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**A/N: I haven't written a DBZ fic in ages guys so mind me if I'm a bit rusty. Also, please review if you can. Even if it says' good' I'll be happy!! And one more thing, if I don't update for like a week, I will I promise. School's really rough these days boy!! Feelin' Da Heat! ** Sorry if they're any errors.
Chapter 4Bulma stared at the water as it surged through the well-worn stream. She sighed and rose up quietly slipping on her boots once again. She hadn't seen Yamcha for three days. She waited for him daily in the hall but realized that she might not see him again. There was only one word to describe her mood at the moment now. Bored. She had nothing left to do at all. Yamcha and her would go riding, then they would walk together in the forest, but now there was no one. She knew that there was no way that she could be in love with Yamcha. It was more like his company. She longed for someone to talk to and hang out with, and Yamcha was the right person for all of that. She had to admit that she had a small crush on him but that was unavoidable. He was downright charming and he was handsome. He was smart, and funny and he knew just how to treat her like a gentleman, unlike the other fool Vegeta…For some reason, Vegeta felt as though he was the king of the earth. She hated him for what he had done to her and her people and she would kill him with her own hands if she could, but she couldn't, of course. She recalled the pressure that he had put on her hands when he had grabbed her. He was brutal. But then there was that kiss. Such softness she had felt. He seemed almost…human. The word echoed through her head and she sighed. She saw a few Saiya-jin guards dart through the trees and she shrugged them off. They had become a familiar sight to her now. Sparring in the woods, as they called it. She kept on walking with her head down and her hands folded until she reached the castle. She was greeted by a group of Saiya-jin women who were dressed in colorful garments. All of them were exceptionally beautiful, but there was one who seemed to glow. She was dressed in a long set of green and black garments. Her thick black hair was skillfully wound in a complicated bun. She smiled at Bulma. "Ah, you must be Bulma-san!" she exclaimed. Bulma managed a smile and nodded. "Ah, good. I was sent to garb you in the traditional dress. Today is a special Saiya-jin celebration where we honor the celestial ones. My name is Shajana, please come with me," she said kindly. Of course, Bulma could not refuse, so she was enveloped in the large crowd of Saiya-jin women and followed them to another part of the huge castle.
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Kakarot stood in front of Vegeta and nodded. "I think they did a great job," he said gesturing towards Vegeta's outfit. Vegeta sighed.
"Good job my foot, I hate wearing these damn traditional clothes. I should ban them." He said with a smirk.
"That wouldn't be good now would it?" Kakarot asked while inspecting his own uniform. Vegeta sighed.
"What about the Princess?" he asked gruffly. Kakarot cocked an eyebrow.
"What about her?" he asked. Vegeta shrugged.
"I she coming?" he asked.
"If you want her to," Kakarot said.
"What ever. I'm going down stairs." He said. Kakarot nodded and turned to the mirror.
"Damn clothes," he muttered.
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Bulma was now garbed in the most odd outfit she had ever worn. She twirled around and looked at her reflection in the large looking glass. She was satisfied with her appearance. She wore the same style of dress, but hers was of a pale green color and a dark blue. The colors had contrasted against her milky skin and made her look even more beautiful. Her hair had been done up in a bun similar to Shajana's, but hers was more elaborate. She wore a necklace that consisted of lime green jewels that were shaped like tear drops. They were outlined by silver, and she wore earrings and a matching ring. "You look absolutely beautiful, Bulma-San," one of them exclaimed.
"Yes, yes indeed!" said another. She blushed and shook her head.
"Hush now! We must make our way to the courtyards!" one of the older ones said. The room became silent and they followed the eldest woman. The celebrations were about to begin.
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"Make way for the King Vegeta of Vegeta-sai!" Kakarot bellowed. As much as he hated saying it, he would always smile proudly at his father when he said the same words. Vegeta smiled grimly and walked down the walkway that was made by the people. They all bowed as he walked though and when he reached at Kakarot's side, the stood up.
"My people. We are a race who conquers! A race who defeats! And today we will take the time to celebrate for our rewards have been great. Let this festival be in honor to the former King of this planet. May we sing, dance and eat in his memory! I say that we commence this event with the arrival of the women, out treasures in this universe, for no beauty can surpass the beauty of a Saiya-jin woman!" The crowd of men cheered as the women began to walk through, but a silence fell over the crowd. The cheers diminished and the clapping stopped. You could have heard a pin drop if you wanted to, and all eyes were fastened upon none other than Bulma.
Vegeta stared at the young beauty who was dressed in the formal attire. She looked absolutely stunning. The garment hugged every curve in her body and she looked radiant. Kakarot was speechless. He stared at the innocent Princess as she walked down the pathway. He caught a glimpse of Kayame who winked at him. He knew that she must have helped and bowed slightly to her. Kakarot elbowed Vegeta who cleared his throat. "Let the celebration begin!" he shouted. He looked at Bulma and felt a longing for her. She looked at him directly in his eyes and he extended his arm. "Would you care to walk with me?" he asked gruffly. He quickly sent her a glare so she would agree.
"Why not?" she said taking his hand. She cast a glance at Kakarot who was already hooking up with Chi Chi. She strained to see if 18 was there but Vegeta roughly pulled her around to face him.
"She's not here," he said looking at her.
"How did you know--"
"Never mind that. What are you ding here?" he asked. She shrugged.
"I was dressed and I got to come, is that a crime?" she asked. He looked at her angrily.
"Do not play games with me girl," he said squeezing her arm. She shot him a glance that looked like venom. He let her go.
"I am no girl, for your information, Mr. King. I am a woman and you better learn how to respect one!" she said angrily poking his chest.
"Woman? What would you know about being a woman?" he growled.
"What I know is that women deserve respect and that doesn't seem to be in your damn vocabulary!" she said angrily.
"Hmph. Respect? I respect no one," he said folding his arms across his chest.
"And you want the whole god-damned world to respect your royal ass, well you can kiss mine goodbye! You are not good company for a festive evening," she said.
"Fine, have it your way and go!" he said. She clenched her fists and stalked away. "Blasted Onna," he muttered.
"Blasted Saiya-jin," she muttered.
Kakarot looked at Vegeta who was walking alone and Bulma who was searching for some one. Probably Yamcha, he thought. "Goku? Can I go by the lake over there?" Chi Chi asked. Kakarot nodded and took her hand. She followed him to the lake edge, away from the music and the noise. The stood facing each other, and the moon reflected in the surface of the water. Kakarot took her hands and looked into her eyes.
"I think I love you Chi," he said. She blushed.
"Naughty boy!" she said. "You shouldn't say those things to your teacher. There're unacceptable!" she said. He shook his head and fought back the urge to cry. He could only imagine what she was like. She held his hands and looked into his eyes. "You know Goku, I think I like you too," she said. He smiled and looked at the moon. They stood silently.
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Bulma stood by a tree, seeing Yamcha nowhere. She sighed and folded her arms across her chest. She sat down and leaned against it. This wasn't turning out the way she thought it would. She heard footsteps and looked up to see Yamcha. She smiled at him. "Where were you?" she asked. He smiled and shrugged.
"Around," he said. She smiled and nodded.
"Well, do you want to dance?" she asked. He nodded and took her hands.
"Where be Yamcha!" someone shouted. Yamcha looked up and saw a messenger calling for him.
"I am sorry dear Bulma, but I am being called," he said.
"Oh, it's no problem," she said. He kissed her hand and departed, leaving her alone. She sighed and sat back down.
"Get up, you're supposed to celebrate, not mope around like a baka," Vegeta said gruffly. Bulma looked away.
"It's boring," she said. He stooped down next to her.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I'm alone. I have to sit here and watch all these people who I don't know dance and sing, while I'm alone," she said.
"You're such a baby," he muttered getting up. He began to walk away until she jumped up.
"Wait!" she said. He turned around and looked at her.
"What?" he said angrily.
"I have something to ask you," she said. He went over to her and looked at her.
"Tell me," he said. She nodded.
"Ok, I'll tell you what's been on my mind…"
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^_^ Yea I know kinda short, but hey I had a lot of HW to do. Review please and tell me if I need improvements, you can give suggestions and I would gladly take them!! And you know, the basics. Is it too fluffy? Do I need an emotional scene? What's goin on? You gotta tell me! *_*
