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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 12

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The curtains were pulled not allowing light into the room. The soft glow of a single candle placed carefully upon a wood table next to the bed flickered illuminating a small portion of the room. Two ladies stood near the bed side, looking down upon the withering Queen. Her hands were placed carefully upon her breasts as she watched the physician enter slowly, bowing in respect. Adonia's eye's lifted slowly, regarding the man carefully. Her dark eyes widened slightly as she forced her body up further upon her pillow.

"My Queen," The older gentleman replied, lifting his head to lay eyes upon the sickly woman lying in the dark room.

"Have you come with word about the King? God only knows he shall not visit me knowing I am ill." The Queen took in a shaky breath and tried to swallow, but found it hard for her throat felt like it was coated with sand paper.

"Yes, I have spoken with the King, he sends his love and best wishes to you. He only prays for your full recovery as soon as possible." He offered her a faint smile, cupping his hands near his rounded belly.

Adonia began to chuckle softly, causing small crinkles to form near her eyes. The poor woman looked like she had aged twenty years in a matter of a week as the illness ate its way through her fragile body, "I think the King is praying, but not necessarily for the Lord to work in my favor." She raised a dark eyebrow and shifted her eyes toward her ladies, "none the less, send my love and thanks." She spoke ever so softly, clutching the sheets.

"I shall, my Queen. Is there anything else you would like me to prepare for you?" the stout man asked as he toyed with the simple gold rings upon his fat fingers.

"I request someone to help me prepare a document in which I will entitle a few of my items to those I was close with, including my husband," she coughed softly feeling bile rise in her throat. The pain was getting to be too much for her to handle. Her hand gripped the cloth near her throat as she winced in pain. The Physician immediately moved closer to her bed side and reached out for her.

"Lady, please you must keep the thoughts of death away. We are trying…" he was immediately cut off.

"I was not born yesterday, I know full well what death looks like and I know my time on this earth is coming to an end…" she whispered, which caused both of her ladies to begin sobbing out of grief for their Queen. The loudest was Lady Howard.

Adonia swallowed hard and lifted her hand, allowing the physician to lean in and kiss it respectfully before she completely dismissed him; she pulled him closer, "I beg you to deliver this letter to his majesty." Her crackling voice said just above a whisper, which then she pulled a sealed letter from under her blankets and pressed it to his hand. He gripped it tightly and exited, leaving her alone with her two ladies.

"Do not cry for me, for I shall be going to a good place. A place where I will no longer suffer and my husband shall finally be rid of me. I am sure this will please him greatly, for I was never truly important except for to bare children, and even then I have failed as a wife." She said in a sad tone.

"My Lady, please you must not speak in such a way. You are a wonderful woman, and have only done as your husband, the King, wished of you." Lady Howard whispered harshly as she wiped away streaming tears.

"He is a good King; do not think badly about him. What worries me is that woman that he had flaunted around his court. Is it true she carries his child?" her glistening eyes lifted to Lady Howard. The woman's eyes widened in shock and she quickly looked down, gripping her hands tightly together.

"What is it?" The Queen immediately inquired.

"Yes, my Queen, she was with child." Lady Howard whispered softly.

Queen Adonia quickly picked up on the emphasis and raised a brow, "Tell me, what the gender of this child is?" her voice now quivered.

Lady Howard lost her words, opening her mouth to speak, but found no words were able to escape. Finally the girl next to her piped up, "It was a male, my Lady." She said with down cast eyes.

The Queen's eyes widened and immediately her hands lifted to cover her face as she let out a terrifying wail.

oOo

The carriages were packed completely to the hilt and it had been miserable for them all to move back to the palace, which the King awaited them to arrive. Bulma sat in one of the cushioned seats and held her sleeping son to her breasts. He had been crying all morning, and nothing seemed to calm the poor child. She even tried her hardest to get him to latch on to her breast, but that failed. Not to mention her mother had scolded her once again for feeding him from her own breasts. She did not care that she 'lowered' herself to a peasant's level, for this was her son and she wished to be a mother completely to him. She had refused a wet nurse from day one and she wasn't about to go back on that.

Bulma rocked him carefully against her swollen breasts, easing him closer to her belly. They were painfully full and she knew if they didn't arrive at the palace soon to feed him she would be uncomfortable for the rest of the day.

"Stop fidgeting, you are making me nervous. I do not wish him to wake up and start wailing again." Beatrice glanced over the bunched up blanket to see the sweet slumbering face of her grandson. The older woman couldn't help but reach in and caress his rosy cheek.

"I can't help it, I am trying to situate him differently, mother." She whispered harshly. Her blue eyes lifted a moment as she happened to see the massive palace, which was a glorious sight to be found. Not to mention Bulma was grateful to be back so she could see Kakkarot and Elisabeth.

They were escorted back to their own personal rooms, which was rather nice. They had been freshly cleaned for them. She had her old bed back, which she had completely been take with in her early months of pregnancy before she was rudely sent away from the prying eyes at court.

Bulma quickly fed her son upon arrival, which eased him and her both. Her son was then laid to rest, and the ladies immediately intercepted him upon awakening. They changed him, and even washed him for her. Bulma was grateful. Much to Bulma's surprise there was a beautiful box lying upon the pillows of her bed. She hadn't noticed it because her watchful gaze was glued to her screaming son, who didn't seem to care for his wipe down.

One of her ladies had pointed the box out, suggesting she might want to open it. Bulma hesitated, hoping it wasn't from the King, for his little mind games would no longer work on her. Much to her surprise she opened the box to find a brilliantly sparkling necklace with a blue jewel dangling from a braided chain of gold. Along with it was a small square note, which said:

To the mother of my son…

-KV

Bulma tossed the small note back in the box and quickly shut it, not wishing to look at the bribe any longer. He would be trying to work things out with her now that she was back in his grasp and now that she had given him a son, which he so desperately wanted.

There would be no talking about the topic. He had broken her heart. He had been in the arms of another woman during a delicate time in her life. She had given him everything. She had given him her maidenhead, her love, and best of all a son. What more could a man need in this life. She was completely dedicated to him. Bulma's body language apparently frightened her ladies, because they would flinch every time she made a quick moment. The box had completely ruined her mood and they knew that.

"Oh for goodness sakes, take this out of my sight." Bulma spoke harshly and shoved the box into the hands of one of her ladies, which went away with it as soon as she had asked.

The blue haired woman ran a shaking hand through her loose locks of hair, which cascaded in waves down her back. She pressed the pins tighter to her head and glanced toward the opening door of her bed chambers, only to see her mother rushing in with an interesting expression upon her face.

"Mother, what is it?" she gasped as she felt the blond woman's cool hands encircle around her wrists.

"The King has come. He is coming this way, he won't wait. Hurry before…" both the ladies gasped hearing the booming voice of the King as he was apparently speaking to Bulma's father, which he most likely was trying to convince him to wait a moment. The door burst open and he moved in.

His dark eyes shifted around the room and fell upon Bulma's figure. He drank in her appearance with in seconds and then lifted a hand slowly, snapping his fingers and then speaking, "Out, all of you."

Everyone piled out, even her hesitant mother. Her mother was looking over her shoulder toward her blue haired daughter as her husband led her out. Bulma stood in the center of her chambers and looked upon the King, saying absolutely nothing to him at first. There was no emotion readable upon her features. He was clearly the same except for his wandering eyes. A soft whimper caught his attention and in that very moment he took a few quick steps toward the bassinet, which was located near her bed.

"My son…" Vegeta said softly and reached into the bassinet to lift the small body from within it. His son's small little legs curled up tightly to his body and another whimper escaped his lips before he started to wail. Vegeta chuckled softly and held him close to his chest, lifting his eyes to the ceiling as if quietly thanking God for the small piece of life he was finally rewarded with.

Bulma felt her eyes begin to prickle as glistening tears formed. She would not allow herself to cry in front of him, even though it was a beautiful sight to behold. He had accepted his son, and obviously approved of him completely.

"He has your coloring, but I guess Murphy was right. He does look like me." King Vegeta shot a grin over his shoulder, only to see Bulma had her back to him. He slowly lowered his son back into the bassinet and moved closer to the mother of his child.

"I have missed you dearly," he whispered, which was laced with complete desire as he leaned in and took in her sweet smell.

Bulma immediately whirled around and pursed her lips tightly, showing him how angry she was at him, "You have missed me? I do not trust that you have missed me. You seemed to have replaced me." The blue haired woman snipped.

Vegeta's dark eyes shifted over her angry features. His upper lip twitched as he grew annoyed with her immediate distaste for him. He hadn't seen her in months and this was the welcome he received. His dark eyes narrowed slightly as he took a few steps toward her.

"I have come to expression my deep devotion for my new son and you, and this is what I get?" he asked her in a deep tone, which sent shivers down Bulma's spine.

"I think I have a right to know your true feelings. You brought that…that whore to your bed while I was heavy with child and how you come back wanting something from me after months of not once hearing from you. I think I have every right to these feelings, your Majesty." Bulma's lower lips trembled slightly, as her vision blurred with tears.

"Woman, it was a mistake. A mistake that I cannot take back, all I can say was I was desperately lonely and I chose the wrong path." Vegeta's words began to trail off as he moved in closer, reaching out to grip her delicate hands.

Bulma closed her eyes feeling his warmth slowly envelope her. She tightened immediately feeling a wave of anger fill her to the brim. He reached an arm around her petit frame and gripped her around the waist. His nose pressed against the blue locks of hair, which was filling his nostrils with a delicious floral scent, "Please woman, let me show you how much I have missed you…" he breathed softly against the shell of her ear. Bulma's breathing grew more ragged as she felt his soft lips brush against her earlobe.

"Vegeta…you have to understand my point. I was alone, so terribly alone…" Bulma whimpered softly.

"Woman, I know you were. I am sorry, but I also have good news." He said softly, running his hand through her hair.

Bulma said not a word and lifting her chin to meet his intense gaze.

"The Queen is dying. I wish you to take…" Vegeta growled softly feeling her body immediately stiffen and jerk away, "Woman…" he warned her in a low irritated tone.

"You are happy for a death?" Bulma panted softly and placed a hand upon her corset.

"No, woman you misunderstand. I am merely stating that we can finally be together…" he reached out for her, trying his hardest to snag her in his grasp.

"I will not put myself through that pain. I will not be a woman whose main goal in life is to provide multiple children and never truly be appreciated. You have proved that with her, and I will not be taken and then cast aside just so you can have all the women you wish behind the scenes. I shall not shut my eyes and endure. I will not put my son through the pain…I wish to live in the country. I do not like this life. I may have once dreamed of a time when I would be able to meet a beautiful Queen and a handsome King, but you have ruined that vision, your Majesty." Bulma said harshly, "You have broken my heart, and there is nothing you can do to change my mind. Why don't you return to Lady Summors." Bulma sneered turned slightly and crossing her arms over her chest.

"You go too far. You of all people should know never to speak to me in such a manner." He reached out and gripped her upper arm, shaking her roughly.

Bulma gritted her teeth and yanked her arm away, "I suppose I was too loose with my tongue, your Majesty, but I speak honestly. I wish nothing to do with you." She clutched her small hands into tiny fists.

"You are done with me?" Vegeta's nostrils flared as he leaned in, allowing his breath to caress over her cheek.

"Y-yes…that is what I said," Bulma whimpered softly and glanced over to the bassinet hearing the soft cries of their son. His little fists and legs pumped viciously with each strong cry.

"I am done with you when I say I am done with you, I am the Fucking King. You will obey my command, do you hear me you ungrateful woman?" he screamed in her face, causing her to flinch away.

Bulma refused to answer him. Her shimmering blue eyes shifted away from his face, refusing to meet his angry stare. Who was she fooling? He could do as he pleases. She had only made things worse for her son by going against him this way. She most likely could have approached a completely different way.

Vegeta shoved her away from him, causing her to stumble backward to the ground. Her hands pressed to the wooden floor and listened to his heavy footing as he left her sight. Vegeta slammed the door on his way out and didn't seem to say a word in her families presents.

She felt her shoulders begin to tremble as she slowly pushed herself to her feet. Bulma quickly slipped to her son's side and reached into the bassinet, trying hard to calm his distress filled cries.

"It's alright my sweet boy," Bulma cooed softly near his ear as she held him close to her body.

"Bulma…" a deep voice called to her near the door way, which quickly gained her attention.

Bulma turned around slowly to see Kakkarot standing against the frame of the door. His hands were clasped tightly and he had a grim look upon his face. He most likely saw the apparent tears forming in Bulma's eyes as she turned to face him.

"Kakkarot…?" Bulma whispered softly. Finally after a brief moment, Bulma's lower lip started to tremble and a shaking hand lifted to press against the bridge of her nose, "I cannot do this any longer," the blue haired woman said in a trembling tone.

"I know, Bulma. I am sorry this is happening. I wish there was something I can do to ease your pain." He moved into the room and was followed by Elisabeth, which Bulma quickly wiped away the tears threatening to pour from the corners of her eyes.

"I am so glad to see you both. I felt so alone when I was at Jericho. I had my family, but that wasn't enough. I needed to have some sort of comfort. I feel my family has been too much wrapped up in political gain that they no longer understand or care for my feelings," Bulma stroked the arm of her content son, which he was sprawled in her grasp.

"May we see him?" Elisabeth's green eyes shimmered with love and devotion to the small boy she had just laid eyes upon.

"Oh course you can, come and hold him if that is what you wish," Bulma moved closer to her dear friend with a smile upon her pink lips.

Elisabeth reached out and took him from Bulma, carefully allowing her to shift his small body into a comfortable position for both her and the baby. Her dear friend reached out to stroke the soft skin of his cheek, which she was rewarded with a whimper.

"Oh Bulma, you must be in love," Elisabeth chuckled and began to speak to the child softly as she moved around the room with him.

Bulma couldn't help but allow a sweet smile to form upon her lips as she watched her with the baby. Elisabeth was a wonderful care taker and would be a wonderful mother, which she was sure it would happen soon now that she was married to Robert and had been for a while. She turned slowly only to be quickly embraced by the man standing before her. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and gripped her tightly. Kakkarot placed his chin on the top of Bulma's head and allowed her to cry out her frustrations. Her small fingers clutched into the rough fabric of his vest as she buried her face against the white undershirt, which was exposed because the laces had been undone.

"There, there, you know I will be here for you and the boy. I will never turn my back on you." He whispered to her, "It is because…well…" Kakkarot swallowed hard and felt her small body lean back and her red rimmed eyes lift to meet his dark gaze.

"It is because I am in love with you, Bulma. I always have been. I would do anything in my power for you…" he felt heat caressed over his cheeks as he finally admitted his love for the woman who was now in his arms.

Then something changed upon Bulma's surprised features. Something changed in those beautifully glistening eyes of hers as she shifted her eyes to his parted lips. Kakkarot narrowed his eyes and blinked a few times.

"Kiss me…" Bulma whispered softly, watching his lips.

"Bulma…are you sure…Elisabeth is…" he stammered not expecting those words from her what so ever.

Elisabeth glanced over her shoulder seeing the intimate embrace and narrowed her eyes. She shifted her gaze to Bulma and heard her command, which Kakkarot would not refuse because of poor man was completely head of heals. She held the child tightly and quickly left the room, unable to bring herself to say a word at what she had just witnessed. All she knew was she was deeply concerned about the sudden change in Bulma's actions.

"Just do it…" Bulma said softly and gripped his vest tightly and yanked him down, pressing her soft lips against his tight mouth. Finally after a moment, Kakkarot eased up and wrapped his arms around her rounded hips and pulled her soft body flush to his, allowing his tongue to enter her sweet month and caress gently over her tongue. They pulled back after a few moments rather breathless.

Kakkarot's eyes had closed and he now leaned his forehead against Bulma's, "What was that for?" he asked with a small smile now upon his features.

"I man professes his love for a woman, I think that deserves something." Bulma said in a silky tone and pulled back feeling a twinge of regret, but pushed it away immediately.

Kakkarot gripped her cloth covered arms and pulled her closer, "Every word I said to you was true, Bulma. I love you…" his dark brown eyes scanned her troubled features.

"I know Kakkarot, and I know that you will always be there for my son and I. For that I will always be grateful. I do not deserve such kindness, for I have made so many mistakes in my life. For now I need you with me always. You and Elisabeth." She whispered soft as she felt his hands slide away from her arms.

oOo

The day was nearly done and tension ran high throughout the palace. Bulma was forced to prepare for a night of feasting and dancing. The music was what she truly missed the most about court life. She had been away for a few months, cooped up in a room and forced to keep away any ill thoughts and barely move a muscle. She wore her best gown that evening. She was able to purchase fine cloths and lovely jewels with the income that had been provided to her over the nine months she had been carrying the King's child. It was all worth it in her eyes. Her family was stable, and she had the most precious gift, a child.

She had been told by the Cardinal that the boy was to be named Trunks Frizroy. The father had come up with his name and he would be announcing that not only at the feast, but during his baptism, which would be held in the days to follow.

Bulma caresses the soft pads of her fingertips over her silky blue locks of hair as she finished off her appearance with two teardrop pearls on each earlobe. She applied a small amount of make-up and finished her hair beautifully, with the help of her ladies of course. She looked stunning in her beautifully embroidered red gown, which was jeweled to perfection and adorned with tiny pearls. Pearls were her ultimate favorite and many of the women looked upon her, completely lusting after what she had.

Beatrice slowly made her way to the room to check up on her daughter and completely approved of her choice. Her mother smiled approvingly and placed a hand upon her chest as she let her identical blue gaze float over her daughter. Bulma had filled out because of her recent pregnancy. Her hips were slightly rounder, her breasts were larger due to the milk, and she was absolutely radiating with that motherhood glow. She no longer had her girlish figure.

Chi-chi completely changed from her dull gowns to something a little more fitting for court. She was in a yellow gown with white accents as well as pearls. It seemed her beautiful cousin had taken after her. Her raven hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her perfectly pink lips turn up in a slight smile as Bulma laid eyes upon her before they headed to the hall.

"Oh my dear cousin, you look absolutely radiant!" Bulma grabbed the dark haired girl's hands and spun her about, "You surely will have many admirers." She couldn't help but allow a little giggle escape her lips.

"Oh, but dear cousin, I only have my sights set on one particular man. I just hope he notices me." Chi-chi blushed brightly, gaining her cousin's attention.

"Oh? Who is this man that has captured my poor little cousin's heart?" Bulma raised a blue brow as she pressed for information.

Chi-chi went to answer, but Beatrice came in and waves the girls to follow, "Come girls, we are going to be late. This is a feast for the son of the King, and since Bulma is the mother I wish not to upset his majesty." The blonde woman piped as her husband chuckled seeing the girls hurry toward the door. The family quickly made their way to the hall.

Dancers had already begun there night of frolicking and twirling around on the wood dance floor. The lines created an impossible entry, but they moved around the side only to be spotted by the King. Bulma immediately dropped her gaze, wishing to keep to herself and not speak to him this night. This night was about their son, Trunks, not about the King.

"There he is," Chi-chi nodded to the head table in the dining hall.

Bulma glanced up to see the intense gaze of the King upon her still. He saw nothing else. His dark gaze traveled over her figure as if undressing her with his eyes. Bulma made a rude noise and turned away, "Pig…" she said boldly to her cousin.

"Bulma?" Chi-chi asked reached out to grab for her cousin's arm, but Bulma had already left her side and was walking in Kakkarot's direction.

Chi-chi watched carefully a moment as her cousin leaned into the man standing in a dark corner, offering him sensual smile. Every small gesture she made to her so called friend resulted in a side glance, which skimmed over to the King who was growing more and more irritated with the display.

The raven haired woman slowly turned, biting her lower lip and sat beside Elisabeth who was watching the same display she was.

"She is really trying the patients of the King. I cannot believe the extent she is going to get back at him for Lady Summors." Elisabeth raised a silver goblet and took a sip of the red wine within it.

"Yes, she was really quite broken when she was told. It was not long after she had given birth, but I honestly don't blame her for being distraught. I am just shocked she has an interest in Kakkarot Tailboys," Chi-chi said as she toyed with the fabric of her skirts.

Elisabeth raised a brow and watched the girl's nervous movements and shifting eyes, which were making their way toward the couple, "She does not care for Kakkarot as you think. She is acting quite ludicrous right now. She isn't thinking straight. Her heart is completely taken by the King. I am guessing this is her way of coping, but she is going to get her friend in trouble." Elisabeth shook her head, feeling the strong grip of anger over take her because of her friend's ridiculous behavior.

"Yes, the King has a terrible anger, which sometimes results in not so good outcomes. He doesn't like rivals. If he sees one he rids of him quickly. I feel that you will not see much more of that Tailboys fellow if she continues to publically show her affections to him," Elisabeth's husband lifted his silver goblet and shook his head, which caused Elisabeth's and Chi-chi's jaw to drop.

"No, that cannot happen, Kakkarot is too good of a man to have such a thing done to him," Chi-chi cupped her hands near her chest as she felt her heart sink in her chest.

Elisabeth saw that look and knew it all too well. She couldn't help but smile sweetly at the young girl, "Do not worry, I will take care of it."

Just then the music stopped and Bulma gripped Kakkarot's hand and dragged him to the floor. He was smiling from ear to ear. She stood in front of him, prepared to dance to the next upbeat melody. The King took notice to her actions and stood up himself downing the rest of the wine within his gold goblet. He moved around the table and skimmed the crowd for a particular aqua haired woman. He reached out for her and of course she immediately flocked to his side with a smile plastered upon her lips. Marron immediately tried to whisper things into his ear, which Bulma didn't want to even know what scandalous things they were.

Bulma's upper lips twitched, but she forced herself to look away and focus on Kakkarot. The King was sure to stand directly next to Kakkarot so Marron was placed next to Bulma. Bulma lifted her eyes briefly toward the smirking woman beside her. Of course she didn't give into the King's game and decided she was going to ignore it. They both were playing at one another. It was only going to get worse from here. Only the ones closest to the King and Bulma knew what they were doing to one another and as the dancing begun those who did know sat at the edge of their seats as the couples tried their best to impress the crowed with their graceful body movements.

The ladies were gripped around the waist by their dance partners and pushing into the air, before the men spun them around and then placed them back on their delicate feet. There were claps in between movement along with jumps and spins. Near the end the dance the ladies were required to switch partner. Bulma was in the arms of the King, which she immediately stiffened.

"What is this little game you are playing at, woman?" he whispered harshly near her ear.

"I could ask you the same question, your Majesty." Bulma said in a drawled out tone.

"Don't toy with me woman, you know better than that," he said as he roughly twirled her body and dipped her over carefully, causing her loose hair to almost sweep across the wooden floor.

She was snatched back up into her arms and quickly pressed her chest to his, "It isn't fun is it?" Bulma said rudely.

The music ended and the couples were back with their original partners. The hall was filled with claps and laughter as the King bowed to his court. Dinner was brought out and the King immediately went to his seat, digging into the overabundance of meats piled upon his plate.

Bulma grinning as she felt accomplished after seeing the way the King looked upon her. Elisabeth rushed to her side and gripped her arm tightly, leaning in to whisper harshly in her ear, "I need to speak with you, now!"

oOo

"Have you completely lost your senses?" Elisabeth asked poking Bulma in the chest as she leaned against one of the walls just outside of the main hall.

"No, why would you accuse me of such a thing?" Bulma's eyes flashed with annoyance.

"You are going to get Kakkarot thrown from court if you keep up this nonsense." Elisabeth scolded and began pacing, "I understand you are completely upset about Marron, but you must not drag him down with you, Bulma. That man truly cares for you, and you will only cause him pain with this route. If you continue you to act like a little child, I will no longer stand at your side and be a friend to you. Friends do not put each other into danger. This isn't just some man, Bulma. This is the King of England." She whispered harshly, reaching out and shaking her shoulders.

"I know I am just so angry with his poor actions. I wanted him to see how it feels to know that my affections are going to another." Bulma said in a soft tone.

"I understand, but you must be stronger than that. You cannot play childish games, you are better than that." Elisabeth watched her carefully seeing the despair completely over take the blue haired woman as her hands lifted to her face.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I am truly sorry." The blue haired woman said as she embraced her loyal friend.

"You have been through enough these past few months, I understand. I just needed to make you see." Elisabeth pulled her toward the entrance and watched the King a moment seeing his hatefully gaze shifting in Kakkarot's direction.

"You need to speak with him. I fear he might do something rash because he might feel Kakkarot is his rival for your affections." Elisabeth motioned to the King.

Bulma's blue eyes fell upon the man sitting with his head propped up in his hand. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took a few drinks from his goblet. The sinister look in his eyes truly worried her. She didn't think about the consequences of her actions. She signed softly and shifted her eyes toward Kakkarot who was now seated by side her cousin.

Chi-chi was toying with her silky locks of hair, with a bright blush upon her cheeks. Kakkarot seemed to be enjoying himself as he leaned back against the chair and spoke to her. Chi-chi was completely taken by him. Honestly she had never seen her so happy.

Then it donned on her. Could this be the man she was speaking of? If she got Kakkarot thrown from court, she would truly hurt not only Elisabeth, but her cousin.

She was going to force herself to speak with the King, even though she honestly resented him greatly at this moment.

oOo

Fitzroy: All royal children of England were named this, and the meaning of the name is "the son of the King".

Ack! I finally finished it. I started it on Friday night and was determined to finish it, but I was Naruto was calling me name, but it is posted now, yay!

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