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A/N � Firstly I should apologise for the lack of updates, my life got a
little too hectic and a little too busy a few months back, but someone emailed
me and kinda called my attention to the fact that it had been a little too long since I updated. I suppose these things happen every now and
again but I shouldn�t have put my writing completely on hold, however between
university and work and trying very hard to settle fighting between my
boyfriend and my housemate I just didn�t have enough energy left for writing. I
had one of those emotional drains and while I could have forced myself to write
my work would have been flat and boring. Hopefully this update will be
enjoyable for everyone � although not everyone will like what happens in it�

~*~

The newly crowned
King Vegeta downed another drink as he paced just outside the entrance of his
marital bedroom; the prospect of touching Zucchini � again � was
nauseating. Oh, she would make an excellent queen for the saiyajin people,
after all she had been chosen amongst several candidates not only because of
her blood ties to royalty but also because of her obvious dedication to the
saiyajin people. But even Vegeta hadn�t expected her to jump on his war
mongering bandwagon and support his decree for the people to ready themselves
for war; he doubted that even her father had suspected that Zucchini had such a
deeply engrained loyalty to the crown and to the people.

The alcohol
was having no effect on him, but the spicy taste of the liquid was calming his
nerves. He didn�t even know why he was nervous, all he had to do was walk
through that room and have sex with the bitter little minx and that would be
that � he�d done it on his wedding night. He could do it again! He�d had with
so many women he�d lost count, so why was the thought of mating with this
particular woman making him feel as though he was about to face certain death?

Vegeta closed charcoal black eyes
and chuckled softly; who was he kidding? He knew exactly what was bothering him
� he was about to go and have normal boring sex with a normal boring woman.
There would be no fun and games in this relationship, oh no, not with Zucchini.
Not with a woman who had gone berserk at him when he�d dared make a move on her
before they were married, not with a woman who had screeched at him that she
knew all about his reputation and that she wasn�t going to allow him to touch
her in such a manner.

Their wedding night had been horrible.
Zucchini had been as stiff ad still as a log. To be completely honest, Vegeta
was surprised that he�d been able to cum � although he had only cum because
he�d turned his thought to other more attractive women. He�d remember that
blonde woman whom he�d had such fun torturing with electrolysis, he�d thought
of that saiyan bitch that he�d half choked the life out of during sex�and he�d
thought of Bulma. He�d remembered her little moans of pain and pleasure and
he�d been overwhelmed with�lust. His emotions had taken over and he�d allowed
himself to fantasize about her in a way he�d never done before. He could still
remember the vividness of the fantasy � how he�d climbed onto her writhing body
and had plunged his hand into her soft little belly�he could even remember how
he�d imagined her screaming, remember the taste and scent of her blood�God, the
fantasy had been so real.

Vegeta shook his head irritably
at Bulma�s reappearance in his thoughts. What was it with females and their
irrational thinking? Zucchini was a strong female and nothing he did to her
would cause her any real damage. Why he was willing to bet that she had endured
far worse injuries during sparring matches then she would get with him during
bed. The stupid female should have been clamouring for him to make love to her
in his own unique way, not warning him off of her as though he was some sort of
twisted monster.

Vegeta reached out a hand and
wrapped it around the doorhandle, pausing as the sudden thought hit him that in
recent years he hadn�t been able to achieve climax without first watching his
partner writhing in agony beneath him. Except
with Bulma. A small voice in his head mocked him. You came several times without hurting her�

Vegeta shook the thought of his
head violently and straightened, wrenching his hand back form the doorknob as
though it had burnt him. Screw that prissy bitch. He wasn�t going to waste his
time fucking a woman who couldn�t even turn him on remotely. He was the saiyan
king! He had a right to as many concubines as he damn well wanted�

He clenched his hands into fists
and swallowed the bellow of rage that was building in his throat. He was so
frustrated with the hand life had dealt him! He shouldn�t have been a king this
early in life! He shouldn�t had had a bitch of a wife who he could barely bring
himself to touch�

Snarling, he whirled around and
stomped into the bathroom. He splashed cold water onto his face and paused as
he caught sight of himself in the mirror. His face was so angular and angry �
had Bulma told him that once? That even his facial features seemed angry? He
peered closer, his eyes running over his cheekbones, his chin and his eyebrows
until finally he met his own eyes in the mirror. The black orbs bored into him
mercilessly and Vegeta pulled back slightly as a shiver ran up his spine.

He was beautiful, and while he
had always known he was good looking, he had never quite realised how striking
he truly was. Vegeta didn�t think of himself as a vain person, but the longer
he stared into those vicious ebony eyes, the more he began to appreciate what
it was that women saw in him. He had gained maturity in his looks from
ingesting his fathers DNA, and the extra years that had been added had only
done him good. He no longer looked like a young teenage saiyan�he looked like
the king he was.

�Vegeta?�

Zucchini�s voice echoed through Vegeta�s
room and he shuddered as he inadvertently imagined her lying on the bed waiting
for him. He�d consummated their marriage the night of their wedding and as far
as he was concerned he�d done his part. He wasn�t going to spend tonight making
monotonous sex to the horrid little witch � he was going to find a team of
scientists and concentrate on making sense of the half finished blue prints
which Bulma had left behind and then maybe he�d send Bardock�s distracting son
Kakarot out on a mission. The young saiyan had proved to be very useful � in
more ways then one. Perhaps he should deploy him to hunt down Bulma? Brolly was
proving to be useless, and besides, Kakarot had experience in hunting people.
At least he�d be doing something useful with his time instead of
constantly bothering Vegeta and distracting him with his presence.

~*~

Bulma had been drifting in and out of consciousness
for a while now. Her whole body was thrumming with pain; there wasn�t a single
part of her that didn�t feel as though it had just been pummelled by an angry
saiyan. Her eyes, when she found the strength to open them, were blurry and she
couldn�t seem to make herself swallow properly. Her stomach was aching with a
dull throb and he chest stung as though a thousand tiny ants were singing it.

She groaned loudly as she
attempted to look around and was rewarded by a neck spasm that left her gasping
for breath. Instantly a face was hovering over hers and she recognised
Ilandra�s voice.

�Bulma! Oh my love!� The blurred
outline of the Ice-jin princess� face peered anxiously at her, her voice higher
then normal with anxiety.

�What�� Bulma coughed as her voice rasped out dryly
and she attempted to work a bit of spit into her mouth before continuing, her
voice weak and strained. �What happened to me?�

�I�m so sorry! This was my
fault�� Abruptly Ilandra closed her eyes and mouth and took a deep breath, her
garnet eyes hidden behind her closed lids. �After you found out about the�baby�you
were slightly hysterical. I put a sedative in your food and you passed out��

There was something in Ilandra�s
voice which made Bulma suspect that she wasn�t telling her the whole truth. She
couldn�t even begin to imagine why Ilandra�s would be lying to her�but there
was something in the rushed way that she spoke that sounded untrustworthy.
Bulma forced herself to push aside the nasty thoughts buzzing in her head,
putting her paranoia down to grogginess.

��And just as we were finishing
the operation you went into cardiac arrest.� Ilandra took a deep shuddering
breath. �You almost died!�

Bulma bit her bottom lip as she
realised that she had been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn�t even
heard what Ilandra had been saying to her. Oh well, it probably didn�t matter,
after all Ilandra had no reason to lie to her! No reason at all! Better that
she push this whole experience to one side and concentrate on getting better,
rather then dwelling on Ilandra�s rushed story.

�Bulma?� Ilandra prompted her,
seeming unsure of wether or not Bulma had heard anything that he�d said. Her
wonderful blue eyes were shadowed and unfocused and her skin was an unhealthy
grey colour. She tentative ran a gentle hand down Bulma�s face, some of the
tension leaving her when Bulma�s eyes fluttered shut and she let out a shuddering
sigh.

She waited
a few moments until she was sure that Bulma had drifted back to sleep then she
climbed to her feet and turned to face the doctor who had headed to the team
that had operated on Bulma. The surgeon was hovering tensely in the door of
Bulma�s room, knowing full well that whatever had gone wrong during the surgery
was almost certainly going to be blamed on him. The imposing princess came to a
stop in front of him and stared him in the eye in silence, when she finally
spoke it was in a voice that was completely devoid of civilised emotion.

�How can
you have no idea of what happened to her?� She spat with barely restrained
hatred. �How can a doctor not know?�

�With all
due respect Princess�there is much about human beings that we don�t know. She
have reacted badly too our drugs or perhaps during the surgery a complication
occurred with we were unable to detect�� The surgeon gestured wildly as he
spoke. Sure that at any moment the princess was going to tear him into two
pieces as she had done with the saiyan king. �Madam, in all truthfulness she
had nothing physically wrong with her that we could see. What occurred to her
is something that I�ve never seen before.�

�As I
gather.� Ilandra drew in a deep breath. �I�ve seen something similar to this
once�it happened back in the royal courts on planet Vegeta. The king used some
sort of mental power to torture one of the whores who had betrayed him. It was
never explained to me how he performed this feat and I never found any mention
of it in any saiyan texts�but one of the other whores did tell me that it was a
unique gift of the kings and that he could will harm to any of the people under
him simply by thinking about it.� Ilandra�s shivered at the memory or the poor
teenage human screaming as she died.

�I�ve never heard of saiyan�s
having any power like this.� The doctor momentarily forgot his impending death
and frowned as he tried to remember if any race had this kind of
telekinesis. Try as he might though he couldn�t seem to come up with anything.
It was possible that this trick of King Vegeta�s was something that he had
taught himself�however where the power had originally come from was secondary
to the problem of how Vegeta had come to learn it.

�Doctor, if
the new King Vegeta is this powerful he may be more of a problem then I
imagined.� Ilandra shook her head. �That is of course if it was Vegeta
who did this to her. You know, stopping her heart in an attempt to kill her for
leaving him, which does seem slightly far-fetched to me. Either way I expect
you to look into this for me � research if this has ever occurred before and
report back to me with your findings.� Ilandra turned back for one last look at
Bulma before slipping past the doctor and leaving the room.

The doctor
took a deep shuddering breath - he was still alive and that was more then he�d
expected from the short tempered princess. All he had to do now was research
what was happen and no doubt, find out if the new saiyan King would be able to
do this again and if there was any way of stopping him. He dreaded to think
what would happen to him if he failed the princess�

~*~

A/N � Let me know what you think of this chapter. I
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