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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 11

Author's Note: I felt the hate radiating from my readers after posting this. I was honestly scared I was going to be called all sorts of names. I know… I know how could I possibly do this to our favorite couple? I am sorry, don't throw stones. I am going to take the time to answer one of the questions, which was posted by Ashley. Since I can't reply in a private message the answer to your question is 'no', it is not Anne Boleyn's sister. Who could it be? I'll give you one hint though. Marron is supposed to be Anne Boleyn's sister, but there will be no one to play Anne Boleyn. I will be sure to point you all in the right direction once I am finished with this story, so if you are interested you may look up information.

But please keep in mind; I am changing the ending to this story. It will be a lot different than what I originally intended.

One last thing, in the last chapter I spelt Maron's name as "Marron" and I apologize. I have been watching the Japanese version of DBZ lately and I saw her name spelt on the subtitles and nearly died because I had already posted the chapter, so I will keep it as "Marron" just so I don't look stupid, and then after it is done I will go back and change it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters! The first steps admitting it.

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Bulma writhed in pain, rubbing her legs together and gripping the sheets. There was a soft glistening layer of sweat now covering her brow as another wave of contractions took over, sweeping through her midsection and rippling up her back. They had grown worse over the past few hours. Her ladies had been rushing around, collecting basins of heated water and many towels for the entire process.

The midwife had been with her the entire time. The older woman soothed her with kind words, telling her she was praying for the safe delivery of her child. Bulma swallowed hard thinking of everything she had done in her life. Her eyes shifted to Chi-chi who was standing close to the bed with a frightened look upon her face and tears in her eyes. Bulma forced a smiled upon her dry lips and reached out a hand, clasping hers.

"Don't cry, I am fine Chi. This is normal pain…" Bulma winced, feeling pain ripple across her swollen belly.

"I am scared…" Chi-chi admitted before tightening her hold on Bulma's hand.

Of course Chi-chi had every right to feel scared because many women died in the process of delivering their children. Maybe because they child wouldn't come, or because of infection. The possibilities were endless.

By the time her water broke she had been in pain for hours. The gush of water caused her to shoot up on her elbows and immediately clutch the thin fabric covering her now drenched thighs, which ended in panic among her ladies telling her they were clearly inexperienced. Bulma knew this would happen at some point, and it told her that the baby would soon be coming, and she would be allowed to push any time.

The midwife prepared her, telling her the baby was in position and when she felt the pressure she needed to push. Bulma began to feel an odd pressure on top of the intense contractions racking her body, causing her to grip the sheets and wail in pain. Her ladies tried to dap moisten towels upon her forehead, and say calming things to get her attention, but nothing seemed to be able to grab her attention from the tight hold the contractions had upon her.

"Madam, you need to focus for the babe's sake, I beg you." The woman said gripping Bulma's ankles, forcing them apart.

Bulma felt the strong urge to slam them closed, wishing no one to reach for the source of her pain. The blue haired woman felt tears begin to stream down her face, and her breathing became irregular as she tried to calm herself enough to push.

"Come on, madam. I know you can do this, push for the babe…" the woman smiled trying to keep Bulma's shaking legs upon.

Bulma let out a loud shriek of pain, which echoed throughout her chambers. Her back arched as she felt like her body was being torn in two. There was too much pressure and too much pain. It felt like she was dying, and at this point she didn't know how much more her body could take.

Her stomach immediately twisted, feeling a wave of nausea hit her, but with the next contraction Bulma immediately pushed leaning into it as she did so. She worried about her well-being, but most importantly it was the child.

After an hour of desperate pushing, Bulma felt the child slip wetly from between her thighs and into the waiting towel. The midwife praised her with a smile upon her lips. The child, which came into the world, had immediately started to scream after a few silent seconds, which felt like hours. Bulma's blue eyes scanned for the child. She tried to get up but was advised against it.

"Miss, please lay down. You have just given birth we must collect the after birth." An older woman spoke softly retrieving a bucket, which after another wave of contractions hit her; it was taken away without another word. Bulma was then tended to, having clean clothing prepared for her. They collected clean sheets and bedding material, but the only thing in her line of vision was the child, kicking its little limbs and wailing. What strong lungs it had.

Chi-chi came to her side after observing the child. She had glistening tears streaming down her cheeks, "He is beautiful, Bulma. He is just the loveliest boy I have ever laid eyes upon." She leaned in and kissed her cousin upon the cheek.

Bulma paused, and smiled brightly looking in her child's direction, "Boy…?" she felt the word leave her dried lips.

Chi-chi nodded and smiled brightly, "Yes, you have given the King a son."

Bulma laid her head upon her damp pillow and allowed a breath to escape her lips, "The King has a son…" she whispered to herself.

oOo

Kakkarot sat on one of the benches flipping through his book of poetry when Elisabeth rounded the corner with her skirts in her grip. Her eyes were filled with happiness when they landed upon him.

He cleared his throat and shut his book, letting his feet drop to the floor. He leaning over, placing his elbows on his knees, "What has you in such a joyful mood?" Kakkarot chuckled, raising a brow.

"She is in labor," She whispered into his ear, pulling back to get a better view of his face.

"What? How did you figure this out?" Kakkarot asked, jumping up from his seated position.

"Bulma's father has just arrived and requested one of the King's Physicians." Elisabeth clasped her hands together, "I have been hoping everything is alright. I wonder if she had delivered a healthy child." Elisabeth's green eyes shifted to the spanning windows in the large hall.

"Are you sure everything is alright? What if it isn't because she is giving birth?" Kakkarot's dark eyes filled with worry as he paced the floor. He had been worried sick ever since she had left months before.

He was angered with the Cardinal for completely dismissing his request to visit her. He did not care what the King had to say; for this was the woman he loved dearly. She had been alone without any of her friends. Kakkarot couldn't say she was completely alone because she had her family with her, but she didn't have those that had been closest to her and understand what she was going through. He just hoped she was well, and that she would deliver a healthy child, and soon possibly be allowed to visit her.

"Kakkarot, I am sure everything is just fine. Bulma is a young woman, and I pray there will be no complications. All you can do is hope for the best, but since they are calling for the Physician, I am assuming she had already given birth to the child. It is the midwives duty to assist with the birth." Elisabeth chuckled softly, placing her fingers over her upturned lips, watching the interesting look that flashed over his face. She could only imagine what the man was thinking. When it came to child birth, the men usually stood around and conversed until someone came with the good news.

"I wasn't born yesterday you know, I am aware of some things. Just because I am a man does not mean I don't know certain womanly…things." Kakkarot sniffed and rubbed the back of his neck, allowing Elisabeth to sit next to him on the bench after he finished pacing.

"Relax, I was only teasing. I am sure we will be allowed to see her soon. She lives in a home not too far from the palace. Once she has had some time to heal, I am sure she will be coming back to court." Elisabeth smiled sweetly, gripping his hand between her palms.

Kakkarot swallowed and nodded, "Yes, you are right." He let his mind wander once again. He grew more nervous as the days went by. With Marron at court, being allowed to follow the King around whenever she pleased, he wasn't sure where Bulma's place would be here at court any longer.

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"Your Majesty, if I may be granted a moment of your time…" the King's physician asked kindly, placing a hand upon his rounded belly as he bowed in respect.

King Vegeta lifted his head, which caused his hand to pause upon the flattened piece of parchment. A dark eyebrow lifted, "What is it now?"

"It is about the Queen, my King," the man's face was pale, and his eyes wide hinting he was nervous. Not to mention there were glistening droplets of perspiration upon his brow.

King Vegeta tossed the writing utensil to the side, splattering ink across the wooden desk top, "Well, out with it. Let me guess she has once again failed to deliver me with a living son?" he sneered, waving the man closer.

"Um, yes…but it is only because the most peculiar thing happened as of lately, your Majesty." The man situated the small cap upon his head and licked his dry lips.

"Damn it man, spit it out." Vegeta gritted his teeth and pounded a fits upon the table top.

The plump man jumped in shock and began to stutter, trying his hardest to spit out the words, "W-well you see, the Queen showed all the signs of being with child. Her stomach swelled and she even reported soreness in her…breasts. We placed her away in confinement with her ladies, but as of recently the swelling went down and it has been replaced with immense pain, your Majesty."

Vegeta leaned in, placing each arm carefully upon the top of his desk, "So, she wasn't carrying a child then?" he asked a bit confused.

"No, we believe not. W-what we think it is…well…to be frank…we think," the man jumped again when the King knocked over his chair and glided over to where the Physician was standing, gripping the collar of his robes.

"What did I say…spit it out," he snarled into the man's face.

"Yes sir, it is a tumor we believe. If this is the case, the Queen might not have much longer in this life." He whimpered softly, shrinking in the man's grasp.

The King's tight grip lessoned and he slowly turned his back on the man, placing his arms behind his back. He took in a deep breath as an overabundance of thoughts began to over flow his brain, "You are dismissed. Be sure to provide comfort for Queen during this time," he shook his head and closed his eyes slowly.

"Yes, I shall your Majesty. Thank you." He bowed and hurried from the room as fast as his little plump legs could carry him. Vegeta watched him leave and as soon as he was gone from sight, one of his door boys entered and bowed.

"Your Majesty, Lady Summors is here requesting an audience with you." The young man's eyes lifted to see a look of disgust flash over his features.

That blasted woman had been attached to his arm ever since he had bedded her just a few weeks ago. He had showed her off like a prized horse and quickly grew annoyed with her obnoxious glances, and loud giggles. The woman had amazingly good looks, and she had been decent in between the sheets, but she wasn't her. He had her once and after that he found it hard to keep the bile from rising in his throat. That woman who he had shared his heart with seemed to be the only person in his thoughts lately. Her and the child she carried. He truly hoped that soon she would give him the child he longed for, and safely proceed through the birthing process. His heart sank every time he thought of her in pain. He truly hoped she was safe, and comfortable.

He couldn't believe he hadn't seen her since she had been gone. He had not written her or lain eyes upon her at all. The last memory of her lingered in his mind and replayed constantly. The memory of her stepping into the carriage and riding away to Jericho so she may birth their child was so vivid in his mind.

"Your Majesty…" the woman purred softly, flashing her blue eyes in his direction with a saucy expression upon her lips.

"Marron, what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked placing his arms around his back and taking in her lovely appearance, which he could not deny.

"I was getting worried. I was hoping you had not forgotten about me. I hoped you didn't invite another woman to warm your bed." She stepped closer, trailing his fingers up his beautifully embroidered vest.

"I have not been worrying about who will warm my bed, Marron." He glared down at her, gripping her wrist and pushing it away.

The aqua haired girl lifted her glistening eyes and pouted, "Have I displeased your Majesty? Was I not good enough for you? Is it because I am not her…" Marron gasped seeing the look of anger flash across his face. His breath caressed over her face.

"Her? What do you speak of? Who is this woman you are bringing up?" he snapped, causing his eyes to flash angrily.

"I heard you…um…I heard you call her name when we spend that…that evening together. You said…Bulma… she was your mistress, was she not?" Marron's eyes shifted to his lips, seeing they had tightened into a straight line.

"Do not speak her name. I do not wish to speak of her to you. You were a mistake…a mistake that I wish never to happen again. You may leave, and never come requesting an audience again if you wish to keep that head of yours." He sneered, gripping her thin wrist and shoving her toward the door, causing her to flee from his chambers sobbing hysterically.

Vegeta lifted his head and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. He took in a slow deep breath and shook his head. What had he done? He had completely betrayed the woman he cared a great deal for, just because his advisor suggested it. The court would be swarming with gossip about it. He couldn't show his face to her if she were to figure out of his night of passion with that horrifying woman.

His mind then slipped to his current wife. She had been showing signs of pregnancy, but the mass in her abdomen ceased to swell. This led the physician's to think it was a tumor, only to lead to her death. What would happen if she were to die? Bulma could quite possibly deliver a living child, and if this were to happen then he could easily make her his wife. Would they allow such a thing, a mistress becoming a wife and the Queen of England?

Vegeta growled and sat down in one of his velvet chairs, gripping the arms of the chair tightly. Her beautiful face flashed in his mind, causing a grin to form on his lips. Her beautiful smile, her soft kisses, and the warm and loving embrace she offered every night they joined as a man and woman do. He pursed his lips and looked around, thinking of the day and month. It would be any time now that his child would be born into this world.

Another knock sounded at the door, which caused an irritated growl to escape his lips, "What? Who in God's name is it now?" he slammed his fist upon the arm of the chair and glared at the door.

The door cracked open, which revealed the boy's eyes peeking into the door, but once he was spotted he opened it quickly and slowly walked in to bow once again, "I am sorry to both you again your Majesty," he said softly, careful not to make eye contact.

"Yes, it seems that today it shall never stop, just invite them in…" King Vegeta stood up and waved his hand, looking to the ground.

"Yes your Majesty." He said softly, as he presented the man to the King and allowed the man to walk in, which truly wasn't a surprise.

Another one of his three Physicians were here, and they most likely wished to speak with him about the Queen, "More information about the Queen I see," he ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"No your Majesty, this information is from Jericho." He clasped his hands tightly together and offered a kind smile to his sovereign.

King Vegeta's head shot up, "What is the news?" he moved closer, letting his eyes scan over the man's face.

"Do not worry your Majesty, it tis a happy time. Lady Briefs has given you a healthy son."

oOo

Bulma ran her fingers over the fabric covering the boy. She tucked him closer to her breast, allowing the infant to snuggle closely. She couldn't help but smile as she watched his little body sleep. He must have been exhausted, just as she was. She didn't mind at all, for she was worried about his wellbeing.

Bulma shifted the blanket from the top of his small head and ran her fingertips over the lavender locks of hair.

"He has interesting coloring, Bulma." Beatrice smiled as she stood close by her daughter's bedside.

"Yes, that he does. He seems to have blue eyes," she smiled and traced her finger tips over his soft glistening lips, which after feeling his mother's touch the infant's mouth opened and his small head turned as if looking for a food source, "Oh mother, he is just perfect. I wish to give him the world."

"Oh, I am sure you will and much more. You have given the King his first child, and it is a male. So much will be provided…to him." Beatrice smoothed her skirts and cleared her throat. Her eyes immediately dropped to the floor, unable to look upon her daughter who had turned her gaze from the child to her.

"Bulma do not worry, I am sure the King is most pleased with you." Chi-chi smiled softly entering the room with more blankets and items for the child.

Women were in and out of the room, cleaning and preparing everything for the child. They had even brought in a beautiful bassinet that was hand crafted especially for the child when it was born. It was the one gift to the child she had received from the King himself.

"I know he will be pleased. That does not worry me; it is his absence that had been worrying me to death." Bulma said softer as her child arched and clutched his little hands, letting a little whimper escape his tiny lips.

Beatrice lifted her eyes and smiled, "Well Bulma, I have told you time and time again that the love of a King isn't easy to hold. You cannot expect a King to drop everything for the likes of you." Beatrice said a little harshly, which Chi-chi rewarded her Aunt with a look of shock.

"Madam, I do not mean to be rude, but Bulma has carried a child for the King. The least he could do was come visit her. It is his responsibility just as much as it is my cousins." She placed her hands upon her hips.

"Ah, yes my dear Niece. It is the King's responsibility, but he also had the right to choose who he gives his favor to. The word that you should always remember is 'King'. With him being King he can do as he pleases and forget whomever he wants." Beatrice said with a sigh, lifting her hand and tapping her finger tips over her lips.

"I find that very wrong." Chi-chi said making a rude sound in the process.

"Please do not speak in that tone about the King. He is the father to my son, and I shall not hold it against him for not coming. He surely has been busy tending to courtly things." Bulma rationalized it quickly before looking down and stroking her whimpering son's cheek.

"Well, if you only knew he had another whore at his side, I am sure you would think differently wouldn't you Bulma." Her mother's gaze snapped toward her daughter, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Aunt Beatrice, truly those things should not be spoken about at a time like this!" Chi-chi scolded.

Beatrice lifted her head high and exited the room, "I will be waiting for your father. He should be back from court soon." She shot over her shoulder.

"Is it true?" Bulma felt her lower lip trembling.

"I am afraid that Marron Summors has been bedding the King. That is what Uncle has said anyway." Chi-chi sat at the edge of Bulma bed and reached for her hand, only to have it snapped away from her touch.

"How long?" she asked, shooting a hurt filled glance toward her cousin.

"How long has he been bedding her?" Chi-chi asked placing her hands upon her skirts.

"No, how long have you known?" the blue haired woman asked in a low tone, which her eyes flashed to one of her ladies, motioning for her to approach the bed. Bulma shifted her son in her arms and offered the now sleeping boy to the woman so that she may put him in his bassinet.

"Um…well, I have known for a while, but the reason why I haven't told you is because Uncle made me swear on the bible that I would not bring up such things while you were…well in your previous condition." Chi-chi swallowed hard, knowing all too well that she had betrayed her cousin's trust. She just hoped she could forgive her because it was honestly for her best interest.

"How could he do this to me?" Bulma whimpered softly and leaned back against the pillows. She felt glistening tears form in her eyes.

"Bulma, he is a King. He may do as he pleases. You were his Mistress. You of all people know what it means to be a Mistress. The man has a wife for god sakes." Chi-chi leaned in against the opposite pillow, watching her cousin hold back unshed tears of frustration.

"He said he loved me," Bulma whispered.

"I bet he tells everyone that," Chi-chi said softly.

"No he doesn't. I professed my love to him before he ever did, and he always pushed those emotions clear from the conversation. He was sincere the time he spoke it to me." Her eyes shifted around as if she were reliving the events.

"Could you have been mistaken? Could it have been in his moment of…passion?" Chi-chi asked placing her hands upon her stomach.

"I don't know anymore, my dear cousin. Maybe it was all a game." Bulma was now allowing her thoughts to cloud within her mind, only causing more stress to build within her.

"Bulma, stop this. You have a beautiful son, and this family will let nothing happen to you. I promise." Chi-chi leaned in and embraced her cousin, "just relax, for your son."

oOo

Weeks went by and there was no word from the palace or from the King. Bulma started to question the validity of his words to her the last time they spent a passion filled night together. He hadn't written her to congratulate her on the birth of their son, nor has he come by to see the small life they had created. Bulma sat in her rooms alone most days.

She would curl up in a ball and allow time to pass, wondering and worrying about what events were taking place at the palace. Why hadn't he spoken with her? This was a time of joy. This was a time when the parents would come together and embrace the life they created.

He is married…

Of course the King was married to that Spanish woman, and she seemed to have a tight grip on him. The Pope would never allow a divorce even if Bulma truly asked him to go through with it. Their marriage had been consummated and valid in the eyes of the church and there was nothing that was going to change that. It just made Bulma all the more insecure because she now had to face facts. Yes, there fling was pleasure filled and wonderful because he had showered her with gifts, attention, and even given her a son. Of course when it came down to it she was just his Mistress. She was the woman who had bedded the King and ended up with child in the process.

Bulma cried herself to sleep some nights, praying that life would only get better for her and the son she had given birth to just a couple weeks past. She hadn't even given him a name because she hoped that the King would show up, take their precious son in his arms, and give him a fitting name.

She lay there with her hands fisting the sheets upon her bed and looked in the bassinet that was placed directly beside her side. She hadn't wanted it to move since she had given birth to the little life sleeping within it. She wanted to keep her eyes on him at all times. She wanted to protect him and love him.

Vegeta…

Bulma reached out a soft hand, allowing her index finger to trace over the small part of her son's hand, smiling when he clutched tightly. The blue haired woman leaned in to see a pair of matching blue eyes staring up at her. He was precious and had completely captured her heart.

Bulma lifted her head hearing a soft knock upon the door. After a moment of silence her mother slipped in, a smile upon her carefully painted lips.

"Someone is here to see you my dear," she walked over and opened a few of the curtains to allow some sort of light into the room.

Bulma shifted up and started to stroke her beautifully braided hair and cleared her throat. A wave of anxiety rushed over her and butterflies immediately fluttered within her stomach.

He had finally come…

"Who…Who is it?" she cleared her throat, finding it hard to speak at this very moment.

"The Cardinal is here with some news." Beatrice glanced over her shoulder, moving the last curtain over and stepping closer to the bed to situate the sheets, "Bulma you will start joining us for meals. You cannot be cooped up in this room everyday…" she sighed seeing the sad look in her daughter's eyes.

"Daughter…let me help you get ready for the Cardinal. I do not wish to keep him waiting." Bulma's mother said softly helping her out of bed and quickly getting her ready in a simple outfit.

The Cardinal was allowed into her chambers with her mother present just as soon as she was ready to receive him. Bulma kept a calm look upon her features, but couldn't help but feel a bit of shock to see her father was also joining the trio.

"Your Eminence…" Bulma said plainly, offering the man a simple curtsy.

"Ah, there you are. Lady Bulma Briefs, you look absolutely stunning. Motherhood suits you rather well." The large man offered her a large smile, which Bulma did not return.

"Where is his Majesty? Why does he not come himself? Does he not acknowledge the son he had created?" Bulma asked in a rude tone, which she was rewarded with a look from her mother and father.

"His Majesty has been busy with the countries affairs. He does send his thanks to you for delivering him a son." The Cardinal's eyes shifted to the small boy who was fussing in his bassinet "May I?" he asked taking a few steps toward the child.

Bulma nodded once and crossed her arms over her chest, shooting a look of annoyance toward her mother and father, "Will he come?" she finally asked seeing the look of pleasure that was clear upon the Cardinal's face.

"He looks just like his Majesty. Of course the coloring must have come from your side, my dear." He chuckled softly and then took a few steps away, "I shall have to inform his Majesty that his son is healthy and quite striking."

"Cardinal Murphy, will you not answer my questions?" Bulma snapped taking a few large strides closer to him.

"He will not be coming to Jericho, but his Majesty wishes you appearance at court. That is why I am here. You will bring the boy. He will tell you what he wishes with the boy, as well as to make sure you are well enough. He wishes you father and mother to join you as well as your cousin. Here…" he said softly offering her a note in the King's hand, "This will tell you when he expects you to arrive. Bring all your things." He said softly.

"Yes, thank you, your Eminence." She curtsied and bit back her anger.

The King had this fool come and deliver his messages. What, she didn't deserve a proper greeting? Bulma pursed her lips, holding back her tears of anger seeing the man leave.

I guess that is what you get for offering yourself to the King…

oOo

Goodness this chapter was a hard one for me to write. I just wasn't into it as I was with the other chapters. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.
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