All right you guys asked for it so I'm back with chapter 2, hope you all
enjoy this. I really appreciated the reviews I have been getting so far
for the first chapter! Thanks guys. ^. ^ Anyway, keep on sendin' me good
reviews and I'll keep up the chapters for you all. Thank you for all those
who have been reading. Keep on readin'! ^. ~
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the DBZ characters.
Title: Taken
Rating: R
Author: MiChan
*~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~*
Last time on 'Taken'
Bulma cried to herself, she didn't want to go to any planet for some prince. She just wanted to be back on Earth again with her Yamcha. They were supposed to marry in a week's time, but they had taken that all away from her. Why did such luck happen to her. She must've been the person with the worst luck ever. She sighed heavily and drifted back to sleep and to dream about being together with Yamcha again.
*~~~~~~~~~~~*
Chapter 2:
*~~~~~~~~~~~*
Bulma woke not knowing if it had been morning, afternoon or evening all she had knew was that she had had a horrible sleep. The bed she was given was the most uncomfortable thing she had ever slept on. It had felt like she was sleeping on a hard rock all night long. She stood up from her bed stretched out her sore back muscles then bent down to rub her sore chained ankle and then sat down on her rough bed again. Bulma gazed out her window and watched as the stars passed by. A sad sigh escaped her lips as lonely thoughts crossed her mind.
A sudden knock on the door and the unlatching of locks interrupted Bulma from her thoughts. She removed her gaze from the window to the opening of the door. A small servant girl standing at about a little less than five foot walked in through the opening of the door with a hanging cart full of dresses. She walked to stand in front of Bulma but never looked her in the eyes, "Miss?"
Bulma stared at the girl strangely. "Yes?" she replied. The girl had seemed to be afraid of something, shaking like a lost child. Bulma placed a hand on her shoulder.
The girl raised her eyes to meet with Bulma's kind ones and felt a little less scared. "I was informed to tell you, that there is a dinner meeting in one hour. Also that you are required to attend ma'am or to be punished otherwise," the girl spoke quickly. "You are to wear the dress I have been given to give to you." She pulled out a light blue dress that would suit Bulma nicely and she placed it on a nearby table walked out of the room so she could get to the other woman and they could as well get ready for the mandatory dinner.
Bulma walked towards where the dress lay and held it up to examine it. She didn't really appreciate the cut very well, but it would have to do. It was short and strapless. "So they want me to go to a dinner meeting in this? What assholes." Bulma tried on the dress, it hugged her curves tightly. "Ugh, this dress is the most uncomfortable thing I have ever worn! It's totally hideous as well." Bulma frowned at the dress.
Within an hour's time, a tall muscular man came in with hair going in every direction. "Ma'am," he called out to her getting her attention. "My name is Kakarott and I will be escorting you to the dining hall tonight as I will be doing for every other meal." He smiled warmly at her.
Bulma gave the man or saiyan named Kakarott a bewildered look. She studied his face, he seemed more gentle and much kinder than the others she had seen. "You seem different from those other, saiyans. There's a look to you," Bulma spoke to him.
"Oh, is that so?" Kakarott questioned. "I guess that has to be cause there was this accident that happened to me when I was younger making me all funny, but it's a long story. Let's go, they are waiting for us." Unlocking the chain to her foot he then held out his arm in offering for her to take it.
"Very well then." Bulma took his arm and they walked out of the little room. The hallways of the ship were filled with paintings. Bulma studied each of the paintings as they walked by. Each painting had a man standing or sitting in a throne with black hair that pointed upwards. A few other paintings were very similar except the man had a beard and appeared to be very much older. 'Hm, very good looking.' Bulma thought to herself. "Who are these paintings of on the walls here Kakarott?" Bulma asked as she turned her head to look at him.
Kakarott looked back down at her and smiled. "They are the paintings of the King and the Prince of Vegeta-sei." A few moments of silence passed until they reached two large doors. "Well, here we are, this will be the dining quarters for you from now on." Kakarott opened the doors and bowed his head in respect.
As Bulma started to walk in to the dining area, Kakarott turned to leave. "Kakarott? Are you leaving?" Bulma had a little worried expression to her face.
Kakarott turned to look at the woman. "Yes, I will be eating with the other saiyans of course, but will be back in time to retrieve you and take you back to your room," with that said, he bowed again and turned to walk away.
Bulma took a deep breath and walked in the rest of the way. About 12 different woman about her age sat at a large rectangular table. There was one seat left at the very end of the right side of the table. Bulma sat down in the remaining seat and placed her elbows on the table. Her eyes wandered as she looked throughout the large room. A hand placed itself on Bulma's shoulder causing her a slight jump. Bulma turned her gaze to the owner of the hand. A woman with long raven black hair smiled back at her holding out her hand to her. "Hi," she spoke softly.
"Oh um, hello," Bulma said taking her hand and smiling back at her.
"My name is ChiChi," the woman said.
"Hi ChiChi, I'm Bulma. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too. So, do you have a clue as to what is going on around here?"
"Oh, yeah. Supposedly they are taking us to be shown to some ass of a prince. He is suppose to choose one of us to be some future queen of their planet." Bulma frowned.
"A prince? How exciting!" ChiChi exclaimed. "To meet a real prince." ChiChi gave a far off look as she thought about the prince.
"Well personally, he sounds like a total jerk to me. Forcefully taking women away from their homes. I always thought prince's were suppose to be charming and they were suppose to sweep you off your feet or something lovely like that."
"Yes, I suppose you are right." ChiChi looked to Bulma and saw tears welling in her eyes. "Are you all right Bulma?"
Bulma lowered her head. "They took me away from life ChiChi, I was suppose to be married in a week. To someone who I was very in love with. They took him away from me, and killed him right before my very own eyes." Tears fell down Bulma's face. She hid her face in her hands.
ChiChi placed her hand on Bulma's back, "I'm so sorry Bulma."
Bulma gave a deep sigh, "I'll make that damn prince pay for this too, just you wait and see." Bulma gave a smirk, alarming ChiChi. The food then came in to interrupt the conversation going on between the two.
"Well, eat up and I'm sure you'll feel better." They opened the top of their dinner trays and to their surprise the food had seemed to look very similar to that of Earth's food.
The women were escorted back to their rooms. Once Bulma was back in her room she started up her plan to get her revenge on the prince. She will make him pay for they did.
Okay! That's the end of Chapter two. I know, kinda short and I guess kinda corny, but I promise to make it up! Please review! ^. ~
MiChan
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the DBZ characters.
Title: Taken
Rating: R
Author: MiChan
*~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~*
Last time on 'Taken'
Bulma cried to herself, she didn't want to go to any planet for some prince. She just wanted to be back on Earth again with her Yamcha. They were supposed to marry in a week's time, but they had taken that all away from her. Why did such luck happen to her. She must've been the person with the worst luck ever. She sighed heavily and drifted back to sleep and to dream about being together with Yamcha again.
*~~~~~~~~~~~*
Chapter 2:
*~~~~~~~~~~~*
Bulma woke not knowing if it had been morning, afternoon or evening all she had knew was that she had had a horrible sleep. The bed she was given was the most uncomfortable thing she had ever slept on. It had felt like she was sleeping on a hard rock all night long. She stood up from her bed stretched out her sore back muscles then bent down to rub her sore chained ankle and then sat down on her rough bed again. Bulma gazed out her window and watched as the stars passed by. A sad sigh escaped her lips as lonely thoughts crossed her mind.
A sudden knock on the door and the unlatching of locks interrupted Bulma from her thoughts. She removed her gaze from the window to the opening of the door. A small servant girl standing at about a little less than five foot walked in through the opening of the door with a hanging cart full of dresses. She walked to stand in front of Bulma but never looked her in the eyes, "Miss?"
Bulma stared at the girl strangely. "Yes?" she replied. The girl had seemed to be afraid of something, shaking like a lost child. Bulma placed a hand on her shoulder.
The girl raised her eyes to meet with Bulma's kind ones and felt a little less scared. "I was informed to tell you, that there is a dinner meeting in one hour. Also that you are required to attend ma'am or to be punished otherwise," the girl spoke quickly. "You are to wear the dress I have been given to give to you." She pulled out a light blue dress that would suit Bulma nicely and she placed it on a nearby table walked out of the room so she could get to the other woman and they could as well get ready for the mandatory dinner.
Bulma walked towards where the dress lay and held it up to examine it. She didn't really appreciate the cut very well, but it would have to do. It was short and strapless. "So they want me to go to a dinner meeting in this? What assholes." Bulma tried on the dress, it hugged her curves tightly. "Ugh, this dress is the most uncomfortable thing I have ever worn! It's totally hideous as well." Bulma frowned at the dress.
Within an hour's time, a tall muscular man came in with hair going in every direction. "Ma'am," he called out to her getting her attention. "My name is Kakarott and I will be escorting you to the dining hall tonight as I will be doing for every other meal." He smiled warmly at her.
Bulma gave the man or saiyan named Kakarott a bewildered look. She studied his face, he seemed more gentle and much kinder than the others she had seen. "You seem different from those other, saiyans. There's a look to you," Bulma spoke to him.
"Oh, is that so?" Kakarott questioned. "I guess that has to be cause there was this accident that happened to me when I was younger making me all funny, but it's a long story. Let's go, they are waiting for us." Unlocking the chain to her foot he then held out his arm in offering for her to take it.
"Very well then." Bulma took his arm and they walked out of the little room. The hallways of the ship were filled with paintings. Bulma studied each of the paintings as they walked by. Each painting had a man standing or sitting in a throne with black hair that pointed upwards. A few other paintings were very similar except the man had a beard and appeared to be very much older. 'Hm, very good looking.' Bulma thought to herself. "Who are these paintings of on the walls here Kakarott?" Bulma asked as she turned her head to look at him.
Kakarott looked back down at her and smiled. "They are the paintings of the King and the Prince of Vegeta-sei." A few moments of silence passed until they reached two large doors. "Well, here we are, this will be the dining quarters for you from now on." Kakarott opened the doors and bowed his head in respect.
As Bulma started to walk in to the dining area, Kakarott turned to leave. "Kakarott? Are you leaving?" Bulma had a little worried expression to her face.
Kakarott turned to look at the woman. "Yes, I will be eating with the other saiyans of course, but will be back in time to retrieve you and take you back to your room," with that said, he bowed again and turned to walk away.
Bulma took a deep breath and walked in the rest of the way. About 12 different woman about her age sat at a large rectangular table. There was one seat left at the very end of the right side of the table. Bulma sat down in the remaining seat and placed her elbows on the table. Her eyes wandered as she looked throughout the large room. A hand placed itself on Bulma's shoulder causing her a slight jump. Bulma turned her gaze to the owner of the hand. A woman with long raven black hair smiled back at her holding out her hand to her. "Hi," she spoke softly.
"Oh um, hello," Bulma said taking her hand and smiling back at her.
"My name is ChiChi," the woman said.
"Hi ChiChi, I'm Bulma. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too. So, do you have a clue as to what is going on around here?"
"Oh, yeah. Supposedly they are taking us to be shown to some ass of a prince. He is suppose to choose one of us to be some future queen of their planet." Bulma frowned.
"A prince? How exciting!" ChiChi exclaimed. "To meet a real prince." ChiChi gave a far off look as she thought about the prince.
"Well personally, he sounds like a total jerk to me. Forcefully taking women away from their homes. I always thought prince's were suppose to be charming and they were suppose to sweep you off your feet or something lovely like that."
"Yes, I suppose you are right." ChiChi looked to Bulma and saw tears welling in her eyes. "Are you all right Bulma?"
Bulma lowered her head. "They took me away from life ChiChi, I was suppose to be married in a week. To someone who I was very in love with. They took him away from me, and killed him right before my very own eyes." Tears fell down Bulma's face. She hid her face in her hands.
ChiChi placed her hand on Bulma's back, "I'm so sorry Bulma."
Bulma gave a deep sigh, "I'll make that damn prince pay for this too, just you wait and see." Bulma gave a smirk, alarming ChiChi. The food then came in to interrupt the conversation going on between the two.
"Well, eat up and I'm sure you'll feel better." They opened the top of their dinner trays and to their surprise the food had seemed to look very similar to that of Earth's food.
The women were escorted back to their rooms. Once Bulma was back in her room she started up her plan to get her revenge on the prince. She will make him pay for they did.
Okay! That's the end of Chapter two. I know, kinda short and I guess kinda corny, but I promise to make it up! Please review! ^. ~
MiChan