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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 15

The Other Woman

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters associated with this particular anime.

ooOoo

Bulma slid her hands under the armpits of her screaming son, lifting him onto her corset covered chest and cooed softly in his ear. The silken blanket was draped over his small form, which she smoothed a hand over, pulling it over his head.

Her blue eyes shifted to the wet nurse standing just a few feet from her swaying body. The blue haired woman's jeweled hand extended, waving the woman over as the soft cries turned to whimpers. Trunks' struggles were almost non-existent by that time and she wanted to take advantage of it.

"Allow me to take him, miss. I know he has been trouble all morning. You must oversee the rest of your things being prepared. The King wishes you to arrive at the palace early." The midwife whispered to her superior.

"Yes, take him and if he continues to fuss make sure he has a full belly. It helps him sleep." Bulma said as she leaned in and place the small child in the woman's clutches.

Trunks was surrounded in a silken blanket, which created the illusion of a halo around his brow. His soft locks of hair wisped in multiple directions, and his soft glistening lips pursed causing his face to contort into one of frustration. Bulma leaned in and placed a small kiss upon her child's forehead. He had grown so much in the past three months. It was completely mind blowing.

She had decided that it would be easier to leave him with her parents and Lady Sully, his wet nurse, so that the King couldn't get his hands on her most prized possession. Her son meant everything to her. She would stop at nothing to make sure the child was in the right hands just in case. Bringing the infant to court would only spark Vegeta's interest further. Maybe she would be able to strike a deal.

Bulma sighed dramatically and placed her hands upon her hips, turning away and placing one of those hands over her mouth. Her shirts ruffled with each small step as she paced the rug upon her wooden floor. Placing a hand to her flattened belly, she took in a deep breath as she felt tight in the midsection. The corset felt like it was closing in on her.

She never thought in all her years that this would be happening to her. To have the King's child and being threatened to have this child they created, ripped from her grasp. So to make sure the child was safe and in a place she felt comfortable with, she decided to leave him at her parents' home.

"Miss, everything is alright in here, you do not have to worry. I shall take good care of the boy." Lady Sully smiled brightly, rocking her son in the process and every once and a while leaning in to hum to him softly.

"I know he is in good hands, that I am confident about. It is when I arrive at the palace, for that is what I worry most about. I fear that the King will demand that his son is brought and sent far away from me." Bulma whispered softly, keeping her back turned to the wet nurse.

She tried her hardest to keep her eyes dry, even though they were filled with tears that were threatening to spill over at any second. Bulma took in a deep breath and swallowed the large lump in her throat.

Be strong…you have to be strong for Trunks…

She closed her eyes for a brief moment to collect herself and finally turned, "Lady Sully, I am counting on you. I shall return as soon as I can. Please do not allow anyone but my parents or Chi-chi near him now that I am leaving. Do you understand?" Bulma shifted her eyes to her sleeping son, who had a tiny fist stuffed into his mouth.

"Yes Madam, I understand clearly. I would give my life for this sweet boy." The woman smiled down at the boy and stroked his cheek.

Bulma felt a pull of jealous in the pit of her stomach. She truly wished she could be here with her son, but instead she would be at the palace. Of course it was because of her son, which she would do again and again. There was no question about it; Bulma loved her son more than life itself. Because of this unconditional love she hated to leave him alone.

Before she had any second thoughts about leaving him with this woman, Bulma forced herself to leave the nursery. The clicks of her heels echoed down the corridor. At the end of the hall a figure stood, staring over the edge of the railing and looking upon the servants hauling items to the carriages, which were just outside.

"Thank you for coming, it truly means the world to me…" Bulma placed a hand upon the ruffle of his shoulder.

The blue haired woman shifted her gaze toward his hands, which were placed on the wooden railing and tightening at the sound of her voice. Bulma bit her lower lip. She knew he was on edge.

Kakkarot turned his head slowly to meet Bulma's pain filled orbs and sighed, "I would do anything for you, and you know this." He said softly, reaching out to brush his thumb over her chin, which caused her to look away from him.

She had done so well and with one measly glance toward Kakkarot she was on the brink of tears.

"I know you would. Why can't I at least be grateful for that fact?" she asked softly.

"You can, but I wish you to know. So, don't thank me." Kakkarot dropped his hand and placed it back upon the railing.

"I am nervous to go you know…" Bulma sucked in a slow breath.

"I would be if I was in your position. You haven't seen, that man I call King, in months. The only thing I ask is you do not provoke him, for Trunks' sake." He lifted his dark eyes, allowing them to scan over her face.

"I will do as I must. This is for my son, Kakkarot. There is no going back. I must persuade him by any means. I will do anything to keep my son with me." Bulma spoke softly, reaching up to brush some of her loose curls away from her neck.

"Go…everything is going smoothly," Kakkarot did not wish to continue this conversation. Bulma could tell by the tensing of his jaw, "I will be in your carriage, so you have nothing to worry about." He offered her a soft smile, trying to calm her.

Bulma only nodded and began to make her way down the stairs. She slipped out the door to see her mother and father speaking to the Cardinal. Bulma immediately tensed when laying eyes upon that horrible man.

Beatrice most likely could tell from her daughter's body language that the combination of the two would most likely not end well. Instead of allowing the Cardinal to speak up, Beatrice decided to intervene.

"If you will excuse me, your Eminence." The blonde haired woman smiled softly and slowly made her way toward her daughter.

"I see you and the Cardinal have much to discuss. Please don't tell me you wish my son to be taken away as well?" Bulma's blue eyebrow cocked.

"Bulma," she scolded, "Of course I would wish no such thing upon you. I know if someone were to try and take you from me at that age I would have completely lost my senses. I am just trying to keep the peace. I wish nothing to happen to this family, and you should remember that we stand where we are solely because the King allows it. We must not anger him." Beatrice gripped her daughter's hand, which was limp and unresponsive in her grasp.

"Mother, I will do my best to hold my tongue, but I cannot make any promises when it comes to my child." Her eyes filled with anger and frustration as she looked upon her mother.

Beatrice's lower lip quivered, "I know, but please be safe and come home soon. You know your son needs you as well as this family. I just pray the King will see differently when you speak with him." Her blonde haired mother dropped her hand slowly and placed a hand against her daughter's lower back allowing her to walk toward the carriage.

Kakkarot slowly made his way out, arms crossed over his chest. His features were tight and emotions unreadable. This was so unlike the happy go lucky man this particular family knew from before.

"I know you will keep good eye on her, so I know I don't have to lecture you." Beatrice avoided making eye contact with the young man.

"Of course, Madam." He said softly before following after Bulma, but paused a moment to shoot a hate filled look toward the Cardinal.

Murphy's eyes narrowed some seeing the boy; he practically rose from a boy to a man, shooting him a look of death.

ooOoo

Bulma lay back against the cushioned seat and propped up her head with her palm, taking in the scenery around her as they made their way toward the palace. The ride had been quiet thus far and Bulma honestly didn't want to start up a conversation because this journey was not a happy one.

Finally after growing bored she huffed and pulled away from the window. Kakkarot looked up at his blue haired friend from the seat across from her.

"Relax, I can tell you are growing restless. Why don't you try and sleep a bit. We should arrive soon and I do not wish you to be overly stressed when you arrive. You know those of court will see this." Her head snapped in his direction.

"Oh I care not what those at court say, Kakkarot, I am my own woman and I do things my way. My reputation has already been tarnish. The moment I birthed my son, people deemed him a bastard along with me being a whore. It can't get any worse." Bulma placed her hands upon her stomach.

"You are not a whore; I don't wish to hear those words leave your lips again. It angers me." Kakkarot shook his head.

"It is true. I have done things that I wish I could undo, but there is no turning back now. I have my son and wish to keep him with me always. I am going to raise him. Not someone else. It will be me." Bulma pointed to her chest, staring intently at Kakkarot.

Kakkarot looked away, wishing to ignore the words she just said. She wasn't a whore, and he hated that she allowed herself to believe it.

"Kakkarot, I will fix this. Do not worry so much." She said softly, shifting her eyes toward the window.

"How can you ask me, 'do not worry'?" Kakkarot asked in a harsh tone, "I will always worry about you."

Bulma smiled softly, but did not say anything for the rest of the way.

The tall walls of the palace came into view, which caused many of the men that were riding alongside the Cardinal's carriage and hers to holler with excitement. They had finally arrived and many were extremely pleased with this. Of course not everyone was pleased that they arrive. Bulma had a feeling of dread wash over her form. She would soon have to be face to face with King Vegeta.

The anxiety was rising rapidly within her. She closed her eyes trying to calm herself, but obviously her outer appearance gave it away. Kakkarot leaned in and placed a hand in hers, gripping her palm tightly.

"Relax Bulma, everything will be just fine. You must relax in order to think clearly." He spoke softly as the carriage made its way toward the palace doors, rounding the curve.

She took in a deep breath and gripped her skirts, waiting for one of the men to open the door and allow her to step out. The door clicked loudly, signaling that it was being opened. A hand reached in, allowing Bulma to take hold of it as she slowly stepped out.

She reached up and straightened the atifet upon her head. Her hair felt tight against her skull, and her airway felt like it was closing up. The doors were opened, allowing her to see the darkness within its confines. This was the definition of hell to her at the moment. This was a living hell. It took her everything she had not to throw up upon the stone walkaway.

Pausing at the entrance, Bulma shifted her gaze over her shoulder to get a glimpse of Kakkarot and the Cardinal. Kakkarot nodded to her, offering her a smile of reassurance. Finally, she took her first step in. The soft sounds of chatter could be heard from the hallway.

She didn't want to make her way through the large hallways toward her rooms. It would be a death march the entire way. If she was lucky no one would know who she was and they would completely ignore her. She was half tempted to tell the men she could find her own way toward her chambers, but of course since it was the King's orders they would not comply.

As she slowly made her way down the hall, a brighter light illuminated across the floor boards. Bulma sucked in a slow deep breath and kept her head high. She started to speed up her pace, wishing to get through the hordes of people, which were most likely standing in the hall.

As Bulma stepped into the busy hall both the men and women shifted their gaze curiously to see who it was. As she entered the whole hall went quiet. The soft sound of conversing slowly died out. It was so quiet Bulma could hear her own heart beat in her ears as she walked through the parting crowd.

She shifted her eyes to each side, making eye contact with many of the people in the room. There were some that were whispering to one another.

Whore…

The King's Mistress…

She bore his bastard…

She cut off the echoing chatter, which was almost silent as their eyes followed her down the hall. She nearly lost it, but she kept her head high and refused to give to the intense feeling of breaking down. She would not allow these people to get to her.

I'm not a whore…

I am not his play thing…

I have a beautiful son…

She spoke to herself. God, it wasn't working she needed to get out of there. Bulma rounded the corner and slammed her body against the stone wall, covering her mouth with a hand and breaking down. Tears poured from her eyes.

The guards paused and looked from one to the other, "Miss, are you alright?" one asked her.

"Leave me be, I will find my way…" she whimpered.

"But Miss, the King…"

"I care not what his Majesty has told you, tell him I refused your help." She spoke harshly.

"Yes Madam." One said, nodding for the rest to follow.

Bulma pried herself from the wall and clutched her abdomen, hurrying down the hall toward the chambers that were meant for her even when she was pregnant with her son. She opened the door to see many young women preparing the room. They all gasped seeing the state she was in. Tears were streaming down her face, her cheeks were red, and she was hunched over.

A few of the ladies followed her to one of the bed chambers, calling for her. Bulma refused to respond. As soon as she arrived in one of the rooms, she slammed the door in their faces and threw herself upon the lush sheets, crying alone.

ooOoo

Kakkarot watched as the men shifted the trunks of clothing and other necessities from the carriage. He wanted to make sure her things were treated with the upmost care. The care a Queen would deserve. Bulma meant the world to him. She always would be in his heart. Even though he knew she would never love him like she loved the King.

Bulma was lost. She was drowned in her own feelings. The woman didn't know what she was feeling at the moment, but she sure hoped everything worked out for the best. He just wasn't sure the King was the best thing for her.

A hand rested upon his shoulder, which instantly caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on edge.

"What is it you want? Haven't you caused enough problems, your Eminence?" Kakkarot sneered at his mentor.

"Boy, hold your tongue. You knew this would happen." The Cardinal allowed his fat jeweled hand to slip from the young man's shoulder.

"Was this your idea? Take the boy away from her, so that she would have no ties with the King. Your precious King?" Kakkarot crossed his arms over his chest.

"I am warning you, I will not ask again. I am a powerful man and as much as it would pain me, I would send you from court and cease your pay." The large man murmured.

"I care about that woman; I would do anything for that woman, your Eminence." He stood closer, allowing his face to come just inches of each other.

"I know, and I never understood why. You and the King both care deeply for her. She is such a lowly girl. There are better women. The King needs to focus on a new marriage, not some whore." He spat.

Kakkarot turned his back on him, walking in the opposite direction.

"I am not done speaking with you," The Cardinal shouted.

"Your Eminence, I am afraid that if I continue to speak with you I know I will not be able to hold my tongue." He shot over his shoulder.

The Cardinal huffed and waved his servants over, "Where is the King?"

"I believe he is in a meeting with the counsel, your Eminence." One of the boys said softly.

"What, without me? Why would he do such a thing?" The Cardinal gripped his red robes and hobbled toward the entrance.

ooOoo

It had been a few hours since they had arrived at the palace of torture and Bulma was still not pleased. There had been no word from the King besides a dinner invite. He had wanted her to come, yet he did not have the decency of showing his face to her. She was fuming.

Bulma gripped a goblet in her hands and began to take large drinks, shifting her eyes to and from the piece of silver in her hand. Her eyes were currently upon her reflection. The women had removed the heart shaped atifet from her head and replacing it with a French style hood. It was encrusted with blue jewels, which matched her beautifully embroidered blue and aqua blue gown. It matched her hair perfectly. She allowed one of the girls to adorn her neck with a beautiful pearl and blue stone necklace, which accented her slightly visible cleavage.

Bulma drank deeply from her goblet once again and poured herself another full glass. She reached up to push a wavy lock of hair back away from her face, which one of the girls intercepted it and tucked it away.

"Madam was there anything else you wished to prepare before you were expected at dinner?" one of the young girls asked.

Bulma's nostrils flared as she pursed her lips. Yes, King Vegeta had asked a servant to rely a message to her. He wished her to show up for a dinner with him in his personal dining hall. She was not pleased. Apparently he had been caught up in meetings, which had to do with marriage as well as treaties. Deep down that angered her. She wished him to be with no one else.

She knew it was selfish. What she hated most was the fact that she couldn't hate him. She tried constantly, but the more she tried the more she wanted him. She wanted him deep between her thighs, and it sickened her. She was truly a wanton whore.

Bulma finally swatted her ladies away, "No I am fine. Thank you both for preparing me. I will wait until I am needed." The blue haired beauty stood and smoothed out her flowing skirts.

"Yes madam," they both said calmly in unison.

The women slowly made their way to an exit and closed the door behind them, leaving Bulma alone. She placed a hand upon her forehead and sighed, trying her hardest to keep her anxiety level to a minimum. Bulma picked up the wine, which was helping her immensely, and took a drink. She paced for moments on end.

After being alone for about forty minutes, a knock sounded through her door. She shot up her eyes, waiting for a voice.

Another knock sounded, "Yes?" Bulma called finally, taking note that the person wasn't going to speak.

"The King requires your presence, Miss." The boy said loud enough for her to hear.

Bulma stood slowly, leaving her empty wine glass on her vanity. She opened her door and nodded, allowing the boy to lead her to the King.

"I never understood why I need to be escorted every single time, I am not a child." Bulma said softly, already irritated with the customs of court.

"Yes, I realize Miss, but…"

"The King requires it, I know. Thank you," Bulma spoke harshly, which the boy didn't respond anymore the entire way. She was grateful.

It was dark outside. The halls were lined with ornaments that held the candles. The candles provided a romantic lighting that Bulma always enjoyed. Too bad this wasn't a romantic reunion. As she entered the dining hall, it too was illuminating dull candle light. The King was seated comfortably in his chair at the end of the table. A servant boy slowly pulled out her chair to allow her to sit, while another poured her yet another glass of wine.

She allowed her eyes to lift. His features were strong. She could see his jaw clench as his lidded eyes took in her delicate form. He had his hand rested upon his chin, as if he were contemplating. Bulma could no longer stare at him. His intense gaze was too much. Those black orbs were stirring deep emotions in her.

Finally he spoke, "You do not look at me…" his gruff voice caressed over her, causing her to shiver.

"Why is that?" he asked softly.

"I think you know why, your Majesty." Bulma kept her hands against her skirts and her eyes to the wooden table. Her jaw clenched tightly as her anger began to rise.

"He is my son…" he reminded her, causing her head to shoot up finally. Her eyes were filled with sadness and anger.

"How dare you, you know just as well as I that he is both of our sons. Don't you think a child needs his mother?" Bulma felt her lower lips tremble.

Vegeta sucked in a breath and slowly pulled up from his slouching position, and reaching for his golden goblet to take a large drink. The blue haired woman awaited a reply, but she received none. Her eyebrows knitted tightly together.

"Well…are you going to say nothing to me at all?" Bulma placed her hand upon the table top.

"Woman lets enjoy a meal together. I have missed you…"a low growl emoted from deep in his throat as he allowed his eyes to shift over her upper half.

Bulma closed her lips and leaned back in her chair as Vegeta snapped his fingers, which signaled for the servants to bring out plates of well prepared food.

They ate in silence. Vegeta kept lifting his eyes to stare upon the woman he fathered a child from. She was not pleased at the silence, but she was not about to start a conversation with this man if he refused to speak of it before the meal. It would be a never ending cycle. She knew if she continued to bother him, his temper would sooner or later get the best of him and he would not go easy on her.

The King dabbed a cloth over his mouth and laid it against his thighs, leaning back in his cushioned chair and grinned at the woman before him.

Bulma stopped chewing and raised a brow. She swallowed quickly and dabbed her own mouth.

"Will you answer my questions now?" she asked harshly.

"I never wanted to hurt you or the boy. I will not take him from you, Bulma." Vegeta said in his silky tone.

His jeweled fingers caressed over the silver knife that lay out before him. His eyes lifted to see a soft smile upon her features, "Thank you…" she responded to him. A wave of relief washed over her.

After a moment of silence, Bulma leaned back and took in a deep breath, "You have no idea how much that relieves me. I have been so pained thinking about my son being ripped away from me," She explained to her sovereign.

"There is one thing I require," his dark eyebrows knitted tightly together.

Bulma's soft smile suddenly faded from her peach colored lips, "A condition?"

Of course there was a condition…

ooOoo

Elisabeth rested a hand upon her belly and smiled seeing Kakkarot pace the floor of Bulma's chambers. They had been waiting for her to arrive back, but it had been a couple hours since she had left. He truly hoped everything was going alright. Elisabeth had come just as soon as she heard Bulma was back at court, which it didn't take long for her to figure it out. The court was swarming with gossip about the King's Mistress.

"So, when are you going to ask this particular women?" she prodded for more answers.

"I am not sure. I want it to be the perfect time. I know I want her, but I have to be sure she wants the same," he said softly, chewing on his thumb.

"Oh Kakkarot, from what you already told me she is in love with you. She frolics around like a young girl in love. You need to be a man and ask. Though," she paused and shot him a look, "I wonder what Bulma shall say…" a grin formed on her lips.

"Bulma would be happy for her cousin, I am sure about that." Kakkarot's eyebrows knitted, "What makes you think she would have a problem?"

"Oh, I don't know. I was just making sure. It is her cousin, which is more like a sister to her. You're a good friend and I was just making sure it wouldn't be awkward for the both of you." Elisabeth covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Oh stop this. You know very well Bulma isn't like that. She wishes nothing but happiness for other people." Kakkarot blinked a few time and looked to the ceiling, contemplating her words and truly hoping Bulma wouldn't mind.

"How do you think the discussion is going? I am truly worried about her," Elisabeth said softly.

"You shouldn't worry so much in your condition," Kakkarot shot back.

"I am with child, not ill." Elisabeth chuckled softly and stood, "Plus I feel better than ever. I just recently found out. I just hope this passes soon, so I can finally tell her. I want all to be well when we share this joyous news." She stood and placed her hands upon her flat stomach.

"I think that is for the best right now, even though you should be celebrating this occasion. I am sure your husband is pleased?" he inquired.

"Of course he is pleased, just as our families are pleased." Elisabeth nodded.

The door slowly opened, which the blue haired mistress walked through the small crack. Her cheeks were red and soaked with tears. Kakkarot immediately jolted forward to collect her in his arms. Bulma completely broke down the moment she felt his strong arms embrace her.

"Bulma, did he hurt you? Tell me this moment…" her friend shouted, drawing the attention of the chamber maids.

Bulma's form was wracked with sobs as she shook her head and didn't say a word to the two of them. She barely noticed Elisabeth, who was standing with her hands clutched to her chest.

"Well for the love of goodness, tell us what happened…I beg you." Elisabeth took a few steps toward her hysterical friend.

"H-He is going to a-allow me…" she hiccupped softly taking in a slow shaky breath, "To keep m-my son…" she buried her face in his chest once again.

Kakkarot's arms tightened around her small form and nodded, closing his eyes. He was grateful to hear those words come from her lips. That is what they had been waiting for all night. Elisabeth's tense back relaxed as she heard those words as well. She looked to the ceiling and whispered softly to herself, "Thank the lord."

"Bulma, hush all is well now. You don't need to cry. These are tears of happiness are they not?" Kakkarot smiled softly, gripping her shoulders and prying her body from his to look upon her face.

There was something utterly wrong with this whole situation.

"There is a condition…" she wiped her swollen eyes.

"Condition?" they both said together.

…

..

.

"There is one thing I require," his dark eyebrows knitted tightly together.

Bulma's soft smile suddenly faded from her peach colored lips, "A condition?"

"Yes, a condition. I wish you both to have a good life, Bulma. You know this. He is my only son." He finally began.

Bulma felt her heart thudding hard against her rib cage. Her eyes widened slightly and her hands clenched her skirts tightly.

"What is this…condition?" Bulma tilted her head to the side, trying very hard to keep her breathing somewhat relaxed.

His lips moved, and she leaned forward. Her ears registered the noise, but her brain was having a hard time functioning at this moment. Her peach colored lips parted slightly as her blue eyebrows knitted tightly. She looked down at the table, completely taken back.

"What do you say to that?" The King asked, pushing out his chair and standing over the table. His form towered over the table, creating dark shadows up the length of the table top.

"What?" Bulma swallowed hard and blinked.

"Will you?" He purred.

"Will I?" She asked him.

"Yes, will you be my wife? Make me a happy man and become my Queen…" he finally approached her and caressed the rough pads of his fingertips over her soft cheek.

…

..

.

"He asked what?" Elisabeth pressed a hand to her chest. Her green eyes were wide with shock.

Kakkarot felt jealousy twist in his gut, "He didn't…" he whispered.

Bulma's lips were trembling, "I don't know what to do…I'm so lost" she felt a single tear trail down her cheek and release from the bottom of her chin, glinting before crashing to the wooden floor board.

ooOoo

The different hood types including the atifet can be found at this link!

http://www.thetudorswiki.com/page/The+Tudors+Costumes+%3A+Women's+Dress

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading!

Also, I have done a collaboration fiction with maymayB. I told her to post it on her profile, and it is called "Night Out" it is a response to a challenge for Blue and Black. It isn't post on B&B right now because it won't allow me, but once I get ahold of the owner of that particular journal I will post it. Thank you guys again, and check it out!

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