma rose slowly from her kneeling position and cupped her hands tightly to her belly. Another wave of butterflies hit her belly with an amazing force. The Cardinal had come to speak with the King regarding her. Right? Did he honestly mean to speak to him this quickly?

"Oh, I was hoping I could have an audience with you…alone, your Majesty." The Cardinal bowed slightly, glancing up at his annoyed sovereign.

"No, you shall speak freely. Lady Briefs is held at high esteems with me, Murphy." Vegeta's eyes flashed with anger, and his patients were running thin.

"Well, you see it has to do with Lady Briefs, and I was meant to speak with you privately for her sake." The Cardinal twiddled his thumbs.

"Silence!" Vegeta roared, "I said you shall speak freely, now speak before I have you thrown from my damn court." Vegeta stood up tall, waltzing over to the Cardinal and invading his personal space.

Bulma jumped and covered a hand over her mouth, fearing a noise would escape her lips. She lifted her eyes and saw the King shoot her a furious look from over his shoulder before looking back upon the trembling face of the Cardinal.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my insolence. It shall never happen again," he stammered, "What I came here to speak to you about was Lady Briefs condition…you see…" he paused and opened his mouth, but his words were stolen from him.

"I am with child…that is what he came here to tell you." Bulma spoke loud and clear, pursing her lips tightly together.

Vegeta's eyes widened in shock as the words penetrated his ears. His body slowly turned to face the small petit frame of his lover. His black eyes scanned over her small form and slowly he approached her. He raised a now shaky hand and placed it upon her flat belly.

"My child? It is my child you have in your womb?" he asked softly, as his eyes softened.

"Yes…it is your child that I carry. Who else's would it be?" she felt a smile creep across her face.

Vegeta shook his head and gasped for breath, as small sporadic chuckles escaped his lips. He felt Bulma's small hand slide over his palm. Finally without another word he embraced her tightly, "This is wonderful news. Murphy we shall make plans for my son." He released Bulma and took large strides toward the Cardinal.

Son?

What if it was a girl?

Bulma watched with a confused look upon her face. The words of the Cardinal echoed in her mind briefly, as she swallowed hard.

It shall be up to him whether or not he accepts the child. For instance, if you provide him with a girl your chances are slim.

"You wish to make plans?" the Cardinal blinked.

"Well, of course. I wish my child's mother to be in good health and care." He shot over his shoulder, "Come my Lady." He opened his palm, which Bulma rushed over and took gladly.

"We shall speak about it later, Murphy." The King added.

"Yes your Majesty," the Cardinal pursed his lips and watched the King leave.

The Cardinal sneered as they left. There would be no way this would be accepted in the court if word got out about this. It would be a slap in the face to the Queen, and those who favored her. This was going to create uproar and he knew that. He would have to speak to the overzealous King. He was too wrapped up in the idea of having a living child to see the truth. Bulma Briefs would have to be sent away until the birth of the child, and he was going to see to it. The Cardinal grinned maliciously.

oOo

End of Chapter Nine, and I hope it was well enjoyed. Thank you for reading, and make sure to review!

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