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A/N: Thanks for those of you who reviewed, I'll wait for five more reviews before posting the next chapter, so REMEMBER, if ya want more, YOU GOTTA REVIEW!!!
Selenity Jade: Thank you, I thought the first chapter was pretty decent, but I was afraid I was being too confident in my limited writing ability.
Lady Badria: I got it done, do you like it?
Sally: Oh thank you so much for the compliment! I'm glad you love it! ^_^
Raven_blood of a_broken _rose: WOW! IT'S THE GREAT WRITER WHO'S WRITTEN A BILLION FICS THAT ARE ALL REALLY GOOD!!! I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO honored that you would read my humble fic! Here it is, hope you enjoy it!
Nagi-chan: Hey Nat, YOU HAD BETTER WRITE AN OFFICIAL REVIEW FOR THIS FIC OR I WILL MAIM YOU VIA THE AIM!!! I'm glad you like it though, you are my best friend after all. Keep reading will ya, you're my nerdy support!
I hope this is OK, and if I make any MAJOR errors, feel free to point them out, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOO FLAMES!!! Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention, Vegeta and any other Z fighters I put in this don't have any ki beams, they use 'mortal' ways of fighting. (AKA: Archery, wrestling, swords, etc.) Thanks, and enjoy!
Chapter 2: Runaways
'Why do I have to be a princess? Why do I have to be the one Prince Yamcha's in love with? Why do I have to wear this disgusting dress?' Bulma pondered these questions along with many others in the deep recesses of her mind as she ambled down the marble hallway. Suits of armor lined the corridor and with their swords drawn, they looked as though they wished to protect her.
"Sorry guys, but I've been unwillingly taken. You'll have to go find some other princess!" Bulma grinned at this, imagine, talking to armor, she must REALLY be losing it. After descending down the spiral staircase and repeatedly almost tripping over her dress, she finally made it to the dining hall.
"Stupid dress." She muttered under her breath as she finally fell flat on her face.
Hoisting herself up off the ground, she faced the very concerned guards.
"Princess Bulma!"
"Are you alright Milady?" Were their frantic inquiries.
"Yes, I'm fine, just open the doors please." She mumbled, brushing off the hideous garment as they helped her up.
"Yes, Princess. As you wish." The two guards opened the doors widely, and Bulma gracefully moved forward into the large room, where violins played softly for the royalty's pleasure. All the Lords and Ladies of the court turned around to see the lovely Princess Bulma enter.
Bulma looked around nervously.
'Why do they have to stare at me like that?' She curtsied, before taking her place by her parents and everyone resumed eating.
The King tapped his wineglass with his spoon and the hall was silenced.
"Friends and foe alike, truly this is a day of great happiness! My daughter, Princess Bulma Aliza Briefs, Blue rose of the Briefs Dynasty, is now officially engaged to Prince Yamcha Phillípe Rigárdo of Portugal. Through this union, may we CRUSH the Spanish dogs!" Cheers were let up and there were toasts to the Prince's and Princess's everlasting health. Bulma wanted to scream, but she had learned over the years, that when in court, one must act dignified, the shrieking had to wait until they had some privacy.
"So my little jewel, are you pleased with your future husband?" Her father hiccuped loudly, and his voice was slurred.
"Father, you're drunk." Bulma coolly told him, as she took a small sip of wine from her silver goblet.
"Nonsense." He chuckled.
"You're just a girl, how would you know. I, of all men, can hold my liquor."
"Forgive me, my Lord." She automatically replied, as she took a bite of her meat, chewing vigorously.
Bulma saw her mother whisper to him, and he nodded faintly before announcing, "My health is poor this morning, so I'm afraid I must leave your presence early."
As he waddled off, Bulma whispered, "Liar."
"Bulma!" Her mother hissed at her.
"Such disrespect! Don't speak of your Lord that way!"
"He's my father." Bulma whispered solemnly.
"I don't see why that makes him the keeper of my fate."
"This rudeness will not be tolerated. You are restricted to your private chambers, and are not allowed in ANY other part of the castle until Prince Yamcha arrives!" Bulma's mother used to be the Princess of France, so of course Bulma had been able to speak French since she was just a toddler. If you looked upon the smiling mother and daughter, you would think they were having a pleasant conversation from their pleased expressions, since no one else understand the harsh French they were exchanging.
"Yes, My Lady." Bulma replied coldly, not bothering to use French, as she quietly walked off.
Over her shoulder she could hear her mother conversing with the ladies, "Really, Lady Dai, I think there must be some sort of bug going around! First my husband, now my daughter!"
'You're not so bad at lying yourself mother.' Bulma smirked as she headed back upstairs. She didn't mind being confined to her room. At least she wouldn't have to sit around, listening to all the boring court talk and she'd get to escape the Portuguese ambassadors, who talked rapidly in their strange verse, stealing quick glances at her before resuming their discussions.
'Probably investigating to see if I'm good enough for their Prince.'
'I'll just have to see that I'm NOT.' She quickly sprinted to her room, a VERY unlady-like thing to do.
As she opened her chamber doors, Chi-Chi anxiously awaited her.
"Why are you back so soon Miss? I was counting on you being out for at least another hour! Your room is still a mess!"
"Banished to my quarters." Bulma muttered, as she flopped down on her bed.
"AGAIN?!" Chi-Chi asked in disbelief.
"Are you going for a record or something, Milady? Honestly! That's the third time this week!"
"You can drop the 'Milady' nonsense. I'm Bulma, just Bulma. If I have no control over my own life, I see no reason why I should be addressed with such respect." She murmured in a dull voice.
"If His Highness hears of this, he'll have my head, M-Bulma." She looked quite nervous as she twitched in dread of what this could lead to.
"So, what are you going to do until Prince Yamcha arrives?"
"I REALLY don't know." Bulma replied, staring at the ceiling.
"You know, Mother said I wasn't allowed in any other part of the castle except my chambers. BUT SHE NEVER SAID I COULDN'T GO OUTSIDE!" Bulma gleefully sprang up, and raced to her wardrobe.
"But P-Bulma! Your mother will SURELY punish you for disobeying her like this!"
Bulma changed into a gray frock, and pulled on a brown cloak, ChiChi looked appalled.
"If you're going out, you must at LEAST be dressed properly!" ChiChi chided.
"Relax Chi. This way, if I'm discovered, they'll think I'm just a serf! It's brilliant! And if I see Yamcha, I'll pelt a rotten apple at his carriage and he'll think it's just a disagreeable peasant child!"
"Mistress, you really shouldn't!" Chi-Chi pleaded.
"What did I say to you about the whole 'title' thing?" Bulma glared at the over-protective lady.
"If this is what you wish. Good luck Bulma." Chi-Chi muttered choice words under her breath about her charge's stubbornness and how she'd NEVER make a good Princess OR Queen at this rate.
"Thanks Chi." Bulma gave her friend a hug, before opening the window.
"HOLD ON NOW! YOU DIDN'T SAY YOU WERE LEAVING THROUGH THE WINDOW!" Chi-Chi shrieked.
"How'd you expect me to leave? Through the front door?" Bulma grinned as she scaled down the wall expertly and jumped to the ground. Chi-Chi sighed, before shutting the window, and making up a story to tell the King and Queen about their daughter feeling a bit under the weather.
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"Milord?" A weak servant whimpered kneeling in reverence.
"What is it?" The Spanish Prince asked, as he continued his archery practice.
"Your father wishes to speak to you." The little man was quite afraid of the young prince; he was a very disagreeable fellow.
"Tell him I'm busy." Prince Vegeta replied, as he took aim and released the arrow, hitting the bulls-eye.
"Excellent shot Sire. But you really should see your father, you know he gets a tad impatient when kept waiting."
"Let him wait. I'll be there when I want to."
"Yes, my Prince." The servant bowed as he scrambled to report back to King Vegeta. The servant was known as No-Name, for he truly had no name. He had been found in the royal gardens as a baby and taken in by the servant women. His unruly black hair refused to be tamed, and his appearance quite pestered him at time. His appetite was simply appalling, making others he dined with, readily give up their meals, which he eagerly devoured. He was usually a happy person, although not very bright. However, he was faithful in his work, which allowed him the "honor" of being the King's messenger.
"Honor my foot." No-Name mumbled.
"More like hassle."
"Being dragged all the way from Mother Spain with these two, so they can wipe out these English devils. Honestly, they had better get a move on! I want to go home." He thought of the fruit trees he had out back and the sparkling blue lake by the palace where he and his friends swam as lads. Those days were over. As the King's personal servant, he was expected to follow King Vegeta wherever he went until he died. He missed the familiar language of his people, for he always felt confused when hearing the strange tongue of these foreigners. He missed the festivals and excitement when conquistadors would return, having conquered great lands for Spain. He longed for Espernanza's wonderful food. A jolly old hag, missing most of her teeth, but she was still the best cook in all of Spain. Even the dreary mass of Father Martín would be a welcome sight. Yes, to be home was what he truly desired.
'And they say I need a better name! At least I'M NOT so unoriginal that I named my son after myself generation after generation. I have no son, no wife either, but who cares! You'd think they would've stopped at Vegeta X, but NO, now we have Vegeta XIV, and when he marries some stupid princess, no doubt we'll have Vegeta XV!' For some reason, this really frustrated the drone, although no one really knew why the royal family's lack of creativity in names annoyed him so.
"Milord." He bowed before the greatness that was, King Vegeta. He knew not to make eye contact, he stared at the floor, shaking to the very bone.
"You may approach." The King said in a bored drawl as he sipped his wine.
When No-Name was closer he barked, "What is it?"
"It's the Prince, your highness! He refused to come with me to meet with you!" He was so frightened, his knees were banging against each other and his teeth were chattering, he was terrified about what his master would do to him because of the prince's disobedience.
"Stubborn, through and through. He'll make a fine ruler someday after I eliminate these wretches from our planet." King Vegeta mumbled, eyes closed, stroking his beard in great thought. He was looking forward to getting out of this boring encampment, as soon as he had the information he needed for the Spanish Armada, they could leave and he could begin the attack on this cursed country. The King was too proud to send spies to do his dirty work, he insisted he do it in person, and since few saw Spain's King and lived to tell about it, few knew what he looked like.
"What was that sire?" No-Name inquired anxiously, afraid it was a signal for his execution.
"Fine. Let the boy do what he wishes. I acted the same way at his age. It's perfectly normal." Vegeta XIII stood up and his cape flapped behind him as he proudly exited the tent.
"Every inch a king." No-Name muttered in awe at his regality.
"Every inch."
"But that son of his is a spoiled brat. What a shame. From such a strong bloodline too." He scampered away; feeling more perturbed than before.
Prince Vegeta pulled the arrows from the target, placed them in his quiver, and put up his bow for another time.
'Enough with this 'Prince' business, I'm going to have some fun.' He smirked and throwing on a torn cloak of that pesky servant's, No-Name he was called he thought, but what did it matter? He climbed on the back of his horse, Blanca, and dashed out of sight, everyone unaware of their Prince's latest escapade.
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A/N: Ooh. Where is Vegeta going? Does Bulma have any idea where she's going? Things are complicating. Do you want to know what happens next? Then review. And thanks to the two of you who DID review, and thank you Nagi-chan, you truly are my best friend. : ) When I get a few more reviews, I'll be motivated to upload the next chapter. (HINT HINT) Sayonara! Ja!
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: Thanks for those of you who reviewed, I'll wait for five more reviews before posting the next chapter, so REMEMBER, if ya want more, YOU GOTTA REVIEW!!!
Selenity Jade: Thank you, I thought the first chapter was pretty decent, but I was afraid I was being too confident in my limited writing ability.
Lady Badria: I got it done, do you like it?
Sally: Oh thank you so much for the compliment! I'm glad you love it! ^_^
Raven_blood of a_broken _rose: WOW! IT'S THE GREAT WRITER WHO'S WRITTEN A BILLION FICS THAT ARE ALL REALLY GOOD!!! I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO honored that you would read my humble fic! Here it is, hope you enjoy it!
Nagi-chan: Hey Nat, YOU HAD BETTER WRITE AN OFFICIAL REVIEW FOR THIS FIC OR I WILL MAIM YOU VIA THE AIM!!! I'm glad you like it though, you are my best friend after all. Keep reading will ya, you're my nerdy support!
I hope this is OK, and if I make any MAJOR errors, feel free to point them out, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOO FLAMES!!! Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention, Vegeta and any other Z fighters I put in this don't have any ki beams, they use 'mortal' ways of fighting. (AKA: Archery, wrestling, swords, etc.) Thanks, and enjoy!
Chapter 2: Runaways
'Why do I have to be a princess? Why do I have to be the one Prince Yamcha's in love with? Why do I have to wear this disgusting dress?' Bulma pondered these questions along with many others in the deep recesses of her mind as she ambled down the marble hallway. Suits of armor lined the corridor and with their swords drawn, they looked as though they wished to protect her.
"Sorry guys, but I've been unwillingly taken. You'll have to go find some other princess!" Bulma grinned at this, imagine, talking to armor, she must REALLY be losing it. After descending down the spiral staircase and repeatedly almost tripping over her dress, she finally made it to the dining hall.
"Stupid dress." She muttered under her breath as she finally fell flat on her face.
Hoisting herself up off the ground, she faced the very concerned guards.
"Princess Bulma!"
"Are you alright Milady?" Were their frantic inquiries.
"Yes, I'm fine, just open the doors please." She mumbled, brushing off the hideous garment as they helped her up.
"Yes, Princess. As you wish." The two guards opened the doors widely, and Bulma gracefully moved forward into the large room, where violins played softly for the royalty's pleasure. All the Lords and Ladies of the court turned around to see the lovely Princess Bulma enter.
Bulma looked around nervously.
'Why do they have to stare at me like that?' She curtsied, before taking her place by her parents and everyone resumed eating.
The King tapped his wineglass with his spoon and the hall was silenced.
"Friends and foe alike, truly this is a day of great happiness! My daughter, Princess Bulma Aliza Briefs, Blue rose of the Briefs Dynasty, is now officially engaged to Prince Yamcha Phillípe Rigárdo of Portugal. Through this union, may we CRUSH the Spanish dogs!" Cheers were let up and there were toasts to the Prince's and Princess's everlasting health. Bulma wanted to scream, but she had learned over the years, that when in court, one must act dignified, the shrieking had to wait until they had some privacy.
"So my little jewel, are you pleased with your future husband?" Her father hiccuped loudly, and his voice was slurred.
"Father, you're drunk." Bulma coolly told him, as she took a small sip of wine from her silver goblet.
"Nonsense." He chuckled.
"You're just a girl, how would you know. I, of all men, can hold my liquor."
"Forgive me, my Lord." She automatically replied, as she took a bite of her meat, chewing vigorously.
Bulma saw her mother whisper to him, and he nodded faintly before announcing, "My health is poor this morning, so I'm afraid I must leave your presence early."
As he waddled off, Bulma whispered, "Liar."
"Bulma!" Her mother hissed at her.
"Such disrespect! Don't speak of your Lord that way!"
"He's my father." Bulma whispered solemnly.
"I don't see why that makes him the keeper of my fate."
"This rudeness will not be tolerated. You are restricted to your private chambers, and are not allowed in ANY other part of the castle until Prince Yamcha arrives!" Bulma's mother used to be the Princess of France, so of course Bulma had been able to speak French since she was just a toddler. If you looked upon the smiling mother and daughter, you would think they were having a pleasant conversation from their pleased expressions, since no one else understand the harsh French they were exchanging.
"Yes, My Lady." Bulma replied coldly, not bothering to use French, as she quietly walked off.
Over her shoulder she could hear her mother conversing with the ladies, "Really, Lady Dai, I think there must be some sort of bug going around! First my husband, now my daughter!"
'You're not so bad at lying yourself mother.' Bulma smirked as she headed back upstairs. She didn't mind being confined to her room. At least she wouldn't have to sit around, listening to all the boring court talk and she'd get to escape the Portuguese ambassadors, who talked rapidly in their strange verse, stealing quick glances at her before resuming their discussions.
'Probably investigating to see if I'm good enough for their Prince.'
'I'll just have to see that I'm NOT.' She quickly sprinted to her room, a VERY unlady-like thing to do.
As she opened her chamber doors, Chi-Chi anxiously awaited her.
"Why are you back so soon Miss? I was counting on you being out for at least another hour! Your room is still a mess!"
"Banished to my quarters." Bulma muttered, as she flopped down on her bed.
"AGAIN?!" Chi-Chi asked in disbelief.
"Are you going for a record or something, Milady? Honestly! That's the third time this week!"
"You can drop the 'Milady' nonsense. I'm Bulma, just Bulma. If I have no control over my own life, I see no reason why I should be addressed with such respect." She murmured in a dull voice.
"If His Highness hears of this, he'll have my head, M-Bulma." She looked quite nervous as she twitched in dread of what this could lead to.
"So, what are you going to do until Prince Yamcha arrives?"
"I REALLY don't know." Bulma replied, staring at the ceiling.
"You know, Mother said I wasn't allowed in any other part of the castle except my chambers. BUT SHE NEVER SAID I COULDN'T GO OUTSIDE!" Bulma gleefully sprang up, and raced to her wardrobe.
"But P-Bulma! Your mother will SURELY punish you for disobeying her like this!"
Bulma changed into a gray frock, and pulled on a brown cloak, ChiChi looked appalled.
"If you're going out, you must at LEAST be dressed properly!" ChiChi chided.
"Relax Chi. This way, if I'm discovered, they'll think I'm just a serf! It's brilliant! And if I see Yamcha, I'll pelt a rotten apple at his carriage and he'll think it's just a disagreeable peasant child!"
"Mistress, you really shouldn't!" Chi-Chi pleaded.
"What did I say to you about the whole 'title' thing?" Bulma glared at the over-protective lady.
"If this is what you wish. Good luck Bulma." Chi-Chi muttered choice words under her breath about her charge's stubbornness and how she'd NEVER make a good Princess OR Queen at this rate.
"Thanks Chi." Bulma gave her friend a hug, before opening the window.
"HOLD ON NOW! YOU DIDN'T SAY YOU WERE LEAVING THROUGH THE WINDOW!" Chi-Chi shrieked.
"How'd you expect me to leave? Through the front door?" Bulma grinned as she scaled down the wall expertly and jumped to the ground. Chi-Chi sighed, before shutting the window, and making up a story to tell the King and Queen about their daughter feeling a bit under the weather.
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"Milord?" A weak servant whimpered kneeling in reverence.
"What is it?" The Spanish Prince asked, as he continued his archery practice.
"Your father wishes to speak to you." The little man was quite afraid of the young prince; he was a very disagreeable fellow.
"Tell him I'm busy." Prince Vegeta replied, as he took aim and released the arrow, hitting the bulls-eye.
"Excellent shot Sire. But you really should see your father, you know he gets a tad impatient when kept waiting."
"Let him wait. I'll be there when I want to."
"Yes, my Prince." The servant bowed as he scrambled to report back to King Vegeta. The servant was known as No-Name, for he truly had no name. He had been found in the royal gardens as a baby and taken in by the servant women. His unruly black hair refused to be tamed, and his appearance quite pestered him at time. His appetite was simply appalling, making others he dined with, readily give up their meals, which he eagerly devoured. He was usually a happy person, although not very bright. However, he was faithful in his work, which allowed him the "honor" of being the King's messenger.
"Honor my foot." No-Name mumbled.
"More like hassle."
"Being dragged all the way from Mother Spain with these two, so they can wipe out these English devils. Honestly, they had better get a move on! I want to go home." He thought of the fruit trees he had out back and the sparkling blue lake by the palace where he and his friends swam as lads. Those days were over. As the King's personal servant, he was expected to follow King Vegeta wherever he went until he died. He missed the familiar language of his people, for he always felt confused when hearing the strange tongue of these foreigners. He missed the festivals and excitement when conquistadors would return, having conquered great lands for Spain. He longed for Espernanza's wonderful food. A jolly old hag, missing most of her teeth, but she was still the best cook in all of Spain. Even the dreary mass of Father Martín would be a welcome sight. Yes, to be home was what he truly desired.
'And they say I need a better name! At least I'M NOT so unoriginal that I named my son after myself generation after generation. I have no son, no wife either, but who cares! You'd think they would've stopped at Vegeta X, but NO, now we have Vegeta XIV, and when he marries some stupid princess, no doubt we'll have Vegeta XV!' For some reason, this really frustrated the drone, although no one really knew why the royal family's lack of creativity in names annoyed him so.
"Milord." He bowed before the greatness that was, King Vegeta. He knew not to make eye contact, he stared at the floor, shaking to the very bone.
"You may approach." The King said in a bored drawl as he sipped his wine.
When No-Name was closer he barked, "What is it?"
"It's the Prince, your highness! He refused to come with me to meet with you!" He was so frightened, his knees were banging against each other and his teeth were chattering, he was terrified about what his master would do to him because of the prince's disobedience.
"Stubborn, through and through. He'll make a fine ruler someday after I eliminate these wretches from our planet." King Vegeta mumbled, eyes closed, stroking his beard in great thought. He was looking forward to getting out of this boring encampment, as soon as he had the information he needed for the Spanish Armada, they could leave and he could begin the attack on this cursed country. The King was too proud to send spies to do his dirty work, he insisted he do it in person, and since few saw Spain's King and lived to tell about it, few knew what he looked like.
"What was that sire?" No-Name inquired anxiously, afraid it was a signal for his execution.
"Fine. Let the boy do what he wishes. I acted the same way at his age. It's perfectly normal." Vegeta XIII stood up and his cape flapped behind him as he proudly exited the tent.
"Every inch a king." No-Name muttered in awe at his regality.
"Every inch."
"But that son of his is a spoiled brat. What a shame. From such a strong bloodline too." He scampered away; feeling more perturbed than before.
Prince Vegeta pulled the arrows from the target, placed them in his quiver, and put up his bow for another time.
'Enough with this 'Prince' business, I'm going to have some fun.' He smirked and throwing on a torn cloak of that pesky servant's, No-Name he was called he thought, but what did it matter? He climbed on the back of his horse, Blanca, and dashed out of sight, everyone unaware of their Prince's latest escapade.
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A/N: Ooh. Where is Vegeta going? Does Bulma have any idea where she's going? Things are complicating. Do you want to know what happens next? Then review. And thanks to the two of you who DID review, and thank you Nagi-chan, you truly are my best friend. : ) When I get a few more reviews, I'll be motivated to upload the next chapter. (HINT HINT) Sayonara! Ja!
~Trunks Gal~