DISCLAIMER: FIRST AND ONLY ONE! I DO NOT OWN DBZ! BUT I DID PUT SOME NAMES
IN THAT AREN'T ON THE SHOW SO I DON'T OWN THOSE EITHER...ok that's about it
for that.
A/N: This is my first long fic I guess. I write a lot but then I have to transfer and all this crap so just be patient with me. Please don't flame, I don't want to offend anyone, so if it does just don't review. If you like it, GREAT, I hope you review and I'll try to return your review with an email or something. Make sure if you want to be contacted to leave YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS! I will not try to search for you in any sort or fashion. If you have any questions about updates, the story, or me, email me at: LegolasLOTRarchr@aol.com or IM me at: SwftArchrLegolas. I'm usually online all the time so feel free to email or IM me. Well I know you're trying to get to the story so here we go!
TOURNAMENT FOR QUEEN
Bulma Briefs literally collapsed as she read the neatly folded letter in her now shaking right hand. She gracefully in one swift motion slapped her hand to her mouth hoping to muffle a scream, but with no avail. Her scream lifted up to her best friend's room causing her to wake in a start and rush downstairs wearing nothing but a pair of pink-stringed underwear and a large t-shirt that read, 'Call Your Boyfriend For Me.'. Her hair was tangled and all over the place making her look like she had just wrestled with a cat.
"What's the matter?!" She halfway yelled finally reaching her hopping friend.
"I GOT SELECTED!" Bulma cried jumping up and down from over-excitement.
"Selected? For what?" Chi-Chi asked still a little groggy. "It's 6am what can you get selected for, and why the hell are you up? You usually don't wake up till way passed luncheon." Chi-Chi had now already made her way to the kitchen that was connected to the large living room with Bulma following her like an obsessed dog. Chi-Chi made herself a glass of milk and took a gulp.
"I GOT SELECTED TO BECOME QUEEN!" Bulma yelled finally getting the point across. Suddenly milk went flying across the room out of Chi-Chi's mouth agape mouth. Her eyes bulged like a goldfish's.
"YOU GOT WHAT?! OH MY GOD!" Chi-Chi hugged her best friend in happiness and gratefulness that one of them could get them out of the mess they were all ready in. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?"
"We can finally pay for all our debts to this stupid planet!" Bulma said finally calming down. "*Sigh* But it doesn't matter..."
"Yes, it does! You--" Chi-Chi was cut off by an explaining Bulma.
"No, it doesn't. Chi-Chi, you and me are Earthlings and these others are, well, Saiyans and our strength compared to theirs is a bit off. Chi-Chi if my life depended on this I couldn't win it worth shit. I'm going up against 2 Saiyans, a Lyan (A/N: I made this up, they're very strong blond haired bimbos. I had to put it in sorry!), and a Karper (another one I made up, these are very athletic green skinned, purple haired type people)! I can't win against those odds! Besides I'll be in this competition for like 3 months! Even if I did come back alive, we wouldn't have money to pay the debts against us." Bulma explained sighing briefly every few minutes or so.
"So what? You get to stay in the palace, meet the royals, and live like a noble woman! So what if we can't pay our debts..." Chi-Chi said making Bulma gasp.
"I care about us and our future! If we don't pay those debts then we'll be killed! Those debts were given to us because we trusted too many so-called 'friends' and we taken advantage of. I will not become someone's whore to pay off some damn debt! I will go to this competition and try my best to win! If I know I can't win, maybe that will be my only chance to ask the King to relieve us of our debts and let us continue on with the life we still have! I wasn't given intelligence to throw it away now was I? There are supposedly 3 rounds: Intelligence, Beauty, and Strength. I know I can't win Strength, but maybe something I learned through all those years in gymnastics will pay off. I still have a chance in Beauty because maybe these others are too masculine to handle anything feminine. I have Intelligence nailed to me right now; I'll win that without a fact. Saiyans are possibly the stupidest creatures known to mankind about anything else but fighting. So I have chances, they're just not that large." Chi-Chi smiled.
"What if you win all of them? What if by some miracle they all die in one fight and you're the only one alive? What if you become Queen?" Chi-Chi asked liking where the conversation would lead Bulma.
"Then, hell, I'll remove our debts, you come live in the castle, and I'll be the best Queen ever!" Bulma said her mood perking up some more.
"So are you going to do it?" Chi-Chi asked once again.
"Hell yeah! I'm going to show them what a woman is about!" Bulma yelled slapping hands with her pal.
******Prince and King*******
"What do you mean a competition?! I will not let you choose my mate, FATHER!" Prince Vegeta, the young prince with the flame like hair, yelled making sure to emphasize the word 'Father'.
"You're too late, the invitations have already been sent out and you will not complain about this anymore! You will do what I say, when I say it, now do you understand?!" The King yelled back making his son glare back with an expression that clearly read 'I hate you, I wish you would just die, old man!' The King could tell what Vegeta was thinking. "No, I will not just die! I am still King!!" Vegeta grunted and left the room leaving his father to watch his retreating form sadly.
"Why does he have to be like this?" he asked no one in particular but someone unexpected happens to answer.
"Because that's the way that Princes are, Sire." a very large, medium height man with a subtle chin and long perked nose, said walking over to him from the darkness. His tail swished behind him like a cat's.
"What are you doing here, Ivan?" The King inquired.
"Oh just checking in, Your Highness. I see that you have set something up for our little Prince, eh?" Ivan asked. The King laughed.
"Our little Prince, ha! Neither of us will ever be able to handle that child! That's how he's going to be the Legendary. You just watch, he'll train himself to an end and he'll achieve it and be known throughout history as the first Legendary." The King said staring off into space as he admires a fake script with his son's name in scripted and the first Legendary beside it.
"I know that you have entered my daughter into your competition did you not?" Ivan asked interested into what he would say.
"Oh--why yes, I think that Cecile will make a great competitor for the others." The King said snapping out of his trance.
"Yes, she'll make an excellent Queen will she not?" Ivan questioned once again.
"No one said she would be Queen, Ivan." King Vegeta spoke getting up and walking to the door that lead to the huge hallway that was outside on one side and inside on the other. (A/N: There's no wall on the left, it's just stairs that lead outside and if you've ever played FF8 you know the hallway to the dorms, that's what it's like except only one side. Sorry if I confused you!)
"Well, the intention is that she will win the tournament she is the best at everything you speak of." Ivan replied in his daughter's defense. He struggled to catch up to the King who started to walk faster down the hall.
"It's takes more than strength to win this tournament. Now if you will excuse me, I have to tend to some personal plans for the tournament." King Vegeta finished and went into another room leaving Ivan to himself.
"Oh she'll win the tournament if it's the last thing I do!" Ivan stated quietly at the door and continued to walk swiftly down the hallway.
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Vegeta walked to the training area of the castle and chose a sparring partner. "Kakarotto! Get over here now!" he ordered and a rather tall young man with hair that spiked in all different directions. Goku flew over and stood in front of Vegeta.
"You rang, Vegeta?" Goku asked like a little boy who had watched too much of the Addam's Family. Goku chuckled and scratched the back of his head.
"Quit playing games you poor excuse for a Saiyan." the angry Prince yelled. Goku frowned.
"Hey I resent tha--" Goku was cut off by a blow to the stomach. (A/N: Yes ya'll in my story Vegeta is stronger than Goku! Ha! If you like Goku being stronger just watch the t.v. show!) They soon found themselves entangled in a mess of a sparring fight.
*Damn father! He's knows nothing of what I want! I do not want some harpy to cling onto me! I want to train and achieve the Legendary...of course I would need an heir. Oh well! That's not the point! I don't want a mate! They're loud and annoying and can't do anything but produce a fucking heir! At least I would want one that can reason for herself!* Vegeta thought but mentally smacked himself for saying ending that he wants a smart one.
*Wow, something must be really bugging him, he's never fought this hard before!* Goku thought as they continued on with their spar.
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A/N: Hi! I couldn't think of anywhere else to stop! Is this good or not? If it's not good please tell me! BUT DON'T FLAME ME WHILE DOING IT! I'm eating waffles right now and they're really good! I'm trying to work on a whole lot of fanfics and I will post as many when I get the time! You know how badly it's hard to work with WordPad so work with me here! If you have any questions about this fic, me, or my Orlando Bloom and Legolas site that I'm working on feel free to email or IM me at any time. Please review this if you can! I want 5 reviews! Help me out!
A/N: This is my first long fic I guess. I write a lot but then I have to transfer and all this crap so just be patient with me. Please don't flame, I don't want to offend anyone, so if it does just don't review. If you like it, GREAT, I hope you review and I'll try to return your review with an email or something. Make sure if you want to be contacted to leave YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS! I will not try to search for you in any sort or fashion. If you have any questions about updates, the story, or me, email me at: LegolasLOTRarchr@aol.com or IM me at: SwftArchrLegolas. I'm usually online all the time so feel free to email or IM me. Well I know you're trying to get to the story so here we go!
TOURNAMENT FOR QUEEN
Bulma Briefs literally collapsed as she read the neatly folded letter in her now shaking right hand. She gracefully in one swift motion slapped her hand to her mouth hoping to muffle a scream, but with no avail. Her scream lifted up to her best friend's room causing her to wake in a start and rush downstairs wearing nothing but a pair of pink-stringed underwear and a large t-shirt that read, 'Call Your Boyfriend For Me.'. Her hair was tangled and all over the place making her look like she had just wrestled with a cat.
"What's the matter?!" She halfway yelled finally reaching her hopping friend.
"I GOT SELECTED!" Bulma cried jumping up and down from over-excitement.
"Selected? For what?" Chi-Chi asked still a little groggy. "It's 6am what can you get selected for, and why the hell are you up? You usually don't wake up till way passed luncheon." Chi-Chi had now already made her way to the kitchen that was connected to the large living room with Bulma following her like an obsessed dog. Chi-Chi made herself a glass of milk and took a gulp.
"I GOT SELECTED TO BECOME QUEEN!" Bulma yelled finally getting the point across. Suddenly milk went flying across the room out of Chi-Chi's mouth agape mouth. Her eyes bulged like a goldfish's.
"YOU GOT WHAT?! OH MY GOD!" Chi-Chi hugged her best friend in happiness and gratefulness that one of them could get them out of the mess they were all ready in. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?"
"We can finally pay for all our debts to this stupid planet!" Bulma said finally calming down. "*Sigh* But it doesn't matter..."
"Yes, it does! You--" Chi-Chi was cut off by an explaining Bulma.
"No, it doesn't. Chi-Chi, you and me are Earthlings and these others are, well, Saiyans and our strength compared to theirs is a bit off. Chi-Chi if my life depended on this I couldn't win it worth shit. I'm going up against 2 Saiyans, a Lyan (A/N: I made this up, they're very strong blond haired bimbos. I had to put it in sorry!), and a Karper (another one I made up, these are very athletic green skinned, purple haired type people)! I can't win against those odds! Besides I'll be in this competition for like 3 months! Even if I did come back alive, we wouldn't have money to pay the debts against us." Bulma explained sighing briefly every few minutes or so.
"So what? You get to stay in the palace, meet the royals, and live like a noble woman! So what if we can't pay our debts..." Chi-Chi said making Bulma gasp.
"I care about us and our future! If we don't pay those debts then we'll be killed! Those debts were given to us because we trusted too many so-called 'friends' and we taken advantage of. I will not become someone's whore to pay off some damn debt! I will go to this competition and try my best to win! If I know I can't win, maybe that will be my only chance to ask the King to relieve us of our debts and let us continue on with the life we still have! I wasn't given intelligence to throw it away now was I? There are supposedly 3 rounds: Intelligence, Beauty, and Strength. I know I can't win Strength, but maybe something I learned through all those years in gymnastics will pay off. I still have a chance in Beauty because maybe these others are too masculine to handle anything feminine. I have Intelligence nailed to me right now; I'll win that without a fact. Saiyans are possibly the stupidest creatures known to mankind about anything else but fighting. So I have chances, they're just not that large." Chi-Chi smiled.
"What if you win all of them? What if by some miracle they all die in one fight and you're the only one alive? What if you become Queen?" Chi-Chi asked liking where the conversation would lead Bulma.
"Then, hell, I'll remove our debts, you come live in the castle, and I'll be the best Queen ever!" Bulma said her mood perking up some more.
"So are you going to do it?" Chi-Chi asked once again.
"Hell yeah! I'm going to show them what a woman is about!" Bulma yelled slapping hands with her pal.
******Prince and King*******
"What do you mean a competition?! I will not let you choose my mate, FATHER!" Prince Vegeta, the young prince with the flame like hair, yelled making sure to emphasize the word 'Father'.
"You're too late, the invitations have already been sent out and you will not complain about this anymore! You will do what I say, when I say it, now do you understand?!" The King yelled back making his son glare back with an expression that clearly read 'I hate you, I wish you would just die, old man!' The King could tell what Vegeta was thinking. "No, I will not just die! I am still King!!" Vegeta grunted and left the room leaving his father to watch his retreating form sadly.
"Why does he have to be like this?" he asked no one in particular but someone unexpected happens to answer.
"Because that's the way that Princes are, Sire." a very large, medium height man with a subtle chin and long perked nose, said walking over to him from the darkness. His tail swished behind him like a cat's.
"What are you doing here, Ivan?" The King inquired.
"Oh just checking in, Your Highness. I see that you have set something up for our little Prince, eh?" Ivan asked. The King laughed.
"Our little Prince, ha! Neither of us will ever be able to handle that child! That's how he's going to be the Legendary. You just watch, he'll train himself to an end and he'll achieve it and be known throughout history as the first Legendary." The King said staring off into space as he admires a fake script with his son's name in scripted and the first Legendary beside it.
"I know that you have entered my daughter into your competition did you not?" Ivan asked interested into what he would say.
"Oh--why yes, I think that Cecile will make a great competitor for the others." The King said snapping out of his trance.
"Yes, she'll make an excellent Queen will she not?" Ivan questioned once again.
"No one said she would be Queen, Ivan." King Vegeta spoke getting up and walking to the door that lead to the huge hallway that was outside on one side and inside on the other. (A/N: There's no wall on the left, it's just stairs that lead outside and if you've ever played FF8 you know the hallway to the dorms, that's what it's like except only one side. Sorry if I confused you!)
"Well, the intention is that she will win the tournament she is the best at everything you speak of." Ivan replied in his daughter's defense. He struggled to catch up to the King who started to walk faster down the hall.
"It's takes more than strength to win this tournament. Now if you will excuse me, I have to tend to some personal plans for the tournament." King Vegeta finished and went into another room leaving Ivan to himself.
"Oh she'll win the tournament if it's the last thing I do!" Ivan stated quietly at the door and continued to walk swiftly down the hallway.
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Vegeta walked to the training area of the castle and chose a sparring partner. "Kakarotto! Get over here now!" he ordered and a rather tall young man with hair that spiked in all different directions. Goku flew over and stood in front of Vegeta.
"You rang, Vegeta?" Goku asked like a little boy who had watched too much of the Addam's Family. Goku chuckled and scratched the back of his head.
"Quit playing games you poor excuse for a Saiyan." the angry Prince yelled. Goku frowned.
"Hey I resent tha--" Goku was cut off by a blow to the stomach. (A/N: Yes ya'll in my story Vegeta is stronger than Goku! Ha! If you like Goku being stronger just watch the t.v. show!) They soon found themselves entangled in a mess of a sparring fight.
*Damn father! He's knows nothing of what I want! I do not want some harpy to cling onto me! I want to train and achieve the Legendary...of course I would need an heir. Oh well! That's not the point! I don't want a mate! They're loud and annoying and can't do anything but produce a fucking heir! At least I would want one that can reason for herself!* Vegeta thought but mentally smacked himself for saying ending that he wants a smart one.
*Wow, something must be really bugging him, he's never fought this hard before!* Goku thought as they continued on with their spar.
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A/N: Hi! I couldn't think of anywhere else to stop! Is this good or not? If it's not good please tell me! BUT DON'T FLAME ME WHILE DOING IT! I'm eating waffles right now and they're really good! I'm trying to work on a whole lot of fanfics and I will post as many when I get the time! You know how badly it's hard to work with WordPad so work with me here! If you have any questions about this fic, me, or my Orlando Bloom and Legolas site that I'm working on feel free to email or IM me at any time. Please review this if you can! I want 5 reviews! Help me out!