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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 6

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters, nor do I make profit from this.

Warnings: Adult content in this chapter.

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The sun was brightly shining through the large open window offering some light in the usually dim lit sitting room. Bulma's blue eyes lifted a moment, which looked to be glazed over. She had been embroidering shirts for days as part of her duty. She enjoyed variety not consistency, but who was she to complain. She was here by duty, and she would do whatever she needed to bestow favor on her family.

A soft breath was exited from her nose, and her lips were tightly pressed together as she allowed her stiff back to relax momentarily. She found it odd that the sun was shining so brightly on a day like this. It was not a happy day for anyone. It was quiet and the Queen had shut herself away in her rooms refusing to come out for anyone. The only person allowed within her sleeping chambers was Lady Howard. Occasionally the ladies attention would be torn from their duties when soft moans of pain and sadness echoed from Adonia's sleeping chambers. Her child had died from an infection. The poor child was only three weeks old and death struck taking yet another child from the Queen. She and the King were childless once again.

Bulma lounged casually upon a soft cushion and continued to sew more shirts. The Queen had requested more be brought to the King. She leaned in and poked the small needle through the fabric and pulled it tightly finishing a small pattern on the sleeve and snipped the thread. Bulma gripped the shirt in both hands and casually lifted it, inspecting it for any flaws. She lowered it back to her lap to begin folding.

Bulma honestly hated this duty. It was nothing but tedious work. She felt like the Queen did it purposely at times. Ever since the banquet in the Princesses honor, the Queen acted a bit detached from Bulma and didn't seem to wish her company. When she did it was only to criticize her handiwork on her husband's shirts. Bulma's fingertips smoothed over the fabric creasing it perfectly, and carefully set it upon the others in a small pile beside her. She placed her thimble and thread away for safe keeping and stood to deliver the shirts to Lady Jane.

Bulma paused momentarily with her hands wrapped around the white shirts protectively. Jane was speaking softly with another one of the ladies that helped in the chambers. She didn't seem to notice Bulma, nor did she seem to realize everyone else was hard at work except for her. She tapped her foot softly on the ground, which immediately gained the woman's attention. Jane whirled around and gave her a startled smile.

"Oh, sorry Bulma, I didn't see you there." Jane laced her fingers together tightly and her eyes shifted to the shirts in her arms.

Bulma cleared her throat and forced down her annoyance before thrusting the shirts toward Lady Hill, motioning with her eyes, "These are the shirts the Queen wanted prepared for the King. Will you see to their delivery?" she asked watching the flustered expression that washed over Jane's face.

"No, I am sorry I have to make sure that the ladies are completing their tasks here, the Queen wanted me in charge of the ladies while Lady Howard attends to her." Jane offered her a smug smile, "You may take them; sense everyone already knows how much the King fancies you anyway. It might as well be you bringing them, right?"

A dark look crept over Bulma's face as she watched Jane a moment; completely lost for words, "You are in charge of her Majesty's ladies?" she asked straightening her back.

"Why yes, I was just asked to the other day." Jane flashed a soft smile, "I thought I would have definitely lost that position to you, but you must have really upset that Queen. I wonder what it could have possibly been." Jane tilted her head to the side.

Lady Hill slowly turned around and giggled softly with the other lady. They were laughing at her, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Bulma gripped the shirts tightly. Her knuckles turned white as she grew frustrated. She didn't want to make a scene in front of the ladies. Bulma kept her chin up and turned to make her way back to the sitting room, but spotted her friend Elisabeth at the door with a deep frown on her lips.

"You know Jane; you have turned into a real terrible person you know. Sound like jealousy to me." Elisabeth shot back at her and gripped Bulma's arm, dragging her into the sitting room.

"Why did you say that to her? I don't want you sticking up for me. I am not acknowledging their behavior." Bulma whispered harshly.

"Because god only knows you won't do it. You cannot let people treat you like that. You are a sweet girl." Elisabeth looked her friend over noticing how embarrassed it made her.

"I don't want you to do that anymore, Elisabeth. She is in charge of the Queen's ladies. She has a lot of power now. One wrong move on my behalf and I will be sent away from court. I do not want to displease my family and being shame to their name." Bulma reached up to touch the hood covering her hair, which felt a little too tight on her head.

"Bulma, I completely understand. I am sorry if I upset you, but you are my friend and I don't like her rude comments. They are completely unnecessary" Elisabeth glared toward the open door way which led back to Jane, who was most likely gossiping more.

"I forgive you, and I completely understand. I do want you to understand I am not a little girl. I am may be young, but I think I can handle myself." Bulma offered her friend a reassuring smile and gripped her hand softly, "Now, I have to leave to deliver these. I will be back soon."

Elisabeth nodded and squeezed her friend's hand tightly allowing her to leave the Queens rooms and deliver the Kings shirts.

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Bulma arrived to the King Chambers, which weren't too far from the Queens. She knocked on the outer door and was rewarded with silence. Bulma's hand extended and griped the handle, but pulled back. She didn't want to intrude on the man. Her eyes scanned the long hallways and finally when no one came she decided to reach back to the door knob and open it. She didn't make this trip for nothing, and she definitely didn't want to be scolded by the Queen or Jane if she returned with the shirts. Chances were he wasn't even inside. There was no one at his chamber door, so she assumed it was empty.

Bulma entered, letting her eyes roam the large rooms. It had beautifully embroidered blue curtains, which framed the large windows. Light illuminated through the glass creating shadows from the many different pieces of furniture placed around the room. There was a large desk, covered in parchment. Empty ink containers were scattered over the disorganized desk, and there was a velvet chair, pulled out and ready for him to sit at any moment. Bulma gasped hearing loud voices arrive in the hall. She tripped and stumbled into the room knocking over an empty vase. The shirts projected out of her arms and scattered over the Tuscan rug. Bulma cursed softly and knelt down trying to fix the small amount of damage.

"Who is there?" the deep voice called from the dark sleeping chambers.

Bulma paused and lifted her eyes slowly. Her breath hitched in her throat as she saw a figure stand slowly from a chair behind the shear curtains, which separated the Kings sitting space from the enormous bed. Her lips began to move, but no words escaped them. She clutched the shirts tightly to her corset and bit her lower lip seeing the dark figure reach out and grip the shear curtain to pull it back. He was in his rooms all along. Bulma gasped softly when she saw his face and dipped in a curtsy stuttering and trying to find her words.

"P-please for-forgive me your Majesty. I-I didn't know you were in here." Bulma's voice quivered, fearing she would upset him by invading his private rooms without permission.

King Vegeta just stood there a brief moment and watched her. His lip twitched a little as if he it was trying to lift in a soft grin, but it never came. He let the curtain close and his dark shape slowly receded back into the shadows were he sat before. Bulma looked around a bit astonished by his reaction. He had said nothing and just turned to walk away. Her blue eyes closed a moment and she looked down feeling awful for coming into someone else's space.

"I'm truly sorry your Majesty. I came to deliver your shirts. Where would you like them?" Bulma paused and gritted her teeth tightly, watching the figure sitting in the dark.

"You may bring them in here if you like. Lay them on the bed. My servants will put them away when they figure out where I am." She saw his hand lift and move around as he spoke in the dark, but could not see his face clearly.

Bulma slowly made her way into the room. She pushed the shear curtain side and let her brush her back as she entered and made her way toward the large bed. He was watching her carefully as she folded each shirt carefully and laid it upon the silken sheets. She glanced up and offered him a nervous smile.

"I don't mean to pry your Majesty, but did you say when your servants find you?" she asked in a soft tone, hoping she wouldn't enrage him.

Vegeta let a burst of air escape his lips as his head tilted back and hit the wall. He lifted a jeweled hand and ran it through his ebony locks of hair, "Yes that is what I said."

"Well, I don't blame you for wishing to be being alone. I am sorry for your loss. I shall keep you in my prayers, like I usually do." She smiled and curtsied, slowly turning and making her way toward the curtain. Her hand paused in midair as he called her back to him. Bulma looked over her shoulder seeing his face buried in his hands.

The blue haired woman stood close and slowly lowered her body to a kneeling position, looking up into his dark eyes.

"I think I would enjoy your company, especially during a time like this." He reached out and allowed her to grip his hand within hers upon his knee.

"Of course your Majesty. I am here to listen if you need to speak. I shall always do that for you, please know you are dear to me." Bulma spoke softly to him in the dark, shifting carefully on her knees as her finger tips brushed over his hand softly.

"You know I always look up to my father. He was a good King, but he was stingy with his money. As you can see I do not hold back. I live the life of a true King." He chuckled softly letting his free hand grip the arm of his chair, "He always spoke to me about the succession to the throne. That I would be next, and in order to pass on his blood and my own I would have to make sure my wife gave me sons." He cleared his throat and glanced down at Bulma who was listening intently to his story.

"You see I had an older brother who was meant to be King. He passed from a fever and fate decided to pass this gift onto me, and now I am King. Unfortunately I was placed in a marriage that was made by my father before he died. Adonia is a good Queen, but I can't help but be angered because she had yet to give me a living son. I need sons, Bulma." Vegeta's black eyes grew serious as he allowed his thumb to brush over her fingers.

"Your majesty, if I may? You are young, and I am sure you will be rewarded soon." Bulma tried to speak positively to the weary man.

Vegeta shook his head and pulled it free, letting both hands grip the arms of the chair, "I am young, but I will not be young forever. I feel god is punishing me for taking my brother's wife." He growled softly and gripping the chair tighter, causing his knuckles to turn white.

"Your brother's wife?" Bulma licked her dry lips and blinked a few times a bit confused. Her father had never told her this, nor did she ever hear this story.

"Yes, she was married to my older brother for a time. He passed shortly after their marriage. She said their marriage was never consummated, but now I think she lied to me." His hands lifted and gripped his wild mane, "I am being punished. It is said that to marry your brother's wife will leave a man without children to carry on his name." His fingers tightened in his hair.

"But….but you had children. They were taken because of sickness. You are able to have children. It will take some time." She reached up and stroked his padded arm only to have him shrug it away.

"Then explain why none of my children have lived? Not a single one. She has had six pregnancies. None are living. Do you no understand I need a living heir?" he almost shouted it at her causing Bulma to fall back on her behind.

Her lower lip trembled and she slowly stood up, fumbling with her skirts, "I am sorry to speak to you as I did. I did not mean to upset you. Please forgive me, and if you wish me to leave, I shall." Bulma whispered feeling tears fill her eyes because of her disappointment. She was disappointed in herself for speaking so openly with him. She curtsied and turned to leave taking his silence as an answer.

Before she could make it to the shear curtain her hand was gripped tightly in his. He pulled her back, forcing her to look upon him. His face looked tired and his eyes had red rings around them. He must have gotten barely any sleep as of late. Bulma's eyes narrowed and she reached up to caress his cheek.

"You haven't been sleeping?" she asked softly letting those blue orbs roam his handsome features.

Vegeta's face softened momentarily, "I don't want you to go. Please stay." He said softly leaning in to place his forehead on her shoulder.

Bulma embraced him and allowed her small hands to travel up the length of his neck and tangle in his dark hair. She felt him take in a shaky breath as he fought his anger and disappointment. She pulled back and placed soft kisses to his cheek, speaking softly to him. She felt his hands grip tightly around her waist and finally his head lifted, allowing his dark eyes to meet hers. Vegeta leaned in and pressed his lips to Bulma's allowing his tongue to dip out, seeking entrance. Her lips parted, and their tongues caressed intimately. Their bodies pressed tightly together.

Bulma's hands were hesitant and cautious as she moved them up to his shoulders. She sighed softly feeling him pull away briefly to brush tender kisses upon her cheeks and the corners of her lips. His hands were skilled and pushing the fabric of her dress from her shoulder, placing tender kisses upon her porcelain skin. Her flesh ignited immediately sending shivers down her spine. This particular feeling was completely new to her. She had never been kissed by anyone else, and surely had never been touched in such a manner. It caused a slight blush to form over her pale cheeks. She closed her eyes as her body began to awaken and respond to these new sensations.

"Your Maj-" he lifted his head from her shoulder and pressed his forehead to hers, hushing her immediately.

"Call me Vegeta…no formalities." His breath caressed over her cheek, causing her head to tilt to the side.

"Vegeta…" she said breathlessly.

Vegeta leaned in and brushed his lips over the soft skin on her exposed neck. His calloused hand gripped the back of her neck trailing his fingertips up and down the length. Bulma's breathing came in short gasps as she tried to maintain composer. She felt her body being led backwards as his hands caressed down the length of her body to the middle of her back. She took small steps backward as his mouth ravaged hers in breathless kisses. Her calves hit the back of a small table pressed tightly to the white wall.

She gasped and gripped the edge of the oak table, shifting her head causing her swollen lips to slip away from his. He let out a soft growl of impatient and suddenly he gripped her skirts in his hands and lifted to her waist. Vegeta gripped her tightly and lifted her body up onto the table exposing her milky white thighs. Bulma's back hit the wall as he pressed into her, allowing his rough hands to travel the lengths of her thighs. Her back arched and heat pooled to her loins feeling the hard length of him pressing to her core. She felt like she was spiraling down, and somehow couldn't escape this passion he was creating deep within her. Was this wrong? Oh yes this was wrong, but it felt so right. Her hands gripped his doublet pulling him tighter to her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she kissed back with just as much need. She sighed softly feeling him pull back for a brief moment, not looking her in the eye. Her hands cupped his face, causing him to raise a hand and lightly cover one of them with his own hand.

"Bulma…I do not wish to hurt you in anyway. Nor do I wish to make you feel any sort of regret." Vegeta paused and let a soft shaky breath escape his lips as he continued to keep his eyes from meeting hers.

"How could I regret something as special as this moment?" Bulma whispered softly, feeling her heart pounding and her chest rising and falling with each breath.

That moment she felt him shift the material which was keeping their bodies from merging. His hands gripped her behind and pulled her to the edge of the table. Her hands gripped his shoulders for support, and at that moment she felt him pressing to her entrance. He wasted not a moment more and he plunged forward, breaking through her barrier. Bulma cried out feeling a sudden surge of pain, which caused her body to tighten.

His hips pressed forward slowly, keeping the friction to a minimum. His lips brushed her jaw line, and moaned with delight as he basked in the pleasure her body provided him. Bulma's finger tips bit into his hard shoulders as the pain eased because his movements had stopped. After a brief moment, which allowed her to catch her breath he began to move causing her to bite her lower lip. The pain came again causing her lower lip to tremble. Small tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

"Just feel…feel what my body can give yours. Don't dwell on the pain." He brushed his lips over her ear causing her body to shudder.

His pace sped up and his hands gripped her behind tighter, making sure their bodies molded perfectly. Her body started to respond as his movements created an explosion of sensations to erupt within her womb. Her head fell back and soon small noises were echoing within the room. They were not caused by just pain, but a delicious combination of the two.

Vegeta's forehead was beaded with perspiration and his jaw was clenched tightly. His body began to shudder violently as his peak quickly approached. His hips were slamming into hers, causing her thighs to part wide. Bulma closed her eyes and finally heard him grunt and tense as he spilled his seed deep within her womb. He was breathing heavily in her ear and rested his forehead on her exposed shoulder. Bulma's legs trembled and slowly she closed her eyes, allowing her hands to span the length of his back.

Oh gods I have done the unthinkable…

King Vegeta finally allowed her to return to her chambers, which evoked much suspicion. She was so happy he allowed her to use his rooms to clean up. It was quite interesting that he had running water within his chambers. The Queen wasn't rewarded this luxury. She fixed her skirts and hair and quickly made her way back, with a smile plastered on her face the entire way. As soon as she opened the door, Jane had scolded her. Bulma kept a straight face the entire time, letting the woman rant about how she had been missing for nearly an hour. Of course that was due to what had transpired in his rooms as well as the moments together after.

Bulma began to day dream, which caused heat to rise upon her cheeks once again. Her body was still tingling with sensation, and it was creating those moments to reoccur in her mind all over again. She must have had a detached look upon her face because Jane finally got her attention by snapped her fingers in her face.

"Are you even listening to me?" Jane asked placing her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry; I don't understand why you are so angry. You told me to give him the shirts, which I did. If you would have asked nicely when I arrived I would have told you he needed my opinions on a few things. That is why I have been gone for an hour." Bulma looked her in the eye and brushed past her, causing Jane to frown deeply.

oOo

Less than a week after their first encounter Vegeta made major changes at court. He had surprised Bulma by allowing her family to stay at court. He gave them their own chambers, which was provided them privacy. He had it decorated extravagantly and even gave her father a new title, which doubled his yearly wage. Bulma's pay doubled and she was no longer expected to tend the Queen. He required her to be at his side for everything. King Vegeta showered her with new dresses and jewels. She felt like a Queen. He wanted her to ride with him, hunt with him, and to walk with him in the gardens. He no longer asked the Queen to dine with him, but instead he required Bulma to be there always and at every meal.

Bulma was brought to his chambers nightly. Their nightly passions started the day she had first given herself to him completely. He had sent a servant to collect her and bring her through the hidden passageway leading to his room. At first they would lay passionately with one another for hours until he was satisfied, and then allow her back to her own rooms, but not too long after he asked her to stay the whole night. This pleased Bulma very much that he wished her to warm his bed. Bulma loved the control he had over her body. The way his would plunge deeply within her, causing her to cry out in pleasure nightly. She couldn't help the feelings he was creating within her. She was scared. She feared for the future. She was not his wife, and she knew she never would be.

Of course her father and mother started to question many things. They were invited to court and were given their own rooms and a larger income. Bulma was thankful that Radditz, the good friend of the King, spoke to Bulma's parents explaining the King's recent attraction for their daughter. Her father was outraged, threatening to take her from court. That was when Radditz spoke to John about his new title and it kept his anger at bay, though it was obvious that Radditz had spoken to him about the consequences of trying to keep Bulma from his Majesty. Radditz knew the King too well. Her mother wouldn't look upon her, for she was ashamed. Chi-chi did not judge her, nor did she speak plainly either. Bulma wasn't sure what he cousin thought of everything.

"You do realize once he tires of you, you will be married off to whomever he wishes." Beatrice spoke sternly as she watched the embers burning brightly in the fireplace.

Bulma was seated at one of the chairs around the table. Her eyes did not move from her lap.

"We should not think of such things, Beatrice. We are getting much more than I could have ever hoped for. Not to mention the title he has given me. Bulma choice has bestowed favor on his family" John Briefs said calmly.

"Yes that is true, but remember what can be given by the King can be easily taken away, John." She frowned and exited the room shaking her head, "I am not pleased with this. I know how it ends." She began sobbing as she left them alone.

"Your mother still needs to get used to the idea. You are our daughter, and of course we aren't pleased with this choice, but he is the King. We cannot anger him." He leaned into the table and watched his daughter.

"Father I care for him deeply and I feel the same for me. He won't wrong me." Bulma said softly.

John's blue eyes narrowed, "I hope you are right for the sake of this family."

oOo

Elisabeth climbed the stone steps and kept her a supportive hand on the cool stones of the wall. In her other hand was a candle, lighting the way to the top of the spiral stairs. Finally reaching her destination, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one had followed her in the process. She swallowed and knocked softly on the wooden door.

Kakkarot opened the door a crack to see who had come to his room this late. His dark eyebrows knitted together before he opened the door, allowing her to enter. He leaned forward looking down the dark spiral staircase and then finally closed the door behind them.

"What in god's name are you doing coming to my room in the dead of night?" Kakkarot lounged in a wooden chair and sighed heavily trying his best to keep his eyes open.

"I'm sorry; I should have told you I would be coming. I haven't seen you lately and this was the best time. My husband left the room with a few of the men here at court." Elisabeth said softly setting the candle on the stand near his bed. She watched him as he started to doze off and smiled.

"I am wondering why you still haven't told her. I fear you are now too late." Elisabeth said softly gripping her braided hair and pulling it over her shoulder, toying with it carefully.

Kakkarot's eyes snapped open and he leaned forward, rubbing his eyes, "What? I am not quite sure I understand. Are you saying she is….?" The color instantly drained from his face.

"Yes, it seems she had fallen into the Kings trap. He has taken it upon himself to give her rooms in the palace. She had her own servants and he even brought her family to court, offering her father a title." Elisabeth leaned over and whispered.

Kakkarot rubbed his temples and began to moan. He fell back in his chair and covered his face with his hands. He was too late to express his feelings. It didn't matter what he said to her now. Even if she did acknowledge his feelings the King would surely get rid of him. He wasn't the type of man to deal with any sort of competition, and him being King he could easily be dealt with.

"Well I am not quite sure why you even came to tell me this. It isn't like I can do much of anything. The King has what he wants for the time being and we have to just sit back and watch until he turns her away." He spoke softly, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips.

"As much as I would like to think there is something we could do. I know that there is nothing we can do for Bulma now. I just needed to speak with you, because I do not wish her to see her hurt. She is a good friend of ours. We just need to be there when this is all over." Elisabeth was now pacing the dim room.

"Yes, I know. I will be there for her always. I was thinking about what happened to you in this case, and I figured I would be the one to marry her if he tries to rid of her." Kakkarot glanced up seeing a surprised look upon Elisabeth's face.

She tapped her lips with her fingers and nodded, "Do you honestly think she would agree to that?" Elisabeth asked.

"I hope so. I know I would be a good husband to her." Kakkarot slid a hand under his white shirt and placed it over his heart, "I care deeply for her Elisabeth. I would do anything for her."

"I know that, but for now we need to approach that topic carefully. We don't want her to figure out what we are planning. It would offend her." Elisabeth said crossing her arms over her chest.

oOo

Bulma's eyes fluttered softly as she opened them feeling a finger run down the length of her nose. She smiled and arched her back, stretching her soar limbs, "It is very late. Why are you still up?" Bulma asked him reaching up to caress his face.

Vegeta watched her face and leaned down to claim her rosy lips, "I like to watch you sleep. It is refreshing." He fell back and placed a hand on his bare abdomen.

Bulma shifted her small, nude body under the covers and curled up next to him, "I am glad I please you even in sleep." She grinned playfully at him, leaning in to kiss his chest.

Vegeta growled softly and flipped over, placing his body between her thighs, "It pleases me to be with you constantly. When it comes to you I feel like I can never get enough." He claimed her mouth hungrily and swiftly entered her in one stroke of his hips, causing Bulma's head to fall back against the pillow and cries out in pleasure. Her fingers bit into the soft flesh of his back as he rode her hard. Her soft lean legs wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him in closer. Finally he shuddered and stilled, panting against her breast. He brushed feathery kisses upon the flesh of her soft milky breasts. His dark eyes lifted to hers seeing her slowly coming down from their quick union.

"I think I am falling in love with you…" she whispered as she closed her eyes and caressed her fingertips over his shoulders.

He shifted and planted his hands around her head, watching her carefully, "Those are dangerous words, you must guard yours heart." He leaned in and whispered into her ear, nipping it gently.

"Yes, but those words are true and from the heart." She admitted.

Vegeta rolled off and pulled her small body tightly to his. He lay there awake hearing those words echoing through his mind as he kept her close.

oOo

Thank-you for reading chapter six, and I hope you enjoyed it.

Mallie-3
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