The Scar
Chapter 5 -
Thoughts.
Author's Sad Note: *MAJOR sigh* ..Okay I'm sorry. I FINALLY finished school..and So I'm FINALLY done with finals and all. So sorry, sorry, SORRY..for the delay! So Please read and review! I Luf you all!
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Bulma quickly walked over to whence she had came from.
Going through her head was the quick and small conversation she had with the Prince.
'He is so arrogant and cocky...', she frowned but then look at her palm from where he had softly kissed her hand.
She touched her palm to her cheek and found herself leaning against a monument of Archilles, her eyes closed as well.
Abruptly, she pulled herself away from her little fantasy and walked back to the doors.
As soon as her tiny foot stepped against the clear, marble floor; thousands of servants and maids ambushed her.
"Lady Bulma!"; "Over here!" ; "NO! Here!"; "We must hurry!"
Was all that could be heard from their little raid.
Bulma was soon pushed into a small room and shoved into a cushioned, English chair.
The maids where fixing her hair, giving her massages, manicuring her nails and such.
Bulma relaxed, she settled snuggly against the chair, when it finally hit her.
What was the meaning of all this?
She sat up with a jolt, "What are you doing?!?"
All the maids exchanged looks then one of them laughed.
The one who laughed was the head maid, Lacinda spoke first; "We are to get you ready from the ball, me lady. Are you sure your alright?"
Bulma laughed as well, "Yes I'm perfectly fine! Please do continue.", and she relaxed again with relief.
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Vegeta still was standing where the young wooman had left her.
'She's hiding something deep, and dark.', he thought.
To him, it would only be fair if he helped her.
Sort of like a counselor, he continued to think.
Then his thoughts drifted onto Bulma.
How ordinary her clothes looked, but her beauty was natural.
No make-up to hid the fakeness, no color to change the effects.
As he was also in his own little world, he though of her and only her.
'I wonder...', he began and soon was interrupted.
"Prince Vegeta! You must come and get ready! The ball begins soon!", Vegeta's personal adviser persued.
Vegeta turned around to glare at him; but instead went with a long sigh.
He slowly walked back into the corridors and into his chamber.
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"There! Done!", Lacinda turned Bulma around in her chair to look at herself in the three-sided mirror.
"Wow..", was all Bulma could managed to say.
She wore a plain but elegant, light purple gown with draping lacey, sleeves.
Her hair was up and pinned but left a few hairs down at her nape.
Bulma stepped closer to the mirror and touched the glass.
"Is this really me?", she wondered out loud.
Lacinda gave a full-hearted laugh.
"Yes, indeed it is. No lie."
Bulma turned around and smiled.
"Thank you ever so much. I never..even begun to imagine I would live wonderously..and wear expensive clothes..and.."
She saw Lacinda sit down, "My apologies. I did not mean to bore you."
Lacinda smiled, baring her teeth and her few missing ones.
"No, I'm just amused. by the way, I saw those clothes you had..those rags! Where did you come from..?", Lacinda asked.
There was no mistake in seeing a strip of pain wash over Bulma's face.
"They..they were my old..riding clothes!", Bulma lied.
She would never tell of her past.
Of what she went through, and what she had left behind.
Lacinda looked at Bulma suspiciously, "Aye, I must go now. I hope to see you downstairs soon. It begins in exactly ten minutes."
Bulma nodded, and watched at Lacinda walked out the doors.
She walked over to the plushed couch and tried to sit down commfortably, but the clothes wouldn't allow it.
'I wonder what he is doing right now..'
'What if he..he comes and finds me?', Bulma thought.
She didn't even want to think of him again.
He was cruel and unrulely.
'Nah..what chance of that? Be positive Bulma!", she told herself and stood up.
She decided that she would want to make a grand entrance.
So she walked through the doors cheerfully.
Chapter 5 -
Thoughts.
Author's Sad Note: *MAJOR sigh* ..Okay I'm sorry. I FINALLY finished school..and So I'm FINALLY done with finals and all. So sorry, sorry, SORRY..for the delay! So Please read and review! I Luf you all!
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Bulma quickly walked over to whence she had came from.
Going through her head was the quick and small conversation she had with the Prince.
'He is so arrogant and cocky...', she frowned but then look at her palm from where he had softly kissed her hand.
She touched her palm to her cheek and found herself leaning against a monument of Archilles, her eyes closed as well.
Abruptly, she pulled herself away from her little fantasy and walked back to the doors.
As soon as her tiny foot stepped against the clear, marble floor; thousands of servants and maids ambushed her.
"Lady Bulma!"; "Over here!" ; "NO! Here!"; "We must hurry!"
Was all that could be heard from their little raid.
Bulma was soon pushed into a small room and shoved into a cushioned, English chair.
The maids where fixing her hair, giving her massages, manicuring her nails and such.
Bulma relaxed, she settled snuggly against the chair, when it finally hit her.
What was the meaning of all this?
She sat up with a jolt, "What are you doing?!?"
All the maids exchanged looks then one of them laughed.
The one who laughed was the head maid, Lacinda spoke first; "We are to get you ready from the ball, me lady. Are you sure your alright?"
Bulma laughed as well, "Yes I'm perfectly fine! Please do continue.", and she relaxed again with relief.
_____________________________________________________________
Vegeta still was standing where the young wooman had left her.
'She's hiding something deep, and dark.', he thought.
To him, it would only be fair if he helped her.
Sort of like a counselor, he continued to think.
Then his thoughts drifted onto Bulma.
How ordinary her clothes looked, but her beauty was natural.
No make-up to hid the fakeness, no color to change the effects.
As he was also in his own little world, he though of her and only her.
'I wonder...', he began and soon was interrupted.
"Prince Vegeta! You must come and get ready! The ball begins soon!", Vegeta's personal adviser persued.
Vegeta turned around to glare at him; but instead went with a long sigh.
He slowly walked back into the corridors and into his chamber.
_____________________________________________________________
"There! Done!", Lacinda turned Bulma around in her chair to look at herself in the three-sided mirror.
"Wow..", was all Bulma could managed to say.
She wore a plain but elegant, light purple gown with draping lacey, sleeves.
Her hair was up and pinned but left a few hairs down at her nape.
Bulma stepped closer to the mirror and touched the glass.
"Is this really me?", she wondered out loud.
Lacinda gave a full-hearted laugh.
"Yes, indeed it is. No lie."
Bulma turned around and smiled.
"Thank you ever so much. I never..even begun to imagine I would live wonderously..and wear expensive clothes..and.."
She saw Lacinda sit down, "My apologies. I did not mean to bore you."
Lacinda smiled, baring her teeth and her few missing ones.
"No, I'm just amused. by the way, I saw those clothes you had..those rags! Where did you come from..?", Lacinda asked.
There was no mistake in seeing a strip of pain wash over Bulma's face.
"They..they were my old..riding clothes!", Bulma lied.
She would never tell of her past.
Of what she went through, and what she had left behind.
Lacinda looked at Bulma suspiciously, "Aye, I must go now. I hope to see you downstairs soon. It begins in exactly ten minutes."
Bulma nodded, and watched at Lacinda walked out the doors.
She walked over to the plushed couch and tried to sit down commfortably, but the clothes wouldn't allow it.
'I wonder what he is doing right now..'
'What if he..he comes and finds me?', Bulma thought.
She didn't even want to think of him again.
He was cruel and unrulely.
'Nah..what chance of that? Be positive Bulma!", she told herself and stood up.
She decided that she would want to make a grand entrance.
So she walked through the doors cheerfully.