Chapter 6
The Competition Begins
A/N: "The Dragon" is a poem that I wrote so the copyright belongs to me, for once. Enjoy!
The queen couldn't believe the transformation that Bulma had just undergone. The gown was simple, but the affect was dazzling. She had no doubt that Vegeta would choose Bulma as his queen. Bulma and Vegeta had too much in common to not fall for each other eventually.
"She would make a wonderful queen," Daya thought to herself. "I think that I would enjoy having her around permanently."
"That is undoubtedly nice enough," Daya said once she had stopped daydreaming about Bulma being her daughter-in-law. "You look like an angel, dear, but if we don't hurry we will be late."
Bulma sighed and followed the queen to the Royal Dining Room. Every saiyajin that the two passed, both male and female, stared at Bulma. Some saiyajins' jaws even went slack with shock. Bulma opened the doors for the queen and lingered in the shadows until the queen sat down. All eyes were on Bulma as she made her entrance. The princesses seethed with anger because, for all that their gowns were revealing and elaborately made, each knew that she didn't look anywhere near as beautiful as Bulma did in her simple, unrevealing gown.
"Please sit by me dear," said Daya, and Bulma obeyed wordlessly; Daya had won Bulma's respect the moment they met.
***
Vegeta couldn't help but gape as Bulma entered. Her gown left both little and much to the imagination at the same time. He was baffled, to say the least, by her transformation. He watched her as she walked towards his mother. Her walk was not like that of the Saiyajin females who moved stiffly. No, she moved with a grace and fluidity that even he could envy.
She stopped briefly and bowed before the king, sweeping her skirt out as she did. Without even acknowledging Vegeta's presence, she took her seat next to his mother.
"She will be mine!" Screamed one part of Vegeta's mind. While the other part wondered if he wasn't already hers?
***
Bulma ignored Vegeta all through the meal and talked contentedly with Daya. Then she remembered that her GR was currently unusable.
"Highness," Bulma said to Vegeta no Ou who turned towards her in response. "I am afraid that last night I damaged my Gravity Room to the point where it is unusable. With your permission I would like to build a new one. I already have all the parts, but I fear that I don't have any where to work."
"You may have use of the any of the labs in the palace, though I do suggest that you use the Royal Laboratory. Ask any of the Elites and he or she will show you to it," Vegeta no Ou replied. He stood to speak to everyone. "Today begins the competition. You will all be given a separate room where in you are to compose a song 1000 hours and 1200 hours. One by one you shall sing. We will adjourn for lunch at 1400 hours. Everyone, if you would follow Vegeta he will show you to your designated areas."
On cue Vegeta no Ouji rose, and the princesses and Bulma followed him through the halls. Bulma was silent, but the princesses were anything but. They recited all of the current gossip to Vegeta who looked as though he could care less. Mean while, Bulma attempted to decide what she was going to write about.
"Nothing about love," Bulma thought. "The princesses will probably all write about that. I could describe a battle that I had to read about in history class to gross the princesses out. No. Maybe."
Bulma's thoughts were cut off as the rest of the group suddenly stopped. Bulma smacked into Vegeta's back and grabbed his arm before she could do so much as stumble from the impact. He growled and Bulma let go of his arm, taking several steps backwards-.
"Inside your rooms you will find plenty of paper and things to write with," Vegeta explained. "You will also find the topic of your songs and instruments, they are there so, if you are able to, you can write music to go with your lyrics."
He showed the girls to their rooms, the last of which was Bulma's. The door clicked shut after Bulma entered. It was a plain room with one window that was open to let the cool air in. The room was painted black with wooden floors. There was a couch below the window, which was opposite the door. To her right there was an oak desk with paper and pencils on it. To her left there was an array of musical instruments, ranging from a harp to an electrical earth guitar to a flute.
Bulma walked over to the desk and sat down in the stiff wooden chair that went with the desk. She picked up a small piece of paper that lay atop the blank sheets of music. It read:
Mrs. Briefs, the topic that you are to write about is none other than anger. We, the Bards of Vegetasei, believe that that is a topic well suited to you. You are not to write a ballad of epic length. It should only be three to five stanzas.
Best of luck,
Master Harper Jarmen
"Anger?" Bulma thought. "This was probably Vegeta's idea! I'm going to kill him when I get out of here! Or I could also write a really good song and use my voice to make it seem even better then it already is!" Bulma grinned slyly. "That will make him be furious with himself because he'll have to admit, if only to himself, that it was the best song he had ever heard. Now to write!"
* * *
Two hours later, when Bulma heard a tapping on her door, she was ready. Her song was called "The Dragon" and she had decided to accompany herself on a harp. She beamed happily at the guard who had come to get her, grabbed the harp and followed the guard to where the competition was taking place.
* * *
"Stupid women!" Vegeta thought angrily. "All of their songs are about love. Who needs that? It is only a weakness. Only the blonde airhead can sing decently. Phh! Now the Onna will undoubtedly win!"
Vegeta growled and turned his attention to Bulma who had taken the stage. The stage was only a large wooden platform. The room wasn't anything fabulous either. There was a "throne" on which Vegeta sat. The bards were all gathered in the back of the room and the princesses were seated on plush couches. The walls were painted a deep red. The floor was made of wood.
All those in the room fell into an enchanted silence as Bulma struck the first cord on the harp. When she sang, her story played before their eyes, in vivid detail, like a movie.
Bulma sang:
The sleeping dragon has awoke,
Its anger been unleashed,
Its fire has been ignited,
Its thirst for blood released.
Destruction, mayhem, wreck, and havoc,
Shall follow in its wake,
Until what's lost has been returned,
Its dearest treasure replaced.
Even then the dragon will not slumber,
It will search on and on for more,
For its treasure was its loved ones,
Lost and gone forever more.
As the last note died out on the harp everyone in the room was released from the spell that had been woven on him or her. The princesses started crying. The images that had accompanied Bulma's song had been too much for them.
During the song everyone had seen flashes of Bulma's memories of her family on Chikyuu and its brutal destruction. They had felt Bulma's sadness and over whelming anger. They had seen Frieza laughing and then. nothing but a never-ending blackness from which it was impossible to escape.
Vegeta growled so low that it wasn't audible to everyone save Bulma, whose keen ears picked up almost everything.
"Bards," Vegeta commanded. "Announce who you each chose as the winner, and then I shall announce who I chose so that you will not be swayed from your original choice."
There were ten bards. They all stood at the same time and introduced themselves to the ladies. The one called Jarmen announced their choice. "We all have chosen Ms. Bulma Briefs. We only wish that we had even half of her ability to convey our feelings in our music. We believe that you are truly gifted Ms. Briefs." To the other ladies he said, "You all did an admirable job, and we encourage you to continue practicing. Do not to lose heart over our unanimous decision."
The princesses all pouted and looked to Vegeta to see which one of them he would choose. The princesses were sure that he could not have possibly enjoyed Bulma's gruesome tale more than their love sonnets about him.
Vegeta turned towards Bulma. "Even if you didn't have your powers to add to your voice I would have chosen you Onna." To the princesses he said, "Your love ballads disgusted me. Most of you can barely carry a tune, let alone play an instrument. If you ever try to serenade me you will find yourself in the next dimension!"
The princesses broke into tears again, but Bulma merely rolled her eyes. She excused herself and made her way towards the bards. Together, the bards and Bulma went into the next room. The bards had Bulma sing for them and teach them, the Master Bards, her song until the bell was wrung for lunch. The bards grudgingly let Bulma go.
She had no wish to be late so she dematerialized after saying her good- byes. When she materialized in the Royal Dining Room the princesses shrieked in surprise. She grinned and took a seat near Daya. The princesses glared at Bulma all throughout the meal, but she ignored them.
The Competition Begins
A/N: "The Dragon" is a poem that I wrote so the copyright belongs to me, for once. Enjoy!
The queen couldn't believe the transformation that Bulma had just undergone. The gown was simple, but the affect was dazzling. She had no doubt that Vegeta would choose Bulma as his queen. Bulma and Vegeta had too much in common to not fall for each other eventually.
"She would make a wonderful queen," Daya thought to herself. "I think that I would enjoy having her around permanently."
"That is undoubtedly nice enough," Daya said once she had stopped daydreaming about Bulma being her daughter-in-law. "You look like an angel, dear, but if we don't hurry we will be late."
Bulma sighed and followed the queen to the Royal Dining Room. Every saiyajin that the two passed, both male and female, stared at Bulma. Some saiyajins' jaws even went slack with shock. Bulma opened the doors for the queen and lingered in the shadows until the queen sat down. All eyes were on Bulma as she made her entrance. The princesses seethed with anger because, for all that their gowns were revealing and elaborately made, each knew that she didn't look anywhere near as beautiful as Bulma did in her simple, unrevealing gown.
"Please sit by me dear," said Daya, and Bulma obeyed wordlessly; Daya had won Bulma's respect the moment they met.
***
Vegeta couldn't help but gape as Bulma entered. Her gown left both little and much to the imagination at the same time. He was baffled, to say the least, by her transformation. He watched her as she walked towards his mother. Her walk was not like that of the Saiyajin females who moved stiffly. No, she moved with a grace and fluidity that even he could envy.
She stopped briefly and bowed before the king, sweeping her skirt out as she did. Without even acknowledging Vegeta's presence, she took her seat next to his mother.
"She will be mine!" Screamed one part of Vegeta's mind. While the other part wondered if he wasn't already hers?
***
Bulma ignored Vegeta all through the meal and talked contentedly with Daya. Then she remembered that her GR was currently unusable.
"Highness," Bulma said to Vegeta no Ou who turned towards her in response. "I am afraid that last night I damaged my Gravity Room to the point where it is unusable. With your permission I would like to build a new one. I already have all the parts, but I fear that I don't have any where to work."
"You may have use of the any of the labs in the palace, though I do suggest that you use the Royal Laboratory. Ask any of the Elites and he or she will show you to it," Vegeta no Ou replied. He stood to speak to everyone. "Today begins the competition. You will all be given a separate room where in you are to compose a song 1000 hours and 1200 hours. One by one you shall sing. We will adjourn for lunch at 1400 hours. Everyone, if you would follow Vegeta he will show you to your designated areas."
On cue Vegeta no Ouji rose, and the princesses and Bulma followed him through the halls. Bulma was silent, but the princesses were anything but. They recited all of the current gossip to Vegeta who looked as though he could care less. Mean while, Bulma attempted to decide what she was going to write about.
"Nothing about love," Bulma thought. "The princesses will probably all write about that. I could describe a battle that I had to read about in history class to gross the princesses out. No. Maybe."
Bulma's thoughts were cut off as the rest of the group suddenly stopped. Bulma smacked into Vegeta's back and grabbed his arm before she could do so much as stumble from the impact. He growled and Bulma let go of his arm, taking several steps backwards-.
"Inside your rooms you will find plenty of paper and things to write with," Vegeta explained. "You will also find the topic of your songs and instruments, they are there so, if you are able to, you can write music to go with your lyrics."
He showed the girls to their rooms, the last of which was Bulma's. The door clicked shut after Bulma entered. It was a plain room with one window that was open to let the cool air in. The room was painted black with wooden floors. There was a couch below the window, which was opposite the door. To her right there was an oak desk with paper and pencils on it. To her left there was an array of musical instruments, ranging from a harp to an electrical earth guitar to a flute.
Bulma walked over to the desk and sat down in the stiff wooden chair that went with the desk. She picked up a small piece of paper that lay atop the blank sheets of music. It read:
Mrs. Briefs, the topic that you are to write about is none other than anger. We, the Bards of Vegetasei, believe that that is a topic well suited to you. You are not to write a ballad of epic length. It should only be three to five stanzas.
Best of luck,
Master Harper Jarmen
"Anger?" Bulma thought. "This was probably Vegeta's idea! I'm going to kill him when I get out of here! Or I could also write a really good song and use my voice to make it seem even better then it already is!" Bulma grinned slyly. "That will make him be furious with himself because he'll have to admit, if only to himself, that it was the best song he had ever heard. Now to write!"
* * *
Two hours later, when Bulma heard a tapping on her door, she was ready. Her song was called "The Dragon" and she had decided to accompany herself on a harp. She beamed happily at the guard who had come to get her, grabbed the harp and followed the guard to where the competition was taking place.
* * *
"Stupid women!" Vegeta thought angrily. "All of their songs are about love. Who needs that? It is only a weakness. Only the blonde airhead can sing decently. Phh! Now the Onna will undoubtedly win!"
Vegeta growled and turned his attention to Bulma who had taken the stage. The stage was only a large wooden platform. The room wasn't anything fabulous either. There was a "throne" on which Vegeta sat. The bards were all gathered in the back of the room and the princesses were seated on plush couches. The walls were painted a deep red. The floor was made of wood.
All those in the room fell into an enchanted silence as Bulma struck the first cord on the harp. When she sang, her story played before their eyes, in vivid detail, like a movie.
Bulma sang:
The sleeping dragon has awoke,
Its anger been unleashed,
Its fire has been ignited,
Its thirst for blood released.
Destruction, mayhem, wreck, and havoc,
Shall follow in its wake,
Until what's lost has been returned,
Its dearest treasure replaced.
Even then the dragon will not slumber,
It will search on and on for more,
For its treasure was its loved ones,
Lost and gone forever more.
As the last note died out on the harp everyone in the room was released from the spell that had been woven on him or her. The princesses started crying. The images that had accompanied Bulma's song had been too much for them.
During the song everyone had seen flashes of Bulma's memories of her family on Chikyuu and its brutal destruction. They had felt Bulma's sadness and over whelming anger. They had seen Frieza laughing and then. nothing but a never-ending blackness from which it was impossible to escape.
Vegeta growled so low that it wasn't audible to everyone save Bulma, whose keen ears picked up almost everything.
"Bards," Vegeta commanded. "Announce who you each chose as the winner, and then I shall announce who I chose so that you will not be swayed from your original choice."
There were ten bards. They all stood at the same time and introduced themselves to the ladies. The one called Jarmen announced their choice. "We all have chosen Ms. Bulma Briefs. We only wish that we had even half of her ability to convey our feelings in our music. We believe that you are truly gifted Ms. Briefs." To the other ladies he said, "You all did an admirable job, and we encourage you to continue practicing. Do not to lose heart over our unanimous decision."
The princesses all pouted and looked to Vegeta to see which one of them he would choose. The princesses were sure that he could not have possibly enjoyed Bulma's gruesome tale more than their love sonnets about him.
Vegeta turned towards Bulma. "Even if you didn't have your powers to add to your voice I would have chosen you Onna." To the princesses he said, "Your love ballads disgusted me. Most of you can barely carry a tune, let alone play an instrument. If you ever try to serenade me you will find yourself in the next dimension!"
The princesses broke into tears again, but Bulma merely rolled her eyes. She excused herself and made her way towards the bards. Together, the bards and Bulma went into the next room. The bards had Bulma sing for them and teach them, the Master Bards, her song until the bell was wrung for lunch. The bards grudgingly let Bulma go.
She had no wish to be late so she dematerialized after saying her good- byes. When she materialized in the Royal Dining Room the princesses shrieked in surprise. She grinned and took a seat near Daya. The princesses glared at Bulma all throughout the meal, but she ignored them.