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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 Eight

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Bulma peeked into the large chambers of the Queen and slowly slipped in. Her hand was immediately grabbed by Elisabeth, who had seen her pop her head in the door. Lady Hill made a point to wrinkle her nose in her direction as she saw her enter in her lavishly embroidered dress, with voluptuous skirts.

"By Gods Elisabeth, you scared me to death. Are you sure I can be here. I think the Queen would personally ask the King to behead me if she knew I was entering her chambers." Bulma giggled childishly as her friend lead her away from the main entrance.

"Oh stop jesting; the Queen has been away for hours in prayer. You know how she gets when she is hoping for a child. She has not bled yet, so I don't doubt the King was successful in planting his royal seed." Elisabeth rolled her eyes, keeping her voice low so none of the others would hear her speak so boldly about her Majesty.

"Yes…well I know that woman prays an awful lot, but I don't wish to upset her in anyway," Bulma looked to the floor a bit taken back about the news of the Queen's possible pregnancy.

Elisabeth glanced over her blue haired friends shoulder seeing the women rushing around a bit more than usual, which meant they had company.

"The Queen has arrived," a large breasted lady spoke as she rushed pasted them, gripping her skirts and hurrying as fast as her stubby legs could carry her.

Not long after that was said, Bulma panicked knowing she most likely would be in trouble for setting foot in the Queen's chambers uninvited. The dark skirts of the Queen overwhelmed the bright room, which was radiating with a massive amount of sun light.

"It will be alright, I shall think of something if she asks." Elisabeth quickly said to her as they all began to curtsy.

Bulma curtsied as the Queen made her way into her chambers. Bulma was just there to retrieve Lady Elisabeth, for now she regretted even coming since the woman she had tried to avoid had shown up. Elisabeth had promised she would be in no danger of running into the Queen at all by coming. What a mistake that was.

The Queen's dark eyes skimmed over each of her ladies as her petite feet glided over the wooden floors, which were covered in fine rugs. Each one of her ladies curtsied generously toward her as she made her first appearance from daily prayer. Bulma couldn't help but feel her eyes burn into the top of her head dress, and she was sure not to look up or she would most likely receive a dirty look.

"Ah, Lady Briefs so nice to see you have joined the ladies here in my room. I would like you to prepare me for my meal with the King." Adonia raised a dark eyebrow in Bulma's direction after the girl stood up slowly from her curtsy.

Bulma nodded once as she made her way into the bed chambers of the Queen. Her thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to figure out why the Queen would even ask her to do anything at all. She was no longer a Maid-of-honor to her Majesty. She was dressed as a noble with all the gifts she was receiving. Maybe the Queen was trying to embarrass her in front of the other ladies. Well, whatever she was doing, she was succeeding because she had gained interesting looks from all the ladies standing around her.

The blue haired woman slipped into the room after the Queen made her way through the double doors and closed them tightly behind her. The Queen waved Lady Howard from the room, which the woman smiled suspiciously in her Queen's direction. She tried to ignore that look, which was exchanged between the Queen and her favorite. Bulma quickly fanned out the Queen's skirts as she sat upon a chair placed directly in front of her mirror.

"Would you like your hair to be the same, or possibly up and pinned back with jeweled pins?" She asked as she reached up to release her hair from the hood, watching the dark locks of hair cascade down her back. Bulma swallowed hard as she trailed her fingers through the thick locks.

How long had it been since she was in the Queen's presence? Her heart pounded in her chest knowing all too well that the Queen had something she wished to speak with her about. She knew it had to be about her husband, the King.

Adonia lifted a hand and swatted the girls away as she turned slowly to face her. The woman's body had grown thicker since her last pregnancy, and being pregnant at least two times a year was causing trauma on her once young figure. Now Elisabeth claimed she was with child once again. Bulma sure hoped so because she wished for nothing more than to have the King all to herself once again. She knew she was being selfish, but she was a young girl in love.

"Stop playing that innocent game with me, girl. I know your true intensions. You shall not win his heart so easily. You should know that he is a King, and his heart can only belong to his true wife, which is me." She stressed her syllables, as her Spanish accent strongly coated her words.

"I am also confused as to why you have even the courage to show your face in my chambers." She let an annoyed growl escape her lips, which came across as less than lady like.

Bulma's sapphire eyes widened in shock to those venomous words spewing from the Queen's pursed lips, "Madam, I don't understand." She finally said, trying her hardest to stay calm, even though she felt the acidic bile rising in her throat seeing the woman's once loving eyes turn to pure darkness. "I was only here to collect Lady Elisabeth, your Majesty. I shall never do so again without permission, my apologies." She bit her lower lip.

Adonia looked over Bulma's young frame, "I see why he is so besotted with you. You spread your thighs for him, and I know what happens to each one of his whores. They are cast aside. The Holy Father shall never let you over throw me while I still breathe. I carry the King's son within my womb. This child shall survive, and once he takes his first breath you shall be disposed of. I shall see to that." She narrowed her eyes and turned back around to look upon her withering features.

Bulma swallowed and felt tears of anger fill her eyes, "I had no intension of taking your husband, Madam." She stated bluntly, clenching her fists at her side.

Adonia's dark eyes looked down at her hands, which were clutching the fabric of her dress. Bulma took in a shaky breath as she straightens her back and lifted her chin high, "I know I am just a mistress to his Majesty, but I am doing as he wishes. You of all people should know that what he wills must therefore be done. No matter the consequences. I wish only to serve you to the fullest, your Majesty." She curtsied deeply, closing her eyes feeling the bitter sweet tone slipping from her lips.

They were lies. Lord help her for she wished she could really let the Queen have it, for she was swelling with anger. She had done nothing to upset the Queen, or prove to be unfit for her duties. She had done everything correctly when attending her. Why on earth would she think of reaching as high of an aspiration as Queen? That was completely ludicrous. The King knew never to over step the will of the Pope, and he knew who is wife was. She was his lover, nothing more. The realization hurt to admit, but Bulma wasn't completely naive.

"I do not care what you have to say, for I know they are all lies. Close your lips girl, I wish no longer to speak of this affair you started with my Husband." The Queen made an agitated sound as she rummaged through her hair pieces and roughly handed Bulma the pins in which she wanted to wear to dinner.

Bulma was completely hurt to know that the Queen was going to dinner with the King. As of a couple months ago he had only wanted to dine with her and no one else unless he had to for official business related attendances. She knew that the Queen had meant to tell just her because it was an attack, and it hurt. It struck right through her heart.

Bulma's small fingers quickly twisted the dark hair back and pinned them, giving her hair a more dramatic affect. She tried her hardest to hold back her dirty looks, fore she could feel the Queen's eyes upon her at all times. Finally after picking out the jewelry to go with her newly crafted gown, Bulma was dismissed and Lady Howard was allowed to enter the room once again. The Queen grinned with her hands cupped tightly together just above her belly as Bulma closed the door behind her.

"I trust your alone time went well, Madam?" Lady Howard inquired as she let her light eyes scan over the Queen's concentrated features.

"She knows she is my enemy. No one shall cross me. She may have him in her bed for a time, but I shall always be his wife." Adonia's nostrils flared with anger as she willed herself to calm quickly, speaking a quick prayer under her breath before making their way to the King's dining room.

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She made angry strides back to her chambers within the palace. She could hear the heavy footsteps of Elisabeth and Kakkarot as she rushed through the crowds of people who were stationed outside of the King's rooms. Once she arrived, Bulma threw open the door. Her father jumped up from a velvet upholstered chair, nearly spilling his wine all over his vest.

Bulma calmly shut her door and closed her eyes, but then furiously ripped the head dress from her hair. The sharp pain on the top of her head was barely felt. She quickly threw herself upon her bed and began to sob. Her eyes had tears pouring from them, which caused the fabric of her pillow to become sopping wet. She lifted her head momentarily as she felt her breathing become sporadic and hard to slow. She gripped the corset and pulled upon it as she tried to get ahold of herself.

A soft knock came upon her door, which gained Bulma's attention immediately. She did not wish to answer. She bit back her sobs and kept her lips tightly together. She did not wish her friends to hear her sorrowful weeping from outside of the door.

"Bulma…please open the door. Let me speak to you." Kakkarot's deep voice calmed her rather quickly.

She made her way to the door and slowly opened it, allowing Kakkarot to see one tear-filled blue orb, peaking at him through the small crack, "I do not wish to discuss it." She said plainly.

"Please just give me a moment of your time. You owe it to me, remember? We spoke just days ago, and you apologized to me about how you spoke to me. Do you wish that apology to be in vein?" he raised his eyebrows watching her trouble features.

Bulma slowly opened the door, which he quickly entered. He nodded to Elisabeth and slowly closed the door, then turning to face her. The blue haired beauty before him had her arms tightly wrapped around her body, and she racked with tiny gasps of air with every other breath. Her body was trying its hardest to regain that lost control, but her emotional state was just fueling it.

"You must not let that sow get the better of you." He whispered to her.

Bulma's blue eyes knitted, looking upon him in horror hearing the word he just called the Queen, "Kakkarot…you must refrain from saying such things." She scolded.

"Oh stop trying to be so noble, Lady Briefs. Remember who you are here at court." He said harshly to her.

Bulma knew he was pointing out the fact she was a mistress to the King, which most likely was an even bigger slap in the face than a petty name.

"I know exactly who I am, thank you very much." She snapped and poked him in the chest, which caused him to immediately grip her wrist and pull her close.

"Stop being childish, you knew the consequences of becoming what you have become. Now, if you wish us to treat you like a grown woman you had better start acting like an adult and take reasonability for your actions. This wouldn't have happened if you would have never flaunted yourself to his Majesty." Kakkarot growled feeling a twist of jealousy churn in his gut.

"Why are you acting like this to me? You are speaking to me with such hatred in your voice, why?" Bulma yanked her wrist away from him, looking him in the eyes.

"Damn it, can't you see I care for you? I love you more than I have ever loved another woman. You are beautiful, witty, and kind. I have dreamed of the day in which you finally see me as something more than a friend." He gripped her hands, cupping them tightly within his.

"Kakkarot, please stop this. You don't know what you are saying. You are I are just good friends. Why are you bringing this up now?" Bulma looked upon him with pure confusion.

"I have been putting it off for months, Bulma. I felt like it needed to come out, along with me telling you to keep your chin up. I know you do not love me. I just hope you can learn to once the King…well…" his voice trailed off.

Bulma wrinkled her nose and turned away from him, ripping her hands from his grasp, "I will never be yours Kakkarot. I have given everything to the King. I have to follow my heart…no matter where it takes me." She admitted.

"You are foolish, but do please keep in mind that I shall always be here for you." He stormed from the room, leaving her bed chamber doors wide open.

Elisabeth walked in slowly, "He told you finally?" she asked.

"I guess so." The blue haired woman said calmly.

"I am glad. He had been working up the courage to tell you for months. You are all he sees, Bulma." she said as she sat at the edge of Bulma's bed.

The young girl lifted her blue gaze from the floor boards and glanced over her shoulder, "I feel awful for dismissing him as I did, but I cannot pretend to care for him in that way, Elisabeth. Is that wrong of me?" she asked her friend.

"No, no it was for the best I feel. If you fuel his emotions, it will only hurt him more in the end. Hopefully he will move on and find someone to return his feelings. He is a passionate man." Elisabeth smiled coyly.

Bulma returned the soft smile, "I know he is, but I fear our friendship is once again at a standstill." She gripped her hands into tiny fists.

"No, I do not think so. He will need some alone time, but it shall pass." She stood and walked up to embrace her friend tightly, "As for the Queen. Keep your head high, for the only reason she is acting out is because she feels you are a threat, which you are. I think you have gained his Majesties heart, which she had tried for many years to obtain."

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A couple grueling days went by after her painfully embarrassing moments with the despicable woman she called her Queen. The skies of England grew overcast with large cumulonimbus clouds, which were tinted black and grey. They brought heavy rain, loud thunder, and bright streaks of lightning.

Man laughed loudly as she entered a hall, where her father played a game of cards. He had taken up gambling since he had his allowance raised. This would be the death of her mother if she were to find out. Bulma placed her hands on her hips as she approached, but she stalled seeing the King enter the hall, with a wide grin upon his face and a velvet pouch of money in his hand. So this was why her father was becoming a money fiend. She had found her culprit. She skidded to a halt and turned on her heel to exit the room.

"Ah, Lady Briefs I am so glad to see your refreshing face. A beauty like you should always be around for our enjoyment, come." Vegeta's forceful voice pierced her ears, causing her to tighten up.

She glanced over her shoulder and raised a brow, "Oh I am about to check up on my mother. I heard she was not feeling well." Bulma quickly made up an excuse to leave his sight.

She was still rather upset with him after finding out she was not his only 'game', for he had fun toying with young beautiful woman.

King Vegeta's eyes darkened seeing her shoot him a fiery glare. He slowly made his way toward her and opened his palm, willing her to take it. Bulma's brightly blue eyes shifted to the large open palm, and then looked up to meet those intensely darkened pits.

"I have not seen much of you, I wish to speak to you." He said as his allowed his lips to brush her ear, causing her whole body to erupt in shivers.

"I have been a busy woman, your Majesty." She stated boldly as she placed her hand in his.

Vegeta's palm squeezed tightly, as he yanked her closer, "Come with me…" his nostrils flared with agitation.

Bulma's father looked upon her with a look of distress. She had never seen him this angry, nor had she ever had him cause her pain. Bulma winced feeling his thick fingers gripping even tighter on her small hands, causing them to turn a shade of purple.

"Your Majesty you are hurting me…" she gasped and yanked free as they arrived near an empty corridor.

"Good…" he growled and shoved her body hard against the cool stones of the wall. Their bodies were hidden within a small alcove, shaded with darkness to hide their bodies, "Why have you been avoiding me. I saw you try to walk out as I arrived. What have I done to displease you this much?" his rage filled eyes scanned over her beautiful face as his hand gripped her chin, forcing her to keep eye contact with him.

"I-I…" she stammered, trying hard to find her words.

"Well?" he asked, no almost demanded.

"You lied to me. I feel like a fool." Bulma felt her soft lower lip tremble as she was racked with the same emotion she had when she discovered his lies.

"I have not lied to you, woman. What nonsense is this?" he released her chin, trailing his hand down to rest upon her hip.

"You have taken mistresses before me. I know this because I have just recently found out that my good friend Elisabeth Williams, now known as Monty, had sexual relations with non-other than the King." She spoke clearly and her voice oozed with pure hatred, "I feel like a fool for allowing myself to love you and give you my maidenhead, which should have been for my husband." She looked down as she spoke softly.

Vegeta's dark eyes softened as he reached up to brush his thumb over her beautifully trembling lip, "Woman, I have never taken a mistress. I have been with other women, but never have I felt this way about another. You are mine. You are my woman, and you shall never be cast aside. Do you hear me?" he cupped her face and hungrily pressed his lips to hers, sheathing his tongue within her mouth.

"I love when you say that to me, gods I love you…" she whispered breathlessly against his mouth.

Bulma moaned and hopped up, wrapping her legs tightly around the King's waist. Vegeta's rough hands immediately lifted her skirts and ran along the underside of her perfectly rounded bottom. His britches were quickly unlaced and he was penetrating immediately, taking her against that cool wall. The erotic sounds of their love making filled the empty corridor. His hands clenched her thighs, bouncing her over his passion, allowing her to take him completely with in her prefect womanly sheath. He slid to the ground as they erupted together as one in a mind blowing climax that rocked both their bodies. They needed that moment of passion. Bulma needed to know he loved her deeply, and he showed her. Bulma collapsed against his heaving chest.

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She was taken back to his room that night. He had his way with her all night, parting her thighs and burying himself to the hilt in her warmth. They were up till the wee hours of the morning, conversing and drinking wine, along with snacking on fruits and assortments of cheese. He had even presented her with an emerald ring, which sparkled brilliantly underneath the soft glow of the candle light.

Bulma lay in his arms awake, just to hear the softness of his breath and the strong heart beat in his chest. She was lucky, but then again she wasn't allowing the little thing called reality to sink completely into her brain. When she was with him it seemed she forgot about all the terrible things that could happen to their relationship if she didn't watch out. She knew she was the enemy of the Queen, as long as she was married to the King. Bulma of course didn't want to interfere with that relationship. She didn't want to tear apart what she knew was already created and agreed upon for many years by the Pope himself.

Finally after a good hour of lying upon the King's strong chest, Bulma allowed her body to be completely taken by sleep. She drifted away relaxing in the arms of her lover. Of course the blissful sleep seemed like a brief moment. Like she had closed her eyes and was woken. The King had left his bed chamber, which Bulma assumed it was because he was away on royal business. Plus Bulma knew that he hated to waste a minute of his day. He was a productive man, and there was nothing stopping him from living life to the fullest. She completely admired him for that.

The blue haired goddess slowly arched her back, feeling the delicious throbbing between her thighs caused by their romp the night before. It had been a week since she had been with him, and the amount of times he had her the night before caused this soreness between her thighs. Bulma lifted her arms up and over her head as she stretched the muscles in her back and her long lean legs.

Her eyes slowly opened, but were lidded. She rubbed the corners of her eyes and blinked trying to get past that beginning of the morning blurriness, which never failed to show up in her vision each morning. As she began to awaken she could help but frown as she felt a dull ache in her belly. Bile began to rise in her throat, causing a sour taste in her mouth. She rolled on her belly and curled into a small ball, placing a hand upon her belly.

"Miss, are ye up?" a woman asked, pushing aside the sheer drapery that separated the sitting room from the luxurious bed chamber.

"I am up, yes." Bulma said into the pillow, pursing her lips tightly feeling the overwhelming sensation to vomit, which felt like it was rising up her esophagus.

"I have your dress. The King told me to attend you when you awoke. I believe it is a new dress, my goodness Miss, it tis quite lovely. Ye shall look stunning and most likely will cause every man's jaw to drop and all the women to fill with jealously." She sighed and lifted it up, straightening the fabric.

"Yes, thank you." She moaned softly and shook her head, "Please let it not be the sweat…" she whimpered feeling the dull ache grow causing her to flip her legs from the bed and cover her mouth.

"Miss…are ye alright?" her attendant asked, setting down the dress and hurried to her side.

Bulma's panicking eyes shifted to the chamber pot, which was thankfully clean and not filled with urine. She gripped the edges and the acidic contents of her belly spewed from her lips and filled the pot. Her shoulder rolled as her stomach lurched and heaved heavily. She whimpered and blinked back tears, which filled her eyes. Her vision had blurred, but she was still able to set down the pot long enough to get a grip and slowly rose from the floor. Her legs were as wobbly as a new born foal.

"Oh goodness, miss are ye going to be alright?" she asked in a thick accent, what was it Irish?

Bulma ran a hand over her lips, wiping the saliva from her lower lip. A wave of dizziness hit her hard, which caused her to sit back upon the soft bed, "I don't know…I'm I dying?" she glanced up placing a hand on her chest.

"May I make a small suggestion?" the woman asked raising a hand and offering her a large grin, which showed off the gap between her two front teeth.

Bulma swallowed feeling her throat had become uncomfortably dry, "What is this suggestion? The sweat?" she felt another small wave of nausea hit her.

"Oh heavens no, miss. What I think is ye are with child. How long had it been since ye bleed?" her lady leaned down to collect her up and dragged her to a basin of water, dampening a cloth and blotting it over her forehead.

Bulma's features quickly paled knowing all too well what that meant. The King would be furious when he found out she carried a royal bastard. She couldn't tell him just yet…who knows she might not be with child. Another wave of dizziness hit her hard, is if her body was telling her differently.

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End of chapter seven. I hope you enjoyed, and I am sorry for how short it is.

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