Writing chapter four. I want to thank everyone who reviewed.
It just makes me smile =)
(I still don't own DBZ and I'm still disappointed about it.)
Soft music played in the background, swirling around the dancers that moved meticulously on the floor, their movements graceful and lifeless. Their brilliant and gaudy clothes flashing under the soft lighting. Guest mingled with one another, orchestrating their own ancient dance. All waited on edge for the entrance of the princess.
In the balcony doorway, half hidden by the shadows, the prince of the sayians stood in all his high-class servant finery, awaiting a glimpse of blue hair. In his hand a glass of earthen Champaign rested untouched, his glove covered hand coarse around the delicate stem. He had already given Kakkarot his orders, keep the princess away from all other suitors. A simple job he was sure, even he couldn't screw up.
Vegeta sighed haggardly, his patience wearing thin. As much as he enjoyed the hunt, the wait before was excruciating.
The blare of a trumpet jerked Vegeta from his drifting fantasies. The princess had arrived, bedecked in all the finery one would expect from the lady of such a rich planet. Blood colored stoned twinkled in her hair and on her ears, her neck auspiciously bare. She smiled bleakly at the wave of courtiers now bowing over her hand. Vegeta racked his gaze over her briefly, his eyes seeking out the woman behind her.
The blue haired woman had changed little from before. Her buccaneer clothing still clung to every curve, her knee-high boots worn and polished. Tiny, fragile crystals hung from her ears. Her bounty of hair was upswept into a cornet, a glowing crown on her head. A look of grim determination had settled on her face as she gazed at the princess, her brows furrowing with displeasure.
From the corner of his eye, Vegeta saw Kakkarot emerge from hiding. He seemed almost out of character in his regale finery, looking powerful, cunning and completely innocent. He forced his way to the princess, leading her quickly to the dance floor and away from her pursuers.
The blue haired woman was left alone, with only the occasional aristocrat trying to catch her eye. Vegeta set his glass on a near by table and went to her, his blood pumping as he began the familiar hunt.
Before he reached her, the heady sent of pine and sea air assaulted his senses. His nostrils flared, romanticizing the unusual fragrance, catching him slightly off guard. He stopped in his tracks behind her, merely breathing her in.
She turned sensing him behind her, her eyes flashing in anger," Are you sniffing me," she accused.
"As if I would," he responded in practiced ease," I simply didn't wish to catch you off guard before asking you to dance."
"You were going to ask me to dance."
"Yes I was going to ask you to dance, but I've changed my mind."
"Now what are you going to do," she asked, her interest peeked.
"Demanded it."
He swept her into his arms and onto the dance floor, leaving no room for protest. Their bodies swayed with the music, joining the formation of dancers. Bulma fumed internally irritated at the handsome stranger who had managed to startle her.
She gazed at him, from beneath the hood of her eyelids, taking in his rugged features. Her heartbeat quickened as his arms tightened around her waist, holding her tighter to him as the tempo picked up. The sheer power that radiated from him was intoxicating.
As the music stopped Bulma regained her wits, trying unsuccessfully to break away from his arms.
"What are you doing," she hissed, ceasing her struggles," Let go of me."
"Not quite yet, I want to know your name first."
"My name," she stammered. Her eyes glanced at Chi-Chi who was still dancing merrily," Uh my name is Chi-Chi."
"Chi-Chi, a lovely name."
"I'm sure it is," she started to struggle again," How about a fair turn, why don't you tell me who you are if you're so intent to hold me."
His answer never skipped a beat, rolling off his tongue with ease," You may call me Kakkarot."
Okay first I've got to say I know their both OOC but trust me it's better for the story this way. Second, I would like to get five reviews before I write the next chapter. Just to let me know what you people think. Lastly I want to apologize for the late update. Thanks for the patience.
It just makes me smile =)
(I still don't own DBZ and I'm still disappointed about it.)
Soft music played in the background, swirling around the dancers that moved meticulously on the floor, their movements graceful and lifeless. Their brilliant and gaudy clothes flashing under the soft lighting. Guest mingled with one another, orchestrating their own ancient dance. All waited on edge for the entrance of the princess.
In the balcony doorway, half hidden by the shadows, the prince of the sayians stood in all his high-class servant finery, awaiting a glimpse of blue hair. In his hand a glass of earthen Champaign rested untouched, his glove covered hand coarse around the delicate stem. He had already given Kakkarot his orders, keep the princess away from all other suitors. A simple job he was sure, even he couldn't screw up.
Vegeta sighed haggardly, his patience wearing thin. As much as he enjoyed the hunt, the wait before was excruciating.
The blare of a trumpet jerked Vegeta from his drifting fantasies. The princess had arrived, bedecked in all the finery one would expect from the lady of such a rich planet. Blood colored stoned twinkled in her hair and on her ears, her neck auspiciously bare. She smiled bleakly at the wave of courtiers now bowing over her hand. Vegeta racked his gaze over her briefly, his eyes seeking out the woman behind her.
The blue haired woman had changed little from before. Her buccaneer clothing still clung to every curve, her knee-high boots worn and polished. Tiny, fragile crystals hung from her ears. Her bounty of hair was upswept into a cornet, a glowing crown on her head. A look of grim determination had settled on her face as she gazed at the princess, her brows furrowing with displeasure.
From the corner of his eye, Vegeta saw Kakkarot emerge from hiding. He seemed almost out of character in his regale finery, looking powerful, cunning and completely innocent. He forced his way to the princess, leading her quickly to the dance floor and away from her pursuers.
The blue haired woman was left alone, with only the occasional aristocrat trying to catch her eye. Vegeta set his glass on a near by table and went to her, his blood pumping as he began the familiar hunt.
Before he reached her, the heady sent of pine and sea air assaulted his senses. His nostrils flared, romanticizing the unusual fragrance, catching him slightly off guard. He stopped in his tracks behind her, merely breathing her in.
She turned sensing him behind her, her eyes flashing in anger," Are you sniffing me," she accused.
"As if I would," he responded in practiced ease," I simply didn't wish to catch you off guard before asking you to dance."
"You were going to ask me to dance."
"Yes I was going to ask you to dance, but I've changed my mind."
"Now what are you going to do," she asked, her interest peeked.
"Demanded it."
He swept her into his arms and onto the dance floor, leaving no room for protest. Their bodies swayed with the music, joining the formation of dancers. Bulma fumed internally irritated at the handsome stranger who had managed to startle her.
She gazed at him, from beneath the hood of her eyelids, taking in his rugged features. Her heartbeat quickened as his arms tightened around her waist, holding her tighter to him as the tempo picked up. The sheer power that radiated from him was intoxicating.
As the music stopped Bulma regained her wits, trying unsuccessfully to break away from his arms.
"What are you doing," she hissed, ceasing her struggles," Let go of me."
"Not quite yet, I want to know your name first."
"My name," she stammered. Her eyes glanced at Chi-Chi who was still dancing merrily," Uh my name is Chi-Chi."
"Chi-Chi, a lovely name."
"I'm sure it is," she started to struggle again," How about a fair turn, why don't you tell me who you are if you're so intent to hold me."
His answer never skipped a beat, rolling off his tongue with ease," You may call me Kakkarot."
Okay first I've got to say I know their both OOC but trust me it's better for the story this way. Second, I would like to get five reviews before I write the next chapter. Just to let me know what you people think. Lastly I want to apologize for the late update. Thanks for the patience.