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Title: Defying Destiny
Author: Raen
Summery: AU dbz/ccs crossover. (I steal a few ideas from sleeping beauty, but the story wont be as simple) As time brings the couples (mostly Bra/Goten and Sakura/Syaoran) together, destiny is tearing them apart. An evil witch/woman with a grudge against Bulma puts a curse on the Princess (Bra) on her Nameday, so she is hidden away in a small village, where she falls in love, but as her One and Twentieth birthday rolls around she must return to the palace where she is betrothed to be married, and cursed to die...
A/N: I only started writing this yesterday, and I've got other fics to write as well, (read my other fics!) so chapters might be a bit slow, reviews will make me smile and support is appreciated, When i say Moon its a fancy way of saying month, incase you didn't know, okay, on with the story...
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~~~~~  Prologue to Defying Destiny  ~~~~~
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The rich, dark purple velvet stretched tightly over Bulmas stomach. The sleaves of the dress, the Queens dress, her dress, fell almost covering the hand she held on the slight bulge below her ribs. "My child" she thought happily, "My second child". She was in her second Moon of pregnancy, and had learnt she was so half a Moon ago, she had yet to tell the father, her love, the king. She was not surprised he hadn't noticed, she had been in her eighth month with her first child, his son, before he realised something was different, and asked her if she'd put on weight. It was so like him, she knew she should be used to it by now. Yet she had yelled and screamed and broken the most expensive china plate -the one with golden dragons chasing each other round the rim- in the palace, smashed it over his egoistical head. Then -after he left, rubbing his forehead- continued to break many of the cheaper, but still expensive, crockery, until her favourite Lady-in-Waiting, and her best friend Chichi, had grabbed both her wrists an talked sense into her; That men were, and always would be, stuck up pigs, especially kings, especially Vegita, and breaking plates against walls would not change anything. Except that Chichi would have to put in an order for new plates to be made, as the other ones were most probably beyond repair. Bulma sighed, and, reluctantly, agreed, after pointing out that Chichi was -very happily- married to Goku, who was never a stuck up pig and what did she know about it anyway? Chichi then replied that being married to Goku was not as easy as one might think, and if Bulma didn't calm down she'd have to get out her frying pan. Bulma did calm down, not because she'd been threatened -no one would dare thump the Queen over the head with a frying pan- but because she was eight months pregnant, and was tired.
One Moon later, she gave birth to a son, Vegita's heir. She swore that she would do everything in her power to make certain that he didn't turn out like his father .Although she loved him, one Vegita was enough. Too much, at times, as the local potters would tell any who asked, they got the most business from the palace than anywhere else in the kingdom, and were experts at plate repairs.
 So the prince, named Prince Trunks Vegita Thrace Vellore Neptur Cosmo Daruk, (It was tradition for the Royal family to have seven names, although everyone just called him Trunks, or Brat, in his fathers case) now six years old, had grown up, resembling his father in some ways, his mother in other, but was mostly himself. His people grew to love him, and a few commoners knew him personally, as he had a knack for climbing out his window at night, and being found sleeping in barns, and farms, but mostly near bakeries, the next morning. The young prince would smile his I'm-so- cute-please-give-me-breakfast smile, be given a free breakfast and sent home, only to be given another breakfast before either attending his lessons, 'Boooooriiiiing' yawned the Prince, or escaping again to Chichi's house, given yet another breakfast, and then spending the rest of the day -or until he got caught- playing with Chichi's second son, his best friend Goten, who was a year younger than him.
 Bulma smiled at the memories, and stroked her stomach again. This child would be a girl, she could feel the knowledge of it in her veins. Moving to the balcony overlooking the vast palace gardens, she watched the first stars come out.
*Bulma* a voice whispered *Buulmaaa*
Bulma spun round, expecting to see someone. "Who's there?" she called.
*Bulmaa, iiii've foooound youuuu aaaat laaaast* she voice hissed. Bulma knotted her brow together.
"That's Your Highness to you" She said, trying not to sound scared, there was something about that voice...something eerily familiar... Usually she disliked being called Your Highness, or Majesty or Splendour, or whatever silly title was laid upon her after she become Queen, but that voice...
*It won't go unpunished* The voice was husky, and only just identifiable as female.
"What won't?" Bulma clutched the marble rail surrounding the balcony so hard her knuckles were as white as the marble itself.
*I was stolen from many years ago. Watch out for me Bulma, I'll be seeing you shortly, and when I do...* An icy wind, colder than any early autumn should have been, swept through her, seeking to freeze her very soul and steal it from her body. Then it was over, the voice gone, and though the wind was warm around her, Bulma shivered.
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Thats the end of the prolouge, Smile, review and wait for the next chapter everybody
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Title: Defying Destiny
Author: Raen
Summery: AU dbz/ccs crossover. (I steal a few ideas from sleeping beauty, but the story wont be as simple) As time brings the couples (mostly Bra/Goten and Sakura/Syaoran) together, destiny is tearing them apart. An evil witch/woman with a grudge against Bulma puts a curse on the Princess (Bra) on her Nameday, so she is hidden away in a small village, where she falls in love, but as her One and Twentieth birthday rolls around she must return to the palace where she is betrothed to be married, and cursed to die...
A/N: I only started writing this yesterday, and I've got other fics to write as well, (read my other fics!) so chapters might be a bit slow, reviews will make me smile and support is appreciated, When i say Moon its a fancy way of saying month, incase you didn't know, okay, on with the story...
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~~~~~  Prologue to Defying Destiny  ~~~~~
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**************************************************
The rich, dark purple velvet stretched tightly over Bulmas stomach. The sleaves of the dress, the Queens dress, her dress, fell almost covering the hand she held on the slight bulge below her ribs. "My child" she thought happily, "My second child". She was in her second Moon of pregnancy, and had learnt she was so half a Moon ago, she had yet to tell the father, her love, the king. She was not surprised he hadn't noticed, she had been in her eighth month with her first child, his son, before he realised something was different, and asked her if she'd put on weight. It was so like him, she knew she should be used to it by now. Yet she had yelled and screamed and broken the most expensive china plate -the one with golden dragons chasing each other round the rim- in the palace, smashed it over his egoistical head. Then -after he left, rubbing his forehead- continued to break many of the cheaper, but still expensive, crockery, until her favourite Lady-in-Waiting, and her best friend Chichi, had grabbed both her wrists an talked sense into her; That men were, and always would be, stuck up pigs, especially kings, especially Vegita, and breaking plates against walls would not change anything. Except that Chichi would have to put in an order for new plates to be made, as the other ones were most probably beyond repair. Bulma sighed, and, reluctantly, agreed, after pointing out that Chichi was -very happily- married to Goku, who was never a stuck up pig and what did she know about it anyway? Chichi then replied that being married to Goku was not as easy as one might think, and if Bulma didn't calm down she'd have to get out her frying pan. Bulma did calm down, not because she'd been threatened -no one would dare thump the Queen over the head with a frying pan- but because she was eight months pregnant, and was tired.
One Moon later, she gave birth to a son, Vegita's heir. She swore that she would do everything in her power to make certain that he didn't turn out like his father .Although she loved him, one Vegita was enough. Too much, at times, as the local potters would tell any who asked, they got the most business from the palace than anywhere else in the kingdom, and were experts at plate repairs.
 So the prince, named Prince Trunks Vegita Thrace Vellore Neptur Cosmo Daruk, (It was tradition for the Royal family to have seven names, although everyone just called him Trunks, or Brat, in his fathers case) now six years old, had grown up, resembling his father in some ways, his mother in other, but was mostly himself. His people grew to love him, and a few commoners knew him personally, as he had a knack for climbing out his window at night, and being found sleeping in barns, and farms, but mostly near bakeries, the next morning. The young prince would smile his I'm-so- cute-please-give-me-breakfast smile, be given a free breakfast and sent home, only to be given another breakfast before either attending his lessons, 'Boooooriiiiing' yawned the Prince, or escaping again to Chichi's house, given yet another breakfast, and then spending the rest of the day -or until he got caught- playing with Chichi's second son, his best friend Goten, who was a year younger than him.
 Bulma smiled at the memories, and stroked her stomach again. This child would be a girl, she could feel the knowledge of it in her veins. Moving to the balcony overlooking the vast palace gardens, she watched the first stars come out.
*Bulma* a voice whispered *Buulmaaa*
Bulma spun round, expecting to see someone. "Who's there?" she called.
*Bulmaa, iiii've foooound youuuu aaaat laaaast* she voice hissed. Bulma knotted her brow together.
"That's Your Highness to you" She said, trying not to sound scared, there was something about that voice...something eerily familiar... Usually she disliked being called Your Highness, or Majesty or Splendour, or whatever silly title was laid upon her after she become Queen, but that voice...
*It won't go unpunished* The voice was husky, and only just identifiable as female.
"What won't?" Bulma clutched the marble rail surrounding the balcony so hard her knuckles were as white as the marble itself.
*I was stolen from many years ago. Watch out for me Bulma, I'll be seeing you shortly, and when I do...* An icy wind, colder than any early autumn should have been, swept through her, seeking to freeze her very soul and steal it from her body. Then it was over, the voice gone, and though the wind was warm around her, Bulma shivered.
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Thats the end of the prolouge, Smile, review and wait for the next chapter everybody