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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 13

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters.

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Bulma came rushing back into the hall, her eyes scanned in the King's direction, who was eyeing Kakkarot. His eyes lifted and lightened slightly when their eyes met for a brief moment. Elisabeth followed soon after seeing Bulma was still flustered, which was understandable. She didn't want to see her friend make a fool of herself in front of those at court.

The blue haired woman, who had the King's full attention, now had a full goblet of wine and was taking a few drinks from it as she scanned the lively hall for Kakkarot. Elisabeth finally spotted him before Bulma, which he had her cousin in his arms and they were dancing gracefully among the other couples. Chi-chi had a bright smile on her face, and Kakkarot seemed to be entertained. He usually would sulk somewhere in a corner if he didn't have Bulma's full attention. Elisabeth smiled briefly and intercepted him once the music paused briefly, and apologize to Chi-chi in the process.

"Kakkarot I must speak with you," her green eyes flashed brightly.

He was breathing heavily, but he nodded, "I will find you later," he leaned in to grip Chi-chi's hands, placing a soft kiss upon each hand. The raven haired woman's cheeks instantly burned a shade of crimson.

"Come here, you fool." Elisabeth chuckled as she gripped his hand tightly and yanked him away from her, which didn't keep him from searching her out with his eyes.

"Why haven't I seen her before?" Kakkarot grinned like a silly boy.

"Well it's because she has been with…Kakkarot don't change the topic now, I must speak with you about Bulma. You need to keep your distance for a little while," Elisabeth cupped her hands near her stomach, keeping her voice low.

His eyes darkened slightly watching her expression, "Why…what has happened?" His eyes immediately began to search the hall for Bulma; "He didn't do anything to harm her did he?" anger was apparent upon his strong features.

Elisabeth made an audible sound of irritation, "No you fool, but your open affection for her has caught the King's attention. I fear you might be banned from court if you don't watch out." Her eye scanned to the main table where the King sat drinking his wine and following Bulma with his intense stare.

Kakkarot followed her gaze and noticed the King's eyes were not currently on him, but on the one woman he desired. An intense wave of jealousy twisted in his gut seeing the way he looked at her, but quickly pushed it aside. He took in a deep breath and nodded, "I will try. It would ruin me if I were to be sent away now."

Elisabeth nodded in agreement and gripped his forearm, guiding him toward her husband who stood idly and spoke to other men that were currently at court.

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Radditz sat in one of the chairs closest to the King. He could see the troubled look upon his face. What was he thinking? He had the one thing he desired most in this world, but something didn't seem completely right. He gripped the silver goblet in his hand and took a large drink, and stuffed a piece of roasted pheasant in his mouth. He licked the juices from the corner of his lips and leaned in.

"Your Majesty seems troubled," Radditz raised a brow and pat the table in front of the King.

Vegeta's fingers were tightly wrapped around his chin, and his elbow propped up his upper half as he sat in a relaxed position in his chair. His eyes shifted to the man who pulled him from his thoughts.

"What makes you think that?" he sneered, then huffed in annoyance.

Radditz couldn't help but chuckle softly, "You have been watching Lady Briefs all night along with shooting threatening glares in Kakkarot Tailboys direction, I couldn't help but notice." He pushed another piece of meat between his lips.

"That man seems to have claims on Lady Briefs, and that I cannot stand for, Radditz. I will not have her with another man. She gave birth to my son, not his. Who does she think she is? Flirting openly with that scum," Vegeta ran a hand through his hair and pushed his body upward.

"Your Majesty, may I point out that you are King. Maybe you should state your claim to that boy." Radditz raised his goblet and winked.

Vegeta raised a brow and looked Radditz over, "I think you are right, Radditz. Keep her occupied while I arrange for a little alone time with that Tailboys fellow." Vegeta glanced over at Cardinal Murphy who was standing in a corner near the main table. He waved the man over.

Radditz nodded and stood making his way toward Bulma who was heading toward Kakkarot and Elisabeth. His goblet was gripped tightly in one of his hands and just as he crossed paths with Bulma he gripped her forearm and smiled brightly.

"Lady Briefs, It is so nice to finally see you again. It has been quite a while hasn't it? You look lovely as ever." Radditz shifted her body so she had her back to Tailboys.

"Oh, Sir Radditz Brandon, what do I owe this pleasure?" Bulma's eyebrows knitted tightly seeing he was obviously keeping her from her destination.

"How is the boy? I hear he looks much like his majesty." Radditz grinned, drinking from the goblet in his hand, "Perhaps you need a refill?" his eyes scanned for a servant, waving them over.

Bulma's blue eyes shifted over her shoulder seeing Elisabeth was speaking with Kakkarot. He would lift his gaze to meet hers every so often and Bulma would smile in return.

Radditz poured some of the contents of the pitcher in Bulma's goblet along some for his. He chuckled and shifted his eyes to follow Bulma's wandering gaze.

"You best be careful where you allow your eyes to wander now that you are the mother of his Majesty's child," The Duke of Suffolk said in a soft tone, turning his back to the King, just in case he was watching them.

Bulma pushed a few locks of loose hair behind her shoulder and narrowed her eyes, "Did his Majesty have you come to watch over me? I may be a young woman, but I am not a child." She sneered, rolling her eyes in the process.

"I understand Lady Briefs, but I am sure you can also understand my obligation to his Majesty." His dark brown eyes bore into hers.

"Yes, I understand." Bulma took a large drink of her wine, swallowing quickly, enjoying the taste and the smoothness as it traveled down her throat.

The blue haired woman shifted her eyes toward the King who was discussing with Cardinal Murphy who seemed to be glancing in Kakkarot's direction. A wave of nervousness washed over her, for she knew something was going to happen. She needed to speak to the King, and she knew she needed to quickly.

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Kakkarot glanced over his shoulder seeing Cardinal Murphy slowly approach from his side. The older gentleman, and his mentor, was observing the gathering before him before he quietly made his way the empty side of the young man.

"Boy, the King wishes your presences…alone." A grey bushy eyebrow rose, as he pursed his lips. Kakkarot could tell the old man was rather upset that he had to pass on this information to him.

He lifted his dark brown eyes meeting the scrutinizing stare of the King, who was turning and walking down a hallway away from the crowded hall.

"Yes, Your Eminence," Kakkarot replied softly, turning his gaze to Elisabeth who's lips were slightly parted. She reached out for his hand, looking upon him with a worried look. He shook his head and smiled, soon following after the Cardinal.

The young man followed after his mentor seeing he was leading him down the same hallway that the King had made his way down just moments before. Candles lit the dark hallways, and all he could do was stare at the softly illuminated wooden floors guessing as to what the King would be wanting with him. He was almost positive that it was about Bulma. The King didn't want to share, which he understood the feeling. Then again he had never been acknowledged by Bulma, so there was the dull ache in his heart desperate to receive her acknowledgment.

He swallowed hard taking small steps leading toward the rooms down the hallway. Would he come out alive? The King surely wouldn't send him to the tower over something as small as a few glances and flirtatious words, would he?

Cardinal Murphy shot a look over his shoulder and cleared his throat, "Just keep any insulting words to yourself, boy. I do not wish to see you sent away over something as silly as that blue haired whore." He straightened his red robes and knocked upon the door.

Kakkarot frowned at his words, completely angered at the name he referred to Bulma by.

Whore…

She was no whore, that woman was a goddess.

The door cracked and inside King Vegeta stood with an angry expression. His stance was bold and strong. His eyes were cold and calculating as he entered the room, which instantly sent a chill down his spine. Kakkarot wasn't about to let the King scare him. He didn't want to give him the pleasure. The look on the King's face gave away what Elisabeth had feared. The King was angry with him for openly showing affection toward Lady Bulma Briefs.

"Kakkarot Tailboys," King Vegeta's loud voice echoed off the walls of the large open room. His eyes slipped over the slim figure of the man before him.

"Your Majesty," Kakkarot bowed out of respect, even though his mind was swirling with hateful thoughts.

"I have brought you here to ask you a few questions, please sit down." The King motioned to a chair, which one of the servant boys immediately brought from a corner and placed in the center of the room.

Kakkarot slowly walked to the center of the room, keeping his dark eyes linked in the King's line of vision as he lowered himself, keeping his legs spread and his arm rested upon his knee, "Please Your Majesty, I shall answer any question you may ask me," he forced a smile on his lips.

The King's eyes narrowed some, but instead of coming straight out with the questions he paced the floor slowly, lifting his eyes only to glance upon the Cardinal and then the young man seated before him. Finally, after a quiet moment he chuckled darkly and moved closer to the wild haired man, planting his feet directly in front of him and staring down at him. Instantly a sneer was upon his lips as he leaned down and gripped the back of the chair, which placed Kakkarot's head between the King's arms.

Vegeta's face was close to the other man's. Their noses were so close Kakkarot could practically feel the body heat radiating from him.

"Tell me Kakkarot; have your known Bulma Briefs?" The King's dark eyes roamed his face.

"Known, your Majesty? Please explain…" he swallowed and pulled back watching as the flame haired man's upper lip twitched.

Kakkarot's breath hitched in his throat as he felt a strong hand instantly latch on to his collar and pull him closer, "Have you ever fucked, Lady Briefs?" He spat.

"N-no, I haven't known her in that way. I have only dreamed of loving her. She just recently discovered my love for her, but I know she can never lover me," Kakkarot grimaced, hating himself for how much of a coward he was being. He was shaking in his boots by a mere look.

The King inhaled sharply, lifting his eyes to see the Cardinal biting his nails. The older man was scared for the young man, which he should be. Though once he met eyes with Murphy, the man lowered his gaze.

"I am glad you didn't touch what doesn't belong to you, for I thought for a moment I would have to make you a head shorter." He let out a belt of laughter, which the blood instantly drained from Kakkarot's face.

"You see, Your Majesty, this boy has nothing to do with Lady Briefs. Perhaps we should…"

Vegeta glared at the robed Cardinal, which instantly shut him up, "Shut your lips, I am King, so I shall say when I am done with him," the King stopped in front of the man and gripped his wild raven locks tightly and yanked his head back, "If I see you anywhere near that woman again, I will cut off your man parts myself, do you understand you low life?" the King sneered, roughly releasing his head.

"We are just friends, I swear it. Please don't expect me to let go of her friendship. That is all it is and will ever be…" Kakkarot jumped up from his seat.

The King turned around and glared, "You dare object to me?"

Suddenly there was a loud rapping at the door, and a soft voice of a boy was heard, "Your Majesty," a small body came into the King's line of sight, "Lady Briefs has requested an audience, but she is rather flustered. I must warn you, Your Majesty." He boy bowed and waited for the King's orders.

He waved his fingers and nodded, "Allow her in," he turned his back and placed his hands upon his hips.

A few moment of silence and then there were the sound of heels clicking, which grew louder as she approached. Finally the clicks stopped, alerting the King she was now in the room. Vegeta looked over his shoulder to see the woman he called his Mistress.

"Your Majesty?" Bulma Briefs asked in a questioning tone, letting her blue eyes scan toward Kakkarot, who didn't make a move or seek eye contact with her what so ever.

"Lady Briefs, I was just having a word with Kakkarot Tailboys, which I see you worried about his well-being. As you can see he still has his limbs attached, therefore he will be fine," the King replied in a snippy tone, shifting his body to face the woman.

"What is the meaning of this? Kakkarot has done nothing, it was I who approached him," Bulma admitted, gripping her skirting tightly in her small hands and closed the distance between them, leaving only a few feet of space.

"Well, there will be no more approaching. You are to rid of this…friendship or whatever you call it," King Vegeta waved his hands, allowing his cold eyes to regard the man standing a ways behind Bulma.

"How could you ask something like that of me? I am not your property. I may be your son's mother, but running my life is cruel." She whispered feeling tears fill her brightly blue eyes.

"I am King. You will do as I say," He snarled.

Bulma reached out a hand, making contact with his cheek. The sound of skin making contact with skin completely caught everyone off guard. The Cardinal's eyes were almost bulging from his eye sockets, and Kakkarot's lips were parted. Ever the servants had left the room, afraid what would happen next. Rage instantly filled the King's dark eyes.

"Everyone out…" the words came from his lips, followed by a low growl.

The Cardinal motioned for Kakkarot to follow, which the man was hesitant because he feared for the blue haired woman's well-being.

"Kakkarot, come. The girl will be fine," he said in a soft tone, coaxing the man toward the door.

Finally, the small group left along with the servant who allowed Bulma to enter and they were standing in the middle of the office alone. Bulma's eyes were wide with shock. She was completely second guessing her actions. She didn't think of the consequences. She would surely be sent away for such an action. Had she completely lost her mind, probably, but the only thing on her mind right now was how she was going to explain the disrespectful action.

"You raise a hand to the King of England?" Vegeta stalked her, slowly making his way closer to her. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides.

"Y-your Majesty, I didn't think…I…," Bulma paused and wrapped her arms tightly around her petit frame, backing away with each step he took.

"You never seem to think, woman. You have embarrassed me completely, made a fool of me in front of others," He tilted his head to the side and shot out an angry hand, gripping her wrist tightly and squeezed.

"Please, I beseech you." She whimpered feeling the bone breaking grip.

In an instant Vegeta gripped her waist and pulling her closer, gripping the back of her neck with his hand and crushing his hungry lips to hers in a brutal kiss. The breath in her lungs was forced out upon impact. Vegeta hissed against her lips as if burned by the touch of her flesh.

His eyes lowered to the swells of her breasts, "I think you need to be put in your place, woman." He growled in her ear, allowing the tip of his tongue to caress over the shell of her ear.

Bulma shuddered and slumped in his grasp, completely submitting to his caresses. His hands gripped her arms and spun her around. He guided her body roughly toward a wall and pressed her body against it. Her hands spanned the rough surface, allowing her cheek to rest against it and her eyes to close tightly.

Vegeta gripped her blue hair tightly in his hand and pushed it to the side, pressing soft kissed to the back of her neck. His hands slid down the back of her corset, pulling on the stings to free her body from its tight grasp. The harder he yanked the looser the bodice felt around her stomach and breasts. The sleeves began to sag on her shoulders, barely hiding her breasts, which were pressed to the wall.

The King yanked up her skirts and glided his fingers over the soft flesh of her rounded buttock and over the soft plains of her thighs, which were spreading the closer he drew toward her core. Bulma moaned wantonly, shifting her gaze over her shoulder allowing him to see her profile. Her lips were flushed and her eyes lidded.

"You minx, your core is blooming for me isn't it? You have wanted this just as much as I have…" he nipped at her jaw line as he roughly gripped her hips and pulled her against his hardness, allowing her to feel his need.

Bulma responded with a moan, which she was then turned around and her back was pressed against the hard wall. Her wrists were gripped tightly and pressed against the wall above her head. His mouth closed in quickly, pressing his tongue against her lips hoping she would allow him access. She obliged and allowed the soft caress of his tongue.

Vegeta groaned against her lips, enjoying the sweet tangy taste of her. His hands gripped her waist tighter, placing his hips between her parted thighs. His hands began to quickly shed the layers of shirts, which was hiding the luscious curves of her body from his roaming eyes.

Bulma stood before him completely naked, except for the small pieces of jewelry, which adorned her neck and ears. Her hair flowed down the length of her back, and poured over her shoulder accenting her porcelain skin.

The blue haired goddess before him shifted her eyes to his jacket and vest, moving her fingers over the thick material and pulling at the strings to loosen it, "Allow me to undress you, please." Bulma whispered to him.

Vegeta shivered and nodded, parting his lips and watching her with a lidded gaze. Her fingers pulled open the vest and pushed the jacket over his shoulders, which pooled to a heap upon the ground. Her fingers traced over the muscled flesh of his chiseled chest and toned stomach muscles. His muscles tightened with each experimental caress. They both felt like they were experiencing one another for the first time.

She quickly pulled at the binds of his pants and loosened them, pulling her fingers away to watch his reaction. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were roaming her figure, as if envisioning what he was going to do with her next.

Vegeta gripped the material around his hips and held them tightly, not allowing them to slip to his feet. He waited a moment regaining control and then gripped her waist tightly, lifting her up and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. He kissed her deeply once again, dipping his tongue between her lips. His tense body stopped before the desk and lowered her upon it, pressing her backwards and parting her thighs.

His eyes instantly dropped to the thatch of blue hair between her legs. His mouth instantly grew wet, as he trailed a hand over each one of her breasts, which looked larger now that she had given birth to their son. He cupped the weight of them in his hands, brushing his thumbs over the sensitive buds, drawing a moan from her lips. Bulma's head dropped back and her eyes closed. She looked beautiful. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her thighs were spread for him. He could smell her arousal, which caused his erection to twitch in his breeches.

Vegeta leaned in and took one of the hard peaks between his lips. His tongue circled the darkened skin, as he kneaded the other carefully. She winced and whimpered softly, which caught his attention. She was sore, most likely due to feeding the boy. He knew this. His lips brushed the other nipple, experimentally dipping his tongue out to caress over the hardened flesh and then leaned in to capture her lips. His hands trailed down her sides and gripped her hips as he occupied her mouth with his tongue. His other hands parted her one of her thighs, as he slid it down over the soft flesh and traced over her core, cupping it gently. Her hips jerked forward, as she gasped against his mouth.

"What do you want, woman?" Vegeta whispered harshly against her parted lips, kissing a trail down her chin and to her neck, nipping and sucking gently.

"I want…" she took in a sharp breath feeling his fingers spread her nether lips and one of his thick fingers dip slowly into her weeping core.

"Tell me," he growled against her neck, pressing his finger all the way into her wet core, feeling her muscles tighten around him. Instantly he felt a strong urge to sink his manhood deep within in her instead of his hand. At that moment he dipped a second finger into her heat.

Bulma arched up and bucked forward, moaning with anticipation, "Please, I beg you your Majesty. I need to feel you within me, please," she cried out, arching her back against his hard chest.

"Woman, no formalities." He growled into her ear withdrawing his fingers, which were coated with her essence.

Bulma whimpered with need and parted her thighs, gripping his waist with her legs, "Please…now I cannot wait a moment longer," her blue eyes were filled with a strong need, which he understood fully.

Vegeta released himself from his pants and stroked the hard flesh, pressing the head of his thick manhood against her glistening center. The blue haired beauty below him was gripping her own thighs and watching him intently as he slowly guided himself into her warmth. Vegeta gritted his teeth feeling her inner muscles gripping him as he inched in. Without warning he gripped her hips tighter and thrust his hips forward and buried his manhood deep within her, which she rewarded him with a loud cry. He sunk forward, catching his breath. She felt so good around him. She was wet and tight, which was enough to drive him over the edge. He panted softly in her ear.

After a moment to collect himself, he slowly rolled his hips, guiding her body over his shaft. Bulma emitted soft mewls of pleasure with each movement. A soft layer of glistening sweat formed over their bodies. Vegeta quickened his pace, gripping her thighs and bouncing her on his hips. His hand spanned her now flat stomach and slowly lowered to the juncture between her thighs. His thumb pressed against the small bundle of nerves, rubbing over the flesh as he kept a tempo with his hips.

"Say my name, woman. Let me hear you say it…" he watched her face, as he slowed his pace.

"Vegeta…" she whispered, gasping as he fingers quickened between her thighs over her sensitive clit.

Vegeta's head rolled back as he heard the soft moan grow louder and the wonderful sensations, which were being created by her inner walls closing tightly around his manhood. He loved hearing his name come from her lips during times like this.

Before he knew it her body tensed and loud moans erupted from her throat. Her walls tightened around his straining erection, milking him with each pounding motion of his hips. Her breath became erratic and her hands reached up, clawing down the front of his chest. Vegeta growled and reached out, gripping the back of her neck and yanked her body upward.

"Vegeta," she screamed his name once again, digging her nailed into the flesh of his shoulders.

Vegeta's hips slammed against hers as he held her in his arms. His face buried against her neck as her release triggered his own. He slowed his pace and tensed, spilling himself deep within her womb. He slumped against the desk, lying over her body. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders, caressing over the damp flesh of his muscled back and whispered soft soothing words as he came back from his intense moment of pleasure.

"I'm so sorry," he finally whispered into her ear.

Bulma felt tears escape the corners of her eyes, "I am not sure if I can forgive you," she admitted.

"I know, but the least I can do is allow you to be happy. It would be selfish of me to keep you by my side if you do not wish it," Vegeta lifted his eyes to look deep in those captivating ocean blue orbs, which were filled with tears.

He had made her cry again.

"I love you too much, Your Majesty." Bulma admitted, allowing a soft cry escape her trembling lips.

"When I said I loved you Bulma, I meant it. I may not have made the best choices, but when you are lonely sometimes we are blinded briefly. I hope in time you will forgive me." He scrubbed his hand over his face.

Bulma shifted her eyes away, "I need time,"

Vegeta pulled away, feeling his softening length slide free. His hands gripped the slumping material of his breeches up over his hips. He turned toward the table in the center of the room and gripped a golden goblet, pouring wine to the brim.

Bulma pushed herself up and slid from the desk top. She could feeling the his sticky seed, which coated her thighs. Leaning over, she gripped the skirts and covered the front of her body.

"Your Ma-… Vegeta?" She reached out, tracing the flesh of his bare shoulder with her fingers tips only to have him flinch away.

Bulma slowly withdrew her hand and clutched it to her chest. Her eyes lowered, knowing full well that he was conflicted with his own selfish desires.

"I will provide for you and my son, but I will no longer hold you to the duty of being my Mistress. You are too good for that title." He took a large drink, "Dress yourself, I will call for one of your ladies," he retrieved his shirt and slung it over his shoulder. He slowly walked to one of the hidden doors in his office, which led him to his own private chambers.

"Vegeta…" the soft voice calling to him caused him to pause at the door and shift his gaze over his shoulder.

"Woman…I am giving you time, now take it." And with that he was gone.

Bulma slumped and dropped to her knees. Hot tears poured down her cheeks. Sobs wracked her small body and after a brief moment she slipped on her skirts, trying to get most of it on before one of one of her ladies came to help her with her attire.

After ten minutes of silence, she wiped her wet eyes hearing the door click shut as one of her ladies entered slowly.

"Tie the back," Bulma whispered.

The lady nodded and approached her. She gripping the ties and began to lace up the corset correctly, pulling tightly. The woman couldn't help but notice the soft shakes of her trembling body as she cried quietly.

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Wow, that was so hard for me to write, but then when I started to get to the end I gained a lot of momentum. I was determined to finish this chapter.

Reviews welcomed.

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