Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ, I'd... Hmm... I don't know what I'd do exactly... ^_^; The point is, I DON'T, so no suing me!

A/N: OK, this idea popped into my head and it just won't go away, so I'm uploading it, JUST TO GET IT OUT OF MY MIND SO I CAN GO ON AND WRITE MY OTHER FICS!!! This is an Alternate Universe, Bulma and Vegeta romance fic. It takes place back during The Middle Ages, which we just finished studying in Social Studies a few weeks ago in my class. I'll probably screw up all the historic details and all, and I know it, so don't flame me. This is just during that time and countries that are real, it won't be factual. Bulma's 15 at the moment. Below is the casting for the first chapter or so:
Bulma- Princess of England
Vegeta- Prince of Spain
Yamcha- Prince of Portugal
Chi-Chi- Bulma's favorite Lady-in-waiting
Mr. and Mrs. Briefs- King and Queen of England

Forbidden Love

Chapter 1: Unpleasant Affairs

Princess Bulma awoke to the rising sun's rays dancing across her bedroom walls.
"Morning already?" She moaned, as Chi-Chi drew the curtains around her four-poster.

"That it is Milady. It's already six, you must hurry now. You wouldn't want to be late for breakfast with the King and Queen, now would you?" The lady-in-waiting grinned at the princess, knowing how she despised meals with her parents.

"Break my heart." Bulma muttered as she again immersed beneath her heavy quilt.

"Really, Princess, you need to get up now, I'd hate to see you punished for tardiness."

"Tell them I'm sick." Bulma murmured.
"Because if I'm forced to listen to my parents talk of my marriage, I know I will be."

"Sorry, but I'm just following orders." Chi-Chi yanked the quilt away and took it to be washed.

Bulma shivered in response to the sudden cold, and crawled out of bed. She yawned widely and lazily made her way to her wardrobe where, as usual, an outfit was already ready for her to wear for today. Today's selection was a rather ugly yellow gown, with a matching equally ugly ribbon. Bulma stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"You know I hate yellow, so why do you insist that I wear it?"

"I'm just doing as my superiors wish, Princess."

"So why do your 'superiors' wish for me to wear this putrid color?" Bulma eyed it in disdain as though it were a bug she wanted to crush beneath her heel.

"It is Prince Yamcha's favorite color you know." Chi-Chi commented, as she straightened up the ruffled bed as best she could, trying not to laugh.

"I guess. I can't believe my parents insist for me to marry him! I despise that boy with every breath in my body!"

"Temper, Temper Miss! That's no way to talk about your fiancé!"

"He's not my fiancé by choice! I am determined to stop this before I end up married to that... that..." She turned a bright, furious red when thinking or speaking about him.

"Calm yourself! Relax, your wedding isn't until the day after your sixteenth birthday anyway. Things could change by then."

"But they won't." Bulma mumbled in annoyance at Chi-Chi's never dying optimism.

"Get dressed now, and hurry, before you're late!" Chi-Chi scolded.

"Alright! Alright! Who's the princess here, me or you?" Bulma was glad Chi-Chi was one of her ladies. Before she had had that awful Lady Beatrice who did nothing but sit on her duff telling her of all the ex-husbands she had before she married Lord Hinsdale, her current husband. In Bulma's opinion, he was a rather unappealing man, with a constantly angry disposition and a blotchy complexion, although she supposed his face wasn't his fault since he had caught the measles as a youth. Lady Beatrice had resigned from the position, saying "The princess bored her" and Bulma was quite happy to give her up to replace her with Chi-Chi.

"I'm sorry Princess Bulma. I must mind my manners. I beg your pardon."

"It's perfectly alright Chi-Chi. I have a favor to ask of you. When I travel to Portugal to wed Yamcha..." She spat out the word as though there was poison in her mouth.
"Will you come with me?" She looked pleading her bright blue eyes spelling out a rather loud, 'PLEASE!!!'

"Of course, if the king says I may, I would be delighted to remain in your service when you are Portugal's queen. Although I warn you that Prince Yamcha may insist that you be assigned a completely new staff of servants and with that, new ladies.

Bulma tried to rule out that horrifying possibility.
"There is no way that I will marry that jerk unless I can bring you with me. If I have to be his wife, I must at least have the privilege of my sanity, and I fear without my only friend, I shall lose that easily."

"Your words honor me Princess. I won't let you down." Chi-Chi curtsied, eyes cast down.

"Why couldn't I have just been born a peasant?" Bulma wondered aloud as she slipped into the hideous garment.

"You have been born a privilege, and with that comes specific obligations." (A/N: So I've seen 'Ever After' a few too many times, I think this line suits the situation.)

"More like punishments." Bulma muttered under her breath as Chi-Chi braided her hair and placed her small golden crown atop her bright blue locks.

"You look like a princess." Chi-Chi smiled at her mistress.

"I should hope so, since that's what I am." Bulma exited from the room, giving Chi-Chi her, 'I'd switch places with you in an instant,' look.

"Bulma, Bulma, you'll never make a decent princess with an attitude like that." Chi-Chi mumbled, as she tidied up her mistress's living quarters.

A/N: Did it suck? It was just the introduction and my mom is shrieking at me to go to bed before I'm banned from the computer. Please review, I want to know if this is any good. Comments/suggestions? NO FLAMES!!! I'll add up the next chapter once I write it. Thanks for reading! The romance will come in the next few chapters! Arigatou and Sayonara! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~