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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 5

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. I write for my own enjoyment, and make no profit in doing so.

Author's Note: Hello everyone, be prepared that Vegeta will be a bit OOC. Don't be too shocked if he does react differently than the Vegeta we know and love. The person he is taking the role of was very private when it came to publically displaying his bad side because he wanted people to love him and think he was the best. Of course through history he proved to be a bit of an ass. What I love is this particular man's anger, which I really wanted to give Vegeta a chance to wield it. Also, men of this time weren't very faithful, especially Kings. They were known to stray from their wives, but as bad as this story gets for Bulma and Vegeta all I am going to say is, everything will be alright.

I hope you enjoy!

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Bulma giggled childishly and swirled causing her shirts swish against her legs beneath the gown. She took in a deep breath and watched her breasts swell as her corset tightened against them. The yellow toned gown was stunningly embroidered with a burgundy accent color and adorned with tiny pearls on the puffs along her arms. Her blue eyes scanned up and down her well-formed body as she stood in front of a full length mirror. Jane helped Bulma with a matching headdress, which had accents of burgundy and larger pearls upon it. The blue haired woman let a soft breath escape her lips and placed her hands softly on either side of her face.

"Jane, I can't possibly believe he would reward me with such gifts." Bulma gasped and walked up to the leather bound trunk in the middle of her small room. She knelt down and traced her fingertips over the edges of the opening, looking upon two other dresses that were especially made for her, and adorned with beautiful pearls and jewels. They were also embroidered extravagantly. They much have cost a fortune.

"Yes, I see you have pleased his Majesty in some way to receive such expensive gifts." Jane's eyes lowered to the girl kneeling before her. Her eyebrow raised and studied Bulma carefully as if judging her without saying a word.

"What? Tell me what you are thinking. You look at me like you were looking at Elisabeth months ago. What have I done to upset you?" Bulma closed the trunk and walked over to Jane, taking her petite hands tightly in her own.

Jane forced her eyes down, not wanting to look upon her, "I do not agree with what you are doing. It is wrong." Jane whispered.

"I don't understand. I have done nothing." Bulma leaned in and frowned slightly, a bit upset that this woman felt the need to judge her in such a way when she didn't understand what was going on. Bulma didn't even truly understand what was going on and what made the King offer her such things.

"You are not his mistress? It has been whispered around court. What of these gifts? These are gifts a man gives to a woman who had performed sinful deeds." Jane's lightly pink lips pursed with repugnance.

Bulma gasped and placed a hand on her chest, "You believe me to be his mistress? Truly, Jane" she bit her lower lip and kept her resentment at bay.

These were the times when she truly missed her good friend Elisabeth. She knew she would not judge her because she had been rewarded in the same fashion as her. The King was a married man, and he would never think of taking a Mistress. They were friends, nothing more. Bulma frowned even deeper as she brushed past her. She wasn't sure where she wanted to go, but she had to leave this room. The woman constantly judged others, and she couldn't even imagine was wretched things this woman was speaking about her. She remembers too well what this particular woman was capable of. Bulma had only decided to stay closer to Jane Hill because her friend had left court in December to be married to Robert Monty. She had been so lonely and she liked Jane well enough at times to speak with her and treat her as a friend. Today she wished she could speak to her best friend. She had written her a couple times since she had left, but not a word from her in return. She was truly glad she had one other person she could rely on, if he wasn't so busy with the cardinal constantly.

Bulma closed her eyes slowly and caught her breath and leaned up against the cool wall in the hallway. She opened them immediately after her breathing slowed. She leaned over slightly, allowing a few strands of her silken hair to flow carelessly over her shoulder. She pushed off the wall with the soft padding on her palms and smiled softly when her eyes fell upon a particular man making his way toward her. Walking down the empty hall was Kakkarot. She was truly glad to see a good friend when she needed one. Bulma let a soft whimper escape her lips and rushed toward him wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a friendly hug.

"Kakkarot, I am so glad to see you. I feel like it has been an eternity since I last saw you." Bulma pulled back and giggled as he swung her around like a child.

"Ah, happy to see me?" Kakkarot chuckled and placed her back on to her feet lightly.

"Yes, I have been so alone lately. You have been doing the Cardinal's bidding, and I have been dealing with Jane." Bulma said lacking enthusiasm and brushed her shiny blue hair over her shoulder.

"Oh? That doesn't seem too good, what did she say this time to upset you like this?" Kakkarot asked tipping her chin up, meeting her brightly shimmering eyes.

"Oh, it was quite silly. I honestly don't know why I let it get to me." Bulma felt her cheeks flush, which gave it away.

"Bulma you are a terrible liar. What did that woman say that could cause you this much distress? You know I am here to listen to you always." He gripped her hand and pulled her down the hallway getting her far from the rooms so that Madame Gossip wouldn't listen in on their conversation.

"She had the nerve to accuse me of being the King's Mistress. I think it was silly. I mean I have been receiving gifts, but I honestly have done nothing to receive them." Bulma wiped her wet eyes with the back of her hand and sighed.

Kakkarot's brown eyes widened hearing her reveal what it was that brought these tears. The woman was just speaking of what had been circling around court. The King had been very open with his attentions to her, especially since the Queen had closed herself away to protect the child within her. It seemed that now that she had went into confinement, which many people of higher standing did when they were just weeks before their due date, the King was trying to show this young girl he desired her. Even though Bulma didn't truly understand it, Kakkarot truly did feel sorry for her because it wasn't right that his gossip had been created about her. He knew that Bulma had done nothing with the King. The King was still toying with her, to see how far he could get, though he did find it interesting that the King still hadn't made a move to get her alone.

"Bulma it is well known that King Vegeta takes mistresses. I thought you knew that. So of course with him showing you with extravagant gifts like he is doing is going to look bad. Just don't do anything stupid," Kakkarot flinched seeing her whirl around to face him.

"Kakkarot, I can't believe you would even say that about me. I never once had it in my mind to give myself to a married man." She pressed her index finger hard against his vested chest, causing him to gasp, "And are you sure you are right to accuse him of taking a mistress? Have you seen him in the act, Kakkarot?" Bulma's perfectly pink lips pursed tightly together and her blue eyebrows shot up.

"Uh, no but it is honestly no secret," Kakkarot reached up and rubbed the back of his neck and looked down, chuckling lightly, "I mean what did you think he did? You didn't honestly think they were friends, without giving something in return did you?" Kakkarot paused and mentally kicked himself seeing the hurt expression on her face.

"So you think I am just going to end up a mistress? That is what you honestly think?" Bulma bit her lower lip, which was now trembling and crystal blue tears filled her eyes.

"Bulma, no that isn't what I meant, I meant to say be careful. I am sure he doesn't have the same intensions with you." Kakkarot forced himself to lie to his friend.

He didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want to risk upsetting her either. If he were to lose her friendship he would never be able to live it down. She was an amazing girl, and he wished she would soon be able to look at him the same way he looked at her. He was growing feelings for the girl, and he wished she would return them. If only he could get the confidence to tell her. Bulma immediately relaxed and looked upon him once again without those tears he hated so much to see fill those beautiful eyes of hers.

"I hate how everyone treads lightly with me. I can handle the truth, but speaking badly of someone without honestly knowing for sure isn't very noble, Kakkarot. I think I will find out for myself, and if this rumor is true I will not act upon these sinful actions." Bulma shook her head and walked the opposite direction.

Damn…I am sure he doesn't have those intensions with you? Are you mad? Of course the bastard does!

Kakkarot clenched his fists at his side. He was an idiot. A love struck fool that wanted nothing but to please her with his words and everything else he could offer her. This was a serious thing happening. She was a beautiful young girl, and King Vegeta was taking advantage of that just like he had with the others. There was not much he could do other than warn her because if he tried anything against the King, his wrath would surely be great.

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Bulma stormed down the hallways quite angered with Kakkarot and his terrible words. Of course she wouldn't be foolish and give her body to just anyone. She knew better than that. She paused near a window and peered out seeing the brightness reflecting from the thick layer of snow covering the grounds around the palace. Her cloth covered arms were resting softly against the cool stone, which carefully wrapped itself around the clear glass window. She left out a soft sigh and smiled seeing the light and fluffy snowflakes flow gently from the sky. Her hot breath fogged the window lightly. The blue haired woman leaned in and traced her finger over the cool glass.

"Sorry to bother you Lady Briefs, but I have something for you from his Majesty." A man dressed in black spoke softly, trying not to spook her.

Unfortunately Bulma jumped and quickly turned feeling her back hit the stone wall. She placed a hand on her chest and looked down at what the man held in his hands. His hands tightly clutched a golden box with was lined with twinkling emeralds. She was immediately captivated by the beautiful box, which she figured was to be presented to her.

"No, do not be sorry. What is it that his Majesty wishes to rely to me?" Bulma asked sweetly flashing the man a kind smile, as she cupped her hands together gently.

"His Majesty would like me to present you with this, which is yours." The man kept an unreadable look upon his young face and quickly opened the box to present a tiny card, which had writing in his Majesty's hand.

Please Dine with me this evening. I have missed seeing your beauty.

-V

Bulma's thumbs rubbed over the rough texture of the paper as she read it several times before looking back up at the King's servant.

"When does his Majesty dine?" Bulma asked placed the small note back into the golden box and shut it softly.

The man held out his arms, allowing her to take it. Bulma shook her head and held out a hand pressing the golden box to the young boy's chest.

"But what shall I tell him?" he asked, a bit of worry flashed in his eyes, but was instantly gone.

"Just tell him that the invitation to dine in his presents is a wonder gift, and plenty enough. I cannot accept this particular gift because it is too great. His Majesty already provided me with beautiful gowns, I just cannot accept anymore. He had been too kind to me." Bulma blushed deeply and smiled to the servant.

"Yes Lady Briefs. I will tell his Majesty." He bowed respectfully and disappeared quickly and quietly.

Bulma pressed a hand to her embroidered corset and felt her cheeks flush brightly. She really hoped Kakkarot and Jane were over exaggerating about the Mistress scandal. She was truly enjoying the attention from a man, and not just any man, but a King. Bulma let her body rest back against the hard wall allowing her thoughts to swirl, imagining how the evening would go.

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Bulma sat on the edge of her bed lost in the small bound book, which contained beautifully written poems. She always adored poetry. Artistic talent was much appreciated by her and unfortunately she didn't have much time during the day to read alone. The Queens chambers, which were not being used at the moment, had to be cleaned daily by the Queens request and she had to prepare to sew and embroider or even do laundry taken from the room where the Queen had been confined to for weeks now. Bulma shook her head and laid her book on the soft quilt of her bed. She honestly didn't understand why people of higher standing were required to sit in a room with barred windows, and just a small bit of candle light until their child was born. It just didn't seem right. If she had to do that, she would surely go mad. The Queen was very worried about this child and of course she would stop at nothing to make sure it was born perfectly healthy. Her deep thoughts were interrupted when one of the ladies poked her head in. She calmly cleared her throat and knocked on the wooden door frame.

Bulma's blue eyes lifted and she offered her a sweet smile, "Yes?" she asked, standing with her hands calmly resting on her shirts.

"I have a letter from you." She said making her way into the small room and extended the hand with the letter.

"Oh, thank-you, did they say who from?" Bulma asked curiously taking the letter from her, pealing the wax seal and opening it ever so slightly.

"I believe Elisabeth Monty." She smiled and then exited quickly.

Bulma was left to her thoughts. She was extremely excited to finally hear from her friend. She was dearly missed. Bulma immediately sat back down on her bed and opened it fully. The beautiful strokes from the quill drew her immediate attention.

Dear Bulma,

I do hope you are doing well at court without me

I know I haven't written a reply, and I apologize

for not doing so sooner. I have been very busy

since my wedding. It was a small ceremony, but

I am quite happy with this man. He seems good enough. I

hope to be back at court if his Majesty allows it. I miss you dearly.

Please do take care.

Yours Truly,

Elisabeth Monty

Bulma placed the letter to her heart and smiled. She was happy to see hear from her friend, and that her wedding was as scheduled and went well. She honestly hoped this Robert meant well, and treated her just as good. She would hate to be placed in a marriage that was loveless. What sort of a life would she live if she was required to marry and be unhappy? She was sure that there were plenty of marriages out there that were like that, but she honestly hoped her father would at least match her with someone he trusted and knew was good for her. Bulma rounded the bed and opened a drawer in the small stand that she was placed in her room. It wasn't much for storage, but she was glad it was a place to keep things she cherished. She closed the drawer softly and took the book of poems and set it on top of the stand, placing a hand over it.

The girl looked down at her beautiful dress, and decided it would be best to wear. The King would be pleased to see one of his gifts being used properly. She smoothed out her gown and walked to her trunk to pull out a simple jewelry box. She didn't have much for jewels, but they were simple. She liked simple at times. She picked up her small studded pearls and placed them in her ears. Bulma leaned in and gripped a necklace that was beaded with pearls and decided that would look lovely with her gown. The gown itself made a strong statement, and was adorned with pearls, so it would only be appropriate.

It wasn't long before she was taken to dine with the King. Her stomach was churning, and she was trying to keep down the feeling of getting sick. She didn't think she could show her face again if she were to get sick before the King. Not to mention she heard he was very leery to any sickness what so ever. Bulma was taken to the room where the King and the Queen had dined. The same room she was required to serve wine, and help her Majesty if need be. She paused and her breath was caught in her throat. The presentation of food was splendid, and the candle light took her breath away. Bulma's blue eyes scanned down the table until she met eyes with King Vegeta, who was standing next to his chair with his arm rested upon it. He had that grin on his face, which he showed when he was intrigue by her curiosity and innocent glances.

"I am so glad you could make it tonight, Lady." He bowed to her and lifted those dark pools, which always seemed to take her breath away.

"Thank you for inviting me your Majesty. I am just so grateful you even though of me, even though I don't deserve such treatment," she curtsied deeply, keeping her eyes to the ground as she did.

He chuckled loudly and the sound of his boots moving over the floor boards toward her gained her attention. She quickly stood and lifted her eyes to meet his. He stood a couple feet from her and looked her over. Vegeta reached out and took her hands softly in his. Bulma soft hands brushed over the rough pads of his hands. They were large compared to hers. He was a masculine being. Even the scent he was giving off caught her attention. It was a light masculine perfume which reminded her of amber. She smiled softly and blushed feeling his rough finger tips brushing over the tops of her hands.

"You look radiant. If I am not mistaken, that is one of the gowns I had made for you. I knew it would look especially good on you." He opened her arms wide and twirled her in front of him getting a better look, which caused a soft giggle to escape her lips.

Vegeta studied her face a brief moment before leading her to her chair. He stopped one of his servants by holding up a hand and glaring in their direction. Vegeta pulled the chair out and allowed her to sit. Vegeta took her small hands and lifted them to his mouth. He kissing each of them tenderly, this caused Bulma's lips to part, watching him in awe. He lowered her hands lightly and slowly made his way back to his seat. King Vegeta lifted his hand and finally waved his servants over. One came and poured the wine, which a couple others prepared there plates with delectable meats and breads. They ate somewhat silently. King Vegeta greatly enjoyed his meals and didn't seem to like conversation while dining. He would occasionally look up and grin at her, which would cause Bulma to blush. She found it very hard to eat in front of him. She took tiny bites and tried to swallow the meat down quickly. She didn't want to appall him with her eating style. She felt a wave of fear slide over her. She was over thinking this, for she was trying to please him, and trying a bit too hard.

She took her goblet of wine and washed the last bit of the tough meat down her throat, which she was successful in doing so. Her stomach ache was gone now that her belly had food in it, and the wine was causing her cheeks to grow warm. She couldn't wipe the smile from her lips either. One of the young servant boys leaned in asking her for the plate, which she nodded allowing him to take it. The meal was cleared and they were left alone. She didn't see King Vegeta whisper to one of the men as he picked up the plate. He grabbed the pitch of wine and tilted his head to the side watching her from across the long table.

"Come here." He said in a low tone.

Bulma's glazed blue eyes lifted a moment and her smile disappeared slowly. She swallowed hard and stood up, licking her pink lips.

"Bring your wine; I had them leave this pitcher for us." He smiled allowing his finger tip to run along the curve of the silver container.

Bulma paused and gripped the goblet in her hand and slowly walked toward him. Her heart began to pound in her chest and she was having a hard time controlling her breathing. King Vegeta watched her and then patted his lap, pushing out his chair and exposing his knee for her. Bulma was reluctant for a moment. Her eyes scanned the room seeing no one was watching. She didn't want to displease him so she nodded and slowly sat in his lap. She gasped softly feeling his hand run up the length of her back to the back of her neck. His hand was embedded deeply in her thick locks of curly blue hair.

"You have returned a gift to me today, why?" he asked suddenly and watched her expression carefully.

"You have been so kind to me your Majesty. You have given my three beautiful gowns and a bracelet. Now I was invited to be in your company this evening, and I felt like it was too much. I am not worth of such gifts." She looked down at her hands, which were cupped lightly in her lap.

She felt his hand trace small circles over her bare shoulders and back up her slender neck. Bulma closed her eye and felt small shivers shoot up her spine. Vegeta place his hand on the middle of her back, giving her body support as she was seated on his knee.

"Your beauty had caught my eye, and you have pleased me greatly with your presence now and at my banquet. I only wish to show you how much it pleases me. It gives me great pleasure to give you gifts. I hope I have not offended you with my openness." Vegeta's voice washed over her, caressing her and drawing her in slowly.

"Oh no please do not think I am offended your Majesty," Bulma's blue eyes widened in shock.

"Well, I am glad to hear that…Bulma." He said her name softly and allowing his black eyes to drop to her lush lips.

Bulma felt her cheeks warm slightly as his hooded eyes scanned over her face. She looked away unable to look upon him without feeling flustered. Vegeta lifted his hand and forced her to look at him.

"I have to taste your lips," he said finally after a few moments of silence.

King Vegeta shifted in his seat and slipped his hand around the back of her neck. She leaned forward feeling her chest rising and falling quickly. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, framing her face perfectly. She could feel his hot breath on her lips, and finally after a moment he brushed his lips over hers softly causing her to whimper. His hand traveled the length of her back pressing his lips fully to hers. He pulled back ever so slightly and allowed his tongue to caress over her lower lips softly. Her blue eyes fluttered closed and her soft hands gripped his padded shoulders tightly, pressing her body fully to his. He pulled back and let his head lean against the back of chair.

"That was a beautiful gift you have given me in return, Bulma." He said as soft as his deep voice would allow.

Bulma's eyes fluttered back open and she smiled innocently. He chuckled softly and caressed her cheek with his fingertips.

"Your Majesty if I may ask a question." Bulma whispered and licked her lower lip.

"Anything, ask me anything." He spoke softly stroking her hair.

"Do you…" Bulma blushed deeply feeling a bit odd for asking.

"Just ask me." He ran a thumb over her lower lip.

"Is it true you take Mistresses?" Bulma finally blurted.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed softly as if trying to figure how to answer. He allowed his hand to drop from her face and cleared his throat.

"No, I do not take mistresses." He finally said to her, which made Bulma feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I thought so; I just wanted to make sure. The people at court say terrible things at times, and I only wanted to ask. I am sorry if I offended you your Majesty." Bulma looked down and ran a hand through her cascading locks nervously.

"No you have not offended me. I have said you could ask me anything and I meant it." Vegeta offered her a grin and carefully lifted her chin, "I am guessing that kiss is what brought this question to the surface?"

Bulma nodded slowly and looked up to meet his dark stare, "Yes, you have the Queen and I would never wish to offend her your Majesty." She admitted.

Vegeta studied her a brief moment, "The Queen is a good woman, but you must realize I do not love her, or have ever loved her. It was an arranged marriage." The King admitted to her.

Bulma looked up and nodded, "I understand I myself worry about marrying someone that will not appreciate me for who I am." She said boldly, "I want to find love."

"Yes, I think any man that is lucky enough to marry you would be a fool to not fall in love with you and treat you like a Queen." King Vegeta leaned in and whispered to her, "You are very special."

"Thank-you your Majesty, you are too kind." She giggled childishly trying to hide a blush.

One of his servants walked in and bowed addressing who was approaching. King Vegeta looked up, which caused Bulma to stand quickly beside the chair. Moments after being announced, Cardinal Murphy walked in and bowed to the King. Bulma glanced down to see a dark expression settle itself upon the King's handsome face.

"I am sorry to bother you your Majesty, but we have some news on the Queen." He tilted his head to the side and allowed his eyes to scan over the woman who curtsied to him.

The Cardinal raised a bow and looked away quickly not wanting to offend the King with any looks that might give away his distaste for his public affairs. King Vegeta shot up and took a few steps forward.

"Thank-you for telling me I shall go with you now." He paused and looked over his shoulder at the blue haired beauty behind him, "I will speak to you soon." He took her hands in his and kissed them. He was quickly gone and wasted no extra time. The Queen was in labor and the King was hoping this time she would give him a living heir. Bulma understood he had to leave. He would be waiting patiently for the news of his child. Later that night the Queen birthed a healthy baby girl. It was no male heir, but this meant the woman could actual preform her royal duty as Queen by finally birthing a living child.

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Bulma didn't see much of the King in the passing weeks. It had been two full weeks since the royal child had been born. She couldn't keep the King from her thoughts. The intimate kiss their shared and how he admitted that his marriage was solely duty. Bulma knew that there was no chance of him ever being with her. He was a married man and she was just a silly young girl with an attraction. Who was she kidding? It wouldn't stop her from allowing her thoughts to roam back to the wonderful moment when their lips touched. The sensations he awoke in her body troubled her and she was haunted of these sinful fantasies. She was appalled with herself a times.

It was worse now that the Queen was back in her chambers and she had to see her, which reminded her of that kiss she shared with her husband, the King. Adonia kept her ladies busy by requiring much cleaning and to help her with preparation for the day and sleep, though she had something to look forward to after this grueling day. There was a banquet in honor for the new Princess. The interesting thing about it was the King wanted to surprise his wife with a dance from her ladies. The ladies were all required to wear a costume gown, with beautifully jeweled masks to hide their identity. Bulma was truly excited because she couldn't wait for the King to view their performance. She hoped he was please.

The Ladies were all preparing in a separate room near the dining hall. Bulma peaked out the door seeing the Queen was by herself. She wondered where the King was and if he would be watching the performance. Bulma grew nervous and paced the room. Jane grabbed Bulma by the arm and smiled.

"Stop pacing. You will do fine. The Queen will love it." Jane said softly to reassure her.

She wasn't sure who all the masked women were because there were couples added. Finally a short man waved them out and the music began to play. Bulma was the second to enter the room frolicking to the middle of the floor. The men were already posed in the center of the floor and awaiting their dance partners. Bulma's eyes gleamed with excitement as she heard the soft sound of the instruments. The Queen had a happy smile on her face and was clapping lightly, watching them all appear and beautifully dressed for her entertainment. Bulma didn't look back at her partner because her eyes scanned the crowed for the King. The mask was creating many blind spots, which made it hard to look around without looking graceful during the dance.

Finally after the women finished preforming their introduction to the scene, Bulma and the other ladies paused with their arms high in the air. The men stood behind them. Bulma felt large hands grip her mid-section and lift her high into the air. They circled and danced around the floor. She was so lucky to be led by her partner or she would be lost, for her mask kept sliding down her nose blocking her vision. Finally the music ceased and they stood posed with their partners. The small stout man walked to the center and bowed to the Queen.

"I hope your Majesty was pleased with the dance. I wish to present to you the ladies." He opened a hand and stepped aside allowing the girls to gracefully walk toward her and take their masks from their face, revealing who they were.

Bulma smiled sweetly at the Queen and curtsied along with the other women, which she didn't bother to look at just yet. The man then introduced the men. Bulma still paid little attention to her partner until now, which she had her full vision back now that the mask was removed. Bulma glanced to her side, opening her hand for her partner to take. To her surprise the flame shaped hair gave it away. The men bow while removing their masks. Everyone applauded for the dancers.

"I hope this was pleasing to you, Madame." The King grinned in his wife's direction.

Bulma felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was so busy making sure her steps were graceful and struggling to see that she didn't pay attention to her partner, which was the King himself. Bulma saw the Queen eyeing her carefully as she sipped her goblet of wine. Finally able to walk from the center of the floor, Bulma grabbed a goblet of wine from one of the platters and quickly gulped down the drink.

"Bulma." A voice came from the crowd.

Bulma turned with the goblet in her hand and looked around for the voice. From the crowds Elisabeth came rushing over with her arms open. Bulma gasped and embraced her friend, swaying her in her arms. She was wearing one of the costumes. Bulma couldn't believe her friend waited this long to tell her she was here.

"When did you arrive back at court?" Bulma asked holding her at arm's length away, looking her over.

"Oh we were invited back to court a week ago after hearing about the birth of the Princess. The King wanted Robert and I to dance since I was a former lady of hers." Her eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Speaking of Robert how is married life?" Bulma giggled softly.

"It is going well for me." She shrugged lightly, glancing over at the tall slender gentleman speaking with the King, "and you I see have been busy. The King chose you as his partner." Elisabeth looked her over forcing a smile.

"Yes but I didn't know until today, honestly" She said softly looking down with embarrassment, shooting a look in the Queens direction.

Elisabeth smiled, "It's alright, Bulma." Her friend was then quickly drawn toward her husband who waved her over. She embraced Bulma one last time before returning to his side.

Bulma refilled her goblet with more wine and saw Kakkarot enter the hall. Her eyes brightened, but she paused a moment remembering their last meeting and felt an instant stab of guilt. She had treated him badly the last meeting and she hoped he would forgive her for her outburst of anger. Bulma looked up feeling a presents standing close by her. Her blue eyes lifted a moment to see the Kings good friend, Radditz. Bulma nodded to him and smiled.

"Good evening, Lady Briefs. That was a wonderful performance. I couldn't help but notice how well you and the King danced together." He offered her a grin.

Bulma felt heat caress over her cheeks and she looked down quickly into her goblet of red wine, "Thank you, sir." She answered.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He leaned in to capture her attention once again.

Bulma gasped softly and shook her head, "Oh no, I apologize. You didn't."

"Be careful, I wouldn't want a sweet girl like you to be hurt." Radditz said, as he took a drink from his silver goblet.

Bulma followed his eyes as they fell upon the King who was laughing and conversing with Robert and Elisabeth Monty. She chose to say nothing to the man, because she honestly didn't know how to respond. Did he just try to warn her about the King? Wasn't the King his good friend? Bulma's blue eyes lifted momentarily, giving him an innocent smile and taking a large drink from her goblet.

That moment the King glanced in Bulma's direction and offered her a nod, which Bulma returned it with a sweet innocent smile.

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Thank-you for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

Until next time…

Mallie-3
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