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She walked into the room, fully dressed in a sparking blue gown that draws the attention of more than one of her kind. Usually, Saiyan women tend to wear plain dresses because such things are not favored in their society though the males of the race love the way the females look in them. The music slowed to a stop as the room focuses on the new comer, and that was exactly what she was, a new comer, never seen before and never heard of, especially someone wearing such a beautiful gown. Usually the women in the room would have scowled in distaste of such a garment and ignored her but the dress was beautiful. No arms or straps to hold the thing in place only her bust and what a bust. The dress flowed downward, pooling at her feet as it hugged her thighs but widened at her legs, set in place for her to move her legs widely. A sparking, see through sash thrown over her arms and flowing down her bare back. Her hands and forearm covered in the same dark blue cloth as her dress, almost black, like the night sky.
She fixed her glasses, the tinted small frame showing that she had intelligence and was a fighter at that. She took them off and they disappeared into the air as if they were not there to begin with. She then walked gracefully toward the table of royalty, the ladies and lords posted in their regular spots. She bowed her head at the ladies and lords still not speaking and looked up for a moment then looking back down as they nodded to her. However, they missed her calculating eyes as she identified each one by name and face. She rose and moved toward the prince, who was currently watching her every move and noticed the things the others had not.
"My prince," she whispered, only audible to the prince, the king and his queen. She curtsied by lifting her dress and bending her knees in a crossed position gracefully, she then looked him in the eye, which few had dared to do, but only for a fraction of a second before she rose and bowed to her king and queen. Not looking at them at all for she had caught them in her looking at the prince. "My King and My Queen."
"Who are you?" The king asked as he looked down on her from his high perch, "this is a private party and we do not like uninvited company."
"Melydia, I was told to attend by my father, Lord Lynden. He told me to come in his place, your highness. I came as a wish from him, if I am a bother a will leave," she told him, cocking her head to the side to listen to the King, looking down and in the same position as she was before, not moving in the slightest way.
"Oh, so you're the daughter that he speaks of so often, I would think you'd be on another mission by now," the King told her and she rose her head bowed in respect as he and the rest of the room laughed lightly, the music returning to that of normal, "I would have thought you more butch than you are now." She tilted her head up to glance at him for any sign of disapproval before looking straight into his eyes.
"I get that a lot, father tells me the same thing, he said I must get my looks from him because mother would never look as pretty as me, I don't see why he would say such things though," she giggled, speaking to the King as if he were her new best friend. He glared at her in warning for a moment before smirking his well-known smirk at her.
"Well, I would have to agree with him then, now," he replied to the joke, "join us, we were just about to have supper and we would love the company of a fellow Saiyans daughter." She smiled and took a seat next to the prince, where the King had pointed for her to sit.
"Hello, you must be The-Great-Prince-Vegeta, it's nice to meet you your highness," she told him bowing her head as she spoke not looking him in the eyes; the prince snorted indifferently though that is far from how he felt. The girl that had to be about his age had an air about her that didn't seem right, as if she wasn't suppose to be. He shrugged the thought off, knowing his father this would probably be his mate and there was nothing worse than to have a mate chosen for you, he'd have to make this one less appealing.
His father announced that it was time for them to 'dig-in' and the Saiyan Prince took that as the opportunity to strike, seeing as everyone was to busy stuffing their faces. He knocked the sauce over 'by-mistake', the goop aiming for her sparking dress.
"Be careful, your highness," she told him calmly, the sauce magically appearing in the center of the table, "don't want to make these nice people's jobs any harder." He fumed slightly and reached for the chicken that was next to her. She gasped when he grabbed her tail that had been wrapped around her waste, by mistake, honestly this time. "Sire, would you mind taking her hand off of my tail, please," she hissed as pain shot up her spine; the fury appendage that had been under her dress wiggling in the tight grip as the prince froze and looked at her in shock. He let go immediately and his mouth opened to utter an apology, it was just cruel to grab one's tail in such a harsh manner.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. The entire table stopped and turned to him; did the prince just say he was .sorry?
"It's alright, sir, it's not your fault at all, would you like to go for a walk after this lovely meal?" She asked him, loudly so he was sure that she was just trying to reassure his mother and father rather than himself. They had completed their meal in relative silence, as all Saiyans did because they usually ate the time they were at the table.
"It's a nice half moon tonight, isn't it your highness?" she asked as she walked behind her prince one foot.
"Hn," he responded.
"I do have something I want to show you tonight, sire, it's about who I am, I noticed you and I hope you notice me. do you?" She asked him almost desperately. He stared at her for a moment jaw hanging open as he remembered why the hell she was so damn familiar in the first place.
"Melydia as in Melydia of my dreams?" He asked dumbfounded. She smirked at him and her dress disappeared being replaced by a tank top and tight blue sparkling pants the two articles of clothing matching.
"I thought you'd forget about me, I've been occupying the dreams of another for a while and I had to see my little prince who obviously isn't little anymore, though I have to be eye to eye with you.
"You are not, I'm taller," Vegeta snorted, folding his arms after getting over the initial shock. She stood should to shoulder with him to prove him wrong and fumed when he was taller at least by an inch.
"Fine, but you're only taller because you're growing, 100 years from now when you've grown out of your prime we'll see who's taller!" She shouted at him, drawling the attention from inside the castle.
"Whatever, excuses, excuses," he teased she 'humph'ed and folded her arms over her chest as well the way they stood and looked matching each other perfectly.
"So, I didn't come by just for an overview and an argument with you, I need a favor," she told him as she turned her back to him.
"So, the almighty Lydia needs help, I'm not sure if I should do so, after all, you need no one remember?" He told her, walking away with his nose held high.
"No, wait," she pleaded grasping his shoulder as he walked away he stopped and turned to her slightly, "ok, I do need help, but just this once and I plan on replaying you."
"Ok," he sighed, turning to her in defeat, he really hated fighting with Melydia she always found someway to win, "what do you want?"
"Yes? Yes," she exclaimed doing a little victory dance before becoming serious all of a sudden, "I just need you to take in a servant, that's all, and no more." The prince raised a graceful eyebrow at her.
"What do you mean take a servant, as in a.personal servant?" He trailed off suggestively and she started to giggle nervously a light tint of pink spreading over her cheeks.
"No, no, nothing like that, just a servant, that serves you and maybe your family but no one else, that's all I want," she told him innocently.
"And this.person, who are they?" He asked looking at her suspiciously.
"Actually, he's a third class warrior, his name is Goku," she told him smiling brightly.
"Goku? That's not a Saiyan-jinn name."
"Oh, no it's not, but I like the name Goku, his real name is somewhere along the lines of Kakarotrht. or something like that."
"Whatever, but I expect to be paid in full for this and I want to see you tonight," he snorted, walking away toward the party with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Oh, you'll be paid, Prince Vegeta, you will, you and Goku," she smiled secretively then disappeared, her departure not noticed by the few people that were out of the castle as the party continued on the inside.
"Melydia?" Vegeta asked looking through the haze of his dream world at the swirling figure of his best friend.
"Hi Vegeta, I forgot how good it feels to be in here," she told him, running up to her friend and giving him a huge hug.
"So, what's up Lydie?" he asked as he imagined a bench then sat on it.
"Nothing, I just really like this guy, Goku, he's just so.wow." she said dreamily. Vegeta scowled becoming the possessive person that he usually was whenever Lydia started to talk about her other dream visits.
"What's with him, he have a second dick or something?" he asked rudely as she took a seat next to him. She punched his arm playfully.
"No, I don't like him like that, I'll have to stop coming here if you're getting that mature, wouldn't want to walk in on one of your special dreams now would I?" she smirked, he rubbed his arm with a frown pretending like it had hurt.
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Well that's it, I hope you like it, I need at least one review to add the next chapter and two for the next one and so on and so forth. well, I hope you liked this, one to chapter two.well after I review.
Warning: YAOI, HEHEHEHEHE
A:N/ I know you're tired of my stories but get over it and review
She walked into the room, fully dressed in a sparking blue gown that draws the attention of more than one of her kind. Usually, Saiyan women tend to wear plain dresses because such things are not favored in their society though the males of the race love the way the females look in them. The music slowed to a stop as the room focuses on the new comer, and that was exactly what she was, a new comer, never seen before and never heard of, especially someone wearing such a beautiful gown. Usually the women in the room would have scowled in distaste of such a garment and ignored her but the dress was beautiful. No arms or straps to hold the thing in place only her bust and what a bust. The dress flowed downward, pooling at her feet as it hugged her thighs but widened at her legs, set in place for her to move her legs widely. A sparking, see through sash thrown over her arms and flowing down her bare back. Her hands and forearm covered in the same dark blue cloth as her dress, almost black, like the night sky.
She fixed her glasses, the tinted small frame showing that she had intelligence and was a fighter at that. She took them off and they disappeared into the air as if they were not there to begin with. She then walked gracefully toward the table of royalty, the ladies and lords posted in their regular spots. She bowed her head at the ladies and lords still not speaking and looked up for a moment then looking back down as they nodded to her. However, they missed her calculating eyes as she identified each one by name and face. She rose and moved toward the prince, who was currently watching her every move and noticed the things the others had not.
"My prince," she whispered, only audible to the prince, the king and his queen. She curtsied by lifting her dress and bending her knees in a crossed position gracefully, she then looked him in the eye, which few had dared to do, but only for a fraction of a second before she rose and bowed to her king and queen. Not looking at them at all for she had caught them in her looking at the prince. "My King and My Queen."
"Who are you?" The king asked as he looked down on her from his high perch, "this is a private party and we do not like uninvited company."
"Melydia, I was told to attend by my father, Lord Lynden. He told me to come in his place, your highness. I came as a wish from him, if I am a bother a will leave," she told him, cocking her head to the side to listen to the King, looking down and in the same position as she was before, not moving in the slightest way.
"Oh, so you're the daughter that he speaks of so often, I would think you'd be on another mission by now," the King told her and she rose her head bowed in respect as he and the rest of the room laughed lightly, the music returning to that of normal, "I would have thought you more butch than you are now." She tilted her head up to glance at him for any sign of disapproval before looking straight into his eyes.
"I get that a lot, father tells me the same thing, he said I must get my looks from him because mother would never look as pretty as me, I don't see why he would say such things though," she giggled, speaking to the King as if he were her new best friend. He glared at her in warning for a moment before smirking his well-known smirk at her.
"Well, I would have to agree with him then, now," he replied to the joke, "join us, we were just about to have supper and we would love the company of a fellow Saiyans daughter." She smiled and took a seat next to the prince, where the King had pointed for her to sit.
"Hello, you must be The-Great-Prince-Vegeta, it's nice to meet you your highness," she told him bowing her head as she spoke not looking him in the eyes; the prince snorted indifferently though that is far from how he felt. The girl that had to be about his age had an air about her that didn't seem right, as if she wasn't suppose to be. He shrugged the thought off, knowing his father this would probably be his mate and there was nothing worse than to have a mate chosen for you, he'd have to make this one less appealing.
His father announced that it was time for them to 'dig-in' and the Saiyan Prince took that as the opportunity to strike, seeing as everyone was to busy stuffing their faces. He knocked the sauce over 'by-mistake', the goop aiming for her sparking dress.
"Be careful, your highness," she told him calmly, the sauce magically appearing in the center of the table, "don't want to make these nice people's jobs any harder." He fumed slightly and reached for the chicken that was next to her. She gasped when he grabbed her tail that had been wrapped around her waste, by mistake, honestly this time. "Sire, would you mind taking her hand off of my tail, please," she hissed as pain shot up her spine; the fury appendage that had been under her dress wiggling in the tight grip as the prince froze and looked at her in shock. He let go immediately and his mouth opened to utter an apology, it was just cruel to grab one's tail in such a harsh manner.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. The entire table stopped and turned to him; did the prince just say he was .sorry?
"It's alright, sir, it's not your fault at all, would you like to go for a walk after this lovely meal?" She asked him, loudly so he was sure that she was just trying to reassure his mother and father rather than himself. They had completed their meal in relative silence, as all Saiyans did because they usually ate the time they were at the table.
"It's a nice half moon tonight, isn't it your highness?" she asked as she walked behind her prince one foot.
"Hn," he responded.
"I do have something I want to show you tonight, sire, it's about who I am, I noticed you and I hope you notice me. do you?" She asked him almost desperately. He stared at her for a moment jaw hanging open as he remembered why the hell she was so damn familiar in the first place.
"Melydia as in Melydia of my dreams?" He asked dumbfounded. She smirked at him and her dress disappeared being replaced by a tank top and tight blue sparkling pants the two articles of clothing matching.
"I thought you'd forget about me, I've been occupying the dreams of another for a while and I had to see my little prince who obviously isn't little anymore, though I have to be eye to eye with you.
"You are not, I'm taller," Vegeta snorted, folding his arms after getting over the initial shock. She stood should to shoulder with him to prove him wrong and fumed when he was taller at least by an inch.
"Fine, but you're only taller because you're growing, 100 years from now when you've grown out of your prime we'll see who's taller!" She shouted at him, drawling the attention from inside the castle.
"Whatever, excuses, excuses," he teased she 'humph'ed and folded her arms over her chest as well the way they stood and looked matching each other perfectly.
"So, I didn't come by just for an overview and an argument with you, I need a favor," she told him as she turned her back to him.
"So, the almighty Lydia needs help, I'm not sure if I should do so, after all, you need no one remember?" He told her, walking away with his nose held high.
"No, wait," she pleaded grasping his shoulder as he walked away he stopped and turned to her slightly, "ok, I do need help, but just this once and I plan on replaying you."
"Ok," he sighed, turning to her in defeat, he really hated fighting with Melydia she always found someway to win, "what do you want?"
"Yes? Yes," she exclaimed doing a little victory dance before becoming serious all of a sudden, "I just need you to take in a servant, that's all, and no more." The prince raised a graceful eyebrow at her.
"What do you mean take a servant, as in a.personal servant?" He trailed off suggestively and she started to giggle nervously a light tint of pink spreading over her cheeks.
"No, no, nothing like that, just a servant, that serves you and maybe your family but no one else, that's all I want," she told him innocently.
"And this.person, who are they?" He asked looking at her suspiciously.
"Actually, he's a third class warrior, his name is Goku," she told him smiling brightly.
"Goku? That's not a Saiyan-jinn name."
"Oh, no it's not, but I like the name Goku, his real name is somewhere along the lines of Kakarotrht. or something like that."
"Whatever, but I expect to be paid in full for this and I want to see you tonight," he snorted, walking away toward the party with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Oh, you'll be paid, Prince Vegeta, you will, you and Goku," she smiled secretively then disappeared, her departure not noticed by the few people that were out of the castle as the party continued on the inside.
"Melydia?" Vegeta asked looking through the haze of his dream world at the swirling figure of his best friend.
"Hi Vegeta, I forgot how good it feels to be in here," she told him, running up to her friend and giving him a huge hug.
"So, what's up Lydie?" he asked as he imagined a bench then sat on it.
"Nothing, I just really like this guy, Goku, he's just so.wow." she said dreamily. Vegeta scowled becoming the possessive person that he usually was whenever Lydia started to talk about her other dream visits.
"What's with him, he have a second dick or something?" he asked rudely as she took a seat next to him. She punched his arm playfully.
"No, I don't like him like that, I'll have to stop coming here if you're getting that mature, wouldn't want to walk in on one of your special dreams now would I?" she smirked, he rubbed his arm with a frown pretending like it had hurt.
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Well that's it, I hope you like it, I need at least one review to add the next chapter and two for the next one and so on and so forth. well, I hope you liked this, one to chapter two.well after I review.