Author's Note: ..Halo once again *whimpers* Please don't kill meh.
Anyways, Thank the Lord; that FF.net is back and running again..
Oh no, I jinxed it! Now watch it get all jammed again. Damn meh..
Well.. Here's the chappie!
The Scar
Chaper Six -
The Unexpected.
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Bulma heard chattering and the orchestra beginning to play a soft tune.
'I must be late! I better hurry.', she thought.
Bulma reached the stairs that led downstairs and saw only a handful of people.
She hand held the stair rail, and she felt it's cold touch.
She had forgotten her white satin gloves.
She practically ran down the hall and burst into her room and reached for her gloves on her vanity.
She treaded through the halls again and suddenly stop and backtracked a few steps.
There was a portrait of a handsome man.
The pictured man had spiked ebony black hair, and dark flashing eyes.
His smile held none other than a smirk.
Bulma sighed as she recalled the earlier venture into the gardens.
She was hoping for solitude and few lovely flowers to brighten her room.
But instead she got an arrogant fool who mistook her for some wrench.
"I hope I don't run into him.. what a bastard", she cursed under her breath softly.
Spending many sleepless nights in dark dungeons with rotten guards, taught her those indecent words.
She heard quick footsteps approaching and turned her head to the direction of the sound.
"Ms. Lacinda, what rush?", she asked sweetly.
"Tis you, the ball is beginning and you should be there!", the hands-maid replied sternly.
Bulma felt her neck flush and rising, "I totally had forgotten I went to get my gloves and.."
"Doesn't matter just go.", the women gave Bulma a slight shove.
Bulma looked back and smiled.
'What wonderful, caring people reside here.', she though happily.
She once again reached the stairs and saw many,many people.
"Oh my..."
It seemed as though the handful of people had decided to clone themselves times four!
When Bulma reached the middle of the stairs she stopped suddenly frightened.
Everyone was looking at her.
Some crudely, some amused, some envy and some with a lust look, and yet some admired dearly.
Suddenly as the nook of time the King of Lexium, her 'father' lock her arms with his and they descended down the stairs.
He smiled proudly and patted her hand with his free one.
"You look lovely, like a proper daughter should be. If only there were many of you in this lifetime.", he whispered to her.
Bulma blushed, "Thank you...", she responded meekly.
"Would you mind to have the first dance with me?", he asked.
Bulma nodded enthusiastically, "Not at all!"
The king chuckled and led her to the dance floor.
He led her in what it seems like a waltz; and soon couples from everywhere where joining them and dancing.
Many young men would purposely lead there partners towards Bulma and her's just to get a better view of her.
Soon the song slowly faded to an end.
Bulma curtsied, "Thank you for the dance."
Her 'father' bowed, "I hope for more in the future with my special daughter."
Bulma went off to the side, hoping to be alone for some time.
She didn't quite know exactly what to do at a ball.
It seemed as though many would just dance, get drunk, dance, eat, dance, and lead their special someone of the night back upstairs.
Just when she was beginning to feel a bit relaxed, a man propped himself against the wall beside her.
She didn't care of who it was.
"I'm suprised to not see you dancing. Many are hoping that you would join them.", the male voice haunted.
"That's ridiculous", Bulma said and looked at her conversationalist.
It was the man from the garden.
Her aqua eyes met his dark, unemotional ones.
"You..", she mouthed.
Vegeta smirked, "So you remember."
"How could I not!? I don't believe this..", she shook her head.
Her action made a piece of hair fall over her face.
Vegeta wanted to brush it away, but held much resistance against it.
"I don't lie," Vegeta continued to pester.
He pointed to the men behind him.
Bulma rose a bit to see.
There were many men looking at her all cuddled together and talking.
Bulma sat back down, and sighed.
Suddenly she saw a hand hovering infront of her and looked up at the owner.
"Care to dance?", Vegeta asked somewhat politely.
Bulma laughed, "With you? I doubt it."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with me?"
"Everything..", she muttered.
Before she knew it, she was being pulled and draged onto the dance floor once again.
"Hey! I thought I said that I..", she began.
"I don't care what you said or what you will say.", he remarked.
Bulma eyes glared and she was furious.
She didn't want to make a scene so she obliged.
"That's much better", Vegeta said calmly as they led her into a dance.
Bulma turned her head away from him and refused to saw a word.
Vegeta chuckled, "Your much cuter when your angry."
Bulma bit back from saying anything that would make her look bad.
So instead she "accidentally" stepped on his foot; and hard.
Very soon, too soon for Vegeta, the song ended.
Bulma curtsied and muttered an 'thank you' and hurriedly walked off.
She didn't know that her hand was in a shape of a fist.
Gosh, she wanted to hurt him and bad.
She soon slamed into something hard.
"Ow.. Oh sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going..", she muttered quite quickly.
She slowly looked up to see those amber flamed eyes upon her.
"Oh my..", she began.
The man held her wrist.
"It's okay. But I won't forgive you until you dance with me.", the man said humorously.
Bulma winced under his cold touch.
"What's your name?", he asked.
"B-bul--", she started to say.
Then she realized that he didn't notice her.
"Lady Suzaku of Hempshire", she whispered.
"Well Lady Suzaku, shall we dance?"
Bulma stood there like a stone.
She couldn't believe it..
She was face to face with her..master.
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Well That's it for now! Please, please, please review!
And if you can critize..good! I really need help to improve meh writing skills.
I Luf you all..!
By the way, the end of chapter five, she was thinking about the Master not Vegeta.
Sayanora!
Anyways, Thank the Lord; that FF.net is back and running again..
Oh no, I jinxed it! Now watch it get all jammed again. Damn meh..
Well.. Here's the chappie!
The Scar
Chaper Six -
The Unexpected.
________________________________________________
Bulma heard chattering and the orchestra beginning to play a soft tune.
'I must be late! I better hurry.', she thought.
Bulma reached the stairs that led downstairs and saw only a handful of people.
She hand held the stair rail, and she felt it's cold touch.
She had forgotten her white satin gloves.
She practically ran down the hall and burst into her room and reached for her gloves on her vanity.
She treaded through the halls again and suddenly stop and backtracked a few steps.
There was a portrait of a handsome man.
The pictured man had spiked ebony black hair, and dark flashing eyes.
His smile held none other than a smirk.
Bulma sighed as she recalled the earlier venture into the gardens.
She was hoping for solitude and few lovely flowers to brighten her room.
But instead she got an arrogant fool who mistook her for some wrench.
"I hope I don't run into him.. what a bastard", she cursed under her breath softly.
Spending many sleepless nights in dark dungeons with rotten guards, taught her those indecent words.
She heard quick footsteps approaching and turned her head to the direction of the sound.
"Ms. Lacinda, what rush?", she asked sweetly.
"Tis you, the ball is beginning and you should be there!", the hands-maid replied sternly.
Bulma felt her neck flush and rising, "I totally had forgotten I went to get my gloves and.."
"Doesn't matter just go.", the women gave Bulma a slight shove.
Bulma looked back and smiled.
'What wonderful, caring people reside here.', she though happily.
She once again reached the stairs and saw many,many people.
"Oh my..."
It seemed as though the handful of people had decided to clone themselves times four!
When Bulma reached the middle of the stairs she stopped suddenly frightened.
Everyone was looking at her.
Some crudely, some amused, some envy and some with a lust look, and yet some admired dearly.
Suddenly as the nook of time the King of Lexium, her 'father' lock her arms with his and they descended down the stairs.
He smiled proudly and patted her hand with his free one.
"You look lovely, like a proper daughter should be. If only there were many of you in this lifetime.", he whispered to her.
Bulma blushed, "Thank you...", she responded meekly.
"Would you mind to have the first dance with me?", he asked.
Bulma nodded enthusiastically, "Not at all!"
The king chuckled and led her to the dance floor.
He led her in what it seems like a waltz; and soon couples from everywhere where joining them and dancing.
Many young men would purposely lead there partners towards Bulma and her's just to get a better view of her.
Soon the song slowly faded to an end.
Bulma curtsied, "Thank you for the dance."
Her 'father' bowed, "I hope for more in the future with my special daughter."
Bulma went off to the side, hoping to be alone for some time.
She didn't quite know exactly what to do at a ball.
It seemed as though many would just dance, get drunk, dance, eat, dance, and lead their special someone of the night back upstairs.
Just when she was beginning to feel a bit relaxed, a man propped himself against the wall beside her.
She didn't care of who it was.
"I'm suprised to not see you dancing. Many are hoping that you would join them.", the male voice haunted.
"That's ridiculous", Bulma said and looked at her conversationalist.
It was the man from the garden.
Her aqua eyes met his dark, unemotional ones.
"You..", she mouthed.
Vegeta smirked, "So you remember."
"How could I not!? I don't believe this..", she shook her head.
Her action made a piece of hair fall over her face.
Vegeta wanted to brush it away, but held much resistance against it.
"I don't lie," Vegeta continued to pester.
He pointed to the men behind him.
Bulma rose a bit to see.
There were many men looking at her all cuddled together and talking.
Bulma sat back down, and sighed.
Suddenly she saw a hand hovering infront of her and looked up at the owner.
"Care to dance?", Vegeta asked somewhat politely.
Bulma laughed, "With you? I doubt it."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with me?"
"Everything..", she muttered.
Before she knew it, she was being pulled and draged onto the dance floor once again.
"Hey! I thought I said that I..", she began.
"I don't care what you said or what you will say.", he remarked.
Bulma eyes glared and she was furious.
She didn't want to make a scene so she obliged.
"That's much better", Vegeta said calmly as they led her into a dance.
Bulma turned her head away from him and refused to saw a word.
Vegeta chuckled, "Your much cuter when your angry."
Bulma bit back from saying anything that would make her look bad.
So instead she "accidentally" stepped on his foot; and hard.
Very soon, too soon for Vegeta, the song ended.
Bulma curtsied and muttered an 'thank you' and hurriedly walked off.
She didn't know that her hand was in a shape of a fist.
Gosh, she wanted to hurt him and bad.
She soon slamed into something hard.
"Ow.. Oh sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going..", she muttered quite quickly.
She slowly looked up to see those amber flamed eyes upon her.
"Oh my..", she began.
The man held her wrist.
"It's okay. But I won't forgive you until you dance with me.", the man said humorously.
Bulma winced under his cold touch.
"What's your name?", he asked.
"B-bul--", she started to say.
Then she realized that he didn't notice her.
"Lady Suzaku of Hempshire", she whispered.
"Well Lady Suzaku, shall we dance?"
Bulma stood there like a stone.
She couldn't believe it..
She was face to face with her..master.
___________________________________________________
Well That's it for now! Please, please, please review!
And if you can critize..good! I really need help to improve meh writing skills.
I Luf you all..!
By the way, the end of chapter five, she was thinking about the Master not Vegeta.
Sayanora!