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Akira Toriyama Own it.
An: okay chapter two. ive gotten two reviews so far and both were like ewwww yamcha lol.
well dont worry its definately a BV I swear. You wont see vegeta till around the third chapter.
Last Time: As she entered she saw who must surely be her 'husband' for he was the only other
man in the room besides her father and a few guards. She had to admit he wasn't to bad
looking. At least her father had chosen a handsome man, now if only he had a personality to
match with his dashing good looks he might not be so bad. She walked over and stood next to
her father. "Ah there you are my dear", her father said when he noticed her standing there.
"Allow me to introduce you two." "Sweet heart this is Prince Yamcha from the Chikyuu colony
on Regal 7." "Yamcha", he said addressing the prince, "this is my daughter and your future wife
Princess Bulma Briefs
Chapter Two Growing Love and Future Battles
Bulma glared at her father. How dare he just declare her the bride of this man? She pushed
down the surge of anger before she caused too much of a scene. She turned her gaze to the
prince, Yamcha. She studied him quietly for a moment. He was certainly handsome enough. She
decided she would wait to see what he was like before implementing her plan to be rid of him.
The Prince was beginning to feel uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze. It was like she was
looking right through him. "You are truly as beautiful as they say my bride", he said trying to
break the uncomfortable gaze she had set upon him.
"I'm no bride of yours ", she spat glaring at him with disdain.
"Bulma", her father said sharply, pulling her aside, "at least give the boy a chance".
"Fine", she snapped angrily.
"I'm sorry Yamcha, but I do not like being referred to as someone's property", she stated fixing
him with her glare again.
"I didn't mean it that way my dear Bulma", he said politely, "I only meant to compliment your
great beauty".
She stiffened at the use of 'my Bulma' but decided to let it slide. The King suggested that the
two dine alone so that they could get better acquainted. To the princess's surprise they actually
had a rather pleasant lunch and she found herself laughing at the jokes he would make from time
to time, all thoughts of sabotage fleeing her mind.
Every night they would dine together and Bulma found that she was beginning to care for this
prince. He was so sweet and funny that she couldn't help but like him, but she didn't love him,
she thought of him more as a good friend. After one of there usual dinners several weeks later
Bulma was summoned to speak with her father.
As she entered the large throne room she felt a little nervous and wondered what her father
possibly had to say to her. She had a feeling that it concerned her marriage to Yamcha. "Ah my
daughter", he said as she kneeled before the throne, "Tell me, how are you and Yamcha getting
on."
"Were actually getting on wonderfully father much to my surprise." "You chose well father."
"But if this is about the wedding", she said standing to her feet, "I'm still not ready to marry the
man"
The King stood up suddenly and walked down the steps to where his daughter stood. "Darling I
see no reason why you shouldn't go ahead and marry him." "What difference will it make if you
get married now."
"Father I've only known him for a few weeks I have to know him better before I decide to
marry him", she argued.
"It makes no difference you can get to know him after you marry him, because you are marrying
him regardless of what you think." "You've already said you like him and that you get along so
what could the problem possibly be?" her father yelled throwing his arms in the air in
exasperation, voice rising as he said the last few words.
"Because I don't love him!" she yelled.
"You'll grow to love him just like your mother came to love me" the King argued back.
"Mother may love you but do you love her?" she yelled and stormed out of the room before her
father could answer, she didn't really want to know the answer to that.
As she ran down the hall towards her chambers she ran into none other than Yamcha himself.
She tried to avert her gaze from him but he gently lifted her chin so that she was looking into his
eyes. It was obvious that she was extremely upset. "What's wrong Bulma?" he asked.
"Nothing" she said harshly and turned herself away from him.
"Listen Bulma you can tell me", he whispered gently. "Don't you trust me?" he asked putting his
hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked at him with that gaze that never failed to make him
feel like she could see straight through him.
"I hardly know you Yamcha and Father wants us to marry as soon as possible", she muttered
turning away from him again. "I don't see the need to rush this", she whispered softly.
"I need to get to know you better before I can commit myself to you like that" she said as she
walked across the hall and stared vaguely at the designs on an expensive vase, which was filled
with roses. "And he just thinks he can throw me into this marriage immediately" she continued,
voice rising with every word. "He has no regard whatsoever for how I feel", she shouted,
angrily smacking the vase of flowers to the hard marble floor sending pieces shattering across
the hall.
"Bulma", Yamcha said gently, "If you need time then I will talk to your father".
"I'm sure he'll see that we both need sometime before rushing into this and I'm sure we'll grow
to love one another", he stated confidently. The prince walked over and put an arm around her
and she could hold her tears in no longer and cried onto his chest. That's what everyone tells
me", she sobbed pounding his chest with her fist.
Later that night Bulma lay in her large bed pondering the situation. Yamcha had brought her to
bed after her sobs had subsided and then left to find her father. "I'm sure we'll grow to love
each other" You'll grow to love him" I didn't at first but I grew to love him" The voices
of Yamcha, her father, and even her mother haunted her. Every one was always saying that and
she didn't believe them for a minute. She liked Yamcha and all but she didn't want to marry
him. He just didn't seem to be what she needed in a man. That spark just wasn't there. She
didn't feel much of anything other than friendship for the man.
"What did she want in a man anyway?" she pondered to herself. He would have to be
handsome and Yamcha certainly was that but he didn't seem to have that dangerous edge that
she craved. He was too easy, she needed a man that was a challenge but also someone who
would respect her and allow her to be herself. She suddenly realized that she was never
allowed to be her free spirited self anymore. The second she had turned 18 her father had
insisted that she act like a lady and that she marry. She was no longer allowed to tinker in the
science wing of the palace as it was considered unbecoming of a lady of her stature and she
desperately missed the stress relief it gave her. It didn't make sense! Hell she had designed most
of the technology that was used by the empire in her teen years, including a powerful weapon,
and she had greatly improved the capsule technology. She was a technological genius but that
just wasn't seen as an acceptable thing for a lady of high class to occupy herself with.
Prince Yamcha had gone directly to the King after taking his Bulma to bed. He was somewhat
distressed that she did not wish to marry him just yet, but she would change her mind in time he
was sure of it. As he sauntered into the throne room he entered a realm of chaos. The King had
apparently called an important meeting but Yamcha could not figure out what it was about, there
was so much yelling and arguing going on. He pushed past several soldiers and finally made his
way to the king. "Your Majesty what is going on here and why wasn't I informed of this
meeting?" Yamcha demanded.
"I'm sorry my boy" the king apologized rather flustered but I hadn't time and I'm not sure this
concerns you."
"I am your future son in law sir I think that it does concern me" Yamcha responded coolly.
"Now would you mind telling me what the hell is going on in here?" he demanded, a slight edge
to his voice.
"Well, my boy" the king started "I didn't want to get you involved in this but Vegetasei has
declared war on Chikyuu!"
"Vegetasei?" Yamcha repeated flustered. "What could the Saijiins possibly have against the
Chikyuu Empire? "
"We'll you see King Vegeta has been demanding technology of us for some time now but I
have refused him access to it", explained the King. "Why don't you just give him the
technology?" Yamcha asked, "Is it really worth going to war over?"
"Yes, we can't allow them to have the technology in their hands. Who knows what danger the
universe would face", the king answered gravely, running a hand through his silvery lavender
hair.
"What exactly is this technology that they want?" Yamcha inquired.
"We'll, the king began, "mostly they want the capsule technology but they also want the
advanced weapons that we've been working on; a gun that will shoot a ki like energy blast, and
a device that will increase a person's ki energy several levels.
I thought that the Saijiins were a powerful race on their own. Why would they require something
like that?" Yamcha asked, clearly baffled.
"They are, he explained, putting his head in his hands, "but with the ki enhancer they could
enable even the weaker of their race to be horribly powerful." "I believe the true purpose", he
started slowly, raising his head, "is that the king wants to find a way to increase his son's power
so that he may reach some legendary level."
"So we have no choice we must go to war", Yamcha stated bitterly. "The Saijiins could destroy
this entire planet easily but I don't believe that they will since they desire the technology so
badly." I will gather the people of Regal 7 to help in the war and will lead them into battle
myself. "My boy you really needn't concern yourself with this….", the king started but Yamcha
promptly cut him off. No, it is my duty to fight; I have to protect my princess, Bulma. I will fight
for her and prove to her that I'm the one for her. "You know what they say, absence makes the
heart grow fonder" he stated solemnly and left the room to contact
Regal 7.
Several weeks passed as the planet prepared itself for the oncoming war that could easily mean
their doom if they could not defeat the Saijiin Empire. The troops from Regal 7 had arrived
about two weeks earlier and Prince Yamcha himself had taken it upon himself to train his entire
army, he was determined to prove himself to the Chikyuujin Princess. The alliance with Chikyuu
would be extremely beneficial to Regal 7 and his father would kill him if he screwed this up. Not
literally mind you but still he had no desire to upset his father. Incurring his father's wrath could
well mean being disowned as the heir of the throne. And then his father would put his younger
brother upon the throne of Regal. Fycan would be the ruin of Regal in Yamcha's opinion. He
would never rule the planet the way it needed to be ruled and Regal would slip into obscurity or
worse yet fall to there enemy's like the Saijiins. That brought him back to the situation at hand,
the war with the Saijiins. He wasn't sure that he could increase the strength of his troops enough
to withstand the Saijiins if they did not get stronger the Saijiins would surely destroy them.
Perhaps he should speak with the king about the ki enhancer.
Bulma sat in her room gazing out at the gardens deep in thought. She thought of many things as
she sat on her balcony, the beautiful flowers, how calming it was just to be able to relax but
mostly she dwelled upon the upcoming war. In all truth she was actually somewhat relieved that
the Saijiins had declared war upon her world. It meant that her wedding to Yamcha would have
to be held off at least until the war ended and by then perhaps her father would change his mind
or perhaps Yamcha would find someone more willing to be his wife. She was also well aware of
the possibly that Yamcha might very well die in the war. Even though she had no desires to
marry him she did not wish to see him dead and she hoped he would come back alive and well.
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Akira Toriyama Own it.
An: okay chapter two. ive gotten two reviews so far and both were like ewwww yamcha lol.
well dont worry its definately a BV I swear. You wont see vegeta till around the third chapter.
Last Time: As she entered she saw who must surely be her 'husband' for he was the only other
man in the room besides her father and a few guards. She had to admit he wasn't to bad
looking. At least her father had chosen a handsome man, now if only he had a personality to
match with his dashing good looks he might not be so bad. She walked over and stood next to
her father. "Ah there you are my dear", her father said when he noticed her standing there.
"Allow me to introduce you two." "Sweet heart this is Prince Yamcha from the Chikyuu colony
on Regal 7." "Yamcha", he said addressing the prince, "this is my daughter and your future wife
Princess Bulma Briefs
Chapter Two Growing Love and Future Battles
Bulma glared at her father. How dare he just declare her the bride of this man? She pushed
down the surge of anger before she caused too much of a scene. She turned her gaze to the
prince, Yamcha. She studied him quietly for a moment. He was certainly handsome enough. She
decided she would wait to see what he was like before implementing her plan to be rid of him.
The Prince was beginning to feel uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze. It was like she was
looking right through him. "You are truly as beautiful as they say my bride", he said trying to
break the uncomfortable gaze she had set upon him.
"I'm no bride of yours ", she spat glaring at him with disdain.
"Bulma", her father said sharply, pulling her aside, "at least give the boy a chance".
"Fine", she snapped angrily.
"I'm sorry Yamcha, but I do not like being referred to as someone's property", she stated fixing
him with her glare again.
"I didn't mean it that way my dear Bulma", he said politely, "I only meant to compliment your
great beauty".
She stiffened at the use of 'my Bulma' but decided to let it slide. The King suggested that the
two dine alone so that they could get better acquainted. To the princess's surprise they actually
had a rather pleasant lunch and she found herself laughing at the jokes he would make from time
to time, all thoughts of sabotage fleeing her mind.
Every night they would dine together and Bulma found that she was beginning to care for this
prince. He was so sweet and funny that she couldn't help but like him, but she didn't love him,
she thought of him more as a good friend. After one of there usual dinners several weeks later
Bulma was summoned to speak with her father.
As she entered the large throne room she felt a little nervous and wondered what her father
possibly had to say to her. She had a feeling that it concerned her marriage to Yamcha. "Ah my
daughter", he said as she kneeled before the throne, "Tell me, how are you and Yamcha getting
on."
"Were actually getting on wonderfully father much to my surprise." "You chose well father."
"But if this is about the wedding", she said standing to her feet, "I'm still not ready to marry the
man"
The King stood up suddenly and walked down the steps to where his daughter stood. "Darling I
see no reason why you shouldn't go ahead and marry him." "What difference will it make if you
get married now."
"Father I've only known him for a few weeks I have to know him better before I decide to
marry him", she argued.
"It makes no difference you can get to know him after you marry him, because you are marrying
him regardless of what you think." "You've already said you like him and that you get along so
what could the problem possibly be?" her father yelled throwing his arms in the air in
exasperation, voice rising as he said the last few words.
"Because I don't love him!" she yelled.
"You'll grow to love him just like your mother came to love me" the King argued back.
"Mother may love you but do you love her?" she yelled and stormed out of the room before her
father could answer, she didn't really want to know the answer to that.
As she ran down the hall towards her chambers she ran into none other than Yamcha himself.
She tried to avert her gaze from him but he gently lifted her chin so that she was looking into his
eyes. It was obvious that she was extremely upset. "What's wrong Bulma?" he asked.
"Nothing" she said harshly and turned herself away from him.
"Listen Bulma you can tell me", he whispered gently. "Don't you trust me?" he asked putting his
hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked at him with that gaze that never failed to make him
feel like she could see straight through him.
"I hardly know you Yamcha and Father wants us to marry as soon as possible", she muttered
turning away from him again. "I don't see the need to rush this", she whispered softly.
"I need to get to know you better before I can commit myself to you like that" she said as she
walked across the hall and stared vaguely at the designs on an expensive vase, which was filled
with roses. "And he just thinks he can throw me into this marriage immediately" she continued,
voice rising with every word. "He has no regard whatsoever for how I feel", she shouted,
angrily smacking the vase of flowers to the hard marble floor sending pieces shattering across
the hall.
"Bulma", Yamcha said gently, "If you need time then I will talk to your father".
"I'm sure he'll see that we both need sometime before rushing into this and I'm sure we'll grow
to love one another", he stated confidently. The prince walked over and put an arm around her
and she could hold her tears in no longer and cried onto his chest. That's what everyone tells
me", she sobbed pounding his chest with her fist.
Later that night Bulma lay in her large bed pondering the situation. Yamcha had brought her to
bed after her sobs had subsided and then left to find her father. "I'm sure we'll grow to love
each other" You'll grow to love him" I didn't at first but I grew to love him" The voices
of Yamcha, her father, and even her mother haunted her. Every one was always saying that and
she didn't believe them for a minute. She liked Yamcha and all but she didn't want to marry
him. He just didn't seem to be what she needed in a man. That spark just wasn't there. She
didn't feel much of anything other than friendship for the man.
"What did she want in a man anyway?" she pondered to herself. He would have to be
handsome and Yamcha certainly was that but he didn't seem to have that dangerous edge that
she craved. He was too easy, she needed a man that was a challenge but also someone who
would respect her and allow her to be herself. She suddenly realized that she was never
allowed to be her free spirited self anymore. The second she had turned 18 her father had
insisted that she act like a lady and that she marry. She was no longer allowed to tinker in the
science wing of the palace as it was considered unbecoming of a lady of her stature and she
desperately missed the stress relief it gave her. It didn't make sense! Hell she had designed most
of the technology that was used by the empire in her teen years, including a powerful weapon,
and she had greatly improved the capsule technology. She was a technological genius but that
just wasn't seen as an acceptable thing for a lady of high class to occupy herself with.
Prince Yamcha had gone directly to the King after taking his Bulma to bed. He was somewhat
distressed that she did not wish to marry him just yet, but she would change her mind in time he
was sure of it. As he sauntered into the throne room he entered a realm of chaos. The King had
apparently called an important meeting but Yamcha could not figure out what it was about, there
was so much yelling and arguing going on. He pushed past several soldiers and finally made his
way to the king. "Your Majesty what is going on here and why wasn't I informed of this
meeting?" Yamcha demanded.
"I'm sorry my boy" the king apologized rather flustered but I hadn't time and I'm not sure this
concerns you."
"I am your future son in law sir I think that it does concern me" Yamcha responded coolly.
"Now would you mind telling me what the hell is going on in here?" he demanded, a slight edge
to his voice.
"Well, my boy" the king started "I didn't want to get you involved in this but Vegetasei has
declared war on Chikyuu!"
"Vegetasei?" Yamcha repeated flustered. "What could the Saijiins possibly have against the
Chikyuu Empire? "
"We'll you see King Vegeta has been demanding technology of us for some time now but I
have refused him access to it", explained the King. "Why don't you just give him the
technology?" Yamcha asked, "Is it really worth going to war over?"
"Yes, we can't allow them to have the technology in their hands. Who knows what danger the
universe would face", the king answered gravely, running a hand through his silvery lavender
hair.
"What exactly is this technology that they want?" Yamcha inquired.
"We'll, the king began, "mostly they want the capsule technology but they also want the
advanced weapons that we've been working on; a gun that will shoot a ki like energy blast, and
a device that will increase a person's ki energy several levels.
I thought that the Saijiins were a powerful race on their own. Why would they require something
like that?" Yamcha asked, clearly baffled.
"They are, he explained, putting his head in his hands, "but with the ki enhancer they could
enable even the weaker of their race to be horribly powerful." "I believe the true purpose", he
started slowly, raising his head, "is that the king wants to find a way to increase his son's power
so that he may reach some legendary level."
"So we have no choice we must go to war", Yamcha stated bitterly. "The Saijiins could destroy
this entire planet easily but I don't believe that they will since they desire the technology so
badly." I will gather the people of Regal 7 to help in the war and will lead them into battle
myself. "My boy you really needn't concern yourself with this….", the king started but Yamcha
promptly cut him off. No, it is my duty to fight; I have to protect my princess, Bulma. I will fight
for her and prove to her that I'm the one for her. "You know what they say, absence makes the
heart grow fonder" he stated solemnly and left the room to contact
Regal 7.
Several weeks passed as the planet prepared itself for the oncoming war that could easily mean
their doom if they could not defeat the Saijiin Empire. The troops from Regal 7 had arrived
about two weeks earlier and Prince Yamcha himself had taken it upon himself to train his entire
army, he was determined to prove himself to the Chikyuujin Princess. The alliance with Chikyuu
would be extremely beneficial to Regal 7 and his father would kill him if he screwed this up. Not
literally mind you but still he had no desire to upset his father. Incurring his father's wrath could
well mean being disowned as the heir of the throne. And then his father would put his younger
brother upon the throne of Regal. Fycan would be the ruin of Regal in Yamcha's opinion. He
would never rule the planet the way it needed to be ruled and Regal would slip into obscurity or
worse yet fall to there enemy's like the Saijiins. That brought him back to the situation at hand,
the war with the Saijiins. He wasn't sure that he could increase the strength of his troops enough
to withstand the Saijiins if they did not get stronger the Saijiins would surely destroy them.
Perhaps he should speak with the king about the ki enhancer.
Bulma sat in her room gazing out at the gardens deep in thought. She thought of many things as
she sat on her balcony, the beautiful flowers, how calming it was just to be able to relax but
mostly she dwelled upon the upcoming war. In all truth she was actually somewhat relieved that
the Saijiins had declared war upon her world. It meant that her wedding to Yamcha would have
to be held off at least until the war ended and by then perhaps her father would change his mind
or perhaps Yamcha would find someone more willing to be his wife. She was also well aware of
the possibly that Yamcha might very well die in the war. Even though she had no desires to
marry him she did not wish to see him dead and she hoped he would come back alive and well.
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