Author's note: OK, this whole thing is messed up, I was saving this to a
disk for my friend, Kokoro to publish and I accidentally deleted it! So,
I'm really sorry for how late it is, and I know it's kinda short, but if
you don't like it- please review!
Chapter 2---Lost
Bulma whirled around and saw an empowering figure behind her;
Prince Vegeta of Vegetisi.
"Excuse, me?" she said.
"Listen when I talk woman. It took you long enough to wake up. I
thought that since you took out five of my father's guards, you'd wake
up sooner, but you obviously are much weaker than I perceived."
"So, it was you who killed my family." Bulma spat out. "You...."
She could feel her ki rising, but was unable to help it and even though
she'd love to blow this whole palace up, she refrained herself only with
the thought that it'd make her look like a coward not to be able to face
the man who slaughtered her parents with dignity, look like a weakling,
and then make him suffer.
"Don't even try wench," Vegeta said, feeling her ki rise, " you
know I'd beat you down into the ground in a second, and it wasn't me who
murdered your family, it was my father, I had nothing to do with it.
Only a threatened weakling like my father would stoop so low as to kill
the enemy while their back was turned."
As arrogant as he was, Bulma knew that the bastard was right.
"Now that you're awake, I'll take you to see my father and he
will decide your fate. You can hope for a swift death. I'll bet if you
grovel he'll even say he's sorry for what he's about to do," he said
with a laugh, "then I can finally get back to my training."
Bulma allowed herself to be lead down the hallways, unaware of
anything but her inability to make every person on the planet suffer as
much as she did. Why did the everything have to happen to her? I mean,
her parents ran far away from the cities, fearing King Vegeta's wrath,
so far that she was too isolated to make any friends. So, she did what
anyone else in her position would have done, she shut herself up in the
training gym that her father made for her, ignored her parents, trained
like hell, and ignored everything and any one else in the world. She had
been doing this since she was eight and realized what her parents did to
her.
To tell the complete truth, she didn't really feel a difference
now that her parents were gone- I mean, she'd shut them out of her life
for so long, that the only reason that she was mad at the king was that
they dared to attack her and her family, even though she and her mother
didn't even know what her idiot of a father did to anger the king so
much that they had to hide away for the past sixteen years.
It was just now, when her parents were dead and gone, when she
realized that she could have been and should have been closer to her
parents. Even though her parents made the mistake of becoming completely
isolated, they did everything in their power to please her; her father
even added a gravity room to her gym, and only the royals were allowed
to use them. Now that she thought about it, that gravity chamber was
probably the reason she was able to defeat those royal guards so easily.
For the first time, she looked over at the prince; she hadn't
quite taken in the determined look set upon his face, nor, by the way he
was completely preoccupied by something beyond her. Now that she came
to think about it, what did the prince do all day long? Obviously,
judging by his bulging muscles and rock hard abs, he didn't just sit
around all day long. He did mention training, maybe that was what he did
all day, since he didn't have to deal with any of the affairs of state,
what else was there to do? Bulma couldn't deny that he was intriguing
and that she'd love to find out why, but there was that little problem
of dealing with the King without having him sentencing her to death or
exiling her, forcing her to live the same life as her parents had. No.
she'd rather die than be forced to live the life that her parents had.
"So, this is the wench who killed the others."Â Bulma looked up and saw
that, right in front of her, stood two huge bronze doors. Standing
besides the doors were two guards, both who looked anything but sober.
"Well, even though she's puny, she could provide us with some fun
tonight." The guard laughed and pulled Bulma towards him, but before he
was able to kiss her she blasted him into the wall without breaking a
sweat. The only change in her expression was the smirk that had replaced
the emotionless line that was her mouth when she saw Vegeta's face as he
realized that the guard was unconscious before he hit the wall. Maybe
she isn't as weak as I thought... he thought to himself.
Bulma sent a piercing glare at the other guard, who immediately turned
and opened that door for them to walk through. Bulma held her breath;
she was about to meet the man whom she loathed more than any other in
the world, one who would decide her fate and, if she was to be put to
death, the fate of several others who were in the room. She had to
squint, because, as the doors opened the hallway was filed with bright
light. The reason for this was because there were huge, open windows
spaced about three feet apart that scaled the wall, and all of their
angles were made so that the light blinded the king's "guest."
*********
Vegeta, used to this particular lighting affect, pulled her on; towards
the King. After pulling her for about 25 feet, she finally snapped out
of it and began setting a fact pace towards the King; she wanted to get
this thing over with --- now.
*********
The King of Vegetisi sat regally on his throne, gazing at the young,
blue-haired girl who was in a daze because of his clever lighting
affect. She seemed too young to have been able to kill off some of his
best guards- it seemed almost impossible; he'd sent elites. He pondered
this though for the remaining minute while his son dragged the girl
onward until she became used to the lighting. When his son's face came
into view, he chuckled; the look on his face told him how much he
loathed his father for making him stop his training.
********
When Bulma got within three feet of the throne, the King had started to
greet her in a friendly way, but she cut him off.
"Let's just get to the point here, OK? We don't need all of these
cordial greetings in order for you to tell me how I'll spend the rest of
my life."
This statement had caught the King off guard, and he thought to himself,
Well, it's obvious that she can do more that simply use her strength to
fight.
"Fine then, my dear, we'll, 'get to the point,' as you called it. Here's
the situation: Your father stole some top-secret information and used it
for himself, then gathered your mother and their things, and fled to the
countryside."
"Mr. High and Mighty, I'd like to point out that al my father stole was
a simple gravity chamber. If it was as valuable as you claim, then why
didn't you give it better security. You just were scared. Scared of one
of your common citizens becoming stronger than you. And another thing,
why did you wait for sixteen years before searching the whole planet,
which you undoubtedly did, for this 'valuable and top-secret' training
room?"
The King didn't mention that the gravity room wasn't the only reason
that her family was killed. He also didn't mention that his favorite
whore was her mother and that he felt some regret in her death, but he
did say that little girls should not question authority and that she'd
better shut up before he killed her herself.
In response to that comment, she muttered something under her breath
that sounded like, "Oh, and I'd like to see you try you bastard," to
Vegeta. Vegeta stood to the side, wondering why his father hadn't indeed
killed her, not himself, he was too weak and afraid to do that, but to
send some e guards to do it. Something was strange about the way his
father, who was as unfeeling as to kill his mother upon his birth, but
was actually considering what to do with this girl's life.
"Girl, do you deny killing several of my elite guards?" The King
asked, hoping that there was some reason he could obtain to let her
live.
"Not a chance. Those 'elite guards' as you called them, were as weak as
babies. The only reason that you captured me and that I didn't kill all
of them was that one of them found a stun gun and stunned me." Bulma
answered defiantly.
The king sat in his chair for five minutes before an idea came to him.
He called his best guard, his second-in-command, over to him and then
addressed Bulma,
"Bulma, this is my strongest guard, my second-in-command," he paused for
the mutual forced acknowledgment, "if you're as strong as you say that
you are, then, when your attacked by him, you'll be able to kill him
before he kills you."
This statement surpassed everyone in the room, but there was no time for
awe, because immediately after the King finished the sentence, the guard
flew straight at Bulma.
The only thought she had before laughing herself into the air was, why
did they have to give me a dress?
The guard missed Bulma by a foot, and then, to his amazement, she
disappeared from sight. As he looked around, he felt her jam her knee
into his stomach and then, she reappeared above him and shot her elbow
into his neck. he flew to the other side of the room and cowered like a
rabbit. Bulma raised her ki and within one second, his body was shot
through the wall.
The King quickly changed his amazed expression and motioned to another
guard.
"Go out there, and if the late second-in-command isn't already dead,
kill him, my right hand."
Then, he turned and addressed Bulma, who, at the moment, was fixing her
hair.
"That was rather impressive. It seemed as if you didn't even break a
sweat."
"That's because I didn't, why would you have been on the floor after
having faced that weakling?" Bulma retorted innocently.
"Shut up bitch! Listen, I've decided your fate; since you're sooo
strong, you'll spend the next year training with my son and his guards
for the Centurion Competition. Now, get out of my sight!" he bellowed.
With that, Bulma turned and walked out the doors, with Vegeta following
close behind.
"Vegeta, did I tell you to leave?" His father asked.
Vegeta reluctantly turned and strode towards his father, cursing him
under his breath for telling this girl she could train with him and for
making him miss a whole hour's worth of training.
"Yes, father. What do you want?"
"I feel as if I need to remind you that last month you turned eighteen,
and, as you know, when a future King turns eighteen he must become
cleansed by staying 'clean' for a year and so that after that year, when
he has to pick a mate, he won't have any attachment to someone other
than who his father chooses for him. I don't want to have to remand you
that if I see you so much as look at a female the wrong way, I'll kill
her and then exile you from the planet."
Vegeta cursed all ancient traditions as he walked out the door -
especially the ones that said that he couldn't fuck someone for a year.
It was obvious that this one was going to be a living hell.
Author's Note: Hey, listen, I'm really sorry for how long I took to
update. My computer was broke. Anywat, if you haven't caught on
allready- everyone in here is Sayian. Sorry if people get a little OOC.
PLEASE REVIEW! How am I supposed to know if you like this or not? The
next chapter won't take as long, I promise- I'm thinkin in about a week.
Again, please review, (I can't stress that enough.)
disk for my friend, Kokoro to publish and I accidentally deleted it! So,
I'm really sorry for how late it is, and I know it's kinda short, but if
you don't like it- please review!
Chapter 2---Lost
Bulma whirled around and saw an empowering figure behind her;
Prince Vegeta of Vegetisi.
"Excuse, me?" she said.
"Listen when I talk woman. It took you long enough to wake up. I
thought that since you took out five of my father's guards, you'd wake
up sooner, but you obviously are much weaker than I perceived."
"So, it was you who killed my family." Bulma spat out. "You...."
She could feel her ki rising, but was unable to help it and even though
she'd love to blow this whole palace up, she refrained herself only with
the thought that it'd make her look like a coward not to be able to face
the man who slaughtered her parents with dignity, look like a weakling,
and then make him suffer.
"Don't even try wench," Vegeta said, feeling her ki rise, " you
know I'd beat you down into the ground in a second, and it wasn't me who
murdered your family, it was my father, I had nothing to do with it.
Only a threatened weakling like my father would stoop so low as to kill
the enemy while their back was turned."
As arrogant as he was, Bulma knew that the bastard was right.
"Now that you're awake, I'll take you to see my father and he
will decide your fate. You can hope for a swift death. I'll bet if you
grovel he'll even say he's sorry for what he's about to do," he said
with a laugh, "then I can finally get back to my training."
Bulma allowed herself to be lead down the hallways, unaware of
anything but her inability to make every person on the planet suffer as
much as she did. Why did the everything have to happen to her? I mean,
her parents ran far away from the cities, fearing King Vegeta's wrath,
so far that she was too isolated to make any friends. So, she did what
anyone else in her position would have done, she shut herself up in the
training gym that her father made for her, ignored her parents, trained
like hell, and ignored everything and any one else in the world. She had
been doing this since she was eight and realized what her parents did to
her.
To tell the complete truth, she didn't really feel a difference
now that her parents were gone- I mean, she'd shut them out of her life
for so long, that the only reason that she was mad at the king was that
they dared to attack her and her family, even though she and her mother
didn't even know what her idiot of a father did to anger the king so
much that they had to hide away for the past sixteen years.
It was just now, when her parents were dead and gone, when she
realized that she could have been and should have been closer to her
parents. Even though her parents made the mistake of becoming completely
isolated, they did everything in their power to please her; her father
even added a gravity room to her gym, and only the royals were allowed
to use them. Now that she thought about it, that gravity chamber was
probably the reason she was able to defeat those royal guards so easily.
For the first time, she looked over at the prince; she hadn't
quite taken in the determined look set upon his face, nor, by the way he
was completely preoccupied by something beyond her. Now that she came
to think about it, what did the prince do all day long? Obviously,
judging by his bulging muscles and rock hard abs, he didn't just sit
around all day long. He did mention training, maybe that was what he did
all day, since he didn't have to deal with any of the affairs of state,
what else was there to do? Bulma couldn't deny that he was intriguing
and that she'd love to find out why, but there was that little problem
of dealing with the King without having him sentencing her to death or
exiling her, forcing her to live the same life as her parents had. No.
she'd rather die than be forced to live the life that her parents had.
"So, this is the wench who killed the others."Â Bulma looked up and saw
that, right in front of her, stood two huge bronze doors. Standing
besides the doors were two guards, both who looked anything but sober.
"Well, even though she's puny, she could provide us with some fun
tonight." The guard laughed and pulled Bulma towards him, but before he
was able to kiss her she blasted him into the wall without breaking a
sweat. The only change in her expression was the smirk that had replaced
the emotionless line that was her mouth when she saw Vegeta's face as he
realized that the guard was unconscious before he hit the wall. Maybe
she isn't as weak as I thought... he thought to himself.
Bulma sent a piercing glare at the other guard, who immediately turned
and opened that door for them to walk through. Bulma held her breath;
she was about to meet the man whom she loathed more than any other in
the world, one who would decide her fate and, if she was to be put to
death, the fate of several others who were in the room. She had to
squint, because, as the doors opened the hallway was filed with bright
light. The reason for this was because there were huge, open windows
spaced about three feet apart that scaled the wall, and all of their
angles were made so that the light blinded the king's "guest."
*********
Vegeta, used to this particular lighting affect, pulled her on; towards
the King. After pulling her for about 25 feet, she finally snapped out
of it and began setting a fact pace towards the King; she wanted to get
this thing over with --- now.
*********
The King of Vegetisi sat regally on his throne, gazing at the young,
blue-haired girl who was in a daze because of his clever lighting
affect. She seemed too young to have been able to kill off some of his
best guards- it seemed almost impossible; he'd sent elites. He pondered
this though for the remaining minute while his son dragged the girl
onward until she became used to the lighting. When his son's face came
into view, he chuckled; the look on his face told him how much he
loathed his father for making him stop his training.
********
When Bulma got within three feet of the throne, the King had started to
greet her in a friendly way, but she cut him off.
"Let's just get to the point here, OK? We don't need all of these
cordial greetings in order for you to tell me how I'll spend the rest of
my life."
This statement had caught the King off guard, and he thought to himself,
Well, it's obvious that she can do more that simply use her strength to
fight.
"Fine then, my dear, we'll, 'get to the point,' as you called it. Here's
the situation: Your father stole some top-secret information and used it
for himself, then gathered your mother and their things, and fled to the
countryside."
"Mr. High and Mighty, I'd like to point out that al my father stole was
a simple gravity chamber. If it was as valuable as you claim, then why
didn't you give it better security. You just were scared. Scared of one
of your common citizens becoming stronger than you. And another thing,
why did you wait for sixteen years before searching the whole planet,
which you undoubtedly did, for this 'valuable and top-secret' training
room?"
The King didn't mention that the gravity room wasn't the only reason
that her family was killed. He also didn't mention that his favorite
whore was her mother and that he felt some regret in her death, but he
did say that little girls should not question authority and that she'd
better shut up before he killed her herself.
In response to that comment, she muttered something under her breath
that sounded like, "Oh, and I'd like to see you try you bastard," to
Vegeta. Vegeta stood to the side, wondering why his father hadn't indeed
killed her, not himself, he was too weak and afraid to do that, but to
send some e guards to do it. Something was strange about the way his
father, who was as unfeeling as to kill his mother upon his birth, but
was actually considering what to do with this girl's life.
"Girl, do you deny killing several of my elite guards?" The King
asked, hoping that there was some reason he could obtain to let her
live.
"Not a chance. Those 'elite guards' as you called them, were as weak as
babies. The only reason that you captured me and that I didn't kill all
of them was that one of them found a stun gun and stunned me." Bulma
answered defiantly.
The king sat in his chair for five minutes before an idea came to him.
He called his best guard, his second-in-command, over to him and then
addressed Bulma,
"Bulma, this is my strongest guard, my second-in-command," he paused for
the mutual forced acknowledgment, "if you're as strong as you say that
you are, then, when your attacked by him, you'll be able to kill him
before he kills you."
This statement surpassed everyone in the room, but there was no time for
awe, because immediately after the King finished the sentence, the guard
flew straight at Bulma.
The only thought she had before laughing herself into the air was, why
did they have to give me a dress?
The guard missed Bulma by a foot, and then, to his amazement, she
disappeared from sight. As he looked around, he felt her jam her knee
into his stomach and then, she reappeared above him and shot her elbow
into his neck. he flew to the other side of the room and cowered like a
rabbit. Bulma raised her ki and within one second, his body was shot
through the wall.
The King quickly changed his amazed expression and motioned to another
guard.
"Go out there, and if the late second-in-command isn't already dead,
kill him, my right hand."
Then, he turned and addressed Bulma, who, at the moment, was fixing her
hair.
"That was rather impressive. It seemed as if you didn't even break a
sweat."
"That's because I didn't, why would you have been on the floor after
having faced that weakling?" Bulma retorted innocently.
"Shut up bitch! Listen, I've decided your fate; since you're sooo
strong, you'll spend the next year training with my son and his guards
for the Centurion Competition. Now, get out of my sight!" he bellowed.
With that, Bulma turned and walked out the doors, with Vegeta following
close behind.
"Vegeta, did I tell you to leave?" His father asked.
Vegeta reluctantly turned and strode towards his father, cursing him
under his breath for telling this girl she could train with him and for
making him miss a whole hour's worth of training.
"Yes, father. What do you want?"
"I feel as if I need to remind you that last month you turned eighteen,
and, as you know, when a future King turns eighteen he must become
cleansed by staying 'clean' for a year and so that after that year, when
he has to pick a mate, he won't have any attachment to someone other
than who his father chooses for him. I don't want to have to remand you
that if I see you so much as look at a female the wrong way, I'll kill
her and then exile you from the planet."
Vegeta cursed all ancient traditions as he walked out the door -
especially the ones that said that he couldn't fuck someone for a year.
It was obvious that this one was going to be a living hell.
Author's Note: Hey, listen, I'm really sorry for how long I took to
update. My computer was broke. Anywat, if you haven't caught on
allready- everyone in here is Sayian. Sorry if people get a little OOC.
PLEASE REVIEW! How am I supposed to know if you like this or not? The
next chapter won't take as long, I promise- I'm thinkin in about a week.
Again, please review, (I can't stress that enough.)