CH 1
I don't own DBZ! This is my 2nd fic so I hope you like it. Tell me what you think. This chapter is short but it gets to the point!
"King Vegeta, please spare my daughter's life. She can be a servant here in your palace if you would like. Just because Bulma looks different doesn't mean she is a threat to you or me," Mrs. Briefs pleaded with the King. She knew Bulma looked odd. While the entire Jarkin race on Planet Vegeta has brown eyes and hair, Bulma has blue eyes and hair. Bulma's mother has never figured out how it happened since her and Mr. Briefs are pure Jarkins.
The Jarkin race finally received their freedom from the Saiyans fifty years ago. Before then they were slaves. Many died from disease and malnutrition. Now they are paid for their services. Though the pay is minimal, they are able to support their families and live a decent life. All of this was possible because of King Vegeta's father. He didn't like the Jarkin race by any means because they were incredibly weak, but he thought it was wrong to keep them as slaves. King Vegeta felt much like his father in regards to Jarkins.
A six year old Bulma stood quietly while her mother spoke with the impressive king. Her eyes wondered around the large throne room. The King's throne was far taller than the small girl. The walls were a light gray color with oil paintings of the past King's of Planet Vegeta lining it. The floor she stood upon looked like gold. Thick red curtains allowed the sunlight from outside fill the room. Bulma's sparkling eyes met the King's for a few short seconds before he began to speak.
"This girl could be a threat to the Saiyan race and yours if she has some sort of disease. I will not risk the safety of my planet on some child," he said while crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"We have run test after test on her, King Vegeta, and nothing life threatening comes back with the results," Bulma's mother stated as the King yawned.
The large wooden doors that lead to the hallway opened slowly. The Queen entered with a small boy close behind. She wore a long red gown which shined in the sunlight. Her long black hair flowed freely as she made her way to the throne beside the King. The boy had spiky black hair that defied gravity. His small red cape barely touched the ground as he strutted behind the Queen. He wore a royal blue training suit that clung to his pint-sized body. He was a miniature King Vegeta. It was the prince.
The Queen and young prince stopped in front of a bowing Mrs. Briefs and Bulma. The Queen gasped as they rose and Bulma's blue eyes fell upon her. She turned to her mate, the King, sitting a few feet away.
"She is a beautiful child, Vegeta. You cannot possibly be thinking about disposing of her," the Queen said to her King.
"If you say so," he replied.
Everyone in the room remained silent for a few minutes. Suddenly Bulma felt a pressure on her left arm. The prince poked her and hard.
"Ouch, watch it," Bulma yelled as her mother grabbed her hand.
"I think she is ugly," the prince said to his mother.
"That wasn't very polite, Vegeta. I think you should apologize," the Queen turned to watch Bulma kick her son in the leg.
"I think you're short, you jerk," Bulma told Vegeta as she stuck out her tongue.
"You're the most hideous thing in the universe and I will rid it of you right now," he formed a ki ball in his hand.
King Vegeta's voice boomed throughout the room. "Stop, now, Vegeta." He stood to seem more intimidating and it worked. Vegeta doused the ki ball and bowed to his father. "Yes sir."
Bulma giggled at the scared boy. She stopped quickly as the King spoke to her, "You too, girl." Vegeta smirked at Bulma as she glanced in his direction.
An old Saiyan man entered the room. He bowed to the royalty and waited for the King's permission to begin.
"Speak, man," the King demanded.
"Sir, the results from the child's blood test have returned. Every thing came back negative. She is a completely normal Jarkin except for her appearance," he told the people watching him.
Bulma's mother let out a deep breath. She asked the King, "Does this mean we are free to go?"
King Vegeta looked at the beaming girl. "I think she should stay here. The girl can be the Queen's personal servant. She will lead a fine life. I need to keep an eye on her just in case the results are wrong," he sat back down on his throne.
Vegeta mumbled something under his breath and exited the room alone. Mrs. Briefs thanked the King for his kindness and not killing her only child. She hugged a confused Bulma and said, "I will visit you from time to time. The King and Queen will take good care of you." She kissed away the tears that fell freely down Bulma's cheeks. She hugged her one last time and then left her in the hands of the Saiyan King and Queen.