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Slave	By : vegetagoddess Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 33172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ
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A/N � I�m neglecting important uni work to write this
for you all! Please review and let me know what you think.

~*~

Vegeta
shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, eager for the proceedings to begin.
His coronation ceremony had gone ahead two days ago as planned, despite his
determination to stop it. If anything, the ceremony had taught Vegeta one thing
� he couldn�t afford to take his royal advisors or his council for granted. The
mere fact that the ceremony had continued despite his wishes had shown him that
the council wielded considerable power and that they were indeed a force to be
reckoned with.

Of
course, the coronation ceremony had been far less decadent then his council
members had wanted. Once they�d caught wind of Vegeta�s negative attitude they
had moved quickly in order to make sure things went ahead as planned. The
ceremony itself had been a rather hushed affair, conducted by a High Priest of
the Saiyan Army and attended by only the highest ranking council members and
those who could claim a direct blood relationship with Vegeta.

It
had taken less then an hour for the rites to be performed and afterwards Vegeta
had felt no sense of achievement nor had he felt any new power awakening. The
whole affair had proven to him that the only ceremony that was needed in order
for the next in line to claim his power was the �Eating of the Heart� ritual.
Certainly the coronation ceremony had been nothing more then a political show.

Although
Vegeta had been unable to prevent the ceremony he was able to draw up a draft
for a new decree that would make the ceremony no er aer a necessity in the
saiyan culture. He had allowed only Nappa and Cora, two of the oldest and more
trust-worthy council members, to view the draft and they had both given it
their approval. Vegeta planned to announce his first decree tomorrow.

He
would have done it sooner but his wedding had been moved forward at the
councils urging. He was getting married now. Their wedding was being publicly
broadcast to the entire saiyan community (despite the short notice).

Vegeta
was certain that the cameras were picking up on his most unfriendly demeanor.

He
wanted the wedding to be over. He didn�t want to be marrying Zucchini � he
didn�t want to marry anyone! The war with the Ice-jin Empire was looming ever
closer and every day Vegeta felt the pressure to turn the battle in their favor
squeezing his heart. He couldn�t believe that the mighty Saiyan-jin Empire was
threatening to fall despite all the efforts of the armies.

Frieza�s
forces grew each day, and with each day more and more of Vegeta�s troops fell
in battle. The public was aware that they were at war � there had never been a
time when the saiyan people were not at war � but thad had no real idea
of how badly the Saiyan armies were losing. Vegeta himself had never truly
known how dire the threat was until his father had died. Vexing as it was, had had to concede that even with the added technology that capturing the planet Earth
had provided they would be unable to beat the weaponry that Frieza was
mass-producing.

The
Saiyans had relied upon battle strength for so long that they had neglected the
field of science and mathematics. Only in the past one hundred years had the
saiyan economy begun to bloom in the scientific field � and only then because
of the planets they had absorbed into the Empire. Much as Vegeta hated to admit
it, the Saiyan Empire looked primitive when stacked up against the might of the
Cold Empire. They were outdated, outnumbered and outclassed in every respect.

It
was only a matter of time before they fell.

~*~

Bulma
Briefs wringed her hands together, her stressed and unhappy expression
deepening as the doctor returned to her side, a clipboard held in one of her
talon-like hands. The eerie red eyes that Bulma was learning were typical of
ice-jins gleamed coolly at her as the doctor glanced down at the clipboard and
then looked back up again.

�Asides
from being pregnant you�re physically fine.� The doctor murmured, glancing at
Ilandra and then looking back to the human once more. �Although, I�m
recommending you be taken for psychoanalysis as soon as possible.� She paused
again and smirked. �I know an excellent doctor in that area if you�d like a
recommendation.� She licked her purple lips and a heavily scarred tail twitched
behind her, drawing Bulma�s attention to it like magnet.

No
matter how many ice-jins she saw she was never able to get over their gruesome
appearance. They looked like snakes. Nasty vicious snakes. The voice in Bulma�s
head agreed. The voice was�odd. Every now and again Bulma�s would see someone
in the corner of her eyes when she heard the voice speak, but she never caught
sight of whom it was who was speaking to her, and no matter how many people
told Bulma that the voice was all in her head she refused to believe it. She
could hear the voice with her ears�she was sure of it.

�Pregnant?�
Bulma repeated weakly, she raised a hand to her head and swayed dizzily.
�But�to who? What if I�m pregnant to one of the slave traders?� The dismay in
Bulma�s voice made both the doctor and Ilandra cringe � although half of
Ilandra�s cringing was due to her having over-looked the possibility that Bulma
was pregnant to one of the slave traders.

�Oh�you
were raped on Earth.� Ilandra whispered dumbly, terrified of what her father
would do if he found out that there was a chance that Bulma was not
pregnant to Vegeta as she had told him. No. No! Bulma�s had to be pregnant to
Vegeta! Even if Bulma had somehow been impregnated by the traders Vegeta would
surely have killed any embryo in her with his rough sex. Yes. It had to be a
saiyan child!

�If
there is doubt as to who the father is, then it is possible to do a paternity
test to determine the race of the father.� The doctor swished her tail and her
mouth twisted in what Bulma guessed was a smile. �Saiyan DNA is remarkably
distinctive.� She added slyly, her red eyes locking onto Bulma�s face.

�I
don�t know if I want to find out.� Bulma swallowed convulsively and began to
bite one of her nails. She laughed suddenly, a desperate barking laugh. �It
doesn�t matter who the faths. As. All the men who used my body were little
better then animals. All of them were monsters.�

A
hollow, empty look washed over Bulma�s face and for the briefest of moments
Ilandra felt a chill trail down her spine. Then the look was gone and Bulma
seemed to return to herself, life poured back into her life and she sat up
straighter in her chair.

�I
think I�d like to be alone. If you�ll excuse me I think I�ll return to my
room.� Bulma stood slowly and without waiting for either Ilandra or the doctor
to acknowledge her statement she left the room, scurrying away as though the
devil himself was on her tail.

�Can
you do the paternity test?� Ilandra faced Skice, a woman who had treated her
family for years.

�We
have Bulma�s blood sample, a simple paternity test wouldn�t take more then
twenty four hours.� The doctor paused, her tail swinging gently behind her in a
soothing manner. �What will you do if the child turns out to be human? Would
you like it�destroyed?�

Ilandra
studied her nails and avoided the doctor�s eyes. �That�s for Bulma to decide.
She�s been controlledenouenough people, it�s only fair that I give her a chance
to take control of her own life. You know how primitive saiyan beliefs are �
women who aren�t warriors are treated little better then animals!� She tossed
her hair over one shoulder. �Now, what�s the name of the doctor you recommend I
take Bulma to see?�

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