A/N: Well, I'm sure no one really cares that I'm writing this, but it's a
new story I have. I've had this idea for awhile, but never really had the
time to write it; I was writing two other stories, one of which I took off
because I couldn't finish it. Anyways, now that I've written a nice long
author's note on with the story! By the way, this IS an AU on the planet
being Vegetasei. I've never written an Au, so bear with me, it shouldn't be
too bad! Oh, everything is normal, or as normal as it is in the series. Pan
IS a half saiyan. If you use the punnet square then you would get her
turning out to be a half saiyan, so that's what I'm going by. Sorry if you
wanted it different!
Disclaimer: This will probably be the only one I put in here, so her it goes: I DON'T own DB or anything to do with it.
The long-haired beauty turned from the wall of her room and faced the man next to her. He was everything she desired, well besides him being arrogant, uncaring, stupid, well maybe not stupid, but the others seemed quite true. He might be the king of this planet, but was you got passed that rich exterior it was shit!
Vegeta smirked as he opened his eyes, startling his wife into falling off the bed. He rolled over to the edge of the bed to make sure Bulma could see him smirking at her, not really, but that's what he wanted to think. Actually, if it hadn't been for this woman, he would have done that to his wife and then walked off and allowed her to regain her composure by herself. He reached down with one hand and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her frail body up into the bed once again. She smiled at him and he was tempted to return her smile, yet managed to refrain at the last minute.
"Thank you!" Bulma said, kissing Vegeta firmly on the mouth. Vegeta smirked, ruining the kiss, but neither minded. Kissing wasn't the best part of their relationship. "I'm going to go shower; I feel dirty." Yes, this was the best part of their relationship, being able to talk. Hah! As if, the best part was the.....
"Bulma, why are you smiling? It's just a shower." Vegeta interrupted her train of thought.
"Sorry, I was just thinking of a new invention. I'll tell you about it later, after I work out the details, okay?" Bulma flashed a quick smile and jumped from the bed and into the bathroom.
Pan was happy, she had her man, she had money, fame, and everything she could possibly want. She had a child to remember her husband by if he were to die in one of the many conquerings.
This was everything! Her life was perfect and nothing could change that. She smiled to herself as she felt two firm arms wrap around her waist and slowly turn her around in his arms. She breathed in his scent, it was so sweet. Her eyes shut automatically as his lips closed over hers.
"Trunks...." Pan whispered, breathing heavily.
"PAN! Pan, wake up! You're dreaming again! Please, I don't want to hear anymore, how disgusting!" Kantannoyume (vain dream of wealth and splendor) yelled at Pan.
Pan pulled herself from the hardwood desk, watching as the drool spread over the desk in a small pool was separated from its source. "Jeez, Kantannoyume Sakayume (a dream which is contradicted by reality), can't you let anyone dream in peace?!"
"Well, normally I would, but a) we're at work b) when you're moaning and whispering the prince's name, it has to stop and c) I needed you to help me fix this problem on the computer. It's stalling again. Oh and by the way, you've got a bit of drool on your cheek and also on your desk." Kantannoyume finished before returning to her desk.
"You say it's stalling again? Hmmm.... My father always said the first thing to try was to....."
"Oh! Your father? He's so dreamy; I do think he's quite yummy and so powerful! WOW! I could dream of him all day long and never tire of him. If only he could return my love!"
Pan smiled down at her friend. "Why can't you be normal like the rest of this planet and have a crush on the prince?"
"Because the prince just isn't good enough for me and he's not caring anyways; who could love him?" She began to lose herself in the questioning.
"Lots of people could easily love him. I do agree with you that he's not suitable for any type of marriage, but he's still handsome!"
Kantannoyume grinned at the dreamy smile plastered on Pan's face and decided to let her finish the dream unless she started to drool. She was near her desk anyway!
Trunks strode from his room with all the grace needed of a prince, but the elegance wasn't there. The maids he passed all fainted as he walked by and yet the prince had a huge smile on his face; he was happy at this. It just helped him to be reassured that he was the best-looking around and this plan hadn't failed him yet.
He turned a corner and ran smack into Bulma, the queen and his dear beloved mother. She took one good look at him and he had to sit there while she probed him with her evil. What was she doing anyways? "Aren't I entitled to my privacy, mother?" Trunks questioned with a hint of scorn.
"Of course you are...... not!" Bulma began laughing; her husband was just too good to her. What other woman would laugh openly at their stupid son? "When you're wearing a pair of navy blue satin boxers and nothing else with your hair completely rumpled and yet somehow decent, I want to know what you were doing last night." Bulma explained herself, continuing her probing with a finger to his chest.
Trunks growled low, but answered her question because he could sense his father coming along fast and wanted to get out of there. "I was out partying until late and I just hopped into bed and I was too tired to get dressed this morning." Trunks said a bit too quickly before rushing off in the direction he had come from.
Vegeta appeared from around the corner and Bulma smiled to him. "What took you so long? Have a bit of trouble rising?"
Vegeta smirked at his wife, "I would think you'd be the one, if either of us, to be having problems rising. After all, you are just human."
She smiled back mockingly at her husband and the turned around quickly and followed after Trunks. He smiled; she had walked off exactly as his son had, except she was probably more angry than afraid. Afraid? Why would a Saiyan be afraid? They should be ruthless and uncaring and brave. It seemed his son needed to work on the braveness. Vegeta began to follow after his wife.
At Breakfast:
Bulma walked in next to Vegeta, her arm wrapped in his. She smiled at her son. It's a good thing he decided to put on some more clothes. We have maids faint at the sight of him clothed; if he were just in his boxers they'd probably go into a coma, or something along those line.
Vegeta glanced at his wife, she was giggling quietly into his arms. It was quite an odd sensation actually, not that he wasn't used to this. For whatever odd reason, she seemed to find something funny about everything that happened. He didn't understand her laughter; there wasn't anything funny about this. His son was sitting peacefully, gazing at some old picture, but Vegeta assumed he wasn't actually looking at, or smiling about, the picture. His wonderful, elegant, beautiful daughter was sitting much the same as Trunks was, except she was looking more towards Bulma and himself. He saw the quick movement from Bra as she nudged her brother, awaking him from his dream world; to this he frowned, but sat up.
Vegeta walked Bulma over to her seat and pulled back the chair, allowing her to seat herself before pushing it back in. He then proceeded to his seat. As soon as he had sat down, a flurry of maids came out through two large oak doors and began to serve the royal family their breakfast.
When the food had graced the table, hands were quickly moving to get at the food, but it never looked as if they were gobbling. The maids smiled to themselves as they stared at the royal family. After all, not everyone was lucky enough to see the royal family and those who did were esteemed if they saw them for the hour that those maids did.
"Look at the prince, isn't he dreamy? Some of the other maids said they saw him in his boxers this morning. Oh if only we were so lucky, of course those maids had to be sent home because they weren't feeling quite right. Yet, I would still rather be in a coma than miss a chance like that!" The maids whispered amongst themselves as Bulma had permitted them to do so. It aggravated Vegeta to allow such mischief, but he didn't really want to sleep on the small love seat in their bedroom.
Trunks smiled to himself as he listened to the maids. He did love the way they talked every morning! "Well, this is very good! Bra how was your night" Trunks questioned his little sister.
Bra blushed furiously, but quickly concealed her emotions, giving her brother a sly smile in reply. This made trunks and Vegeta both from, neither was happy with that; they were very protective of her after all. Bra stared at her food as it was slid from one side of her plate to the other.
"Ms. Bra, is the food not to your liking?" A maid asked, quickly upon her mistress's distress.
Bra gave a fake smile to the woman and replied, "No, I was just thinking." She turned back towards the others and began talking to Bulma as the maid returned to her position, "Mom, I was wondering if I could go into town and get some new clothes. One of my friends is having a sleepover and I wanted to have new pjs and stuff for the occasion."
"Dear, you know I'd love to give you all the money in the world, but unless you can get your father to agree, then you can't have money. As to the sleepover, I don't mind you going, nor to town, but you need to have Trunks or one of the bodyguards go with you. Okay?" Bulma nudged her husband, with a quick glance before she returned to quietly eating her food.
Vegeta growled, as if he wanted his daughter going into that filthy town where all the men could do was stare or make obscene gestures, but if Trunks was there then it probably wouldn't happen. "Only if Trunks goes, otherwise you can't go into town. It can't be any other person. I don't trust any of the bodyguards to protect you outside the castle. As for the money, you can have some; you know my pin."
Bra smiled at her father and quickly jumped up from her seat and ran around to hug him. She gave him a big kiss on the cheek before he growled and she returned to her seat. Trunks stared in shock at all the proceedings. It was amazing how she did that!
"Dad, can I have some cash to get a couple new shirts for a concert that I've wanted to go to. The concert is free, but I want to look great for this." A concert? Is that all you can come up with? Trunks frowned at his own inability to think. Just wait, he though to himself, father won't give me a thing and he'll say 'can't you get a job, or something like all the peasants do?'
Vegeta smirked at his son. "You know the answer; get a job, or every fifteen minutes is a hundred." He watched as Trunks' frown deepened.
"See you in fifteen minutes in the West Wing on the fourth floor." Trunks said hurriedly before rising, "Please excuse me, father, mother, dear sister." After all formalities had been met Trunks walked from the dining room and quickly into his room.
A/N: That's all for now. Sorry about the first part, but I figured I'd try to fool y'all. Did it work? You know how you can tell me? By reviewing! While telling me that, you could also make any suggestions and tell me what you thought! Yup yup! Thanks for reading.
Forgotten Beauty
Disclaimer: This will probably be the only one I put in here, so her it goes: I DON'T own DB or anything to do with it.
The long-haired beauty turned from the wall of her room and faced the man next to her. He was everything she desired, well besides him being arrogant, uncaring, stupid, well maybe not stupid, but the others seemed quite true. He might be the king of this planet, but was you got passed that rich exterior it was shit!
Vegeta smirked as he opened his eyes, startling his wife into falling off the bed. He rolled over to the edge of the bed to make sure Bulma could see him smirking at her, not really, but that's what he wanted to think. Actually, if it hadn't been for this woman, he would have done that to his wife and then walked off and allowed her to regain her composure by herself. He reached down with one hand and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her frail body up into the bed once again. She smiled at him and he was tempted to return her smile, yet managed to refrain at the last minute.
"Thank you!" Bulma said, kissing Vegeta firmly on the mouth. Vegeta smirked, ruining the kiss, but neither minded. Kissing wasn't the best part of their relationship. "I'm going to go shower; I feel dirty." Yes, this was the best part of their relationship, being able to talk. Hah! As if, the best part was the.....
"Bulma, why are you smiling? It's just a shower." Vegeta interrupted her train of thought.
"Sorry, I was just thinking of a new invention. I'll tell you about it later, after I work out the details, okay?" Bulma flashed a quick smile and jumped from the bed and into the bathroom.
Pan was happy, she had her man, she had money, fame, and everything she could possibly want. She had a child to remember her husband by if he were to die in one of the many conquerings.
This was everything! Her life was perfect and nothing could change that. She smiled to herself as she felt two firm arms wrap around her waist and slowly turn her around in his arms. She breathed in his scent, it was so sweet. Her eyes shut automatically as his lips closed over hers.
"Trunks...." Pan whispered, breathing heavily.
"PAN! Pan, wake up! You're dreaming again! Please, I don't want to hear anymore, how disgusting!" Kantannoyume (vain dream of wealth and splendor) yelled at Pan.
Pan pulled herself from the hardwood desk, watching as the drool spread over the desk in a small pool was separated from its source. "Jeez, Kantannoyume Sakayume (a dream which is contradicted by reality), can't you let anyone dream in peace?!"
"Well, normally I would, but a) we're at work b) when you're moaning and whispering the prince's name, it has to stop and c) I needed you to help me fix this problem on the computer. It's stalling again. Oh and by the way, you've got a bit of drool on your cheek and also on your desk." Kantannoyume finished before returning to her desk.
"You say it's stalling again? Hmmm.... My father always said the first thing to try was to....."
"Oh! Your father? He's so dreamy; I do think he's quite yummy and so powerful! WOW! I could dream of him all day long and never tire of him. If only he could return my love!"
Pan smiled down at her friend. "Why can't you be normal like the rest of this planet and have a crush on the prince?"
"Because the prince just isn't good enough for me and he's not caring anyways; who could love him?" She began to lose herself in the questioning.
"Lots of people could easily love him. I do agree with you that he's not suitable for any type of marriage, but he's still handsome!"
Kantannoyume grinned at the dreamy smile plastered on Pan's face and decided to let her finish the dream unless she started to drool. She was near her desk anyway!
Trunks strode from his room with all the grace needed of a prince, but the elegance wasn't there. The maids he passed all fainted as he walked by and yet the prince had a huge smile on his face; he was happy at this. It just helped him to be reassured that he was the best-looking around and this plan hadn't failed him yet.
He turned a corner and ran smack into Bulma, the queen and his dear beloved mother. She took one good look at him and he had to sit there while she probed him with her evil. What was she doing anyways? "Aren't I entitled to my privacy, mother?" Trunks questioned with a hint of scorn.
"Of course you are...... not!" Bulma began laughing; her husband was just too good to her. What other woman would laugh openly at their stupid son? "When you're wearing a pair of navy blue satin boxers and nothing else with your hair completely rumpled and yet somehow decent, I want to know what you were doing last night." Bulma explained herself, continuing her probing with a finger to his chest.
Trunks growled low, but answered her question because he could sense his father coming along fast and wanted to get out of there. "I was out partying until late and I just hopped into bed and I was too tired to get dressed this morning." Trunks said a bit too quickly before rushing off in the direction he had come from.
Vegeta appeared from around the corner and Bulma smiled to him. "What took you so long? Have a bit of trouble rising?"
Vegeta smirked at his wife, "I would think you'd be the one, if either of us, to be having problems rising. After all, you are just human."
She smiled back mockingly at her husband and the turned around quickly and followed after Trunks. He smiled; she had walked off exactly as his son had, except she was probably more angry than afraid. Afraid? Why would a Saiyan be afraid? They should be ruthless and uncaring and brave. It seemed his son needed to work on the braveness. Vegeta began to follow after his wife.
At Breakfast:
Bulma walked in next to Vegeta, her arm wrapped in his. She smiled at her son. It's a good thing he decided to put on some more clothes. We have maids faint at the sight of him clothed; if he were just in his boxers they'd probably go into a coma, or something along those line.
Vegeta glanced at his wife, she was giggling quietly into his arms. It was quite an odd sensation actually, not that he wasn't used to this. For whatever odd reason, she seemed to find something funny about everything that happened. He didn't understand her laughter; there wasn't anything funny about this. His son was sitting peacefully, gazing at some old picture, but Vegeta assumed he wasn't actually looking at, or smiling about, the picture. His wonderful, elegant, beautiful daughter was sitting much the same as Trunks was, except she was looking more towards Bulma and himself. He saw the quick movement from Bra as she nudged her brother, awaking him from his dream world; to this he frowned, but sat up.
Vegeta walked Bulma over to her seat and pulled back the chair, allowing her to seat herself before pushing it back in. He then proceeded to his seat. As soon as he had sat down, a flurry of maids came out through two large oak doors and began to serve the royal family their breakfast.
When the food had graced the table, hands were quickly moving to get at the food, but it never looked as if they were gobbling. The maids smiled to themselves as they stared at the royal family. After all, not everyone was lucky enough to see the royal family and those who did were esteemed if they saw them for the hour that those maids did.
"Look at the prince, isn't he dreamy? Some of the other maids said they saw him in his boxers this morning. Oh if only we were so lucky, of course those maids had to be sent home because they weren't feeling quite right. Yet, I would still rather be in a coma than miss a chance like that!" The maids whispered amongst themselves as Bulma had permitted them to do so. It aggravated Vegeta to allow such mischief, but he didn't really want to sleep on the small love seat in their bedroom.
Trunks smiled to himself as he listened to the maids. He did love the way they talked every morning! "Well, this is very good! Bra how was your night" Trunks questioned his little sister.
Bra blushed furiously, but quickly concealed her emotions, giving her brother a sly smile in reply. This made trunks and Vegeta both from, neither was happy with that; they were very protective of her after all. Bra stared at her food as it was slid from one side of her plate to the other.
"Ms. Bra, is the food not to your liking?" A maid asked, quickly upon her mistress's distress.
Bra gave a fake smile to the woman and replied, "No, I was just thinking." She turned back towards the others and began talking to Bulma as the maid returned to her position, "Mom, I was wondering if I could go into town and get some new clothes. One of my friends is having a sleepover and I wanted to have new pjs and stuff for the occasion."
"Dear, you know I'd love to give you all the money in the world, but unless you can get your father to agree, then you can't have money. As to the sleepover, I don't mind you going, nor to town, but you need to have Trunks or one of the bodyguards go with you. Okay?" Bulma nudged her husband, with a quick glance before she returned to quietly eating her food.
Vegeta growled, as if he wanted his daughter going into that filthy town where all the men could do was stare or make obscene gestures, but if Trunks was there then it probably wouldn't happen. "Only if Trunks goes, otherwise you can't go into town. It can't be any other person. I don't trust any of the bodyguards to protect you outside the castle. As for the money, you can have some; you know my pin."
Bra smiled at her father and quickly jumped up from her seat and ran around to hug him. She gave him a big kiss on the cheek before he growled and she returned to her seat. Trunks stared in shock at all the proceedings. It was amazing how she did that!
"Dad, can I have some cash to get a couple new shirts for a concert that I've wanted to go to. The concert is free, but I want to look great for this." A concert? Is that all you can come up with? Trunks frowned at his own inability to think. Just wait, he though to himself, father won't give me a thing and he'll say 'can't you get a job, or something like all the peasants do?'
Vegeta smirked at his son. "You know the answer; get a job, or every fifteen minutes is a hundred." He watched as Trunks' frown deepened.
"See you in fifteen minutes in the West Wing on the fourth floor." Trunks said hurriedly before rising, "Please excuse me, father, mother, dear sister." After all formalities had been met Trunks walked from the dining room and quickly into his room.
A/N: That's all for now. Sorry about the first part, but I figured I'd try to fool y'all. Did it work? You know how you can tell me? By reviewing! While telling me that, you could also make any suggestions and tell me what you thought! Yup yup! Thanks for reading.
Forgotten Beauty