Title: Place Called Freedom
Chapter 1: Beginning
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBall Z. I'm just a fan writing a story. Please don't sue me.
Author's Notes: none
A knock was heard. "Lady Bulma, are you ready?" Asked Ms. Sanders.
Her name was Bulma Briefs, born into the royal family from her mother. She had cut off the word princess in her title since she didn't feel like it suited her well.
She walked away from her reflection in the mirror. Bulma wore a pale purple dress that had a train about a foot long. A large bow was behind her back on her waist. The selves of her dress were below her shoulder. A small necklace made from pure gold hung almost tightly around her neck. Bulma's blue hair was put back tightly into a bun, letting her bangs brush against her forehead.
"I'm coming," she said and opened the door.
Ms. Sanders wore her maid outfit; a black dress that went to her mid shin with a white apron that went around her nig hips. She placed Bulma's small silver tiara with specs of diamonds on her head.
"Everyone's waiting for you," she said. "Mainly your father."
"Please walk with me, Ms. Sanders. I…have some questions which need an answer from the wise."
"Okay." Ms. Sanders closed the door behind Bulma. She walked next to Bulma in the hallway.
"Why does my father urge me to find a husband?"
"What do you mean?"
Bulma glared at the old woman. "You know what I mean."
Ms. Sanders sighed. "It's the mid nineteenth century, my child. Fathers hunt down for their daughters' husbands."
"But why?"
"I wouldn't know, my child. Perhaps it's their job to do…"
They walked down the stairs and turned right were red double doors approached them. Bulma stopped.
"Then why aren't you married?"
Ms. Sanders' gray eyes stared at Bulma. "I refused to. But I had to pay a price for it."
"What do you mean by that?"
Ms. Sanders looked down at the floor. "You should enter the ballroom-"
"Ms. Sanders," Bulma pleaded. "Please,"
She looked again at Bulma. "I was kicked out of my home. Then I had nowhere to go. So…I then turned to a…brothel." Her eyes narrowed, studying Bulma's face. "Now I don't want you going and telling everyone about what I said, my child."
Bulma nodded. Her eyes were watery. "I'm sorry, I-"
"It's okay, my child. Everyone makes mistakes…it's part of growing up in life."
Bulma's soft white fingers touched the doorknobs. I shouldn't have said that, she thought. I should have asked her about that. How foolish of me. "Will you be joining us soon?"
"Perhaps."
"I hope you make it." Bulma opened the doors to where her kingdom awaited.
Author's Notes: Hey all. Please review the story. If you want me to review yours, then just ask. J
Next Chapter-"They are the weakest race of all. They will be easy to turn into slaves." "But you said that we're going to trade with them." The prince said. "So? We still need slaves."…
