Ok, so this is my first published fanfic, and I'm really excited. Please, bear with me as I begin to write Trunks and Araminta's saga. This "saga" will follow the pair throughout two different dimensions. Please, give it a chance and don't be shy when reviewing. I would rather you were harsh and honest so that I may grow as a writer instead of just feeding my ego. :) Anyway, thanks again guys!
Also: I'm looking for someone to draw some original fanart for this fanfic and for Araminta and Trunks. Let me know if you are up for the challenge or if you know someone who may be willing to help me out! Thanks!
Disclaimer: Credit goes to those who deserve it (Akira Toriyama). OC's are mine.
I step out of the sleek space shuttle, assisted by a young man with crazy black hair and sparkling black eyes. I nod towards him with a small smile in thanks, before gracefully walking towards the entrance to the beautiful palace. The night sky shimmers and I almost feel weightless with glee. A moment later I feel a hand on my elbow and look up to see my uncle, smiling down at me.
"You look beautiful, Ara." He whispers into my ear. I smile.
"Thanks, Uncle Lery." I lean into his arm. I then become serious and look up into his eyes.
"How are the negotiations between-" My uncle shakes his head, cutting me off.
"Don't worry about it, Ara. We'll take care of it." He gulps. "We'll talk care of you."
Before I can ask what that means, he excuses himself to escort my aunt down the stairs. She waves at me with a reassuring smile before descending into the ballroom.
An attendant begins to walk over to me, probably to tell me I have to go down into the ballroom before the royal family arrives, but a girl in a soft pink gown intercepts me before he can.
"Zia." I say, reaching my arms towards her.
"Hey, Minty!" She replies, and we hug.
"You look amazing! Girl, that dress!" I say as she spins with a silly look on her face.
"I know, my beauty is overwhelming." She says in a sarcastic tone, looking up to the ceiling and grinning.
"But seriously, who's the gorgeous one?" She gestures to me.
I blush and finger some of the huge pearls around my neck. I wear a matching pearl tiara, pearl earrings, and a long, fitted navy blue dress. Parts of the front of my hair are pinned in the back, in a casual half-up half-down style.
"It all belonged to my mom." I say in a hushed voice. Zia squeezes my arm sympathetically and opens her mouth to say something, but I change the subject quickly.
"Have you seen the shoes?" I ask, a playful look in my eyes as I allow my right foot to peek out from under my dress. Zia gasps, delighted.
"Oh my gosh, you're mother was hilarious!" She laughs and I join in.
"Apparently, she wore this outfit to a huge banquet on Planet Fulvus where my dad was stationed. So, naturally, she wasn't going to be spending so much time at the actual banquet." I smile, imagining my mother, Crown Princess of Planet Sirena, shamelessly sneaking out of a royal banquet to meet my father, a soldier from Planet Vegeta.
I continue the story, "She obviously couldn't wear six-inch heels, so she opted for these sneakers instead." We both continue to laugh as we near the staircase, with linked arms.
"They're cute sneakers, at least." Zia grins.
"Excuse me, Lady Zia?" An attendant looks towards Zia. "Do you have an escort?"
"No, I'm afraid not." Zia replies.
"Hmm, well I believe I may be able to conjure up a young man for you." The attendant winks and we both smile, immediately feeling at ease with him.
"I understand you are Princess Araminta's best friend." He states.
"Yes, and we are also cousins." Zia replies.
The man nods before mumbling something into his headphones.
"I have the perfect escort for you, Lady Zia." He says, smiling. The boy who helped me out of our shuttle appears out of no where.
"Lady Zia, this is Goten. Goten, Lady Zia." Goten smiles and bows, taking Zia's hand and kissing it.
"A pleasure, my Lady." Zia looks a bit starstruck as she is whisked away by Goten.
"Goten's Prince Trunks' best friend." The attendant says as I watch them disappear.
I nod, not really paying attention.
"And Princess Araminta, I have been given instructions that you have a very... special escort." In that moment, King Vegeta, Queen Bulma, Prince Trunks, and Princess Bulla enter the Palace from a hallway to the left.
"Your highnesses." The attendant bows and his coworkers follow his example. I bow my head respectfully, not knowing exactly what to do. Things have been tense between my people and the saiyans. My uncle and aunt have been trying to avoid war with King Cold by siding with the ruthless monster on certain things. The Saiyan ruler, King Vegeta, has seen things differently, though. His father was murdered out of cold blood by Prince Frieza, King Cold's son. Planet Vegeta doesn't hold Planet Sirena in high regard because of our choices. I know it puts my uncle in an awkward situation, considering that he is part Saiyan, but I feel as if I am in the most compromising situation. My father was a full-blood saiyan, so I am just as much a Saiyan as a Sirena.
Queen Bulma rushes over to me and throws her arms around my shoulders.
"Princess Ara- you don't mind if I call you Ara, do you? Of course you don't.- Anyway, you look gorgeous, darling. You are the spitting image of your mother. I knew her you know. Lovely woman, very smart. It's truly a shame she isn't with us." She finally lets me go and holds my shoulders at arms length away from her body.
"My, Vegeta, I truly can't wait-"
"Shut your mouth woman." King Vegeta actually smiles, affection obvious in his voice.
Queen Bulma turns her head towards him and sticks his tongue out. Bulla, who is holding her father's hand, giggles in delight. I turn to look at Prince Trunks, and am surprised that he is already looking at me, his eyes intense and a curious shade of blue. I blush for some reason and he obviously notices, because he gives me a very Saiyan-like smirk. I roll my eyes, finding myself angry at him, but mostly angry at myself. Who does he think he is?
Bulma catches our exchange and I see a sly look come to her eyes.
"Have you met your escort for this evening, Ara?" She gestures towards her son. I gasp quietly, fighting back another blush. Trunks just stares wide-eyed at his mother. Bulma pushes me roughly towards him and I stumble slightly, before he catches my arm to steady me.
"Go on, now." Bulma gives us a dismissing wave. "Have fun."
I gulp, and am thankful when Trunks links his arm with mine and confidently leads the way.
As we stand at the top of the stairs, with a smirking Saiyan Queen and King and a tittering Saiyn Princess behind us, I look over the crowd, not feeling nervous as I usually do. I refuse to believe it is because of the handsome Prince standing beside me, though in my heart I know it's the truth. I spot Uncle Lery, Aunt Cordelia, Zia, and Goten seated at a large table at the front of the gigantic ballroom, and suddenly I have a sick feeling in my stomach. I look from the table where my family is sitting, the table at which the hosting royal family is supposed to sit, and then look back at Trunks, and then glance behind me at Trunks' family. I remember Bulma's odd greeting, and the way she said she "can't wait". My mind thinks back to my uncle's comment about how he'll take care of me, and the almost guilty expression on his face. I remember all of the long trips he recently took to Planet Vegeta. And as Trunks and I take our first step onto the staircase itself, I feel every puzzle piece settle into place in my mind.
Yes, I believe there is much more behind this seemingly ordinary banquet than I first anticipated.