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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 Ten

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oOo

The sound of the instruments floated through the air and made it to her ears as they approached the dining hall. The large open space was now crowded with the King's guests. Bulma tried to leave his side so she could join everyone in the hall when the King was announced upon arrival, but a large hand gripped her wrist and yanked her small frame close to his.

"I wish you to say at my side, my Lady." He slid his fingertips over the soft flesh of her wrist and caressed her soft palm.

Bulma paused and looked up curiously. Her blue eyes sparkled with interest, and a fear sprouted deep within her belly. Why would he want to be presented with her at his side? This would surely get back to the Queen's ears and there would be much gossip. Bulma sighed, knowing that there was already plenty of gossip swarming around the court ever since the King had started their affair.

The loud trumpets sounded throughout the hall, alerting the guests that the King had finally arrived. He immediately guided her hand with his as they scrolled in. The King's head was high as he let his dark eyes scan the crowds of people. The massive crowd parted before the King had entered, allowing him to make his entrance. It seemed to never get old to these people. No matter how many times the King was presented, it was just as grand as the last.

"His Majesty, King Vegeta!" the announcer's voice echoed loudly.

Bulma's blue eyes dropped, and a red hue formed over her porcelain cheeks.

The King led her through the crowd, which his grip was strong and would not ease up. She knew he wanted her by his side for this evening. He would surely not let her leave his sight. Bulma lifted her eyes to watch his expression. He was a grand King, and he was all hers.

Finally being seated at his long dining table, which was placed at the front of the room, the feast had begun. There were tables filled with delights. There was happy banter filling the room and everyone had a smile on their lips. Bulma was quite shocked to see the Queen was absent. It must be because she herself was with child and not allowing herself to be put through any stress. Not even if it was as simple as watching couples dance and be merry.

Bulma shifted her food around on her plate and glanced into the goblet before her, which was filled to the brim with crimson wine. She felt ill. She could not eat. The eyes upon her were a bit distracting and leaving her with an uncomfortable feeling. She was unable to get any of the roasts pheasant down her throat without partially choking, which forced her to drink her wine. The King was laughing loudly as he and another gentleman were discussing and most likely speaking crude jokes, which Bulma did not wish to listen to at this time. She shifted her eyes to a small crowd. There was a man with a velvet hat upon his head. It was adorned with a blue jewel and a beautiful feather. That must be John Sommers. Bulma placed a green grape to her lips and allowing the sweet tasting fruit to be savored as she watched the man's eyes as he cautiously watched the King. Bulma looked up at Vegeta. He immediately shifted his gaze to her and kissed the top of her hand.

"What is wrong? You look troubled? Is it because of the attention you have gained being prented at my side as we arrived?" his black eyebrow rose as he grinned.

"Yes, that is why I am a bit uneasy. I fear I shall not be able to eat much if I have an audience." She chuckled playfully taking another grape between her pink lips.

"Do no worry about them, worry about me. I am here for you. No one shall say a word and get away with it." His eyes darkened as he grabbed a chunk of meat and placed it upon his tongue, chewing it carefully.

Bulma nodded and smiled, trying to ease her troubled mind. Her gaze went straight for this curious man who was now speaking to a petite blue haired woman. She looked to be a couple years younger than her, perhaps fifteen? Bulma wasn't sure, but she did not like the look about her. She had stunning cat like eyes. She was exotic and dressed in French attire. Her bountiful bosom was pressed up into swells because of her beautifully embroidered corset. Bulma could help but sneer in disgust. Surely that man wasn't her father, or was he? Her eyes widened a bit as the two approached the King.

"Ah, John! It is nice to see you back at court. I didn't see you during the joust." King Vegeta surveyed the man who was standing strong before him.

Bulma watched as the beautiful young woman walked elegantly toward the table and flashed the King a playful smile. Bulma shifted her eyes to watch the King's expression carefully to see how he reacted to this girls open flirtation. His eyes quickly swept over the girl and then immediately went back to conversing with the name called John.

"I would like to present my daughter, Marron." He smiled and held out a hand, which his daughter took as she curtsied.

"It is nice to see you here at court, Lady." Vegeta bowed his head and chuckled. His eyes were glued to her form, taking the time to fully inspect this vibrant youth.

Bulma pulled her hand free of the King's, which was hidden by the large table. They said their final respects to the King and then disappeared into the crowds of people. Bulma keep her face completely emotionless, but her emotions were running rampant within her. She couldn't take the sight of that girl flaunting herself in front of him like that. What a whore. Bulma paused a moment and swallowed hard. She couldn't imagine what the Queen must have felt when she was dancing with the King, or to see him openly giving her affection. She must have felt as she did now. The King may not love the Queen, but the Queen surely loved her husband. Bulma was nothing but the King's Mistress. Who was she to lay claim, right?

Vegeta's eye darkened as he felt Bulma's hand roughly shift from his grasp. He looked upon her, but his emotions were masked well. He reached over and roughly gripped her hand, yanking it into his lap.

"What is wrong with you? Do not tell me you are jealous of that? Do you honestly think you have to compete against that?" he asked harshly, whispering it into her ear.

Bulma pulled her ear slowly from his lips and shifted her gaze to the dancers. She swallowed hard and held her head high.

"I don't know, do I have to worry your Majesty?" she glanced up at him, her eyes blazing with anger. He most definitely saw it.

"You had better change that tone with me, woman." He warned and roughly pushed her hand away.

Bulma gripped her skirts and let her head rest against the back of her chair. They said nothing more. The King even left her alone and didn't invite her to join him after the feast in his chambers.

oOo

King Vegeta paced Murphy's chambers with his arms tightly linked behind his back. The soft glow of the candles illuminated the harsh features of his face as he would shift around the room. The Cardinal watched him a moment, unsure how to approach the King about the topic.

"Your Majesty, I am sorry if I offend you, but we need to plan where we will be placing Lady Briefs when she begins to show her condition." The red robed man said as he laced his fingers tightly together on top of his desk.

"Where do you think would be the safest?" Vegeta asked as he paused a moment, lifting his obsidian eyes.

"The place I had in mind was Jericho. It isn't far from the palace. We could provide her with her own servants and food to ensure her health and safely. I know that placing her far from you is not something that you wish, but I feel that for your social standing at court, it is necessary." He tilted his head to the side and forced a smile on his lips.

"My social standing? My social standing shall not be tarnished, Murphy. I am King. It is hers that I worry about. I do not wish her to be shunned from court because of this child." Vegeta said harshly, leaning over the desk to look the man straight in the face.

"Well, what if the bastard is a female?" he asked the King, and slowly leaning back away from the man who was looming over his desk.

"I shall not have a female child. She will give me a son. I know this, Murphy. If it is a female then I shall make arrangements for the child, but I know it won't be female." He slammed his fist upon the desk.

Cardinal Murphy jumped and nodded, "Oh no, of course not sir. It shall of course be a male child." He nodded ridiculously.

"So, prepare the house and make sure when the time comes she is placed in a well cleansed environment with helpful servants to assist in guiding my child into this world." He pointed to the man's desk.

"Your Majesty, there is one other topic I would like to speak to you about." Cardinal Murphy glanced to the side, unable to look the menacing King in the eye when speaking about his newest obsession.

"What would that be?" he raised a dark eyebrow and keep his eyes on the man's pudgy face.

"Well, I was wondering who you would like to marry this woman off to once she has delivered the bastard?" he licked his lips and proceeded to speak, but was cut off when a large hand came down roughly upon his collar.

Vegeta gripped the man's collar tightly and hoisted him up, choking him in the process. His eyes were blazing with rage and his teeth were bared and clenched tightly, "She is my woman. She is my mistress, and therefore she shall be with no others. Do you fucking hear me, buffoon." Vegeta spat as he shoved him back into his chair, causing the front legs to rise off the ground. The Cardinal gasped and waved his arms around, trying to maintain balance. The round man shrieked and fell back in the chair, which left him stunned and glancing up at the ceiling.

King Vegeta huffed and cursed under his breath as his angry slowly receded. He straightened his vest and peaked over the edge of the desk, "See that it is done quickly you fool, or I will have your head on a platter."

King Vegeta strutted out of the Cardinal's chambers, leaving the poor man on the floor and most likely very embarrassed. One of the Cardinal's servants quickly rushed to the man's side and hoisted him up as quickly as his little scrawny arms could.

Murphy grunted and gasped for breath as his eyes shifted to the open door. He cursed and shoved his servant away, irritated with what had just transpired.

oOo

Gasps of passion echoed in Bulma's sleeping chambers. The dark haired man's back was arched and sweat glistened down his toned back as the light from the candles caressed over the contours of his body. Vegeta's head dropped back and his teeth gritted tightly. His strong body thrusted forward causing his hips to flex with each movement. His hands gripped under the blue haired goddesses knees, pulling her body tightly to his as they erupted in a mind blowing climax. He dropped to her chest and buried his face in her azure tresses, breathing in her floral scent. Bulma laced her legs tightly around her King's waist and caressed his brow, placing soft kisses upon it.

She closed her eyes and willed her breathing to slow down. She felt his strong body roll from hers, which created an odd sadness to stir within her. These moments they shared together she cherished greatly. This was the man she adored and loved with all her being. He was King, and it was in her duty to serve and love the King, but this was different. She would love him either way. She would love him if he was a farmer, or a simple merchant. This was the man who completed her, mind, body, and soul.

She placed a hand upon her chest and let her head roll to the side. He would most likely wish to sleep. Bulma opened her eyes and glanced to the side seeing him lying upon the sheets. His face was buried against the pillows. She reached over and stroked his course hair softly with her fingertips. He had taken her rough this night. He had used her quickly, and said no more than a few words to her since they began their rough coupling. She was shocked to see him in her rooms. He had nearly busted down her down upon entrance and took what he desired from her immediately. She wondered if he would sleep with her in her bed.

"I think…I…am falling…in love with you, woman." He shifted his head away from the pillow so his words could be heard.

Bulma's smile quickly faded away and a look of shock took over, which caused her to lifted up on her arms and lean over him, "You think…or?" she felt tears coming to her eyes.

"I know…" he finally added. Bulma ran a flat palm down to the middle of his back, watching his muscles tighten. He wouldn't look upon her. Did he mean what he said?

"I love you with everything I am, my love, my King." She whispered, placing a soft kiss to his ear.

He still lay motionless. She trailed her fingernails over the olive tone skin and slowly leaned in and placed her forehead upon his shoulder, "Vegeta…?" she said softly.

She pulled back and shifted her body so she could see his face, which he was hiding from her. Bulma's eyes widened, but then a soft smile came to her lips.

He was sleeping.

oOo

Summer was almost over, and the warmth would soon be mixed with wonderfully cool air, which was Bulma's favorite season. The changing of the leaves and sweet smell of apple pies was sometimes too much for her to handle. Her mother brought in another basket of freshly picked apples. They had just recently ripened from the tree and most likely were brought because of the King. She had been craving them more than anything else, though she did go through a phase of eating nothing but meat pies. It had been nearly four months sense she had last bled. She was indeed with child. Her breasts were tenderer, and not to mention had grown in size. She even started to show just a bit. Her mother told her it would be some time before she would be a good size. She figured it was because this was her first child.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Beatrice asked her placing her hands around her daughter's face.

"I am well. I guess I still can't believe that I have a child growing within me. I am starting to show more." She smiled warmly, glancing up at her mother's kind face.

"Yes, I can see that. The King had these apples brought to you. He knows you have been craving them." Beatrice chuckled and handed her one, which Bulma quickly bit into.

"I believe we have everything packed that will be going to Jericho with us." Beatrice placed her hand upon her hips and smiled seeing her husband and Chi-chi as they entered the dining hall of Bulma's apartments.

"Is everything prepared for the journey? I wish to leave today. We will get there by dinner time, and I know that the servants have already received word that we shall be arriving." John smiled as he approached his daughter and cupped her face, "How is my sweet daughter?" he shifted his eyes to the apple.

"I am well, father. Everything has been prepared. Mother has been doing a wonderful job. I was trying to get things prepared a bit quicker, but she insisted that I sit and rest. I honestly hope I won't be treated like precious china throughout the entire pregnancy." Bulma huffed and took another bite into her apple, frowning when she saw Chi-chi chuckling softly.

"Well of course we are going to treat you as such. You are carrying the Kings child within your belly. Are you raving mad? You must never exert yourself, for it is risking the child within you." He scolded his daughter and quickly walked to the kitchen to retrieve a cup of wine.

"You are showing, I can tell." Chi-chi smiled and placed a hand upon the rounded belly.

"Yes, and it scares me because the more I show the more quickly this child arrives." Bulma placed her half eaten apple upon the table, "I do not wish to be away from him." She whispered as she blinked back tears.

"You shall come back as soon as you have delivered the child. The King adores you, which I am not sure how this all happened, but Uncle seems to be thrilled. Not to mention you have given this family great fortune." She smiled sweetly, embracing her blue haired cousin.

"Oh Chi-chi, I have missed you greatly." She felt tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Oh I have been here, you have just been too busy with his Majesty." She pinched her cousin playfully, "Oh no, Bulma, don't you cry. It will all be fine. Your child shall be healthy, and absolutely adorable." She held her tighter.

"What if he forgets about me?" she whimpered against the dark haired girl's chest.

"He could never forget about you. You shall be the mother of his only living child, and if it is male, well than you shall have great power. I am sure of it." She stroked Bulma's cheeks.

"I wish only him, not power, or to be Queen. I only wish to be with him." She glanced up at Chi-chi.

Chi-chi's dark eyes widened in surprise, "It shall be fine. You must keep your thoughts pure and focused on your duty. That is to deliver a healthy child, do you understand?" she tilted her chin up.

"Yes, I know." Bulma sniffled softly and held back her emotional tears.

"Once you give the King a living child, all will be well." She smiled softly to her blue haired cousin.

"You must remember I am not the only one waiting to deliver a child," Bulma hinted at the Queen's condition.

Chi-chi looked down and simply nodded.

oOo

The King watched as the carriages rolled off into the distance. He wouldn't see her until their son was born. He planned on seeing her before, but he knew he couldn't risk it. The court was already buzzing with news about a possible pregnancy. His Mistress was the center of the attention at court.

Vegeta gripped the window sill tightly, causing his knuckles to grow white. He let his head rest against the cool glass and his eyes to slowly close as his thoughts drifted to back to his woman. The Briefs girl was an enigma. Her body, her scent, that beautiful blue hair drove him wild. How was he to last another five months without the comfort her body was able to give him?

Vegeta's eyes snapped open as the sound of heavy footsteps slowly came up from behind him, "What do you want?" he asked harshly.

"I am sorry to bother you, your Majesty, but I am here to inform you that Lady Briefs and her family is now in the process of moving their items to Jericho." The Cardinal said softly as he clutched his papers to his chest.

"I could see that clearly from my windows, if you haven't noticed where my room is." He glanced over his shoulder, shooting daggers at the man.

Murphy swallowed and looked around the King's chambers, "She shall be back before you know it, Majesty." He smiled softly seeing him turn around, "I know that having a woman as beautiful as Bulma would be a hard thing to let go of during a time like this. She indeed is holding your child within her womb." He added.

"Yes, this is a difficult time, but I know it is safe for her. She doesn't need the stress of court when she is going through her pregnancy." He placed his hands upon his desk.

"You are still King, and as King you are of course able to have other affairs to ease your trouble mind. Perhaps… Marron Summors?" The Cardinal raised a brow seeing the King's features cloud with conflict.

"Isn't she that blue haired woman? The daughter of John Summors?" the King pretended not to be interested as he cleared his throat, though the look of impatience in his eyes to figure out this bit of information told the Cardinal everything he needed to know.

"Perhaps this would give court another reason to keep quiet about Lady Briefs. Especially if they see another woman has caught his Majesty's eye." The cardinal grinned hoping he would take the bait.

King Vegeta quickly turned and said nothing to the scheming man. His thoughts shifted back to his blue haired woman. The woman who could make him laugh and pleased him like no other woman had. She was even going to be giving birth to his child. She would produce a living child, which he hoped with all his heart was the male he so much longed for. His eyes narrowed as he vaguely remember the face of that young girl. Her features were so much like Bulma's. She would most likely never compare, but the Cardinal was right. He needed to find a distraction.

"Fine, arrange it." He shot over his shoulder.

The short stubby Cardinal grinned with delight as he bowed deeply before leaving the King to his thoughts.

oOo

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