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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 17

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z damn it all, so don't sue!

ooOoo

Rough finger pads were felt trailing up the soft plains of her stomach. Her back arched up toward the soothing caresses, her body subconsciously wanting and needing more. A pair of lips as soft as pedal's brush over the bones of her hips, causing her to take in a sharp breath. Bulma's blue eyes fluttered open as she begins to arise from her slumber.

Vegeta looks up from between her thighs to see she had finally awakened. He grins softly, leaning in to brush his cheek against the inside of her thigh. His hands smooth over the backs of her thighs, pulling them apart so his hips could settle between hers for easy access.

A silken sheet draped over her bare chest, creating a beautiful view for the King. She looked like a goddess in his bed. He never wanted to let her go. His rough fingertips clutched her thighs, yanking them apart to place another kiss to the inside of one. The blue haired woman before him took in a sharp breath, rolling her head to the side.

"Don't tell me you are ready for me once again…I am not sure my body can handle another round. Your stamina amazes me, your Majesty," Bulma reached up, gripping a plush pillow beneath her head and arching her chest causing the sheet to slide carefully off her bare breasts.

Vegeta sucked at the soft flesh under his lips, allowing his tongue to lick a trail up her thigh, coming extremely close to the tight curls between her thighs, "I will not take you again," a look of disappointment washed over his features as he sat up slightly, supporting himself upon his arms, "Even though it would have been nice to feel you wrap tightly around me as I bury myself deep within you," He growled, leaning in to nip her earlobe causing her body to shiver.

Bulma lifted her chin allowing a groan to escape her lips, which was filled with anticipation. A pair of rough hands spanned her rib cage, resting over her heavy breasts and cupping the heavy weight, "Lady Briefs I must say you I could sample you each and every night for the rest of my days."

"I am so lost in this world we live in, my King," the blue haired woman beneath him murmured, shifting her head to the side to look out the window as Vegeta showered her neck with soft kisses.

His assault on her neck ceased after hearing her mutter those words to him, "I am here to guide you, woman," His dark orbs lifted, holding her stare a moment, "You will always be protected when you are with me, I have already told you this. You and our son will be taken care of." Vegeta stood up, bearing all the weight of his body upon his knees and gripped his woman's thighs, parting them.

Bulma gasped feeling him yank her body closer, causing the sheet to slide down her body and expose the lower half of her that his eyes had wandered to, and were now burning brightly with desire.

"I know you will stick to your word, I worry about those at court. They aren't…," the blue haired woman gasps sharply, feeling his thick fingers slowly slid within her tight core, "Fond of me," she releases her inhaled breath and reached up, lacing her fingers in her tussled blue locks.

Vegeta snarls, burring himself within her soft flesh, "Enough talk woman, just feel, I care not what those idiots think of you. They will soon see your potential and after they realize that they will see you are the Queen England needs."

Bulma groaned throwing her head back and arching her breasts up, causing her nipples to pucker as the cool air caress gently over the pebbled flesh. Her legs quivered as she raised them, placing them over his hips.

Vegeta gripped her hips, burying deeper and taking what he believed to be his completely. He used her hard, showing her how much control he had over her body. Her cries echoed loudly throughout the King's chambers. They panted and groaned as they both reached their earth shattering peaks. Both bodies moving as one as they approached their breaking point completely lost in each other's bodies.

ooOoo

Cardinal Murphy gripped a large leather booklet, which carried important documents that had to do with the Churches scattered in England. There had been plenty of disruption as of late when it came to the religion that was practiced in this particular country. Many were following one particular man who did not believe in the Pope or the Roman Catholic Church.

Murphy would stop at nothing to stop this particular man's blasphemous words. He ran a hand under his large nose, scratching the side of the nostril and taking in a deep breath. He rounded the corner and jumped seeing Radditz, one of the Kings trusted friends, speaking to one of the servants just outside the King's chambers.

The younger man ran a hand over his unruly mane and glanced up, obviously hearing the gasp Murphy had emoted. His eyes darkened slightly and quickly he approached him. The Cardinal immediately gripped the leather booklet close to his chest and lifted his chin high, studying the young Duke before him.

"Radditz Brandon, what on earth are you doing wandering the hallways of the King's chambers?" The Cardinal spoke in in a snide tone.

Radditz chuckled softly and ran his large hands over the rich fabric of his coat. His fingers lace through the fur lining as he lifted his gaze. He grinned at the older man standing before him.

"The question is why are you standing in these hallways, Murphy?" The young man's grin slipped from his features, "I don't recall the King sending for you."

The Cardinal retracted and lifted his nose higher, taking in the man's posture. He was growing more and more agitated by the minute, "I don't need to be sent for, Brandon, I am an advisor and close friend of his Majesty." With that he stepped forward, trying to get around the well-built young man before him.

Just as he did, an arm shot out to block the Cardinal from taking another step towards the closed double doors. The two servant boys standing outside of the King's chambers quickly looked down the hall as soon as they heard the quick steps of the Duke of Suffolk, making eye contact with the flustered Cardinal.

"What do you think you are doing, Brandon?" the Cardinal sneered, "allow me to pass this instant, or I will make sure to have the King ban you from court until you learn your place."

Radditz's nostrils flared causing the corner of his mouth to twitch in annoyance, "You will not pass, nor will your threats do much of anything, Cardinal, for I have been told by the King himself not to let anyone near his chambers this morning. Not even you." The younger man then relaxed and placed his hands behind his back, holding his chin up high.

"What? I am not sure if I understand. We have a council meeting this morning, does the King not realize that?" his eyes flicker back and forth between the doors and the young man before him, who was now offering him a soft grin.

"Yes, he knows of this, Murphy. He is indisposed at the moment. It seems that he wished some time with his fiancé." With that Radditz bowed to the man in red and slowly turned, going back to guarding the door.

Cardinal Murphy's lower lip quivered with a mixture of anger and fright. What was happening in this palace? So, the King was actually going to go through with this frightful marriage? He needed to speak to the council at once. He wanted to inform them of what the King planned, and if they saw how absurd this was maybe they could sway his choice.

The red robes swayed as he took quick steps toward the council hall. The meeting would be starting shortly and since the King was indisposed, he would have to act in the King's place. He was the advisor after all.

By the time the Cardinal arrived to the hall many of the council members had already taken their seats and instantly stood, as if they were expecting his Majesty. They slowly sat back down, showing they were completely uninterested in his presence, which irritated the older man more. He cleared his throat and took his seat at the front of the table. His fingers pushed across the pieces of parchment, trying to find his page.

Carefully applying pressure upon the swell of the paper, he lifted his eyes and noticed each one of the men was staring at him as if completely confused as to why he was seated in the King's chair. He cleared his throat and tilted his head to the side, situating his cap upon his balding head.

"The King is indisposed, so I will be leading today." He spoke loud and clear, shifting his intense gaze around the table.

Radditz Brandon approached and sat directly next to Nappa Cooper, who leaned in and whispered something to the young man. Brandon lifted his eyes, meeting the Cardinal's.

"Better late than never," the Cardinal huffed.

"I am sorry your Eminence," Radditz rose his voice, loud enough for the older man to hear him from the end of the table, "I was busy with the King, for he had told me a few things that I needed to announce to Council. You knew he was not going to be able to make it and therefore needed someone to pass on a bit of information. He wanted to make sure the news was in good hands." The wild haired man grinned seeing a shade of pink form across his Eminence's cheeks.

"Thank you, Suffolk, for explaining that bit to me," the older man rubbed his chin and looked around at the men staring up at him, waiting for him to speak, "It seems the most important topic at the moment is finding a bride for his Majesty. His wife, god rest her soul, did not provide him with a necessary heir. I am not sure if the French will be willing to offer the King of Frances…" someone began to stand, catching the Cardinal's eye. His words immediately died on his tongue.

"Yes, Nappa?" the Cardinal raised a bushy brow.

"Cardinal Murphy, I do not understand why this marriage is of any importance to you. Our King is a young man and capable of choosing his bride. I can't help but notice your unnatural dedication to this particular topic. Why the French? There are plenty of different suitors." Nappa leaned over the table, placing his calloused hands on top of it.

Cardinal Murphy's eyes shifted to a group of men who were now leaning toward one another and speaking quietly. Some of their heads were nodding, and some were looking up at him with complete frustration. He cleared his throat nervously and wiped his joules with his index finger and thumb.

"The King must provide a male heir to the throne." The Cardinal once again explained to the group.

"Yes, I agree with you, your Eminence." A man called from the side, which caused a few of them to nod their heads in agreement.

Radditz growled lowly in his throat and sat back in his seat, drumming his fingers over the hard surface of the table. Nappa placed a heavy hand upon the man's shoulder.

"Something the matter, Brandon?" the Cardinal asked, resting his hands upon his rounded belly.

"Yes, actually there is. You still have not a clue what I wished to discuss with the group. I was given this task by the King himself." His dark eyes wandered the long table, causing the men to lean in with interest.

"Well, speak up. We are only discussing what could be done to ensure the succession is passed down the line to those who share the King's blood." Murphy said quickly, lowering himself in his own chair and allowing Radditz to stand.

"Everyone…the King wished me to reassure each one of you. He is concerned about the succession, and always has been. He has already decided on a bride. The woman he has chosen is not the usual, which there might be a lot said against it, but ultimately we are here for the King himself. He plans on wedding this particular woman in private by the end of week." Radditz paused briefly allowing the men surrounding him to take in what he just said.

Many of them were quiet, unsure of how to react, but finally one spoke up, "Suffolk, we are curious. Do tell us who this woman is."

Cardinal Murphy placed a hand over his eyes, as if shielding himself of the outburst that was only moments from happening once the Duke spoke the particular name.

"The woman's name is Bulma Briefs. She is the mother of his recently born son." He said loudly.

The moment the name left the young Dukes mouth the whole Council went silent. No one said even one word. Everyone's face was blank and for a brief moment they sat and stared at one another, trying to process it.

A couple of the older men began to shake their heads speaking terrible things, but still the majority of the group had nothing to say.

"What does the Council think of this choice?" Radditz tested.

Cardinal Murphy peaked through his split fingers, shifting his eyes around the table. A scowl formed on his lips seeing only a few were reacting the way he intended.

"The King already had a son with this particular woman, right?" Nappa said finally, "The King's happiness should be the only thing that matters. It is apparent this woman is very capable of providing the healthy children the King needs. I will support my King's choices till the end." Nappa grinned and nodded, shifting his own eyes down the line.

Many of the men followed with quick nods of their head. Soft murmurs echoed through the vast space in the hall, but finally cut off as each one of the men sitting at the table stared down the table at the Cardinal who was slowly closing his booklet and shaking his head.

The man in red robes stood up silently and tucked the booklet under his arm. He pursed his lips tightly and shifted his large body away from the table, beginning to leave slowly.

"Your Eminence, are you not happy with the Council's support for this marriage?" Radditz stood and shot a look over his shoulder.

"I must have a word with the King; he needs to rethink his choices." The Cardinal said and left the hall leaving the men by themselves.

"The King will not tolerate his consistent ragging." Nappa said from Radditz's side, which he grunted in response.

"Yes, let the man make his own grave." He said softly.

ooOoo

"You decided to spend the morning with me and miss your Council meeting?" Bulma couldn't help but allow a soft smile form on her lips as she situated the emerald necklace around her neck.

"I am King; I will go if I please. I spoke to the Duke of Suffolk and he took care of everything that I wanted to say anyways. There is no more that needed to be said. The only thing they are concerned about is the heir to the throne and a new wife. I put their minds at ease." Vegeta straightened his jacket and then began sliding the jewels upon his fingers.

"Oh?" the blue haired woman asked softly, shifting her eyes over her shoulder to get a better view of the handsome King before her. His large frame towered over hers as he approached her. His hands extended and caressed over the soft flesh of her slightly exposed shoulder blades. His fingertips brushed back and forth over her flawless skin, allowing his eyes to take in her features.

What was this look? Why was he looking upon her with such intensity? Those dark orbs watched her lips a brief moment as he looked as if he were deep in thought.

"What is wrong?" Bulma finally asked, snapping him out of his daze.

"Why would you think there was something wrong, woman?" Vegeta allowed his hands to slip from her shoulders. He moved toward the sitting area in his chambers and straight for a small end table, which had a silver pitcher filled with English wine.

Vegeta quickly poured himself a full glass and turned to face the woman who had slowly followed him. Her eyes were on him and a bit confused by his cold demeanor. His eyebrows knitted and finally he spoke after a large gulp from his glass.

"You are sure you wish to be married to me? You will be Queen and life for you will change forever. Once we are married I will never let you stray from me ever. You know what is expected from you…?" He paused, allowing his eyes to soften momentarily as he saw her distressed expression.

"Yes I am well aware of what I have agreed too. I will do anything for our son, Vegeta. You know this. What is it that has you so troubled?" she moved closer seeing he was now pouring her a glass of wine and extended the hand with the goblet to her.

Bulma took the goblet and watched her future husband, taking in his body language and posture. Was he second guessing his decision? Was he worried about her decision?

"Woman, you know that my decision is final. I just want you to understand what is expected of you. I don't want to force you. I need you to be willing." He explained, shifting his intense gaze in her direction.

I am doing this for my son…

Those words echoed in her mind. Her eyes closed a brief moment as she sighed. She knew why he was concerned. He wanted to make sure she was doing this not only for him, but for herself as well.

"Like I have said before, I agree. I know it won't be easy, but I will grow accustom to how things work." Bulma said quietly, sipping on her goblet of wine, "I want to be with you, your Majesty. I wouldn't if I didn't truly desire you…" she licked her lower lips softly, causing his intense eyes to darken with desire.

Vegeta look in a sharp breath and took a large drink from his goblet, letting his eyes glide over Bulma's slim form.

"You didn't bring my son with you on your travels." He spoke in a deep voice, which caught her attention immediately causing her to shoot up her head.

"No, he is still young, Vegeta. Traveling would be too much for him I feel." Bulma replied quickly, running a finger behind her ear.

"I will have word sent to your father that I wish for my son to be brought to the palace immediately. I will not allow him out of my sight another second." Vegeta downed the rest of the contents in the goblet and grunted loudly before slamming the silver goblet on the table.

Bulma quickly nodded, offering him a funny look, "Moving quickly, aren't you your Majesty?"

"I do as I please, and what I wish is for my son to be where I know he is safe." The King's body tensed, standing straight as he reached out to brush some hair from Bulma's eyes, "I expect you to stay with me this night. You will from this day forward." He said softly, leaning in to brush his lips against hers.

Bulma's body responded almost instantly to the searing kiss her King gave her. His hands wandering up and down the soft material covering her arms, pulling her small frame closer to his dominating form.

"You are mine; your whole being will be mine alone. We shall wed at the end of this week. Everything will be set in motion starting today." He whispered against her ear, causing her body to shudder with pleasure.

"Yes my King, I am willing to accept that." She whispered.

"Boy…" Vegeta spoke loudly, shifting his dark eyes toward the door and almost instantly a young man opened the door, approaching the couple, "Have the staff prepare a nursery for my son. With that knowledge, have someone send word to John Briefs regarding my son and this joyous news that his daughter and I will be married by the end of the week." King Vegeta said, releasing the blue haired woman at this side.

Bulma clutched her hand near her chest, watching her future husband slowly take this boy to the hall, explaining all he needed to tell the messenger.

She sighed and shifted her blue gaze toward the open window, slowly approaching it. Her hands slipped down the fabric of her turquoise gown and kept her eyes on the passing clouds in the bright blue sky. She was worried about this life she had been thrown into, but she loved this man and he was the father of her son. She truly hoped she could make him happy.

ooOoo

Over the next few days Bulma had been overwhelmingly busy. She had been bombarded with numerous different groups of people. There were a group of men that took about a dozen of the late Queen's jewels and offered her suggestions on personal jewelry just for her. They wouldn't be ready for a few weeks, but they did offer her a pearl and sapphire necklace. Round pearls circled around her neck and tiered down into a star formation, mixed with the beautiful blue stones. There was a pair of matching earrings that went with the stunning piece. She would be wearing it at her coronation, which wouldn't take place for at least a month.

Bulma was positive that the King had already begun planning the joyous event. Honestly the thought of having all eyes on her caused her to have butterflies flapping around in her belly. One of the women in her room called her name softly, causing her to snap out of her daze and look at her form in the mirror. The pieces of fabric was being pulled tightly to her body and pined. She didn't know how many times she jumped because she was pricked by one of the young girls learning the trick of the trade. Bulma honestly felt terrible for her. The older woman scolded her relentlessly. That same girl pulled a piece of lacey fabric around her mid-section and smiled.

"How do you like this Madam?" her sweet voice was barely loud enough to hear, "We could have this accenting the gown."

"Lace, it looks lovely." Bulma responded, smiling happily at the girl causing her to blush.

The girl looked to be about fourteen years of age. Bulma was seventeen now, but from the young girl's initial appearance and the way she held herself, the difference was great. It was as if Bulma had ten years on the girl.

Bulma couldn't believe at how large the skirts were. They had her skirts bumped up and taking over the room. That is how it was, the larger the skirt the more wealth. She needed to be stunning for her wedding day. That was their goal, to impress the King.

She took in a sharp breath and pressed a hand to the tight corset and looked at her reflection once again.

I'm really going through with this aren't I?

The women continued to work and Bulma sat incredibly still. Just then a knock came upon the door. Bulma's eyes shifted toward the closed door and just then a small woman made her way in. It was her son's wet nurse in her hands was her sleeping child. Bulma nearly jumped down from the stand they had her on. A few of the ladies had to help her down carefully.

"Oh my precious boy," Bulma whispered, feeling instant tears form in her eyes.

She took her son, nuzzling him close to her neck. Her hands instantly played with the purple locks on top of his soft head, causing the young baby to whimper in his sleep and stuff his tiny fist into his mouth, sucking softly.

"He has been well fed, Lady Brief. I am so glad to hear of this joyous news. You will be a lovely Queen, miss. I am so glad to have served you and the little one." She leaned in and smiled seeing the small boy nuzzling his mother's neck.

Bulma glanced up and continued to stroke her boy's back, smiling softly and nodding to the wet nurse allowing her to leave the room. Bulma's eyes widened seeing Chi-chi was standing in the door frame with wide eyes. She too had tears flooding those bright brown orbs of hers.

"Cousin…" Bulma breathed softly.

"My future…Queen…" Chi-chi stressed the word and wiped her eyes, sniffling softly.

"What are those tears for?" Bulma chuckled softly, shifting her son in her arms, trying not to wake him as the ladies around her finished pinning her skirts.

"I am just happy, my dear Cousin." Chi-chi replied, holding her cupped hands near her mid-section.

"I am happy too, truly happy that my family will be complete. I just worry. You know me." Bulma whispered and smiled, reaching out and gripping her cousin's hand and pulling her closer.

"Would it be too much to ask you to stand at my side the night I get married?" she asked her, searching her cousin's dark orbs.

Chi-chi gasped and nodded quickly, "Oh Bulma, no, that wouldn't be too much at all. I would be honored to stand next to you."

Bulma wrapped one arm around her cousin's neck, careful not to crush her son or pull the woman's dark cascading locks. She placed a soft kiss on her cousin's cheek and pulled away, wiping away the happy tears. The reunion was sweet and very happy for the occasion was surprising and joyous.

The ladies then informed Bulma they had her dress pinned properly, allowing her to pass her sleeping son and help her out of her gown and into something simple. She was standing in her own chambers, so she wasn't too worried about her appearance. She waited for the ladies to leave with the garment and then finally she turned to the dark haired woman. Chi-chi placed Trunks back into Bulma's waiting arms, placing one last kiss upon his forehead.

"Have you spoken to…?" Bulma was cut off immediately seeing a hurt expression cross Chi-chi's face.

"No…he has yet to speak with me. He saw me when I first arrived, but before I could approach him he was gone. I just don't know anymore…" she whispered, turning her body.

"He cares for you deeply, Chi. You know this just as well as I…" Bulma slowly approached her cousin, placing a free hand upon her shoulder.

Chi-chi looked up and over her shoulder and blinked back tears, "He cares, but my question is…who has his heart, Bulma?" her lower lip quivered, "I knew of his love for you. How am I supposed to give my all to a man that clearly is in love with another woman…?" Chi-chi shook her head and placed a hand over her eyes, unable to hold back the tears. Her body was wracked with tiny sobs.

"Chi-chi, this man loves you. I haven't seen him this way with anyone. He hasn't even been this happy when around me. I know this. He cares for me, but there is nothing other than sibling love." Bulma clutched her wrestles son tighter to her body, bouncing him lightly and cooing softly.

"I will just have to wait and see what he decides. From the moment he left I knew his attention would be directed to you. You know it pains me. You have no idea the envy I feel toward you at this moment. I love you, for you are my cousin, but I wish I could truly be loved unconditionally by the man I truly love." Chi-chi said softly, finally getting a grip of her reckless emotions, "I am sorry for my harsh words. I can't help my frustration."

"I have one thing to ask, and I hope it isn't true. Have you given your maiden head to Kakkarot?" Bulma asked softly.

Chi-chi instantly flushed, placed a hand over her chest. The younger woman could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

"I have lain with him a few times. I don't regret it, Bulma." The brunette said proudly.

"For heaven sakes, do you want to end up like me? I had a child out of wedlock. I do not wish for those at court to look down upon you like they did me, it isn't a good experience. I wouldn't wish it on anyone." Bulma scolded, placing a hand on her forehead.

Chi-chi bit her perfectly painted lower lip, looking to the floor board, instantly becoming speechless.

"I love you, truly I do. I love Kakkarot and I know he would never leave you if anything were to happen and I know he would make an honest woman out of you, but Chi-chi please think before you make decisions like that. Your body's innocence should be precious, not given up so easily." Bulma whispered, feeling sorry for her cousin at the moment. She knew how she felt. To offer a man everything and have mixed signals directed back.

"I know this, Bulma. I think I am old enough to figure it out myself. I have not been with him for a while, and I just bled so there is nothing to worry about." Chi-chi flushed brightly once again.

"Speak with him, please. I want you happy, but if you ignore it, he will never know your true feelings. Kakkarot is the kind of man that you can speak to, so be glad." She smiled and placed another kiss upon her cousin's cheek.

"I will speak with him." Chi-chi sighed dramatically, "Now, about this wedding. I was told it is going to be a private affair."

"Yes, I have talked his Majesty into allowing me to have my private wedding. Of course in return I am allowing him to plan my Coronation as Queen." Bulma shook her head, placing a hand upon her cheek and blushing deeply.

"I cannot believe this. My very own cousin, sister even, becoming the Queen of England." The dark haired beauty giggled softly and curtsied in respect, causing Bulma to swat a hand at her.

"Mistress," one of the ladies slowly made her presence known.

"Yes?" Bulma licked her lips and tightened her grip on her son.

"His Majesty is expecting your presence in his chambers this evening. He had much planned for you. He has sent one of his chamber servants." With that the girl also curtsied and exited.

Chi-chi raised a brow and grinned, "Practice that you preach my dear cousin." The younger girl drawled out the words dramatically.

"Oh stop, I am to be married." Bulma slowly handed her son to Chi-chi, "Take him to his nursery, inform his wet nurse to keep him well fed and keep him happy." Bulma placed a kiss on his forehead before exiting the room, already prepared to spend the rest of her night with her King.

ooOoo

Author's Note: I have just finished my summer class, so I should have a lot more time to write. Thank you again, and have a wonderful week! Below are some links, and I truly hope ffn doesn't play stupid and cut it because I really want you guys to see what I am describing, because I feel my descriptions sometimes do nothing. A picture is always good. :) (Ps….make sure to replace the words I put in the brackets with the directed punctuation as well as the spaces at the beginning or it won't work. I have added space in practically everything for it to work!)

Bulma's necklace that she will be wearing to her Coronation:

http://speedy.theanneboleynfiles.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/parr_sapphire_pearl7.jpg

Bulma's Wedding Dress:

http://www.westchester-weddings.com/images/Dresses/marys/ren_6160f.jpg
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