The Destiny of a Lost Princess

The Destiny of a Lost Princess

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, please don't sue me, you won't get much, I assure you… Me is broke…

Note: Okay this was a little something that was concocted in my own head. Don't think it's a role playing type thing cuz that's NOT what it is… I thought I'd be kinda cool to write a story bout the Princess Prince Vegeta was SUPPOSED to marry before his kingdom was destroyed… (You know how most princes/princesses were engaged from the day they were born… demo, I thought it was all right…) This is my first non-crossover so go easy on me *is better at writing crossovers* Oh… and I started this a while ago so if later on, you notice a change in style, that's why all right? Anyway, that's all I gotta go for now cept for email me!! pokahydee@hotmail.com

Chapter 1 – The Meeting…

"Master Frieza is on his way, your Majesty." A man said, bowing before King Vegeta, the King of his planet. His smoothed back his spiky black hair only to have it pop back up.

"When will he be arriving?" King Vegeta asked, scratching his chin.

"It will be at least three months." The guard said, his brown tail wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Three months..." King Vegeta trailed off.

"Hai, sire, three months, at least." He repeated.

"Very well, leave me now." King Vegeta said, sitting down on his throne.

-Elsewhere in the palace-

"I'm tired of being stuck in this stupid place," A small boy said. "I have to get out of here." The boy was about six years old and had the same spiky hair as King Vegeta with the widow's peak in the front. Her wore a cape and royal armor. A ball of energy formed in the palm of the boy's hand, giving off blue glow. He looked at the wall to his bedroom and thought that it would be more effective if he threw it down the hall to attract the guards. He opened his door a crack, making sure that the guards didn't see him. He took the energy ball and threw it as hard as he could down the long hallway.

"What was that?" A man yelled, seeing the explosion down the hallway. He left his post and went running down the hall along with several other Guards.

"That was almost too easy." The boy said to himself. He left his room and crept around through the palace until he came to the closest exit. It wasn't a main exit so he crept past the sleeping Guard rather easily.

-Sakora-

"Can I go play?" She asked the neighbor that had taken her in after her mother's death.

"I don't think so, Sakora." The man said.

"Why not?" She asked, looking up at the man with a questioning look on her face.

"I can't be bothered with children." He said, he stood up and walked to his room and closed the door.

"I don't have to listen to him, I'm going to find my Mommy." Sakora said. "They took her away so I have to find her." She tip-toed to the front door and opened it without so much as a groan from the floor or a creak of the door. She closed the door behind her silently and walked down through the town. It was the same place she had always lived but somehow it seemed different. She was just a child so she didn't know what was going on. The alert was on, the Prince was missing and all of the Saiyajin's had been ordered to search and find the Prince.

"We have to find Prince Vegeta." Sakora heard a voice behind her. 'Who's Prince Vegeta?' Sakora thought to herself when she felt someone grab her from behind. Before she could cry out, she felt his hand covering her mouth. She tried to pull away from her captor, but he was too strong.

"Shh." She heard from the person holding her. She struggled until he let her go. He had pulled her into an alley away from the people busy searching for the Prince.

"Who are you?" She demanded, spinning around to see a boy, about a year older than herself, wearing a cape and armor. He had dark brown hair that was spiked straight up and black eyes that seemed to bore a hole in hers. Both of his arms were crossed over his chest and a smirk spread across his face.

"I am Prince Vegeta!" The boy said, arrogantly. He pushed her to the ground. "Bow before me you low class soldier."

"Owe, that hurt!" Sakora said, rubbing her behind that she had fallen on. She stood up and didn't back down as his coal black eyes bore into her bright green ones.

"I said.." He started, but was on the ground before he could finish.

"I don't take orders from anyone." Sakora said firmly. "My mother said to do what I think is right, and I don't think it's right of you to order me around!"

"I'll get you for that one!" The Prince barked, lunging at her. She had never really trained to be a fighter, but her instincts kicked in and she dodged seconds before she would have been hit by his fist.

"How'd I do that?" Sakora said to herself. She was only a child so she didn't know about the Saiyajin instincts.

"Humph!" Prince Vegeta said, crossing his arms over his chest once again. "You're just lucky, I guess." He said with arrogance in his voice.

"Why'd you grab me!" Sakora demanded.

"Because I felt like it." He said, his eyes closed with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Leave me alone." Sakora said, turning away from him. She turned to leave, but Prince Vegeta appeared in front of her.

"You're not going anywhere." He said, looking down at her, his eyes narrowed.

"I'll go where I want." She said, brushing past him. She almost made it to the entrance of the alley when she felt herself being lifted off the ground.

"You're not going anywhere," He said, as he floated off the ground. "I left and I'm not ready to go back yet. I can't let you spoil my fun."

"Put me down!" She was kicking and yelling, trying to get someone's attention. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach and looked down to see Prince Vegeta's fist buried deep in her stomach. The air rushed out of her lungs and she fell silent, flying through the air on the shoulder of Prince Vegeta.

-In the palace-

"Any sign of him?" King Vegeta asked, his Guards, not too worried.

"Not a trace." The Guard said.

"That's my boy, disappear without a trace." King Vegeta said.

"You taught him well, sire, but shouldn't you be getting a little worried?" The Guard asked, kneeling before the King.

"He'll survive," King Vegeta said. "He is a Prince and he knows how to take care of himself. Let him stay out there for a few more hours, he'll be back. I promise."

"Very well, sire," The Guard said, slowly rising to his feet. "We will wait for the Prince's return."

-Prince Vegeta and Sakora-

"Why did you bring me here?" Sakora demanded when they landed near a cave away from everyone. They were out in the middle of nowhere, the two of them. "I want to go home. I'm tired and I'm hungry and I miss my Mommy." Sakora said, tears forming in her already red-rimmed eyes.

"Quite being such a baby!" Prince Vegeta barked, only making her cry louder. "You're staying with me. I don't want them to find me because of some brat that couldn't keep her mouth shut!"

"Take me back!" Sakora demanded, still really upset. She sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I want to go back!" She said, standing up straight. He stood up too and glared down at her. She wasn't intimidated at all, she just glared back up into his cold eyes. He was taller than her by a few inches and was much stronger, but she didn't care, she stood her ground.

"If you want to go back, then go!" He cried. "I'm not stopping you!"

"I'll die out there!" Sakora said, her eyes narrowing more. "It's all dead with no water and I don't know how to fly!!"

"Fly?!?!" Prince Vegeta said. "You can't fly?!?!"

"I… I can't.." she said, looking at the ground.

"All Saiyajin's can fly." He said. "Why can't you?"

"No one ever taught me how. My Mommy didn't want me to grow up fighting like every other Saiyajin." Sakora said, her cheeks turning pink.

"I'll teach you." He said, his expression softening a bit.

"You will?" Sakora said, looking back up at Vegeta. "Really?!?"

"Why not, there's nothing better to do." He said looking very uninterested.

-Sakora's neighbors-

"Where did that little brat go?!?!" Her neighbor demanded, searching through the small house. "I told her not to go anywhere!"

"Open up!!" A voice yelled, pounding on the front door of the man's house.

"Yeah?" He said, opening the door.

"Prince Vegeta is missing." One of the Royal Guards said.

"Missing?!?!" The man said. "How can he be missing?!?!?"

"We think he left the palace without notifying anyone." The Guard said.

"That's funny, that little neighbor brat is gone too," The man said. "She's stayed here since her mother died last week."

"Hmm.." The Guard said, scratching his chin. "They're probably together, then."

"If you find them, keep that little brat," The man said. "She's not welcome here, insubordinate little brat."

-Sakora and Prince Vegeta-

"How's this?" Sakora asked, a ball of blue energy formed in the palm of her hand.

"That's good, now let's see you use it." Prince Vegeta said. They had been in the outdoors for a week or so now. Prince Vegeta would go out and kill something for dinner after a long day of teaching Sakora fighting techniques. 'She picks up on things pretty fast' He thought to himself. She already knew how to fly and was starting to use energy techniques. 'I'm surprised she hasn't left yet. She must really want to learn this stuff.'

"Don't move!!" A voice rang out. Sakora's head whipped around to see a man dressed in armor.

"Who's he?!?!" Sakora asked, seeing the man with a blast of energy in his hand.

"Don't move an inch!!" The Guard yelled, aiming his blast at her.

"It's about time you found me," Prince Vegeta said, arrogantly. "Don't hurt the girl."

"We have specific orders to dispose of her." One of the Guards said.

"I'm the Prince, I want her alive!" Prince Vegeta barked, his anger beginning to build. Sakora had dropped the attack long before and was waiting for them to kill her. Instead, she felt herself being lifted off of her feet. She looked up to see Prince Vegeta flying with her in his arms.

"As you wish, your Majesty." The Guard said, taking off after the Prince.

-At the palace-

"So, you finally decided to come home," King Vegeta said when his son entered the throne room. "Did you have fun on your little outing? Take the girl away."

"Iie!" Prince Vegeta barked. "She's not going anywhere."

"Don't talk back to me." King Vegeta said.

"She's not going anywhere." Prince Vegeta repeated, stepping in front of Sakora. "She's staying with me. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Fine, as you wish," King Vegeta said. "She's your new fiancée. You two will be married in 12 years."

-Weeks later-

Sakora sat in a large bedroom all alone. She was now a Princess and wore an elegant dress that touched the floor. It was so boring, she wasn't allowed to do anything anymore.

"I don't want to be a Princess." She said to the lady that was brushing her hair. Sakora's long brown hair was wavy and almost touched the ground. Her long tail hung loosely behind her and there was a tiara hanging over her forehead.

"You're going to marry the Prince, Sakora. It's a great honor." The woman said, pulling lightly on a knot that had formed. "Don't worry, darling, it's a long way off. By that time, you may even learn to love him."

"I want to go play," Sakora said, putting her chin between her hands. Her green eyes didn't sparkle anymore. They were dull and lifeless since she had become the Princess of the Saiyajin's. "It's so boring here."

"I promise you, it will get better." The woman said, putting the brush down on the vanity.

-Prince Vegeta-

"I don't want to marry her dad." Prince Vegeta complained.

"Too bad, it's either that, or she dies." King Vegeta said.

"But…" He was cut short.

"No buts, I don't want to hear it," King Vegeta said. "You insisted on her living, so you have to live with her. Besides, it's a long time away."

Prince Vegeta grunted and crossed his arms over his chest. He was mad at his father, but he didn't want to see Sakora executed for some reason. He was only six years old, but there was something about her that intrigued him.

-Weeks later-

"Do we still have an agreement about your son?" Frieza asked King Vegeta.

"Hai, Lord Frieza." He said, lowly, biting his tongue to keep from attacking.

"Very good, I'll take him with me now." Frieza said, jumping down from King Vegeta's throne.

"He can't take Prince Vegeta." Sakora said lowly. She had left her room and hidden behind King Vegeta's throne. She wanted to know what was going on. They weren't going to let her out of her room for some reason and she wanted to know why. She couldn't hold herself back anymore. There was something about Prince Vegeta and even at five years old, she could feel it. "Iie!! You can't take him!!" She ran out from behind the throne and attached herself to King Vegeta's leg. "You can't let him take Prince Vegeta!!"

"Prince Vegeta is going, you run along now." King Vegeta said, trying to whisk the child away before Frieza figured out who she was.

"Wait," Frieza said. Turning around, he looked at the small child. "Who is that?"

"Her name's Sakora." King Vegeta said, scooting the girl away.

"And why is she here?" Frieza asked. "Don't lie to me."

"She's the Princess." King Vegeta said reluctantly.

"She shall come along then too." Frieza said, grabbing Sakora by the arm.

"Let me go!" Princess Sakora cried, trying to pull her arm away. "I don't want to go!" Something happened when Princess Sakora became upset. Her long brown hair turned blond and grew in length. She grew in height and began to full in. She looked to be in her early 20's. She became more curvaceous and was very sexy.

"What?!?!" King Vegeta cried, seeing the child grow up in front of him and Frieza. "How is that possible?!?!"

"I don't want to go!" The young woman cried, pulling her arm away from Frieza quite easily. "I'm staying here with Prince Vegeta!!"

"I think not, my dear," Frieza said, floating a few inches off the ground. "The two of you are coming with me."

"No we're not!!" She screamed, lunging at Frieza. She nailed him with punch after punch. Blood flew from his mouth and splashed onto Princess Sakora's elegant dress. She looked down at it and sent Frieza flying into a wall.

"Princess Sakora?!?!" A voice behind her said.

"Prince Vegeta?!?!" She calmed down and fell to the ground unconscious from the strain. Prince Vegeta ran to his Princess's side and picked her up in both of his arms and held her close to him. He thought that she was dead. He reluctantly stood up and walked away from Sakora's limp body to his father's side.

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That's it for this chapter, the next one'll be posted soon… lemme know what you think k? Email me at pokahydee@hotmail.com or just leave a review (that'd probably be the easiest thing ta do).