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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 Seven

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. This is only a hobby; therefore I make no money from this.

Warnings: This is a mature rated fiction.

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Spring was fast approaching. Buds had formed on the growing plants and lush green leaves were sprouting everywhere within the gardens. The grounds were no longer white and dreary, but vibrant with life. The air was cool, but comfortable. The King had started to plan more hunting parties in the past week, but unfortunately Bulma had not yet been invited to see him. It had been very hard on her.

Beatrice took a lock of Bulma's blue hair and moved the bristles through, combing out the tangles. She tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes, enjoying the comforting feeling her mother was providing. A soft relaxed breath escaped from her nostrils and finally she allowed her eyes to open once again. Her reflection shined back at her as she kept eye contact with herself, never allowing those blue orbs to break contact. She remembered their last conversation well.

"I must tell you that I will not be calling for you for a few weeks. I fear you would distract me from my duty," he whispered against her lips, capturing them in a sweet kiss.

"Distracting? Are you speaking about your duty as the Queen's husband?" Bulma asked lifting her blue eyes to meet his.

"Yes, you know I need an heir. I must force myself to try again with her. I find it would be too difficult to bed my wife, if I have such an elegant creature waiting for me in my own chambers." He growled softly against her ear, nipping it playfully and settling himself between her thighs.

Bulma turned her head and giggled softly, "I understand your duty, but it pains me. I know I shall miss you deeply." She admitted, feeling a blush form upon her cheeks.

Vegeta's eyebrow knitted slightly as he tilted her chin up so their eyes met, "I shall return to you. I have not tired of you yet." Vegeta chuckled seeing the expression on her face.

"I hope you never tire of me….ever." she sighed deeply feeling his lips brush her neck as they lay in their intimate embrace. She didn't say anything, but when he did not respond a twinge of nervousness shot through her because there was a possibility that his dream would soon come to any end.

Bulma sighed dramatically and allowed her fingers to brush over the fabric covering her thighs as the memory faded. She had never felt so alone. Sure she had Elisabeth and Kakkarot to keep her mind from things, but it wasn't the same. To see him once would make her day much better. Of course he had a duty he had to fulfill. The King and Queen still had no heir to the throne, so for the past few weeks, the King had been spending it with his wife, in hopes that she would soon be carrying yet another heir. Of course England had been hoping for a male. She didn't realize that all contact with her was severed for the time being. Bulma sat impatiently waiting for her father to arrive with news.

"Keep your head straight," Bulma's mother gripped her face, pulling it up forcefully causing her daughter to flinch.

"Sorry…" she said softly as her mother took the comb and brushed it through a small strand of hair before twisting it perfectly.

Her head was jerked back into place once again when she heard the door to her rooms open up and the soft thumping of boots on the wooden floors. Her mother hissed with annoyance, which caused Bulma to huff in return.

"There you both are." Bulma's ears perked up to hear the sound of her father's voice.

"There you are John, I was wondering when you would be arriving back." Beatrice smiled and finished with Bulma's hair and allowed her to stand after mingling the pearl strand within Bulma's twisted hair.

"Yes, I am back. I had to meet with Radditz. I was growing worried since there had been no word from the King. I am glad I went because the King wishes you to ride with him this afternoon" John said softly, running his hand through short silver hair.

Bulma turned to look over her shoulder, allowing her down cast eyes to lift and meet her fathers, "Father I have already explained to you. It is only because of his duty to the Queen." she bit her lower lip and looked upon her appearance once again in the mirror, tracing her soft finger tips over her facial structure.

John paused and watched his daughter, "Yes I know this Bulma, but one can never be too sure. I had to make sure that there was no other. You have to worry about rivalry." John pointed a finger at her and resumed pacing.

Bulma's frown deepened as she stood and approached her father, "I can't believe you are even speaking as if this is a game. This is no game to me. I care for him." she said rather appalled with her father's way of thinking as of late.

John gripped his daughters hands within his, "Yes, I understand my darling daughter, but we also have to think about our family in the long run. Good things with the King never last." He reminded her, which caused her to retract her hands violently from his grasp as she stormed from the room.

Beatrice lifted her eyes and watched her husband. Her blonde eyebrow lifted as a grin formed on her lips before she exited the room, following after her daughter.

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Bulma was sure to keep her distance from her father. He was climbing in the ranks at court because of the favor Bulma was receiving from the King. This was only going to his head, and quite frankly Bulma was getting rather irritated. She would have never guessed her father would be this greedy when it came to courtly politics. Of course she was young, and still was.

Bulma gripped her riding gloves and allowed one of the men that served his majesty to escort her to the grounds. The horses were prepared and were saddled and ready for their afternoon ride. Her blue eyes scanned the faces trying to locate the King. Once she found him she paused, pulling her gloves tighter upon her hands. Bulma licked her dry lips and immediately felt butterflies within her stomach. He was just as handsome as before, but the anticipation of seeing him again was just too great and a wave of fear welled within her. It was as if she was meeting him for the first time.

Waiting a brief moment before approaching the King, Bulma slowly walked up to one of the horses and brushed her gloved hand over the shining coat. Bulma smiled softly seeing him notice her at the corner of her eye, and without warning the King rushed to her side and lifted her into the air, ravaging her lips.

"You have no idea how much I have missed you, minx." He whispered breathlessly into her ear, nipping it softly.

Bulma felt shivers shoot down her spine hearing his words, "I have missed you more than you will ever know, Vegeta." She spoke his name, which caused a grin to form on his lips.

The King assisted Bulma upon the horse and offered her the reins, "This one has a bit of spirit, and I hope you don't mind." He patted her thigh through her skirts and moved to his horse, putting his foot in the stirrup and flipping his leg over the saddle.

Bulma gripped the leather straps in her gloved hands tightly and wiggled on top of the horse noticing how agitated its movements were becoming. She smiled softly and reached over to stroke its neck. She could hear the clicking of the hooves on the cobble stones as it started to move in place. Bulma glanced over her shoulder to see Radditz move his horse alongside hers.

"My Lady…" he nodded his head and gave her a playful wink.

Bulma looked upon him innocently and nodded, offering him a kind smile. Not too long after, their journey began along the trails around the palace grounds. The air was cool, but very refreshing. New plants were sprouting up everywhere around them. The hedges near the palace were even starting to regain their vigor. Bulma smiled seeing the King spur the side of his horse, causing it to gallop through the trails in the prairie with such grace. He pulled back on the reins and laughed out loud galloping farther ahead.

"Your Majesty isn't going to leave this precious jewel alone are you?" Radditz paused momentarily and cupped his hands over his mouth, shouting to the King.

The King pulled back on the reins and forced the mammal to turn. It stomped its large limbs and shook its mane. Vegeta's sat proudly upon his steed and glanced in Bulma's direction.

"Of course I wasn't planning on leaving her, Radditz." King Vegeta nodded to Bulma and waved her over.

Bulma offered a playful smile and willed her horse in the Kings direction. She gripped the reins as she felt the animal speed up, willing its large muscled body to move faster. The blue haired woman gasped feeling the animal change directions and run off the path. She pulled on the reins, but as she did a flock of peasants shot out of the long prairie grass, causing the horse to rear back with her still upon it.

She let out a loud scream and was thrown from the back of the horse, falling and hitting her head hard against the rough terrain. Her vision was blurred and blackness overcame her just as Vegeta's horse road up. Just before the blackness took her, she got a glimpse of his boots after he flung himself off his horse, and to shot to her side.

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"Bulma!" Vegeta shouted as he jumped from the saddle.

His boots hit the ground hard, which he quickly regained balance. He dropped to his knees just as his men arrived to his side. Vegeta gripped her shoulders and carefully cradled her in his arms brushing back the blue locks of hair that covered her beautiful face. He let a slow breath escape his lips and his hand started to shake seeing the cut upon her hairline, which was oozing blood. He lifted her up and held up a hand as Radditz arrive. His trusted friend paused a moment seeing his sovereign hold up a hand. Vegeta had her petite body cradled within his arms as he walked to Radditz.

"Damn it man, take her and I will follow you back to the palace. I wish my physicians to be summoned at once." He barked his orders quickly as Radditz obeyed and gripped Bulma carefully, holding her tightly to his chest.

Vegeta wasted not a moment longer and made his way back to the palace with his friend and guards following. The King had them enter through a private exit usually made specifically for him. He wished no attention to be drawn to this matter. He knew very well what court was like. They were like rabid dogs when it came to information. Vegeta helped Radditz with the girl. Vegeta's face was serious and red with anger.

"Why did you have to give her that horse, you are a fool Radditz," Vegeta kicked the wooden door open allowing him to enter.

"Yes your Majesty. I should have taken that one." He agreed knowing the King was blaming everyone but himself for the cause of this situation. Really it was no one's fault that the horse decided to act out.

Vegeta escorted Radditz to his rooms and allowed him to lay the girl on his bed. He looked around as he propped her up allowing his eyes to scan the unconscious woman. Lifting his dark eyes he noticed the King was off on one of his rampages screaming profanities at his servants when the Physicians had not yet arrived, even though it had only been five minutes. Finally after a small amount of time they had arrived and quickly made their way to the bedside to examine the girl and do all they could.

The King nodded for his friend to follow him out while the Physicians looked at the girl. Vegeta was biting his cheek and pacing the floor, running his hands through his unruly ebony locks. Radditz sat in one of the velvet chairs with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the King's apparent distress.

"I am sorry to be so blunt, but I can't help but notice how distressed you are over this silly girl." He couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

Vegeta paused and shot a glare in his friend's direction. His nostrils flared with anger and in a couple large strides the King was at his side, gripping his collar and shaking him, "A silly girl you say? Don't you let me hear you say that again, or I shall have you removed from court." He snarled just inches from the man's face.

Radditz's eyes widened in shock hearing his good friend threaten to ban him from his court. Was he being serious? He offended him with a comment about some silly girl?

"You aren't in love with her are you, Vegeta?" He dropped the formalities when he saw his King move a window and stare blankly out at the palace grounds.

Vegeta looked over his shoulder and huffed, "Love? I care for her, Radditz. There is no denying that. I care for her more than I ever cared for a woman before." He spoke softly, leaning on the window sill.

Radditz's dark eyes shifted to the ground, "Sounds a lot like love to me."

Vegeta rewarded him with silence before he finally answered, "Whatever it is, I would do anything for her." He admitted.

After a good half an hour, the Physicians were finally through with the woman and tucked her in tightly upon the bed. The three men walked outside to speak with the King regarding the woman's injuries.

"We have cleaned up the girl. She awoke just moments after we arrived. She seemed to be quite aware the cause of her brief unconsciousness. She will recover nicely." The small stout man said as he cupped his hands and placed them on his slightly rounded belly.

The King sighed with relief as he looked over his physicians shoulders to see her resting comfortably under the silken sheets. He then gave the men his attention for a moment longer, "Thank you for providing her with the best care, I shall reward you for this." he waved them away.

"Your Majesty, we can have the girl placed back in her rooms as soon as possible." The man frowned seeing the look of displeasure upon the Kings dark features, "Of course if you wish her to." He said carefully, knowing the King was in no mood.

Just as quickly as they arrived, they were dismissed and on their way to Cardinal Murphy, seeking their reward. Vegeta moved slowly to the edge of his bed and sat upon it looking down at the sleeping girl. His rough finger tips brushed over her soft cheeks and paused as they approached the small wound upon her hair line. The small cut wasn't as bad as he though. The blood seemed to mask its true size, which of course caused a lot more distress in him than it should have. He was so glad to see her alive and well. He leaned in and brushed his lips over her sweet pink ones and pulled back seeing those bright sky blue eyes open and watching his face. They were filled with love and devotion.

Vegeta sat up straight and opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by the girls soft fingers, "Don't say anything. I am just fine. I promise you I feel just fine." Bulma said softly.

Vegeta closed his dark eyes and allowed his face to bury deeply in her silken hair, which gave off a delicious smell of honey and roses. He sighed and ran his hands down the length of her body, and pulled her tightly to his hard frame.

"I am so glad you took immediate action to ensure my safety." Bulma smiled and stroked the back of his neck, and enjoyed the feeling of his tone body against hers.

"I would do anything for you. I hope you know that." He spoke softly in her ear. "I care for you above all other women." He said truthfully.

"This means I am your official Mistress?" she asked softly seeing his face lift. Bulma reached out and stroked the stubbles forming on his jaw line.

"Official Mistress…" Vegeta spoke out loud, as his dark eyes skimmed over her soft features, "Yes, you are my official Mistress, and my lover. You are my woman." He said as he claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss, which caused Bulma's arms to wrap tightly around his neck.

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Adonia quickly stood and exited the small chapel, which was not far from the palace. Her rosary was tightly in her grasp as she made her way down the small staircase leading down to the black carriage that waited to take her back to the palace. Lady Howard waited patiently for the Queen to finish with her prayers. She always gave her Queen privacy when they came to this specific chapel. It had a statue of the Virgin Mary, which she was extremely fond of and this was the chapel Queen Adonia usually preferred to pray at when she was hoping to be blessed with another pregnancy.

Lady Howard smiled brightly in her Queen's direction and opened the small door to allow her inside. Adonia smiled in return and lifted her skirts slightly as she stepped into the carriage, which she was followed by Lady Howard. After a moment of sitting in silence they heard the snap of a whip and the carriage began to move slowly.

"Have you heard any news of my husband?" she leaned in and spoke softly to Lady Howard.

The lady lifted her eyes from her lap, "Yes actually I have heard a few things, Madam." She spoke quickly.

"Please tell me all that you heard circling court. I am quite interested." Queen Adonia situated on her cushioned seat.

"Well, according the court gossip the King has been having that young woman, Lady Briefs, attend him once again." She watched the jealous expression quickly fade form the Queen's face.

"Ah, so he has gone back to her? I am shocked I was wrong about this one. Usually when he comes back to me he quickly tires of his old play things and moves on to yet another young and vibrant girl." Adonia leaned against the window and toyed with her hood.

"Yes Madam, I figured she would be gone as well, but it seems that they were scheduled to ride together today. I heard some of your ladies speaking about it." She admitted to the Queen.

"I see, well I think I must worry about this. It is common for men to take pleasure elsewhere when their wives are with child. The husbands they always return to their wives. It is another thing when the man takes a Mistress and pushes his duty to his wife to the side. This other woman needs to go." Queen Adonia sneered, growing quite tired of hearing about Lady Brief's affair with her husband.

"I agree Madam." Lady Howard smiled kindly.

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Just days after Bulma's accident the King decided to hold a night of dancing and feasting in the palace. Everyone was excited for the feast. There was also lovely music, dancing, and wine. Bulma gripped the silver goblet in her small hand and chuckled seeing Kakkarot stumble into the seat beside her.

"Hello there beautiful maiden," Kakkarot chuckled softly as he winked playfully.

"I think you have had enough wine for one evening, don't you think Kakkarot?" Bulma sipped from the goblet and set it on top of the wooden table.

"Oh no, I think I will have another. I am just fine. I think this is the best I have felt all week." He hiccupped and was pulled into the next dance by a larger woman who had an overabundance of bosom to offer. Bulma placed a hand over her mouth and giggled, but paused seeing King Vegeta stroll to her side and offer her a hand. Bulma nodded and took it, which she was immediately pulled into his arms. Their foreheads touched intimately as they looked deeply into one another's eyes before dancing with the others as the instruments played a happy melody. With each turn of their bodies they clapped. Vegeta raised a brow seeing the flirtatious look Bulma was giving him with those exotic eyes.

Their bodies came close during the dance, "I need you." He whispered harshly.

Bulma gasped and felt him leave her side as they were required to step away, forming lines opposite of once another. The blue haired beauty looked amused, which in turn excited the King greatly.

The song was quickly done, but his hungry eyes were roaming her figure as if undressing her with his eyes. Bulma played his little game, but pretended to not acknowledge his statement and sat down beside Elisabeth and her husband Robert, making eyes at the King.

"The King is a lucky man," Robert spoke softly, and a little too close to Bulma's ear.

"Excuse me?" Bulma asked seeing the look in Elisabeth's husband's eye.

"The King must greatly enjoy your company." He slurred his words and slid his hand under the table, roaming over Bulma's thigh.

She gasped and swatted his hand away, "You sorry excuse for a man." Bulma scolded, "You have a wife, not to mention your wife is my very best friend. You should be ashamed." She hissed, trying not to cause too much commotion.

"Oh and your little scandalous affair with the King isn't any different?" he hiccupped and looked away running his hand through his brown hair.

That statement caused Bulma to close her lips tightly. He was right. It was the same. She was sleeping with a married man, but the only difference was she loved him deeply.

"You know you aren't the only one." He said in a snide tone.

"Only one?" Bulma lifted her eyes.

"Yes, why do you think I had to marry Elisabeth? Don't get me wrong. I care for Elisabeth, but I know she once cared for the King, and for god sakes I can't make myself a King." He chuckled and drank heavily from his goblet, and then pouring himself another.

Bulma's shimmering blue eyes shifted to her friend Elisabeth who was in deep conversation with another lady, and thankfully wasn't aware of their conversation.

"The King has never taken a Mistress before, Robert." She frowned deeply.

"Oh really? Well, it was Cardinal Murphy that came to my family asking for Elisabeth to be wed to me for a pretty coin because the King willed it." He slurred, "The only way to get rid of used goods without causing trouble in Elisabeth's family was to marry her off to keep them quiet." He pointed out.

Bulma felt her heart sink in her chest. Elisabeth had never told her about the affair. There had been plenty of times to tell her when there were hints given by that horrible Jane Hill. Of course Elisabeth dismissed every accusation about herself as well as that Evelyn girl who seemed sweet with the King as well. Bulma took an even larger drink and felt as though she was going to be sick. Bulma slammed the goblet on the table and stood quickly, rushing for the exit.

Elisabeth was drawn from her conversation with the woman hearing the goblet slam, and glanced at Robert giving him a funny look. Her husband responded with a shoulder shrug and continued to drink happily, ignoring the woman's sudden urge to leave. Elisabeth quickly lifted her skirts and walked out of the hall and followed after her friend. She looked around in the candle lit corridor and spotted Bulma leaning against one of the walls with her head down.

"Bulma?" Elisabeth called to her friend finally approaching her. She could see the glistening streams of tears covering her flushed cheeks, "Tell me what happened?"

"Is it true about you and the King?" Bulma's spoke in a quivery voice.

Elisabeth felt her breath catch in her throat hearing those terrible words escape her friend's lips, "Is what true?"

Bulma lifted her eyes and frowned, "Elisabeth no more games, I wish for you to tell me now. You know what I am asking. Were you the King's lover?" her lower lip quivered.

Her green eyes widened immediately and she pressed a hand to her chest, "I had relations with the King. I was his lover for a short time," Elisabeth admitted.

Bulma winced hearing those words, "Oh gods, what have I done? I have given my maidenhead to a man who lies. He said he had never taken a mistress. I love him Elisabeth. How do I know I will not have my heart ripped from my chest the same way you did, and then be forced to marry?" Bulma became hysterical, coving her face with her hands as she slumped.

Elisabeth leaned down and pulled Bulma's hands from her face, forcing her to look upon her, "No, do not think like that. You have to relax. The King has already given you much more than any other woman. He looks at you different and treats you different." She stroked her friends blue hair carefully.

"I am sorry. I am being ridiculous." She took in a sharp breath, "I am just hurt you never told me." She whimpered.

"It was to protect you. I didn't want you exposed to that. You were too innocent." Elisabeth explained.

"Never do that again to me." She said harshly, "Or we are not friends."

"Never again, I promise you." She said and then embraced her one last time.

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To be continued….

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