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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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The Other Woman

Chapter 16

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

Listening To: What Makes You Beautiful By: One Direction

Word Count: 5,401

Warnings: I am so sorry if sexual content makes you uncomfortable, but there is lemon/lime in this chapter. So if this makes you uneasy please do not read it. I know that many of my reviewers disappear on me when I post a chapter with sexual content. I apologize in advance for my dirty, dirty mind. ::sad face::

ooOoo

Bulma gripped a soft Childs blanket and leaned back in one of the soft cushioned chairs placed close to a wooden end table in her bed chambers. The dim light from the candle caressed over her relaxed form, creating dramatic shadows over her figure.

She snuggled the blanket against her face and took in a deep breath, inhaling the soft smell of her infant son. It was the only way she was able to cope with the long distance between them. She knew he was in good hands, but she had yet to be away from him. She had spent every waking moment with her lavender haired son from the moment he took his first breath.

Bulma sniffled and wiped the back of her hand under her nose. She blinked her eyes a few times, trying her hardest to force the burning tears away. It was too much for her to bear. She knew she was not the same Bulma Briefs from months ago. She had changed.

Kakkarot had noticed it, and so did her good friend Elisabeth. She was no longer that naive girl they once knew. She was forced to grow up and thrust into womanhood. She would never regret the beautiful gift Vegeta gave her, but she couldn't help but feel sorry for that fact that she didn't birth him in an environment which had a married father and mother. No matter, she couldn't turn back, and the man who helped her create this child seemed to want her in his life even more than before. She should be happy for he was the only man she gave her whole self to. The man she loved.

Fate had a plan for her and the King when England's precious Queen was no more, leaving the King to do as he pleased. Why not take the woman he had his only child with. Did he even care about her? She loved him, but the question was did he truly love her like he admitted some months back?

The first trauma with that horrid woman, Marron, seemed like a huge mistake, a moment of pure lust, which had her completely uneasy about their situation. Would she be able to trust him in the future? He sure had been proving himself as of late, but time would only tell. She didn't know what to think anymore.

A knock came upon the door; Bulma lifted her head from the soft fabric of the blanket and called to the person on the opposite side. She instantly dropped her child's blanket to her lap and quickly situated the long braid over her shoulder.

Elisabeth's head peaked in and following behind her was one of her ladies. The young woman who was with Elisabeth smiled at her, but quickly made her way to the bedside, preparing the sheets for her to sleep whenever she was ready.

Elisabeth clutched her stomach subconsciously and made her way toward one of the seats placed nears Bulma's. She was not yet prepared for bed, for her chambers were on the opposite side of the palace. Her husband would surely be worried about her.

"It is late; you should be preparing yourself for sleep. Your husband will miss you by his side." Bulma forced a smile upon her lips.

"He will do just fine without me, Bulma. You know just as well as I that he cares for your well-being. He completely understands the situation." Elisabeth's green eyes flashed in her direction as she grinned playfully at her close friend.

"Well, if you are sure he won't be angry with you, then I suppose I won't shoo you off." Bulma chuckled softly and clutched the fabric between her fingers, running her thumb along the soft edges.

"Have you been thinking about the King's question?" Elisabeth cleared her throat, finding her question odd as soon as it left her lips.

"Do you even need to ask that? Of course I have. It has yet to leave my troubled mind since the moment I heard the question leave his lips." Bulma sighed dramatically, lifting a hand and rub her sore eyes.

"It must be hard, for he is King. I wouldn't know what to do in your place. It is what he wills, therefore it will be done," Elisabeth paused and placed her hands in her lap. Clutching the fabrics of her skirts, "Though I cannot help but wonder if you do refuse his offer, you might regret your decision. Better yet, do you love him as you once did?" Elisabeth leaned in, trying hard to gain her close friends eye contact.

"You know what I feel for that father of my child, I am just scared. I think this fear is going to drive me mad if I continue to dwell on it." Bulma clutched the loose fitted garment of her nightgown.

"You must speak with him about this." Elisabeth whispered, shifting her eyes toward the door, listening for creeks upon the floor boards just outside of the door.

"I know I must, but I can't help but tense up each time I am placed in his line of vision." The blue haired woman admitted. She gripped her braid and toyed with the tip of it, shifting her blue gaze toward her friend. There was a long pause in the conversation, which was quite awkward.

Elisabeth offered her a kind smile and leaned in to place her hand upon her friends, "What of Kakkarot? If you haven't noticed he had taken a liking to your sweet cousin. That worries me as well." The conversation had completely shifted, which Bulma knew it was only because Elisabeth could tell how hard it was for her to speak about the King.

"Yes, I have noticed. He has been very happy with her, Elisabeth. At first I was skeptical. I thought he was trying to push his affections onto someone else because I did not return his feelings, but he is genuinely happy." Bulma chuckled and stroked her fingers over the wispy blue locks near her ears, brushing them behind.

"He still loves you, Bulma," her green eyed friend pointed out, tilting her head to the side.

"Yes but not as he once had, Elisabeth, he has found someone else he can love and be loved in return. Chi-chi loves that man. From the moment she met him, she was completely taken with him. He will marry her, or so help me God I will kill him myself." Bulma chuckled.

Elisabeth smiled, "He has been speaking to me about such things, and I was truly worried about your thoughts."

"Why is that? Was it because I was showing minor interest in the man? No, I was being childish. That is what that game was called. I care for him, but he is like a brother." Bulma explained which Elisabeth merely nodded in agreement.

"Bulma, you don't have to explain your feelings to me. I believe Kakkarot intends on marrying your cousin. He has been speaking of it since he arrived back." Elisabeth leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, growing tired just sitting in the dimly lit room.

"He better if he knows what's good for him," Bulma collected her night gown and stood, taking small steps toward the bed where her lady waited for her.

In her hands was the small blanket, which she refused to give up for more than a moment, "I am tired, and I know you need your sleep as well. I have much to think about. For in the next few weeks this land might have its new Queen, lord help me." Bulma made the sign of the cross over her chest and slipped her feet under the thin sheets placed upon her bed.

Elisabeth stood up and smiled, "Yes, but I think you are just what this land needs." She shot over her shoulder as she made her way toward the closed door of the bed chambers.

"You're just being bias. You must say those things because you are my friend." The blue haired vixen propped up upon her elbows as her lady tucked in the sheets, wished her good night, and left quietly.

"Oh hush, it is not like that at all. I mean it. Bulma, you wound me. Don't tell me you are bias toward me with certain things, and when you tell me words of comfort they aren't true." Elisabeth teased as she gripped the door handle, listening for the click of the door opening.

"I do no such thing." Bulma snapped and fell back against the pillows, "Good night Elisabeth, I will see you tomorrow bright and early."

ooOoo

During the early morning light two white horses steadily made their way toward the King's palace. They were there specifically because they had an audience with the King. The shouts of the guards alerted those standing near the gate to open as the French flags waved proudly as the small group approached.

They were quickly helped from their horses and allowed into the palace walls. The court was in an uproar with gossip. Would there be a new Queen? Who would this woman be? Many were concerned that the King's Mistress has been invited back to court.

As the well-dressed men approached the King's offices, the crowds parted, making way for them. Respect was shown toward the men, which both continued on their path. They were determined to get a word with his Royal Highness.

Inside the office Cardinal Murphy paced the floor, tapping his index finger upon his lower lip, "But Your Majesty, I spoke with you a month ago about the Ambassador's arrival." The large man turned and opened his palms, trying to offer the fuming King a kind smile.

"A reminded would have sufficed. You fool; I am the King of England. I have many things I attend in a day and therefore a reminder a month before isn't going to strike my memory unless I was warned. Do you lack a brain Murphy?" Vegeta lifted his dark gaze to the nervous man before him.

The Cardinal began to pace back and forth over the rug placed before the large desk in the office, in which Vegeta sat and looked over important documents from Spain and France. He took great interest in the document that had to do with this important meeting that he was not reminded of. Why had this particular document finally appeared on the day the French Ambassador arrive? Vegeta smelled a rat.

"My deepest apologies, Your Majesty, for I should have reminded you. You know I have been traveling to the Briefs estate and it had slipped my mind." The man chuckled caused the double chin below his jaw line to crease heavily.

"You let it slip your mind? Have you gone mad? For a man who is supposed to support me and my decisions, you seem to be doing nothing at all. I have two men that have come all the way from blood fucking France and that is your excuse. I wish to keep my vessel free of marriage for the moment. I do not wish to marry that French child." Vegeta spat, slamming his fist upon his desk.

"Your Majesty, the girl may be young, but she is perfect age to bare you a son." He argued.

"Shut up, Murphy, I have heard enough about this child. I do not need a child in my bed, but a woman." He sneered, standing abruptly. The chair skidded across the wooden floor, which the loud noise gained everyone attention.

One of the Kings servants hurried to the door, allowing the King to make his exit. His strides were angry and quick. King Vegeta took a few steps up upon his throne and looked out to see a few of his most trusted men standing close to the open double doors. A young man stepped forward to introduce the men to the King, which he responded with a look of annoyance. Vegeta quickly propped his head up upon his hand and narrowed his eyes, watching the men in feathered hats slowly walk in with their heads held high and smiles upon their faces.

"Your Majesty, it is a great pleasure to finally speak with you in regards to our master's letters to you." The two men bowed, showing their up most respects for the man seated before them.

The jewels upon their hands and necks sparkled as the light filtered through the glass windows. The men were in their finest when in the King of England's presence.

Vegeta cleared his throat and shifted his eyes toward the Cardinal, who was standing not too far from him. A grim look slowly made itself known upon his features. What letters did this man speak of? The King's nostrils flared as anger boiled within him. He simply kept his lips tight, for he did not wish to make himself look like a fool in front of the French.

"Your King wishes me to marry a cousin, is this true?" He finally spoke loudly, his voice carrying far in the room, quieting many of the casual chatter.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is true. She is a lovely bride. Her hair is black as night and her eyes are as green as emeralds." The man's accent was heavy, but it did not suppress any of the passion he had for this particular match.

"Is that so, and if what you say is true, why did you not bring me a portrait of this woman? I would like to see the woman before I make a final decision." Vegeta leaned back in his chair, allowing his legs to part casually.

"I…well I assumed my Sovereign's word was good enough, for he has wonderful taste in women." The man shot the young King a saucy grin.

Vegeta began to chuckle, shaking his head. His dark eyes lifted, shining with interest for a brief moment, but he instantly retracted his grin, "So your Master has had a taste of my so called bride to be? This was supposed to please me?" Vegeta's voice lowered instantly, "I am looking for a wife, not a whore." He growled.

"Your Majesty mistakes my words," the man stuttered.

"Remove yourself from my court. I am not interested in the French King's offer." Vegeta stood and smoothed his hands down his chest, straightening the fabric.

The Ambassador stood in the middle of the room, wide eyed from shock. He had failed his King, and he was sure he was going to get an ear full when he returned. This event did not seem to go as planned. He slowly turned and tried to exit, but was stopped by the Cardinal.

"My apologies for my King's words toward you, for I know you both have traveled a long distance. I only wish to make things right. You see the King still mourns for the Queen's death and it is a tender time in his life. You must give him time to come around." Murphy toyed with the jeweled rings upon his fingers.

"There is no more discussion. My King will hear about everything that occurred. You spoke as if the King was willing. The King seemed far from willing. He was more offended than anything else. You have misled France, Murphy." The man sneered and left, lifting his nose high into the air.

With those last words, Murphy hurried toward the office in which King Vegeta had made his way to. The King was angered. He stood before one of the windows in the office; glaring over his shoulder as the round Cardinal entered the room.

"I am unsure what to do, Your Majesty." The Cardinal muttered.

"You will have nothing to do with any of my marriage affairs, is that clear?" He slowly turned, staring him down with his intense black gaze.

"But…what will you do then? You are King, for you can choose whomever you wish." Murphy replied, throwing up his hands.

"That is right, and I will marry whomever I please. I will make that blue haired vixen as my wife. Lady Briefs will be your Queen."

ooOoo

Bulma smoothed her hands over the rich velvet of her gown and shifted her gaze toward Kakkarot who was approaching her slowly. He gripped his jacket tightly in his strong fists. There was not a single ounce of emotion readable on his features.

She smiled at him, reaching out a hand, which he gladly took in an instant. She let her blue eyes roam his tired face. Dark bags were noticeable and this bothered her. What could possibly be wearing on him?

"I see Elisabeth has yet to make an appearance. I see her husband has made his way from their rooms without her." Kakkarot's dark eyes shifted to the man their friend called husband. Robert happens to notice the two and smiled, nodding to them both.

Even though he had set eyes upon the duo, he did not approach them. Bulma was rather upset about this. Her eyes shifted around the large hall, getting small glimpses of roaming eyes and hearing soft whispers. She knew they were talking. Her fist tightened at her side.

"Don't pay attention to them, you will only fuel it," Kakkarot's voice was low, which instantly pulled her from the dark place she was heading.

"I am fine, but you don't look fine at all. Have you not been getting any sleep?" She inquired, taking a step back, feeling he was crowding her a little too much.

"Don't worry about me," he whispered, running his hand through his unruly locks, "You have more important things to worry about at the moment."

"I don't wish to speak of those things," she lifted her eyes, barely getting a glimpse of the group of men staring in her direction and smiling.

Bulma's painted lips pursed as she shook her head deciding to change the topic, "Elisabeth told me about your intensions with my cousin," she said calmly, which instantly grabbed ahold of Kakkarot's attention. His eyes widened in shock.

"It is fine you know," Bulma paused a brief moment, taking in a soft breath, "I just don't want you to hurt her, I know she cares deeply for you. She has never been close to a man before, Kakkarot." Bulma explained which caused her friend to lower his eyes.

"I feel very uncomfortable speaking to you about your cousin," Kakkarot said softly, clearing his throat and shifting his gaze around the large open space of the hall.

"Why, you spend every waking moment near her. I am not oblivious of your affection toward her, but I must ask you not to lead her on if you still have feelings for me," the blue haired woman explained, leaning in to get ahold of his wandering eyes with hers.

"Bulma…I…" He whispered softly, but paused seeing the French Ambassador rush through the parting crowd.

The man was speaking quickly in French, ripping his hat from his head and not taking even a moment to catch his breath. The other well-dressed man, following behind the Ambassador, was trying desperately to calm him on their way out of court.

"Something clearly didn't go his way." Bulma's blue eyebrow rose slightly as she shifted her eyes toward the audience hall.

The hall was now roaring with loud banter as everyone began to speak amongst themselves about what they had just witnessed. Certain words were easy to pick up, but with the overabundance of sounds it was hard to understand what had just happened. Bulma turned her body and began to walk slowly toward the Audience hall entrance.

"Looks like the King just had an audience with the French Ambassador." Kakkarot explained.

"The French you say, it was most likely regarding marriage." Bulma whispered softly.

"Bulma, he is King of England. Of course it is. He needs an heir to the throne." He said shooting her a funny look.

"He has a son." Bulma said boldly, growing agitated with her friend's words. Those most important to her seemed to be forgetting about her pride and joy as of late and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure he was put first.

"Your son is a bastard child, a Fitzroy." Kakkarot forced the words from his lips.

Bulma's eyebrow furrowed instantly and a pained look crossed her features, "I see," she said, moving away from him, unable to look upon him any longer.

"Bulma, you know I didn't mean to offend. I am just trying to put things into perspective for you." He said reaching out to grip her arm only to have her shrug away from him.

"I think you should check on Elisabeth, she has yet to come down for the day. It is so unlike her. We will not discuss this any longer. It seems I have finally made up my mind. I know the extent I must go in order to make my son important in these people's eyes." Bulma sneered and moved through the crowd.

The Audience hall was empty, but many men and women stood outside, looking in to see if the King was going to make an appearance again.

So this is where you lock yourself away when you want to hide from the people of the court…

Bulma glanced over her shoulder to see the same group of men still staring and smiling at her. She ignored them immediately, listening to the one smart thing that Kakkarot had told her to do this afternoon.

Her blue eyes roamed over the intricate patterns carved into the wood upon the door that lead to the royal offices of the King. An overwhelming feeling caressed over her form as she began to think of her future conversation with the King. She was nervous for her future along with her sons. Bulma knew that she needed to speak with the King, but right now most likely wasn't the best time with her emotions running high. She didn't want to seem desperate either, for Vegeta would expect more out of a woman who he would be taking as a wife and Queen. She turned her gaze to those who were watching her every move and quickly decided to leave the intense gazes of those attending court.

ooOoo

"But your Majesty, what will the Pope think of this match? What will your people think?" the Cardinal asked, stumbling forward, as he following behind him.

Vegeta gripped the French documents in his hands and tore them down the middle, walking in large strides toward the large fireplace in his office and shoved the torn pieces of parchment into the golden hue of the flames.

"What of my desires and needs you useless excuse for a human being?" Vegeta shot over his shoulder, raising a hand and clutching his fist tightly.

Murphy slouched where he stood, fearing he would strike him for his constant questioning. He finally decided to keep his mouth closed, for the King seemed to be less tolerant of him as of late. The Cardinal was desperate to win the affections of the King. He would stop at nothing to get to a higher standing. The Cardinal had been at the King's side since his father had passed and the crown was handed down to him.

"Your desires and needs are top priority, your Majesty," The Cardinal bowed in respect and nodded in agreement.

"It doesn't seem that you favor Lady Briefs. You do not know the woman, Murphy. Nor does my people, which I will show them the Queen she can be. All I need is her word, which I will receive." Vegeta stated proudly making it clear to the Cardinal of the man's ever growing persistence.

"I understand, Your Majesty, but I think you should think long and hard before picking a woman without royal blood." The older man clenched his teeth tightly together, afraid of the King's reaction.

"Royal blood…," The King said in a bland tone, which surprised Cardinal Murphy. He was expecting a heavy object to fly through the air toward his head.

"I think this thing called 'royal blood' is the problem. I was forced into a marriage before; I will not have it again." He shot over his shoulder before arriving at the door and shoving the boy aside before he could open it for him.

The angered King yanked the door open to see his blue haired woman leaving the audience hall's door frame.

The Cardinal got a glimpse of what had suddenly gained his King's attention, which unsettled him entirely.

Vegeta moved across the wooden floor to have many of the people of court instantly drop into a low bow, completely not expecting the King to make an appearance. There was no time for introductions and at the moment he did not mind it. He had his sight on the woman who was now down the hall and moving rather quickly through the dim hallways of the palace, and away from the people of court.

Vegeta's ear barely picked up the soft sound of whispers as his body disappeared in the darkness of the hallway.

His dark eyes scanned the stone walls of hallways. A spiral staircase caught the King's attention as he slipped past a few doors and no longer could see her form in the distance. She had completely disappeared. Vegeta's dark eyes shifted to the side, picking up a shadow dart across the curved stone wall, leading down the spiral staircase.

"What are you up to woman…?" he spoke softly to himself, growing suspicious seeing as she was going to a place where people of court usually did not.

He kept his body close to the edge of the wall and peaked around the edge, narrowing his eyes to see she had stopped. Her form was in the center of the damp underground halls. The soft light of the torches created a shadow of her body across the stone floor. Her arms were wrapped around herself. Was the woman crying? Her body quivered and shook as he began to hear her take in soft shaky breaths.

He felt foolish, which finally allowing his anger to disappear. How could he honestly allow himself to get this mad? The woman wasn't here to sneak in a secret meetings with God knows who, but to be alone. Vegeta stepped down and moved closer to her.

Bulma jumped, hearing the soft clicks the King's shoes as he descended further down the steps and toward her small frame. Her glistening eyes widened in shock seeing who it was that followed her down in the lower region of the palace. Bulma reached up and brushed her angry tears away from her swollen eyes. She licked her lips and wrapped her arms around her mid-section.

"Your Majesty, I just needed a few moments to myself." The young blue haired woman forced soft smile on her lips.

"You are crying, who has hurt you?" The King demanded, snaking out a strong hand and capturing her chin tightly in his grasp.

"No one has hurt me…" she responded, closing her eyes. Bulma felt the sting of tears as her eyes slid closed. She forced her head to the side, feeling his fingertips brush across her soft jaw.

"Women do not cry for no apparent reason, something has you distraught," King Vegeta leaned in, forcing her jaw straight once again and brushing his rough thumbs over her jawline, "Now tell me the reason for your tears."

"I have made my decision," Bulma finally stated, forcing her bright blue eyes to meet his dark stare.

"The decision is not in my favor?" Vegeta leaned in, placing his lips mere inches from hers. He began to back her body close to the edge of the wall. His hands tightened around her face.

"No…" she whispered, trailing off and allowing a soft whimper to escape her parted lips, "It is both in our favor." She sighed softly feeling the soft caress of his breath upon her cheek as he lean in to brush his lips against her jaw.

Vegeta took in a deep breath, "Will you be my woman. Can I be your husband, so I can take care of my son properly? He will never be questioned again, I swear to you." He slid his hands down the curves of her sides and hoisted her up onto his knee, balancing her small body.

"Yes, you may be my husband…if your promise to take care of him. He is everything to me." She whimpered softly leaning in to capture his lips hungrily with her own, throwing her arms around his neck. She had wanted to do this for months. Ever since their quick coupling in his rooms, her body craved more each time he came to mind.

"I see you have wanted me just as much as I have craved you," he growled against the curve of her neck, suckling softly at the flesh.

Vegeta's nimble fingers went to work as they slid carefully up her skirt and around the outside of her thighs. He tightened his hold upon his future wife and Queen, and lifted her higher, forcing her thighs apart so his hip could pin her to the wall. He slid one hand over the top of her creamy thigh and pushed it forward to meet her core. His fingers sifted through the material, parting her nether folds with his thumb and middle finger, allowing his index finger to caress over the sensitive bud of her sex.

Bulma's head dropped back, hitting the stone wall. Her swollen lips parted as a sigh of pure pleasure escaped them. Her eyes fluttered closed. Vegeta leaned in and began to whisper in her ear, "I can do this to you every night. I know you love and need my touch," he growled and nibbled at her earlobe, which caused her writhing body to shiver in pleasure.

"Oh God yes, I need your touch. I need you more than anything else. Your son needs you…" she groaned and arched her hips as his fingers dipped into her glistening core causing her chest to arch up.

"Right now let's focus on you and me, woman." Vegeta rubbed his thumb over her clit as his middle and ring finger pumped into her wet core, causing her essence to leak freely and coat his thick fingers.

"Please yes," Bulma moaned, allowing his hot mouth capture hers in a breathless kiss.

"Stay with me tonight…" Vegeta demanded, allowing his tongue to dip out and caress over her full lower lip. He pulled his fingers free and clutched her skirts, raising them higher.

"If it pleases your Majesty," the aqua haired goddess grinned, looking upon his handsome features through lidded eyes.

"It would please me if my future Queen would spend an evening with me," his hand descended between their bodies as he unlaced his breeches. He freed his painfully hard member and pushed forward, allowing himself to sink into her wonderful heat.

"God, then I shall…spend…the evening…with you." She panted through each quick and forceful thrust of his hips.

Vegeta leaned in and pressed his forehead against cold stone of the wall and slammed his fist against it, groaning in pleasure as he began to quicken his pace. His dark eyes closed shut as he thrust himself deeper into her welcoming body.

"God woman, you will never leave my side again. You are mine…" he whispered harshly into her ear, causing her to throw her head back and cry out in ecstasy.

"My King…" she moaned softly.

"My Queen…" he threw his head back, gripping her thighs and loosing himself completely inside the one woman he loved.

ooOoo

A/N: Coming to an end everyone! Brace yourselves!
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