A/N: Well, hello again! Sorry that it has taken me practically forever to get this chapter out but here it is and there it is. Well everyone is still getting ready and Trunks is having the most interesting conversations with himself!
For the Love of the Princessby: Psylocke
Chapter 6
"What's taking her so long?" Krillin looked at his gold watch, "She said all she had to do was put on her dress and do her hair and make-up. I thought she'd be done by now."
"Calm down," Juuhachi finished applying her lipstick, "She's just probably twirling around in front of the mirror."
"Well, she can twirl around all she wants when we get there. We have to get going."
"Alright. Edgar!" the tall butler came immediately.
"Yes Duchess?"
"Please go tell Marron to please come down now, we are about to leave."
"Yes madam," he bowed slightly and walked up the staircase to Marron's room. He knocked on the door.
"Come in," Marron said as she sorted through her jewelry.
He slowly opened the door, "Lady Marron, it is time to go."
"Thank you Edgar. I'll be right down," Edgar closed the door and went back down stairs.
'Which one should I wear?' Marron looked at the sapphire necklace in her left hand and the emerald one in her right. She held both of them up to her neck, 'This isn't a hard choice.' She put the sapphire one back in to her jewelry box and placed the emerald one around her neck.
"There," she smiled at her reflection. She made sure every flaxen curl was in its place atop her head. She did one last spin in front of the mirror, "Perfect. Just perfect." She grabbed her small purse and headed down stairs.
'There is now way Trunks can resist me,' she thought, 'Queen Marron. I like the sound of that!'
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"There, you are finished," Helga stepped back to see her masterpiece, "Well now, Pan, look in the mirror." Helga had just finished Pan's make-up and hair. The princess rose from her seat and walked over to her tall mirror.
"Wow," Pan looked at the lady in the mirror. She wore an iridescent orange, spaghetti-strapped, sparkly satin gown. The sequins and beadwork shimmered in the light. The gown flowed down to the floor, concealing her matching heels. Her hair was left down to flow freely in loose curls and it was adorned with golden hair clips. Her lids were a sparkly gold, her cheeks were brushed with a shimmering powder and her lips were glossed
"You look gorgeous," Helga approved of her work, "I hardly recognize you."
Pan smiled. She never liked the process of beautification but she always like the end result. Something caught her eye. She turned her attention away from the mirror to look out the glass doors that lead to her balcony.
"Look at that," Pan opened the glass doors and walked out. She admired what she saw in front of her.
"Hmmm?" Helga followed the princess, wondering what was out there.
"Just look at it, so picturesque," Pan pointed to the setting sun. The sky was illuminated with brilliant shades of red, orange, yellow and pink, "I haven't seen a sunset this beautiful for years."
"I remember when you were young," Helga reminisced, "Every time I was looking for you, I'd find you out here, watching the sun set."
"Yeah. There was one day when I was about eight, I remember walking home and seeing a sunset just like this one. That's why I asked to switch rooms with Goten because this balcony faced the setting sun. I use to watch the sun every afternoon to see if I could see a sunset as beautiful as the one I saw that day but I never did. Until now, that is," Pan sighed.
"Well, that's why I chose that dress for you," Helga pointed out, "You love those colors."
"Yeah, orange and red." Pan looked back up at the sky.
Videl entered Pan's room and walked over to the balcony doors. "There you are, Helga. Will you make sure Goten is ready, we're about to leave?" asked Videl.
"Yes ma'am," Helga bowed and left.
"My goodness, Pan, you look amazing."
"Thanks," Pan turned around to face her mother, "Do I really look okay?"
"Of course," Videl was holding two velvet boxes, one big and one small, "But two things are missing."
"Huh? What?" Pan looked over her dress, "What's missing?"
"Follow me," Videl led Pan back in to the room, "Stand in front of the mirror." Pan obeyed while Videl opened the smaller box.
"This," Videl placed a diamond necklace around Pan's neck, "This was my mother's, she gave it to me when I was about your age, and now, I give it to you."
"It's beautiful," Pan touched the necklace.
"And this," Videl opened the larger box, revealing a crown engulfed by diamonds, rubies, and garnet gemstones, "This is your crown."
"I have a crown?!" Pan looked at the shimmering crown that was placed upon her head.
"You are a princess, after all," Videl smiled at Pan's excitement, "And every princess needs a crown."
Pan was speechless. A guard came to the door.
"Your highnesses," he bowed, "The airship is ready to be boarded."
"Thank you," Videl looked at her daughter, "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's go."
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Couples danced in circles across the floor. Many nobles were still arriving; their names were announced as they arrived.
"Where are they?" the aqua haired princess kept looking toward the top of the staircase, as she danced with the many noblemen, hoping to finally see her friends and most of all, her prince. "Man, I'm getting so nervous. I hope they get her soon. I wonder how Trunks is dealing with the wait?" She tried to peer over the many people. She saw him; he too was staring at the top of the staircase.
"She's not here yet," Trunks sighed and sat on his throne, "The wait is killing me. Come on Trunks, you got to relax. How can I relax? I haven't seen her in ten years! What if she's hideous looking? No, that can't be. Trunks, you gotta think positive man. Yeah, I gotta think positive. Pan is going to be gorgeous. What if I freeze when she's talking to me? Impossible, you're Trunks. Prince Trunks to be exact, I'm one suave guy. Oh yeah!" Trunks nodded his head, "One suave guy."
"Boy, I don't mean to interrupt the intellectual conversation that you are having between you and yourself but, believe or not, it isn't strange in this time and day to converse with another living being besides yourself," Vegeta hinted.
"Huh?" Trunks looked at his father with a confused gaze.
"I said, stop talking to yourself!" Vegeta translated.
"Right! I will stop talking to myself. People will start to think I'm crazy. Did you hear that Trunks, I guess will have to continue our conversation some other time. Some other time? What if there is no other time? Your right man, we got to keep on talking now, so…" Trunks continued his discussion with himself.
Vegeta shook his head, "The boy is hopeless. He's got it bad."
The little fat man who was announcing the guests at the top of the staircase cleared his throat, "From the Son Kingdom…"
Bra and Trunks suddenly looked toward the top of the staircase.
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Well, that is chapter 6! Last chapter I said Pan and Trunks and all the others would meet in this chapter but I lied. Bad me. Actually, I thought this chapter would get too big if I did. Soooo… that means you must wait!!! HAHAHA!!!! But I won't take months to get the next chapter out like I did this one.
Review or face the consequences!!! MWUHAHAHA!!! What are the consequences, you ask? Well… um… I'm not sure yet but, it'll be very bad and terrible and… uh… bad! So review!!!
