Well here is chapter four. I'm happy so many people like it, and I try to
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1 Frozen Chapter 4
1.1 As the heart grows fonder…
As Bulma rode home in her carriage, she thought about the events that had unfolded that night. 'This is all so new!' she thought, feeling a little more mature since that was her first kiss. 'Vegeta is such a good kisser! And he's so cute!' "Did you have a nice time Bulma?" her father asked, interrupting her daydream. "Oh yes father! I had a wonderful time!" Bulma answered ecstatically. "That's good," he answered. "I noticed you spent a lot of your time with the prince, you even danced with him several times." Bulma blushed brightly and thanked the gods that it was dark and her father could not see her embarrased expression. "Yes...uh…. well he is quite the gentleman and asked me to dance with him." She said, trying not to reveal her embarrassment. "He asked you to sit at his table as well? You must have been the belle of the ball, not to mention making every young woman on Vegetasei turn bright green with jealousy!" This made Bulma's face a deep crimson, so red, all the blood in her body must have gone to her face. "Father!" she exclaimed. Dr. Briefs just laughed as they pulled up to their house.
After everyone had gone to sleep, Bulma stayed awake in her room, brushing her hair and thinking about Vegeta. 'How can you define this…yearning? I've never felt any feelings like this before.' Bulma paused in her brushing and sighed. 'I long for his closeness, but how can he desire me so? I am nothing but a common girl; he could have anyone he could imagine. I have no doubt there are beautiful, exotic women more desirable than I.' She thought sadly. 'He is most likely disillusioned. I will speak to him about this on the morrow, I need my rest if I am to face this disappointment.' With her new fear of rejection, Bulma went to sleep that night with a heavy burden on her conscious.
The sun rose early the next morning, the purple rays turning red, to pink, to finally a golden yellow. The birds woke with a sweet song, greeting the day and flew tree to tree, twittering happily. As Bulma's eyes opened, she briefly thought the previous nights events had been but a mere dream. Alas, they were not. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and looked about her room. 'Today…today I will uncover the truth of his feelings.' She thought as she got out of the bed and looked for her finest "around the house dress". She found it hanging on the rack behind her door, and put it on. Although it was a plain dress, it was very becoming on Bulma. It was a gray color, and two leather strings held the front together. She slipped on her shoes and went downstairs to find her mother cooking her father's breakfast. "Good morning mother, how are you?" Bulma asked, going to kiss her mother. "Quite well darling," her mother said returning the kiss. "Today looks like it will be a beautiful day." "Aye," Bulma replied. "I believe I will spend the day in the woods." She said, thinking about Vegeta. "Yes? Well you should take a lunch then, go call your father, his food is almost finished." She said turning the last egg and putting it on a plate. "Okay," Bulma said scampering to call her father. She found him in his lab, tinkering with the preservative. "Discover anything new father?" Bulma asked. Dr. Briefs put down the test tube and sighed. "No Bulma, I haven't, but have notice the color has change from an interesting pee yellow to a sick, fecal green." He said sarcastically. "Eww father that is positively revolting!!" Bulma shrieked. "Get that demonic substance away!" Dr. Briefs laughed and said, "Well the color isn't so bad once you smell it, and it almost made my hair turn white!" "More than it already is!? Impossible!" Bulma kidded. They both shared an amused chuckle. "Well mother says your breakfast is ready, come get it before it is too cold okay?" Bulma said. "Alright, I will be there momentarily." Bulma skipped off to the kitchen to make a lunch for two. She packed two quail egg sandwiches with strips of rabbit jerky. 'I hope Vegeta likes my food.' She thought hopefully, covering the basket with a cloth. "Mother, I will be back later this evening!" Bulma shouted, walking out the door. "Alright! Be careful!" her father shouted. Bulma looked for the path that took her to the small pond under her giant acorn tree, and took off as quickly as she could.
"Where are you going your highness? Today you have your falconry lessons!" Vegeta's tutor said chasing him down the hall. "Today I have some important business to attend to, take a break for once." Vegeta said, walking faster. "Y-yes your highness." The tutor said, stopping in his tracks to watch Vegeta disappear out he castle gates. 'Grr, I hope I am not late,' he though, looking at the sun. 'She best wait for me if she knows what's good for her.' He thought impatiently as he took off running through the woods.
Bulma sat on the grass, trailing her fingers through the clear pond water and sighed to herself. 'I hope I am wrong.' She thought. 'I like him too much. Whether it be the danger or his frightening charm, I cannot resist him.' She looked to the sky and watched the clouds float and form odd shapes in the sky. 'I hope he feels the same.' "Why do you look so sorrowful?" a rough voice said behind her. Bulma turned her head frightened, but when she saw who it was, she softened. "You came," she said. "I knew you would." Vegeta walked over and sat down next to her. "Yes, well when I awoke, I feared you were an illusion. I am glad you are not." He said, fiddling with his boots. "Prince Vegeta?" Bulma asked timidly. "Just Vegeta please." He said. "Oh, okay, can I ask you a question Vegeta?" she re-phrased. "Yes you may, ask away." He said. Bulma looked down shyly. "Well, I was wondering, since we just met last night and all, I was kind of wondering… why you wanted to see me again." She said quickly, looking away. She didn't want to look at him while he answered for fear her heart would be broken. Vegeta looked stunned. It wasn't an unjustifiable question; he himself didn't know the answer. They had just been strangely drawn to each other, it's not like he could have fought it. Sometimes when you meet someone, you just become instantly attracted to him or her, regardless of place or timing. Love at first sight, did anyone still believe in that? Vegeta looked at Bulma and said they only thing he could possibly think of. "Well, you don't care that I'm a prince, and you don't act stuck up like the other girls in the castle. Beside you're really pretty." 'He thinks I'm pretty? I suppose that's a good answer.' She thought. "Vegeta, I don't care if you were a prince or a gypsy. I would like you just the same either way." She said truthfully. Vegeta smiled and took her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "And I wouldn't care if you were a witches daughter or the queen of heaven." They smiled and laughed happily, like children their age should laugh.
Things went well like this for about two to three months. Vegeta would skip his classes and sneak out of the castle to visit Bulma and they would spend the day in the forest together. They would swim in the pond, talk, eat or cuddle. They were beginning to become very close and both eagerly looked forward to the next time they saw each other. On one of the visits it grew later than expected and it was time to bid their farewells. "Goodnight Bulma, I hope you had a nice time today." Vegeta said giving Bulma a warm embrace. "I did Vegeta, thank you for taking time to spend the day with me." "It is nothing, I will see you here again tomorrow?" he asked. Bulma nodded and stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the lips. "I will miss you." She said. He looked into her eyes and stroked her hair. "My beautiful quail dove, I will miss you too. Give me another one of your sweet kisses." He said. She parted her lips and gave him a long, sweet kiss, growing bold and delving her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back and held her tighter. "I'll be here tomorrow love chicken, see you then." Bulma said, running off and blew him a kiss.
When Vegeta arrived at the castle, it was already nine o' clock, and his father was waiting in the main hall. "Where have you been boy? Your tutors say you have not been attending your classes or training." Vegeta put on a cold face, but it was hard because he was so happy from being with Bulma. "Leave me be father, I am not in a mood for your arrogance." Vegeta said ignoring his father's question. "You dare take on that tone with me young man? How about we send you on your purging mission a little earlier than planned?" his father threatened. The purging mission! Vegeta has forgotten about that! "Or how about we put you in Frieza's army so you can come back big and strong?" his father mocked. "Yes I think that will do quite well, guards, prepare him for the mission. I think I'd like him to leave tomorrow morning." 'Oh no!' Vegeta thought frantically. 'Bulma! I cannot leave her!' "I am going nowhere father!" Vegeta said defiantly, standing up to his father. Vegeta was quite short, but then the king was short too. Vegeta came up to about his fathers shoulder. "What did you say?" his father asked, beginning to anger. "I said I was going nowhere." Vegeta said narrowing his eyes. Quicker than a blink of an eye his father used super speed and grabbed him by his cape and threw him against the wall, sending a red ki blast at him. Vegeta hit the wall hard and the ki blast hit even harder. His armor had cracked and blood dripped from his mouth. "You disgust me boy, get out of my sight. You are on the first pod to the closest planet in the morning. I expect it to be purged in three days." His father whipped his cape around and stomped away. Vegeta cursed and let himself be taken away by the guards. 'Bulma…I will come back…I promise.' He thought before he slipped into the black depths of unconsciousness.
When Bulma arrived home, she went straight to her room and fell asleep. The day had been long, and she wanted to sleep so she could see Vegeta in the morning. As she drifted off, she dreamt of her and Vegeta, laughing, holding each other, enjoying life and letting nothing stand in their way
The next morning, Bulma woke extra early. She wanted to get there before Vegeta did and surprise him. By the time she arrived it was ten thirty AM. 'Alright good, he hasn't come yet,' she thought. She sat on the ground and waited. About an hour passed, and still no sign of Vegeta. 'Hmm I wonder why he's late? Maybe he just got caught up in something. I think I'll go swimming while I wait for him.' Bulma stripped down to her bare skin and slipped into the cool water of the pond. She swam for about forty-five minutes until she was too cold to keep going. Still no Vegeta. She got out of the pond and dried off in the warm sun. 'Geez this is getting ridiculous!' she thought. Finally, she fell asleep under the tree waiting for him. When she awoke, the sun was setting and the sky was a deep purple. The two moons could be seen in the distance, one an ivory white, and the other an onyx black. 'Maybe he just….' Bulma cut her self off and began to cry softly. 'Maybe he was too busy.' She slowly got up and walked home, shuffling her feet sadly. For the next couple weeks, Bulma went to their spot and waited until dusk for Vegeta. He never showed. She began to think that what she had previously assumed had come true, that Vegeta had grown tired of her, and she convinced herself that she would never see him again. 'I was a fool to think he cared, he is just like I feared.' She thought sadly. 'A man cares not for a woman, he uses her until he tires, then he moves on to another. I never thought anyone could be so…disposable.' From that moment on, Bulma swore to never let someone into her heart again. She was too hurt. She figured that it was a waste of energy to fall in love, only to have it thrown away as if the emotion was reduced to ash. A boy she had hardly even known, although longed to know, had broken her heart. No…never would she let that happen again. Ever.
Ta da!! Oh yay! That was longer than I expected, but I did it. I am very proud of this one so be sure to R&R if you liked it! I know there a lot of typo's I'm very sorry if they bug the crap out of you. If they're a big deal, I'll try to dispose of them. Thank you for reading!!
Ps: You will not find any Japanese cuss words in my work such as baka, bakayaro, kuso, shimatta, etc. Do not email me asking what they are, because I'll get in trouble. (j/k I'll tell you!)
1 Frozen Chapter 4
1.1 As the heart grows fonder…
As Bulma rode home in her carriage, she thought about the events that had unfolded that night. 'This is all so new!' she thought, feeling a little more mature since that was her first kiss. 'Vegeta is such a good kisser! And he's so cute!' "Did you have a nice time Bulma?" her father asked, interrupting her daydream. "Oh yes father! I had a wonderful time!" Bulma answered ecstatically. "That's good," he answered. "I noticed you spent a lot of your time with the prince, you even danced with him several times." Bulma blushed brightly and thanked the gods that it was dark and her father could not see her embarrased expression. "Yes...uh…. well he is quite the gentleman and asked me to dance with him." She said, trying not to reveal her embarrassment. "He asked you to sit at his table as well? You must have been the belle of the ball, not to mention making every young woman on Vegetasei turn bright green with jealousy!" This made Bulma's face a deep crimson, so red, all the blood in her body must have gone to her face. "Father!" she exclaimed. Dr. Briefs just laughed as they pulled up to their house.
After everyone had gone to sleep, Bulma stayed awake in her room, brushing her hair and thinking about Vegeta. 'How can you define this…yearning? I've never felt any feelings like this before.' Bulma paused in her brushing and sighed. 'I long for his closeness, but how can he desire me so? I am nothing but a common girl; he could have anyone he could imagine. I have no doubt there are beautiful, exotic women more desirable than I.' She thought sadly. 'He is most likely disillusioned. I will speak to him about this on the morrow, I need my rest if I am to face this disappointment.' With her new fear of rejection, Bulma went to sleep that night with a heavy burden on her conscious.
The sun rose early the next morning, the purple rays turning red, to pink, to finally a golden yellow. The birds woke with a sweet song, greeting the day and flew tree to tree, twittering happily. As Bulma's eyes opened, she briefly thought the previous nights events had been but a mere dream. Alas, they were not. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and looked about her room. 'Today…today I will uncover the truth of his feelings.' She thought as she got out of the bed and looked for her finest "around the house dress". She found it hanging on the rack behind her door, and put it on. Although it was a plain dress, it was very becoming on Bulma. It was a gray color, and two leather strings held the front together. She slipped on her shoes and went downstairs to find her mother cooking her father's breakfast. "Good morning mother, how are you?" Bulma asked, going to kiss her mother. "Quite well darling," her mother said returning the kiss. "Today looks like it will be a beautiful day." "Aye," Bulma replied. "I believe I will spend the day in the woods." She said, thinking about Vegeta. "Yes? Well you should take a lunch then, go call your father, his food is almost finished." She said turning the last egg and putting it on a plate. "Okay," Bulma said scampering to call her father. She found him in his lab, tinkering with the preservative. "Discover anything new father?" Bulma asked. Dr. Briefs put down the test tube and sighed. "No Bulma, I haven't, but have notice the color has change from an interesting pee yellow to a sick, fecal green." He said sarcastically. "Eww father that is positively revolting!!" Bulma shrieked. "Get that demonic substance away!" Dr. Briefs laughed and said, "Well the color isn't so bad once you smell it, and it almost made my hair turn white!" "More than it already is!? Impossible!" Bulma kidded. They both shared an amused chuckle. "Well mother says your breakfast is ready, come get it before it is too cold okay?" Bulma said. "Alright, I will be there momentarily." Bulma skipped off to the kitchen to make a lunch for two. She packed two quail egg sandwiches with strips of rabbit jerky. 'I hope Vegeta likes my food.' She thought hopefully, covering the basket with a cloth. "Mother, I will be back later this evening!" Bulma shouted, walking out the door. "Alright! Be careful!" her father shouted. Bulma looked for the path that took her to the small pond under her giant acorn tree, and took off as quickly as she could.
"Where are you going your highness? Today you have your falconry lessons!" Vegeta's tutor said chasing him down the hall. "Today I have some important business to attend to, take a break for once." Vegeta said, walking faster. "Y-yes your highness." The tutor said, stopping in his tracks to watch Vegeta disappear out he castle gates. 'Grr, I hope I am not late,' he though, looking at the sun. 'She best wait for me if she knows what's good for her.' He thought impatiently as he took off running through the woods.
Bulma sat on the grass, trailing her fingers through the clear pond water and sighed to herself. 'I hope I am wrong.' She thought. 'I like him too much. Whether it be the danger or his frightening charm, I cannot resist him.' She looked to the sky and watched the clouds float and form odd shapes in the sky. 'I hope he feels the same.' "Why do you look so sorrowful?" a rough voice said behind her. Bulma turned her head frightened, but when she saw who it was, she softened. "You came," she said. "I knew you would." Vegeta walked over and sat down next to her. "Yes, well when I awoke, I feared you were an illusion. I am glad you are not." He said, fiddling with his boots. "Prince Vegeta?" Bulma asked timidly. "Just Vegeta please." He said. "Oh, okay, can I ask you a question Vegeta?" she re-phrased. "Yes you may, ask away." He said. Bulma looked down shyly. "Well, I was wondering, since we just met last night and all, I was kind of wondering… why you wanted to see me again." She said quickly, looking away. She didn't want to look at him while he answered for fear her heart would be broken. Vegeta looked stunned. It wasn't an unjustifiable question; he himself didn't know the answer. They had just been strangely drawn to each other, it's not like he could have fought it. Sometimes when you meet someone, you just become instantly attracted to him or her, regardless of place or timing. Love at first sight, did anyone still believe in that? Vegeta looked at Bulma and said they only thing he could possibly think of. "Well, you don't care that I'm a prince, and you don't act stuck up like the other girls in the castle. Beside you're really pretty." 'He thinks I'm pretty? I suppose that's a good answer.' She thought. "Vegeta, I don't care if you were a prince or a gypsy. I would like you just the same either way." She said truthfully. Vegeta smiled and took her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "And I wouldn't care if you were a witches daughter or the queen of heaven." They smiled and laughed happily, like children their age should laugh.
Things went well like this for about two to three months. Vegeta would skip his classes and sneak out of the castle to visit Bulma and they would spend the day in the forest together. They would swim in the pond, talk, eat or cuddle. They were beginning to become very close and both eagerly looked forward to the next time they saw each other. On one of the visits it grew later than expected and it was time to bid their farewells. "Goodnight Bulma, I hope you had a nice time today." Vegeta said giving Bulma a warm embrace. "I did Vegeta, thank you for taking time to spend the day with me." "It is nothing, I will see you here again tomorrow?" he asked. Bulma nodded and stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the lips. "I will miss you." She said. He looked into her eyes and stroked her hair. "My beautiful quail dove, I will miss you too. Give me another one of your sweet kisses." He said. She parted her lips and gave him a long, sweet kiss, growing bold and delving her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back and held her tighter. "I'll be here tomorrow love chicken, see you then." Bulma said, running off and blew him a kiss.
When Vegeta arrived at the castle, it was already nine o' clock, and his father was waiting in the main hall. "Where have you been boy? Your tutors say you have not been attending your classes or training." Vegeta put on a cold face, but it was hard because he was so happy from being with Bulma. "Leave me be father, I am not in a mood for your arrogance." Vegeta said ignoring his father's question. "You dare take on that tone with me young man? How about we send you on your purging mission a little earlier than planned?" his father threatened. The purging mission! Vegeta has forgotten about that! "Or how about we put you in Frieza's army so you can come back big and strong?" his father mocked. "Yes I think that will do quite well, guards, prepare him for the mission. I think I'd like him to leave tomorrow morning." 'Oh no!' Vegeta thought frantically. 'Bulma! I cannot leave her!' "I am going nowhere father!" Vegeta said defiantly, standing up to his father. Vegeta was quite short, but then the king was short too. Vegeta came up to about his fathers shoulder. "What did you say?" his father asked, beginning to anger. "I said I was going nowhere." Vegeta said narrowing his eyes. Quicker than a blink of an eye his father used super speed and grabbed him by his cape and threw him against the wall, sending a red ki blast at him. Vegeta hit the wall hard and the ki blast hit even harder. His armor had cracked and blood dripped from his mouth. "You disgust me boy, get out of my sight. You are on the first pod to the closest planet in the morning. I expect it to be purged in three days." His father whipped his cape around and stomped away. Vegeta cursed and let himself be taken away by the guards. 'Bulma…I will come back…I promise.' He thought before he slipped into the black depths of unconsciousness.
When Bulma arrived home, she went straight to her room and fell asleep. The day had been long, and she wanted to sleep so she could see Vegeta in the morning. As she drifted off, she dreamt of her and Vegeta, laughing, holding each other, enjoying life and letting nothing stand in their way
The next morning, Bulma woke extra early. She wanted to get there before Vegeta did and surprise him. By the time she arrived it was ten thirty AM. 'Alright good, he hasn't come yet,' she thought. She sat on the ground and waited. About an hour passed, and still no sign of Vegeta. 'Hmm I wonder why he's late? Maybe he just got caught up in something. I think I'll go swimming while I wait for him.' Bulma stripped down to her bare skin and slipped into the cool water of the pond. She swam for about forty-five minutes until she was too cold to keep going. Still no Vegeta. She got out of the pond and dried off in the warm sun. 'Geez this is getting ridiculous!' she thought. Finally, she fell asleep under the tree waiting for him. When she awoke, the sun was setting and the sky was a deep purple. The two moons could be seen in the distance, one an ivory white, and the other an onyx black. 'Maybe he just….' Bulma cut her self off and began to cry softly. 'Maybe he was too busy.' She slowly got up and walked home, shuffling her feet sadly. For the next couple weeks, Bulma went to their spot and waited until dusk for Vegeta. He never showed. She began to think that what she had previously assumed had come true, that Vegeta had grown tired of her, and she convinced herself that she would never see him again. 'I was a fool to think he cared, he is just like I feared.' She thought sadly. 'A man cares not for a woman, he uses her until he tires, then he moves on to another. I never thought anyone could be so…disposable.' From that moment on, Bulma swore to never let someone into her heart again. She was too hurt. She figured that it was a waste of energy to fall in love, only to have it thrown away as if the emotion was reduced to ash. A boy she had hardly even known, although longed to know, had broken her heart. No…never would she let that happen again. Ever.
Ta da!! Oh yay! That was longer than I expected, but I did it. I am very proud of this one so be sure to R&R if you liked it! I know there a lot of typo's I'm very sorry if they bug the crap out of you. If they're a big deal, I'll try to dispose of them. Thank you for reading!!