A/N: Hey! Once again I'm back. I'm sorry it took so long to update but I
started a new fic the other day and so I worked on that one a bit before
going on with this one. I know, I know, irresponsible right? Well that's
okay 'cause I was never responsible to begin with.
Cat: That's nothing to be proud of.
AG: Did I ask for your input? *re-reads the A/N* Nope definitely did not.
Cat: Are you implying something?
AG: I really wish my sister wasn't using the metal baseball bat today. Truly I do.
Cat: Can I do the disclaimer please? Pwease? *starts jumping up and down* (I hope the floor is sturdy ^^;)
AG: Well, just so you people know, and so you don't think I'm crazy, this is my anime bud, Cat---- Apparently she is doing the disclaimer.
Cat: ^___________^
AG: Are you going to do it or not?
Cat: *Jumps up and down once more and goes through the floor*
AG: -_-;
Cat: *struggles back through the hole in the floor* I'm okay--- anyway AG or I do not own DBZ. We DON'T. And if we did (which we don't) we would be rolling in money and buying our way through school etc. But if you don't understand that we just DON'T own DBZ and must sue, well, we don't have any money to counter such a vicious assault, but you can have my cardboard box. ^^
AG: Do you pity me? Cause I do.
Cat: Me t- HEY!
AG: Now on with the fic!
***
Angel shut the door quietly and smiled, silently remembering his laugh. It made her want to laugh again. Actually, she was having fun, real fun. Not her and Pan fun, real fun. That was something she hadn't done in a very long time. Eleven years to be exact.
She slowly looked around the room. It had a desk with a chair, a queen sized bed, a rather large closet, a dresser with a mirror hanging slightly above it, and as she walked further into the room she noted a bathroom complete with shower and tub. Suddenly though, Angel felt like she wasn't supposed to be here. Like it was wrong.
'You have been spending most of your life outside you know.' A little voice inside her head explained. And it was right, she felt like a caged animal. To be perfectly honest though, the room was pretty big. The ceiling scared her as well, she'd much rather look at the stars before she went to bed. She was tired and went to lie down on the bed. As it sank softly beneath her though, she found it most uncomfortable and proceeded to sleep on the floor.
***
Trunks walked down the hall, thinking to himself. Mostly stuff like, "Wow! She's great!" And, "I really want her to stay." But his thoughts were interrupted by the now audible sound off glass breaking.
"Crap." He hissed under his breath and quickened his pace. As he entered the throne room to find his mother throwing whatever she could find at his dad.
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"Bulma I don't---"
"DON'T YOU BULMA ME!" She yelled back as she threw a vase at her husband.
"IF YOU HADN'T TOLD HIM TO GO OUT THERE THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!" Trunks watched her pummel his dad with various objects for a few seconds more. Everyone knew the queen had the king wrapped around her finger but this- this was ridicules! 'If only I had a video camera.' Trunks thought before taking a deep breath.
"Mother I'm fine, really."
***
Bra walked gracefully up the stairs to the guest hall. When she had heard Trunk's request she was actually excited. A new woman in the palace was just what she needed and now she could even give her a makeover.
She reached the hall and looked down at the ink on her hand.
"Room number 272." She said walking down the hall looking at the numbers imprinted on the doors. When she found the right room she knocked lightly on the door. No one answered. She would kill Trunks if this were all a joke. She turned the knob a little and found it was unlocked so she pushed it open.
Bra looked around the room and almost didn't notice the slender figure asleep on the floor. She tiptoed quietly across the floor, but Angels senses were to keen and she was already awake. Bra looked down.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you."
"That's fine, it was only a cat nap." Angel said stretching. Bra raised an eyebrow.
"How come you were asleep on the floor?"
"Well, I guess I'm just used to it."
"What do you mean?" Angel had already concluded that Bra was nosier than her brother was.
"I travel around a lot."
"Oh, well I'm Bra." She said extending her hand. Angel took it and stood up.
"I'm An--- Krista." She said catching herself but Bra didn't seem to notice.
"Yikes! You must really travel around a lot!" Now Angel was offended. Sure she was a little dirty but she didn't think she looked that bad. But before she could say anything Bra was pushing her towards the bathroom.
"Now take a shower and I'll get my things, when I'm done you'll look great." Now Angel was just a little scared. But she wanted to shower so she reluctantly agreed with a fake smile. Bra ran off to her room and once again Angel was left alone.
***
Trunks sighed and tried as hard as he cold not to fall asleep during his father's lecture. He found it more convincing if he nodded his head and looked serious every once in a while. He had already explained what had happened but his dad was, as explained earlier, a tyrant. After his father was gone however is was his mother's turn.
"So?" Trunks just gave her a confused look. Bulma smiled and continued.
"Is she pretty?" Trunks blushed.
"MOM!" He said standing up. His mom just laughed.
"Of course she can stay Trunks." She said still smiling. "And it would give you an excuse for a break." She winked. Trunks smiled back.
"Thanks mother." He said giving her a hug, then leaving to get ready for tonight. His mother always found a loophole for him.
***
"So Vegeta, Trunks found a girl?" Goku said while sparring with his friend.
"If you want to look at it that way, then yes." The king replied coldly.
"Hey c'mon Vegeta, I thought you wanted this." Goku said kicking off the wall.
"Not to a peasant he dragged in from the dungeons."
"The dungeons?" Goku asked confused.
"Don't ask Kakarott, and even if you do I'm not willing to explain."
"Fine." He said slightly pouting but raising his power level all the same. The two flew at each other never hesitating. Goku blinked though, and that was all that Vegeta needed to land a punch on his opponent's jaw. He smirked.
"You're losing your touch Kakarott."
***
Angel had gotten out of the shower to find Bra looking in her mirror. She came out of the bathroom in a towel and sat down on the chair Bra had pulled from the desk to the dresser. She watched her in the mirror as she pulled a comb through her hair. When all the knots were out, which took a while, Bra looked back to her.
"Now before I decide the makeup and the hair style, I need to know the dress." She smiled and continued. "I picked out a few of mine, they're on the bed."
Angel stood up and gasped at the pile of dresses on her bed.
"That's a few?"
"Well, yeah."
"Oh." Angel said slowly. "What will your parents accept?"
"Well if you want to impress my mother then well, anything is fine as long as you have a nice attitude." She giggled as if remembering something but continued anyway. "But if you want to impress my dad then don't wear anything to flashy."
Angel gave Bra a do-I-look-like-a-flashy-person-to-you look. She laughed again. Angel concluded that she was all right, she liked her all-the-time- happy attitude. It made her happy too. She smiled and looked back at the bed. Her eyes locked onto a short baby blue dress. It was sleeveless but it still had thick straps and had a slightly square neckline. Angel pointed it out to Bra who picked it up and held it against her new friends' back.
"Good choice, it will bring out your skin tone, and your eyes." Angel smiled, this was fun. She hadn't worn a dress in a while. Bra separated it from the others and sat Angel back down again.
"Now for the hard part."
"Are you saying that I'm ugly?" Angel said in mock surprise.
"Of course not! But you could never compare with me." They two laughed at the joke as Bra started to dry Angel's hair. When she was finished she took out a container of a gold looking sort of gel. Angel eyed it suspiciously.
"That won't turn my hair blonde will it?"
"No. I hope." Angel whipped her head around and glared at Bra.
"Just joking, it'll only make it shine."
Angel let her apply it to her head. When Bra finally let her look into the mirror she was shocked. It hadn't turned her hair blonde but it had lightened it and made it shinier. She turned her head slightly and watched it glisten in the light.
"Wow, it looks great."
"That's only the beginning." Angel cringed, that's what she was afraid of.
When Bra was finished she let her look into the mirror. Angel didn't even recognize herself. Bra had straightened her hair and even trimmed the ends for her, now it was hanging lightly down her lower back. It looked the best it had in years. She had added some light blue and white shimmer to her eyelids and some mascara as well. Bra decided not to go with any blush because her friend was pretty tan anyway. But her light pink lip-gloss finished the look off nicely. Bra looked satisfied, and Angel was well, stunned. She had even done her nails for her in a soft cream color.
"Thanks, it's amazing." She managed to say. She was still looking in the mirror when Bra bent down and started to untie the ribbon on her ankle. Angel jerked her foot away suddenly mad.
"What are you doing?" She almost yelled.
"It won't go with your dress." Bra answered simply.
"Sorry, but it's important to me." She said not wanting to offend, Bra didn't seem to care.
"Well it suits you anyway, but if you must wear a ribbon at least it should match." She walked over to an intercom and pressed the button.
"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
A small boy's voice answered shyly, "yes milady?"
"Please fetch me a blue ribbon would you, and it must be thick. Bring it to room 272."
"Yes milady."
Bra turned back to Angel. I'll leave you alone now, but I'll come back to show you where the dinning hall is okay? Angel nodded and watched her leave. She picked up the dress and put it on. It fit perfectly and it was flattering to her shoulders. She looked her self up and down in the mirror before she picked up the shoes Bra had loaned her. They were just plain black with a rounded toe and were very comfortable. There was virtually no heel, only because she had asked that there not be one. She had never actually worn heels before. After she had slipped them on, there was a knock on the door. Angel walked up to it and opened it slowly. A boy no more than fourteen was standing there with a spool of ribbon. His head was bowed as he said,
"Milady requested this ribbon." Angel smiled gently as she put two fingers under his chin and raised his head. He looked at her with sad blue eyes under a mess of sandy blonde hair. 'He's a slave.' She thought to herself.
"I'm no royal, you don't have to bow." He smiled back and she showed him how long to cut it. When he left she decided that when she left she was going to do something for the slaves of this world. 'If you do leave.' The small voice in her head stated. Angel blushed at the thought. She tied the blue ribbon around her ankle in place of the black one and sighed. Now, all she needed to do was make it through this dinner.
***
A/N: Wow that's the longest chapter so far!
Cat: Thanks to my creative genius. ^^
AG: I've learned that it's just best to smile and nod.
Cat: AG has decided that this was as good as any place to leave off. Next time Angel realizes that Goku will be there to and he knows her through Pan as Angel. Oh man! What new problems will this cause! Stay tuned! ^^
AG: Hey those are my lines!
Cat: *grins and runs off*
AG: *shrugs* Hey, it worked. ^^
Cat: That's nothing to be proud of.
AG: Did I ask for your input? *re-reads the A/N* Nope definitely did not.
Cat: Are you implying something?
AG: I really wish my sister wasn't using the metal baseball bat today. Truly I do.
Cat: Can I do the disclaimer please? Pwease? *starts jumping up and down* (I hope the floor is sturdy ^^;)
AG: Well, just so you people know, and so you don't think I'm crazy, this is my anime bud, Cat---- Apparently she is doing the disclaimer.
Cat: ^___________^
AG: Are you going to do it or not?
Cat: *Jumps up and down once more and goes through the floor*
AG: -_-;
Cat: *struggles back through the hole in the floor* I'm okay--- anyway AG or I do not own DBZ. We DON'T. And if we did (which we don't) we would be rolling in money and buying our way through school etc. But if you don't understand that we just DON'T own DBZ and must sue, well, we don't have any money to counter such a vicious assault, but you can have my cardboard box. ^^
AG: Do you pity me? Cause I do.
Cat: Me t- HEY!
AG: Now on with the fic!
***
Angel shut the door quietly and smiled, silently remembering his laugh. It made her want to laugh again. Actually, she was having fun, real fun. Not her and Pan fun, real fun. That was something she hadn't done in a very long time. Eleven years to be exact.
She slowly looked around the room. It had a desk with a chair, a queen sized bed, a rather large closet, a dresser with a mirror hanging slightly above it, and as she walked further into the room she noted a bathroom complete with shower and tub. Suddenly though, Angel felt like she wasn't supposed to be here. Like it was wrong.
'You have been spending most of your life outside you know.' A little voice inside her head explained. And it was right, she felt like a caged animal. To be perfectly honest though, the room was pretty big. The ceiling scared her as well, she'd much rather look at the stars before she went to bed. She was tired and went to lie down on the bed. As it sank softly beneath her though, she found it most uncomfortable and proceeded to sleep on the floor.
***
Trunks walked down the hall, thinking to himself. Mostly stuff like, "Wow! She's great!" And, "I really want her to stay." But his thoughts were interrupted by the now audible sound off glass breaking.
"Crap." He hissed under his breath and quickened his pace. As he entered the throne room to find his mother throwing whatever she could find at his dad.
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"
"Bulma I don't---"
"DON'T YOU BULMA ME!" She yelled back as she threw a vase at her husband.
"IF YOU HADN'T TOLD HIM TO GO OUT THERE THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!" Trunks watched her pummel his dad with various objects for a few seconds more. Everyone knew the queen had the king wrapped around her finger but this- this was ridicules! 'If only I had a video camera.' Trunks thought before taking a deep breath.
"Mother I'm fine, really."
***
Bra walked gracefully up the stairs to the guest hall. When she had heard Trunk's request she was actually excited. A new woman in the palace was just what she needed and now she could even give her a makeover.
She reached the hall and looked down at the ink on her hand.
"Room number 272." She said walking down the hall looking at the numbers imprinted on the doors. When she found the right room she knocked lightly on the door. No one answered. She would kill Trunks if this were all a joke. She turned the knob a little and found it was unlocked so she pushed it open.
Bra looked around the room and almost didn't notice the slender figure asleep on the floor. She tiptoed quietly across the floor, but Angels senses were to keen and she was already awake. Bra looked down.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you."
"That's fine, it was only a cat nap." Angel said stretching. Bra raised an eyebrow.
"How come you were asleep on the floor?"
"Well, I guess I'm just used to it."
"What do you mean?" Angel had already concluded that Bra was nosier than her brother was.
"I travel around a lot."
"Oh, well I'm Bra." She said extending her hand. Angel took it and stood up.
"I'm An--- Krista." She said catching herself but Bra didn't seem to notice.
"Yikes! You must really travel around a lot!" Now Angel was offended. Sure she was a little dirty but she didn't think she looked that bad. But before she could say anything Bra was pushing her towards the bathroom.
"Now take a shower and I'll get my things, when I'm done you'll look great." Now Angel was just a little scared. But she wanted to shower so she reluctantly agreed with a fake smile. Bra ran off to her room and once again Angel was left alone.
***
Trunks sighed and tried as hard as he cold not to fall asleep during his father's lecture. He found it more convincing if he nodded his head and looked serious every once in a while. He had already explained what had happened but his dad was, as explained earlier, a tyrant. After his father was gone however is was his mother's turn.
"So?" Trunks just gave her a confused look. Bulma smiled and continued.
"Is she pretty?" Trunks blushed.
"MOM!" He said standing up. His mom just laughed.
"Of course she can stay Trunks." She said still smiling. "And it would give you an excuse for a break." She winked. Trunks smiled back.
"Thanks mother." He said giving her a hug, then leaving to get ready for tonight. His mother always found a loophole for him.
***
"So Vegeta, Trunks found a girl?" Goku said while sparring with his friend.
"If you want to look at it that way, then yes." The king replied coldly.
"Hey c'mon Vegeta, I thought you wanted this." Goku said kicking off the wall.
"Not to a peasant he dragged in from the dungeons."
"The dungeons?" Goku asked confused.
"Don't ask Kakarott, and even if you do I'm not willing to explain."
"Fine." He said slightly pouting but raising his power level all the same. The two flew at each other never hesitating. Goku blinked though, and that was all that Vegeta needed to land a punch on his opponent's jaw. He smirked.
"You're losing your touch Kakarott."
***
Angel had gotten out of the shower to find Bra looking in her mirror. She came out of the bathroom in a towel and sat down on the chair Bra had pulled from the desk to the dresser. She watched her in the mirror as she pulled a comb through her hair. When all the knots were out, which took a while, Bra looked back to her.
"Now before I decide the makeup and the hair style, I need to know the dress." She smiled and continued. "I picked out a few of mine, they're on the bed."
Angel stood up and gasped at the pile of dresses on her bed.
"That's a few?"
"Well, yeah."
"Oh." Angel said slowly. "What will your parents accept?"
"Well if you want to impress my mother then well, anything is fine as long as you have a nice attitude." She giggled as if remembering something but continued anyway. "But if you want to impress my dad then don't wear anything to flashy."
Angel gave Bra a do-I-look-like-a-flashy-person-to-you look. She laughed again. Angel concluded that she was all right, she liked her all-the-time- happy attitude. It made her happy too. She smiled and looked back at the bed. Her eyes locked onto a short baby blue dress. It was sleeveless but it still had thick straps and had a slightly square neckline. Angel pointed it out to Bra who picked it up and held it against her new friends' back.
"Good choice, it will bring out your skin tone, and your eyes." Angel smiled, this was fun. She hadn't worn a dress in a while. Bra separated it from the others and sat Angel back down again.
"Now for the hard part."
"Are you saying that I'm ugly?" Angel said in mock surprise.
"Of course not! But you could never compare with me." They two laughed at the joke as Bra started to dry Angel's hair. When she was finished she took out a container of a gold looking sort of gel. Angel eyed it suspiciously.
"That won't turn my hair blonde will it?"
"No. I hope." Angel whipped her head around and glared at Bra.
"Just joking, it'll only make it shine."
Angel let her apply it to her head. When Bra finally let her look into the mirror she was shocked. It hadn't turned her hair blonde but it had lightened it and made it shinier. She turned her head slightly and watched it glisten in the light.
"Wow, it looks great."
"That's only the beginning." Angel cringed, that's what she was afraid of.
When Bra was finished she let her look into the mirror. Angel didn't even recognize herself. Bra had straightened her hair and even trimmed the ends for her, now it was hanging lightly down her lower back. It looked the best it had in years. She had added some light blue and white shimmer to her eyelids and some mascara as well. Bra decided not to go with any blush because her friend was pretty tan anyway. But her light pink lip-gloss finished the look off nicely. Bra looked satisfied, and Angel was well, stunned. She had even done her nails for her in a soft cream color.
"Thanks, it's amazing." She managed to say. She was still looking in the mirror when Bra bent down and started to untie the ribbon on her ankle. Angel jerked her foot away suddenly mad.
"What are you doing?" She almost yelled.
"It won't go with your dress." Bra answered simply.
"Sorry, but it's important to me." She said not wanting to offend, Bra didn't seem to care.
"Well it suits you anyway, but if you must wear a ribbon at least it should match." She walked over to an intercom and pressed the button.
"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
A small boy's voice answered shyly, "yes milady?"
"Please fetch me a blue ribbon would you, and it must be thick. Bring it to room 272."
"Yes milady."
Bra turned back to Angel. I'll leave you alone now, but I'll come back to show you where the dinning hall is okay? Angel nodded and watched her leave. She picked up the dress and put it on. It fit perfectly and it was flattering to her shoulders. She looked her self up and down in the mirror before she picked up the shoes Bra had loaned her. They were just plain black with a rounded toe and were very comfortable. There was virtually no heel, only because she had asked that there not be one. She had never actually worn heels before. After she had slipped them on, there was a knock on the door. Angel walked up to it and opened it slowly. A boy no more than fourteen was standing there with a spool of ribbon. His head was bowed as he said,
"Milady requested this ribbon." Angel smiled gently as she put two fingers under his chin and raised his head. He looked at her with sad blue eyes under a mess of sandy blonde hair. 'He's a slave.' She thought to herself.
"I'm no royal, you don't have to bow." He smiled back and she showed him how long to cut it. When he left she decided that when she left she was going to do something for the slaves of this world. 'If you do leave.' The small voice in her head stated. Angel blushed at the thought. She tied the blue ribbon around her ankle in place of the black one and sighed. Now, all she needed to do was make it through this dinner.
***
A/N: Wow that's the longest chapter so far!
Cat: Thanks to my creative genius. ^^
AG: I've learned that it's just best to smile and nod.
Cat: AG has decided that this was as good as any place to leave off. Next time Angel realizes that Goku will be there to and he knows her through Pan as Angel. Oh man! What new problems will this cause! Stay tuned! ^^
AG: Hey those are my lines!
Cat: *grins and runs off*
AG: *shrugs* Hey, it worked. ^^