Well, here we are. Chapter One, Book 2. For those of us that are just now joining us, who hasn't read Book 1... I suggest you go back and read it. Things may seem a little confusing if you haven't. For those of you that have already read it... WELCOME BACK! You all know that most of my chapters for DL Book 1, are much longer than this chapter. Trust me, they'll be longer. =)
I must thank AylaWilson16 for being my personal muse. Honestly, she has helped me out immensely with this series.
And thank you to WithoutWingsX for beta'ing =)
Please make sure to read the authors note at the end of this chapter. As always, this fic is rated M, for dark themes, language and adult themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or it's characters. I do, however, own this story.
Vegeta sat on the edge of the large bed, his feet on the plush carpet and his elbow resting on his knees.
He glanced at the digital clock and groaned inwardly when he saw what time it was...
The Sayian dipped his head and ran both hands through his thick hair, and contemplated on if he should attempt to try and get some sleep or just get up and train.
A small whimper pulled him from his thoughts. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his blue haired mate had shifted in her sleep, her long tresses framing her face and shoulders making her look like an exotic blue angel... his angel. One arm lay above her head and the other lay gently atop her growing belly.
It had taken him a while to get used to the fact that he was going to be a father. The news came out of nowhere and the way he found out about his impending fatherhood wasn't an ideal way of finding out either.
The memory forever engraved in his mind of Frieza threatening her and his cub if she didn't tell him who her mate was...That was the worst feeling in the entire universe.
Still looking over at her, Vegeta could tell she was uncomfortable, even in her sleep. She was only six months along, but their cub was already showing signs of being a strong one, and he let his mother know it. The child was very active and seemed to be more so during the early hours of the morning, making it difficult for both his mother and father to sleep.
Bulma, for the most part, would sleep through their child's calisthenics. Vegeta on the other hand, being hypersensitive to his mate and child, would be woken by its ki. He even had fallen victim to one of its kicks in the middle of the night. It didn't hurt him; it just surprised the hell out of him.
Tonight was one of those nights. The brat had been active for thirty minutes now and was making it difficult for Vegeta to fall back asleep... that and the nightmare.
The Prince stealthily lifted off of the bed and grabbed a pair of running shoes Bulma had bought him a few months back. He slipped them on and headed towards the balcony of their room, and jumped off, landing in the soft sand soundlessly.
He noted how humid it was as he started jogging down the beach, heading to the 'tourist' side of the island. He was happy it was too early for people to be out, otherwise he'd have a gaggle of girls trying to chase after him... especially since he only had a pair of loose fitting training shorts and running shoes on.
As he gained speed Vegeta thought about the nightmare that was haunting him again. Ever since he killed Frieza, the dreams ceased. But they started up again a month ago.
Nothing changed about it. It was the same one of his father ripping him out of his mother's arms.
Bulma thought that it was his subconscious trying to tell him something, as did he. But what could it be?
He and Bulma's mansion came into view as he paced himself, finishing the last mile of his run.
After the two of them took care of Yamcha and Dory, they attempted to find Deryln Perts and his wife, but were unsuccessful. So, Vegeta decided that the two of them would live there... after all, Bulma did say she wanted to live in a place just like it when they first met. And who was he to deny her something like that? Especially when the owners were nowhere to be found...
As he neared the private beach, his regular scowl turned into a deep frown, sensing two familiar ki's. He shook his head and picked up his pace.
Bulma lay in one of the reclining chairs in the sand, looking up at the stars. Both hands rubbing each side of her stomach as she hummed quietly.
She turned her head slightly. Vegeta stood beside her, looking down at her with his arms crossed over his bare chest, giving her a look of disapproval.
"You know I don't like you out here by yourself... especially at night." He sat on his haunches next to her and brushed back a lock of blue hair from her face.
"I know." She said quietly. "I couldn't get comfortable. So I got up and walked around for a while, trying to calm the baby down. When that didn't work I came out here to wait for you to come back from running." Her eyes drooped sleepily as she looked over to him.
He looked down at her belly, concentrating on his cub's ki. It was starting to calm down now, finally giving his mother a break. He looked back up to Bulma to tell her she should go back to bed, but she was already asleep.
Vegeta looked back at her belly and scowled. "You need to take it easy on her. She's only human you little runt." He narrowed his eyes on his cub's temporary home and then scooped up his mate, taking her back to their room.
The next morning
Bulma smiled at the fruit vendor as the woman handed her the purchases.
"Thank you." The blue haired woman said as she slung the bag full of melons and other fruits over her shoulder.
"You're welcome, Miss Bulma." The magenta skin colored woman answered, giving her a friendly smile.
Bulma continued down the open aired market place. Ever since she and Vegeta made Utopia their home, she had visited the outdoor market at least once a week. Stocking up on the delicious fruits, vegetables and of course meat (Vegeta's favorite).
She looked down at her watch. Seeing that it was close to noon, she decided that she should head home. Vegeta was expecting to be back soon from his daily training session in the jungle. Bulma left the market place and headed in the direction of home.
If Vegeta knew she was walking home, he'd have a coronary. It wasn't a long walk home, only thirty minutes anyhow, plus she needed the exercise. He had loosened up a little after the whole Frieza ordeal. He was still over protective, but he was starting to ease up as the months went on. He no longer followed her to the bathroom or wherever else she went. He was constantly shadowing her...wherever she went, he went.
If they were out in public and someone had looked at her the wrong way, he'd practically tear their faces off. One time, to Bulma's udder embarrassment, a friendly old woman tried to touch her pregnant stomach. Vegeta growled at her like a wild animal and proceeded to tell her to back the fuck off or he'd break her head off of her neck and use it as a paperweight.
It was safe to say, Bulma was feared from then on.
But, since things were calm, he allowed her to have some space... kind of. He just recently started to let her go to the market by herself while he was training. But she had to check in with him via scouter every thirty minutes.
She waved to the familiar vacationers that lounged on the beach. Some knew who she was, some were clueless.
The one's, who knew who she was, opted to stay clear of her. Knowing she was the mate of the banished prince of Saiyans, who, as rumor had it, may or may not have killed Lord Frieza of the Cold Empire made people a little skittish. Especially knowing how aggressively protective Saiyan's were over their mates. People opted to respectively wave from a safe distance. The other's who had no clue who she was, would strike up conversation with her, blissfully unaware of the danger they were putting themselves in.
As she neared the pillar that sectioned off the 'public beach' from their private beach, a feeling of aggravation struck her. She rolled her eyes and continued on. Vegeta was home, and surprise, surprise he was aggravated.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught something moving in the brush. It wasn't an animal, she was sure of it. She kept calm, and continued to the nearest entrance to the house. Knowing Vegeta was home she knew she was safe, and if whoever that was hiding in brush meant her harm, they'd meet the wrath of her Saiyan Prince.
Keeping her eyes forward, she quickened her pace all the while keeping tabs at the presence that was stalking her at the edge of the brush that lined the side of her home. She reached the side door and entered, closing the door and locking it behind her.
"Vegeta?" She called out, turning around to look back out the window. Seeing nothing out there, she walked into the living room area and yelped as Vegeta fazed in front of her. "What the hell, Vegeta. Are you trying to throw me into premature labor?"
Bulma looked up, and quickly quieted. Her mate's face was deadly serious and he looked around him as if he was hunting something.
"We're surrounded." He said in a rough whisper. He grabbed hold of her upper arm and yanked her closer to him protectively.
"I thought I saw something following me... what do they want? Who are they?"
Vegeta sniffed the air and growled. He scooped her up and headed towards the kitchen, but halted. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on end and he couldn't help the low predatory rumble that reverberated from his chest. His lip curled upward, baring his sharp canines as he gripped Bulma tight.
"Where do you think you're going?" Came a voice from behind.
Bulma tensed, hearing the deep voice of a male coming from behind her mate. The prince slowly and carefully put her down and turned around, making sure to keep his protective grip around her arm.
A tall man, that looked almost identical to Bardock, stood just a few feet in front of them. His hair was a touch longer than their friend and looked to be a little bit younger than he as well. He was dressed is Saiyan armor, as was the two very large and burly Saiyans that appeared out of nowhere, flanking the Bardock look-a-like.
Vegeta stood there, his teeth still bared at the tall Saiyan. The muscle that lined his jaw throbbed as she clenched his teeth together.
"What makes you think you can just walk into my home?" Vegeta spat.
The man smiled. "Now, now. No need to start off on the wrong foot. My name is Turles. I am one of the highest commanding officers in the Saiyan army. I do believe you know my brother, Bardock."
Vegeta continued to stare at him, his body rigid, ready to strike if any one of them dared make a move on him or his woman.
"It's an honor to meet you finally, Prince Vegeta." Turles said, inclining his head in slight respect. He then leaned to the side, trying to get a better look at the blue haired woman. Bulma was peeking out from the side of Vegeta's muscular arm to get a better look at the intruders.
"And you," Turles said, making eye contact with her. "Am I to assume you are Vegeta's mate?"
The prince shifted and shoved Bulma back and growled at Turles. "You haven't answered my question." Vegeta bit out.
Turles straightened. "I am here on behalf of your father-"
Vegeta brought his hand up, stopping Turles mid sentence. "Stop right there. I don't give a rats ass what that piece of shit has to say to me."
The three saiyans visibly flinched at Vegeta's words towards their king.
"You dare speak of our king that way?" Turles barked.
Vegeta smirked. "Yes I do. So, now that we've got that cleared up, get the fuck out of my house."
Turles narrowed his eyes on Vegeta. "I'm afraid I can't do that until I tell you why I'm here. Let's not do anything that will risk the lives of your mate and your cub." He raised an eyebrow at the prince and looked at Bulma. "What do you say, Prince?"
Vegeta stuck his nose up at him. Obviously, the dumb ass didn't know of Vegeta's ascension. He could rip the three men apart before the other five that were 'hiding' in other parts of the home came to help their Saiyan counterparts out. "Speak, quickly before I lose my temper."
The Saiyan smirked slightly at him. Even though the King had banished him at such a young age, Vegeta still acted like a royal. "The King, your father," He paused, giving the prince a disapproving glare when he let out a 'PFT!'. He continued. "requests your presence on Planet Vegetasei."
Vegeta scoffed. "Great. You have delivered your message. Now get the fuck out." Vegeta pointed towards the door.
"You and your mate have three months to get to Vegetasei. For every day that you are not there after your three months is up, King Vegeta will destroy a planet in which you and your rebel army has worked so hard to restore order on. Starting with Namek. And seeing as it will take you up to two months to get there, I suggest you make your mind up quickly."
Bulma's eyes widened. Ever since Frieza's death, Bardock had made it a point to relocate the people of the purged planets they were able to save from Frieza's army back to their respective planets. He had even sent pods of rebel soldiers to live at said planets for protection. To date, they were protecting fifty planets. And the numbers of planets in which they were restoring order grew weekly.
Vegeta chuckled darkly. "Like I give a shit what you do to those planets."
Bulma hissed at him and jabbed him as hard as she could in the ribs. She cared, she cared a lot. Especially about Namek. It's where Piccolo was from and currently was living, protecting his people.
He looked down at his mate disapprovingly.
Turles barked orders to his men, in his saiyan language, that it was time to go. He smiled at the prince and Bulma. Before he turned to leave he looked at Vegeta thoughtfully. "You look just like him. You even wear your hair the same way your father does." He chuckled. "Make sure you bring your mate along. The king would like to meet her." He motioned to his men to follow and exited the house.
Vegeta stood his ground until he felt every last Sayian leave the premises. Only then did he let go of Bulma.
"We should start packing." She said, heading towards their bedroom.
Bulma stopped and turned around as fast as her pregnant body would allow. "No?" She marched up to the prince, and poked his square in the chest. "NO? You listen here Vegeta, Prince of all Sayians, we will be going to your home planet. We will listen to what your wretched father wants from the both of us and we will prevent the crazed idiot from destroying planets that we worked so hard to protect, including the planet that my adoptive father is living on!"
He looked down at his over emotional mate, her cheeks red with anger and eyes largely dilated.
"Woman, you cannot expect me to allow you to go to planet Vegtasei, in which my father, who by the way, hand delivered me to the asshole lizard that made my life a living hell for ten years, resides!" As he spoke his voice grew louder until he was screaming at her. "Oh and by the way, you're pregnant, woman! This is obviously a fucking trap!"
Bulma narrowed her eyes at him, placing both hands on her hips. "Yes, I know I'm pregnant, jerk. And I'm not discussing this with you anymore." She took a deep intake of air and rubbed her belly. "Look. You are the strongest being in the universe. I highly doubt anyone's power can compare to yours." She took a step forward and placed both hands on his muscled chest. "There's no getting around this, Vegeta. Yes, this is a trap...obviously. But I see no other choice. Your father and his men know things about us. Why else would he threaten to destroy Namek first? If anything, you will just have to reclaim your throne a little earlier than expected."
Vegeta lowered his head, placing his forehead on top of her head. She made sense.
With a heavy sigh he nodded his head in agreement.
They immediately called Bardock and Piccolo to fill them in on their 'home invasion', and the four of them made sure Queen Alina was to remain close to Nappa and Raditz, who were acting as bodyguards for the queen now-a-days. Bardock and Piccolo upped security on base as well as the planets that were under their care.
They decided to leave in a week, giving them enough time to stock up a ship with necessary things like food, fuel, etc.
Once calls were made and plans were set, Bulma was ready for bed. She crawled into their oversized mattress and waited for Vegeta, who was in the bathroom.
Just as she was dozing off, the door to the bathroom opened with a loud thud. Bulma jumped slightly and rubbed her eyes as she looked at Vegeta. At first she thought her sleepy eyes were playing tricks on her.
Bulma shook her head not believing what she was seeing. She rubbed her eyes again and refocused on her mate.
The saiyan irritably ran his hand through his now, short head of hair. The flame like do was replaced with short spikes, making him look older than his age of twenty four, and in Bulma's opinion, even more sexy.
Beta'd by WithoutWingsX
If you guys read KimiruMai's fic; A Touch Of Legacy, I just wanted to let you know that I did not steal the scene of Vegeta cutting his hair from the latest chapter. I actually had the idea of my veggie cutting his hair for a while, she just beat me to it. =) I did message her just to see if it was ok to still put the scene in my fic, and she graciously gave me the OK. Also, for those of you who haven't had the chance to read that fic, please do so. It's witty, funny and freaking original. It is one of my favorites =)