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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 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. This is just for fun.

Warning: This story contains adult themes and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. This story is also a lot different than the show DBZ, and the characters aren’t going to be completely IC. This story isn’t a happy tale, so do not expect rainbows and butterflies. Be warned.

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Eight Years later…

Bulma sat in front of her mirror and straightened her head dress. Her blue locks of hair were twisted and pinned back holding it tightly to her head. She turned her face, looking at her pale complexion. She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder as her fifteen year old cousin burst through her door.

“Your father has received word back from the Queens chamberlain!” Chi-chi exclaimed.

Chi-chi was wearing a plainer dress, which was a lime green, and had no patterns on it what so ever. Bulma’s gown was similar, but it was a vibrant red. She stood up from her seat and smiled brightly at Chi-chi. She was truly excited to learn what news this letter brought. Her cousin opened the door.

“Well, aren’t you at least wondering if the Queen’s chamberlain has spoken with the Queen about the replacement?” Chi-chi tilted her head to the side seeing Bulma’s worried expression.

“Oh, well of course I am. I am just afraid that she might reject since it isn’t my mother going.” Bulma said softly.

The raven haired girl made a funny face and gripped Bulma’s small hand tightly, “Oh non-sense, come on we will see.”

Bulma bit her lower lip and allowed her cousin to drag her down the stairs. They waited for John to get done speaking to Beatrice before they decided to see what the news was. Everyone knew John wanted Bulma to replace her mother as a maid-of-honor. Her mother had not been well these past few months, and she received word that the Queen wanted to see her back in court as one of her ladies. When Beatrice received the letter she knew she wouldn’t be well enough to go, and she didn’t want to risk exposing the Queen in her delicate state. There had been word that the Queen was again with-child after a miscarriage.

Her father, John Briefs, had already set his goal of getting Bulma in at court before their family was replaced. He had spoken to the Queens chamberlain in a letter requesting that Beatrice would be excused and instead that their daughter could take her place. Bulma had been so excited, and had dreamed about this day. If the Queen allowed she would be packing and headed to the Palace to serve the Queen.

Bulma’s father immerged from a closed door, and his wife then followed him out. Chi-chi grabbed Bulma’s hand and squeezed tightly, “Relax Bulma, you can breathe.”

“Well, what did this letter say, father?” Bulma released Chi-chi’s hand and tightly clasped her hands together waiting to hear the news.

“Well, it seems you will be going to court, my girl.” John Briefs smiled to his daughter.

Bulma blinked a few times and looked between her father and mother quickly, “Truly?”

John nodded, “Yes, now see that you have everything you need. Also, you must be prepared for what the Queen requires. You will speak with you mother, since she herself has served the Queen.”

“Of course, Father.” Bulma smiled and glanced over at Chi-chi who was grinning from ear to ear with excitement for her cousin.

Bulma immediately rushed to her room. The servants of the household helped her pack some of her nicer things and get prepared to go to court. Her mother wanted her to bring her best gowns and best head dresses. Of course she would be provided with a certain gown that the Queen wished her to wear as soon as she arrived. Until then she was very excited. She hoped that the Queen would be everything that she had dreamed. She bet she would be beautiful and kind hearted. She swooned around her room thinking about how wonderful court life would be. She lived in the country with her parents her whole life, so she knew it would be a lot different. Not to mention she would be meeting new people.

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The preparations were moving along quickly, and soon Bulma would be on her way. Beatrice smiled kindly in her daughter direction when she opened the door. Her daughter was seated on her bed and staring out the window, watching people loading her items in a carriage. Bulma had her hands folded in her lap, and was deep in thought.

“Bulma dear,” her mother’s soft voice touched her ears, causing her to look in her mother’s direction.

“Oh I am sorry mother; I didn’t even hear you come in.” Bulma admitted and stood as her mother approached.

“It’s quite alright, dear. I know you have many things that you are thinking about. It will be a challenge to get used to court life. You have lived here all of your life, and you were never expected nor prepared to tend a Queen.” Beatrice chuckled softly as she reached for Bulma’s hands, taking them in hers.

“I know mother. I am just nervous that I will only cause the Queen more stress.” Bulma looked down unable to look her mother in the eyes.

“Chin up.” Her mother tapped her chin making her child lift her beautiful blue gaze to meet a matching pair, “You will be wonderful. The Queen will love you; all you have to do is be yourself. You are a good girl, and we raised you well. Take the education we have provided you and use it.” She smiled.

Bulma’s eyes wandered a moment and finally nodded, “Yes Madam.” She said respectfully. Beatrice embraced her daughter momentarily and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Alright then, get ready to go and make sure you have everything you need.” She released her daughters hand quickly and walked to the door.

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Bulma was ready to depart from her childhood home. She would write her family whenever she was allowed. She knew she would miss them terribly. Bulma embraced her mother, father, cousin with a tearful good-bye and was escorted into the carriage and watched them as the carriage departed. Her tear filled gaze focused on her family as the distance between them grew and soon they were no longer in sight. She would miss Chi-chi most of all. She already told her younger cousin she would write her and tell her about the King and Queen. Bulma brushed her tears from her eyes and sat back and relaxed against her seat. She tried to think positively because soon she would be where she always dreamed of being. She would be at court and enjoying its bliss.

Bulma arrived and was taken to the Queens chambers by one of her other ladies-in-waiting. The woman wore a plain headdress and a plain gown. All around this particular girl seemed just completely and utterly plain. She honestly hoped that they all weren’t like this particular woman. She arrived and tried to smile kindly to the woman who greeted her, but she was rewarded with a raised eyebrow and a monotone voice. She looked to be not much older than Bulma, and went by the name of Evelyn Cooper. The woman wasted no time, and quickly led her through the halls.

The palace was beautiful and vibrant. People were taking strolls through the hallways. Conversations were happening everywhere, and people freely laughed out loud. Women wore beautiful headdresses with stunning gowns and the men were dressed in their finest. Bulma couldn’t get the smile from her lips, though she was able to hide it quickly every time the woman leading her would turn and look her up and down.

Finally arriving in the spacious courters of the queen there were many different women doing different things. Some were busy sewing and others were conversing quietly amongst one another. When she walked into the room, everyone seemed to halt immediately because of her presents. Bulma’s eyes widened in shock and she looked down quickly. The woman at her side quickly introduced her.

“This is Lady Bulma Briefs and she is here in replacement to her mother, Lady Beatrice Briefs. Lady Williams, would you do the honors of showing her around while I get what the Queen requires when she returns?”

A woman with dark brown hair and green eyes approached Bulma, which she assumed it was the woman that was to help her around. Elisabeth Williams was wearing the same plain gown as everyone else in the room. She did of course offer Bulma a kind smile. She quickly showed Bulma where to get sewing material, and where the bible was placed, which it was there by request of the Queen. Elisabeth was a sweet woman. She grabbed Bulma something to embroider.

“Do you know how, to embroider?” the woman asked softly as she started to sew a garment she had been working on for some time. Bulma nodded and took the item and worked quietly. There were two women sitting in the corner and staring at her, and would quickly look away when Bulma would lift her gaze.

“Elisabeth, may I ask you something?” Bulma asked placing the fabric in her lap.

“Of course you can, that is why I am here,” she smiled, but didn’t lift her gaze from her work for even a second.

“Is it normal for everyone to just be sitting stationary like this?” the blue haired woman looked around a bit confused and was very uncomfortable by the stares.

Elisabeth paused for just a moment and looked up. She noticed the two women in the corner looking over at Bulma. Her green eyes shifted to the young girl who was carefully working on her embroidery and she frowned.

“We usually do things such as this when we aren’t needed. The Queen is currently in prayer and will not be back for a while, so to pass the time we keep ourselves busy this way, until she comes back.” Elisabeth said calmly. She took in a deep breath and leaned in speaking quieter.

“Do not let those silly girl’s glares get the best of you. They are young and insensitive. They do that to everyone that is new here. Not to mention you are beautiful and most likely will get a good amount of attention here at court.” Elisabeth chuckled, “Your thoughts should not worry so much about what others think of you. You should worry about the Queen at all times. She will be your judge.”

Bulma stopped her movements and glanced up at Elisabeth. Her cheeks flushed softly as she heard the woman’s compliment about her beauty. “Of course the Queen will be my main concern. Do you think she will like me?” Bulma asked boldly.

Elisabeth chuckled and looked her over, “Yes, I think she will. The Queen likes talents. Do you possess any? Singing perhaps?”

Bulma looked down and cleared her throat, “Oh no, I cannot sing. I hope that will not be too much of a problem…” her voice trailed off as she grew a bit more nervous. She looked up quickly to Elisabeth’s laughter. The dark haired woman had a hand on her chest and she leaned in.

“My goodness girl, you will be fine. You worry too much. You are young and full of life. The Queen will like you. She is with child at this time, so she enjoys the positive things. You are a positive woman. Just do as you are told.” The woman smiled seeing Bulma’s look of worry fade.

Unfortunately things were quite dull here in the Queens Courters. She was very taken back by this because she imagined that court would be completely perfect and there was constant smiling and laughing and wonderful music. It seemed that many gossiped as well. After some time with Lady Williams, Bulma then attracted the attention from some other Ladies of the Queen. Jane Hill was another sweet woman, but she loved to gossip. Bulma was shocked to hear about some of the court scandals between married partners. She was a young girl of sixteen and to hear this was just astounding. Bulma decided to ignore the loud mouthed Jane just for a while until her ears perked up as she spoke about the King.

The blue haired woman stopped embroidering and glanced over at Jane, listening to her speak to Elisabeth regarding the King. They were speaking about Evelyn Cooper, who was sister to a Duke. This particular Duke was close to the King. It only made sense that Lady Cooper had such power over the Queen’s Ladies.

“Lady Cooper has been awfully up tightly as of lately, I wonder what could possibly be getting to her,” Elisabeth stifled a giggle and continued to sew.

Jane covered her mouth and watched for any signs of the woman they were gossiping about. “Oh I don’t know, it could possibly be because the King no longer fancies her.” This information made Elisabeth’s mouth drop.

“So it was true then?” Jane’s eyebrows rose ever so slightly and she smirked giving her a quick nod.

Bulma frowned and kept her embroidery close in her lap. She was shocked at what she was hearing. The woman that had escorted her to the Queens rooms was fancied by the King? If the King had his Queen why would he need to fancy any other? This truly bothered her hearing this come from their mouths.

“Now, how would you know this is true? Have you seen the King openly favoring Lady Cooper?” Bulma’s voice was too loud for the women’s liking and they hushed her quickly. Bulma tightly closed her lips and listened as Jane then began to explain.

“Oh it is true. I heard that late at night one of the men that attend the King would bring her to his chambers, but I haven’t seen this first hand.” Jane looked down and continued to sew her own garment. Bulma gave her a funny look glanced at Elisabeth.

“Of course it is just hear say, Bulma.” Elisabeth chuckled as Jane lifts her gaze giving Elisabeth a funny look. Bulma missed the look Jane had given. Elisabeth’s eyes widened slightly giving her head a soft shake, hinting for Jane to quiet her gossip for the moment.

They both knew Bulma was a young woman, and much was unknown to her since this was her first time being a part of court life. The only problem with court life is it seemed that everyone was involved in the personal lives of others.

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Bulma had enough of embroidery for one day. Her eyes were growing heavy waiting for the return of the Queen. It felt like hours had gone by, which indeed it had been hours.

“The Queen is coming!” one of the ladies came into the room and started to tidy the place up as quickly as she could. Elisabeth quickly set her sewing aside and stood holding her hands in front of her body. Her green eyes shifted to the door way. Bulma stood and set her things aside just as Elisabeth had done, and mimicked her motions. All the ladies had their heads lowered slightly in respect and waited for their Queen to enter.

Bulma could hear a slightly deepened voice of a woman followed by the clicking of heals coming down the hall. She was speaking quite quickly, but in Spanish. A woman wearing dark colors walked in. Her dark headdress was stunning. Bulma couldn’t help but peak up at the woman. This was the first time she had ever laid eyes on a Queen, and she had high expectations. Especially from what her father had told her about this particular Queen just eight years before. Queen Adonia quickly assessed the room and cupped her hands near her belly. Her dark eyes fell on Bulma at the very moment that, the blue haired girl lifted her eyes to get a look her. Bulma swallowed hard and looked down once again.

Everyone including Bulma curtsied to the Queen and no one spoke. There was a slightly older woman at her side, which seemed to be the Queens main Lady that most likely attended her when she needed it. She spoke to the Queen softly in Spanish and then nodded making her way to the Queens sleeping chambers.

“This must be my new maid-of-honor,” Queen Adonia spoke in a thick Spanish accent.

Lady Cooper moved forward and curtsied once more before addressing the Queen. The English Queen raised her chin up watching the woman as she spoke to her. There was apparent distaste shown in the eyes of the Queen, which was directed at the woman before her, but it was gone quickly.

“Yes My Lady, this is Lady Briefs. This is the girl that will be replacing her mother.” Evelyn glared at Bulma trying to signal to her to step forward.

“Thank you Lady Cooper, I know exactly who she is and why she is here. You can step back now.” Queen Adonia didn’t even make eye contact with her any longer. Her main concern was on the blue haired girl now standing before her. The Queen lifted the girls chin and studied her face quickly.

“You are Lady Beatrice’s daughter. I can see the resemblance. Your mother is a wonderful woman.” The Queen smiled kindly.

“Thank you your Majesty. Those are very kind words, and my only hope is to serve you just as well or better.” Bulma said softly. She could hardly breathe. Though when her eyes fell on the woman that was speaking to her, she was a bit disappointed. Her beauty was not what she thought. She was told that the Queen was about thirty-one, which meant she was five years older than the King. She had age lines and her eyes no longer sparkled with youth. She looked touched by age and from what she heard about the Queen, having many miscarriages most likely didn’t help with her quick aging.

The Queen lowered her hand and moved to her bed chambers. She motioned for Bulma to follow, and of course she complied rather quickly.

“This way child, I wish to speak with you about what I expect of you. You are now my maid-of-honor and I require that you help me prepare for the day along with preparing me for my rest.” The Queen placed a protective hand over her belly and smiled at the young girl.

“Yes Madam.” Bulma replied instantly.

“Of course the King usually does not visit me in my chambers at night when I am with child you will not need to prepare me for that unless I am informed ahead of time. He usually sends my ladies notice. I shall dine with him every Sunday and Wednesday alone. You will be required to help me prepare my hair and attire.” Queen Adonia smiled softly and sat in a chair near her mirror.

“Yes Madam.” Bulma noticed the interested twinkle in the older woman’s eyes as she was being studied by her.

“Your hair is a different color than most women, and I find it quite beautiful. What are your talents?” the Queen quickly asked her.

Bulma lifted her eyes and watched the woman carefully. Her eyes wandered a bit as she was lost for words. She fumbled with her fingers and cleared her throat, “Well…” she spoke softly, “I am a great help when I am needed, and I work hard and aim to please,” Bulma bit her lower lip hoping her answer would please the Queen.

Bulma felt her heart sink as the Queen’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Stop being so modest girl, you must have some type of talents. Can you sing, or maybe dance well?” Bulma looked to the ground before answering.

“Well, I can dance just fine, but I do not sing.” After she answered she was rewarded with a warm smile.

“It’s alright child, we will find something you are good at now that you are at court. You are your mother’s daughter.”

Just as they were finishing with their conversation, Evelyn was standing in the door way waiting to be received by her Majesty.

“What is it Lady Cooper?” Queen Adonia asked her looking from behind Bulma. Bulma stepped to the side, allowing the women to speak.

“My apologies Madam, but the King approaches.” She spoke in an excited tone.

Queen Adonia smiled lovingly and nodded. Quickly the woman stood and made her way back to the sitting room. Bulma followed after the Queen. She motioned for Bulma to be close to her at all times and she complied.

The door was opened by one of the Queens ladies and a young, well-built man waltzed in. He stood up proudly, allowing his dark eyes to scan the room. He had a grin on his lips and finally his eyes fell on his wife, the Queen.

Bulma’s eyes widened ever so slightly taking in the handsome man before her. This was the King? He was just as she hoped he would be. He was young, strong, and very handsome. His dark hair stood up in a flame style. He wore a beautifully embroidered vest, and his neck was adorned with jewelry, which were vibrant rubies and gold. He had a coat that was lined with fur, and was also embroidered with gold. His hands were jeweled with rings and quite masculine. He was built like a God, and of course he was their King. The two standing together was completely off. A king such as this should have a vibrantly beautiful Queen, and Adonia was plain. Her blue eyes dropped to the ground. She didn’t want him to notice her staring, and she surely didn’t want to offend him in anyway.

“To what do I own this pleasure, your Majesty?” The Queen smiled to her husband.

His voice instantly sent chills down Bulma’s spine. He had a silky voice that was deep and masculine. It was just as she thought it would be.

“Well, I just came to see how my wife the Queen was on this fine day; you are carrying the heir to the throne. I hope you are well?” he asked taking her hand and placing a kiss upon it.

“I am as well as can be expected, and the child is growing strong within my womb. I am feeling very well today now that I have gone for my daily prayer, and have seen my loving husband. Will I be joining you tonight and dine?” she asked him seeing his eyes were wandering through her ladies. King Vegeta’s eyes slowly made their way back to his wife as he took both of her hands in his.

“Of course, I am going to be joining you tonight. I will be on my way. I only wished to see how you were feeling. I must tend to my duties.” King Vegeta said as his eyes drifted to Lady Evelyn, who was standing not too far from the Queen.

Queen Adonia tensed momentarily and pulled her hands back close to her belly. “Of course, your Majesty.” She offered him a smile.

The King bowed to his wife and turned walking out. They Curtsied to their King and he was gone within moments. He truly was what Bulma pictured a King would be. She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest. Relaxing next to the Queen, Bulma was ready to do the woman’s bidding at any moment.

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Chapter one is complete, and there will be more Vegeta and Bulma interaction.

If you know who I am referring to in English history than obviously you know I have changed everyone’s name. There will be no person from our history line in this story just so that I can make it my own. I just love the story behind it.

Thank-you for reading!

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