Disclaimer: I have one on my Prologue. Isn't it kind of stupid that I should have one on Chapter One or any other chapters? Didn't you already read that I don't own any characters from this anime? If you didn't, go back and read it, because I don't want to bluntly type it again. : )
Author's Note: Yay. Chapter One. Celebrate.
The lovely, blue-haired girl opened her eyes slowly. She had had that dream again ... the one that she had been having every night of her life since she was thirteen.
Bulma was now eighteen and still didn't know what the mysterious dream meant, but now, she didn't have time to ponder over it.
Her mother stared at her. "Are you all right, dear?"
Rubbing her eyes, Bulma tried to think clearly. Sometimes, it seemed like her mother knew about the mysterious dream even though she hadn't told her anything about it. 'Time to leave, time to leave..' Her mind was racing in thought. 'Leave to go where?'
"Oh!" She had remembered her mom was standing there suddenly. "Yes, I'm fine. Leaving to where?"
Mrs. Briefs nodded. "You, your father and I are to go to Vegetasei today, to speak with the Saiyajins about new technology. Remember?"
The truth slowly dawned on Bulma. 'Duh..' She thought to herself. How could she be so stupid? Her family had been planning this trip for months now. Vegeta no Ou had specifically requested to meet with Bulma's father, since he was the smartes man on Earth and practically ran the planet. Mrs. Briefs and her daughter had been basically terrified about the idea of going to Vegetasei, but who could deny the Saiyajin race anything? Doing so would most likely mean death; they had the power to destroy entire planets with just the flick of a pinky.
Bulma nodded to her mother.
"Okay then, dear." Mrs. Briefs let her trade-mark easy going smile trace back on her face. "Get on one of those nice dresses we got for you! Me and your father'll be in the kitchen eating breakfast. You're very welcome to join us. Oh, and don't worry about your suitcases! We had them loaded on the ship last night."
And with that, Mrs. Briefs twaddled out of the bedroom.
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Bulma hopped on out of bed. She was a bit shakey about the day but ready to start it. She went into her personal bathroom to tinkle (Everyone does it.), take a shower and brush her teeth. Luckily, she was one of those girls that didn't have to blow-dry her hair to make it look decent.
Wrapped tightly in a pink towel, Bulma made her way to her closet to select a dress. Her father had told her not to wear or pack any pants outfits since Saiyajins usually considered women to be inferior and might take offense to the notion. Bulma had been pretty ticked about that; she wasn't the biggest dress fan.
Finally, after about seven or eight different ones, she had found perfection in a light blue gown that had a split in the middle and trail in the back. It was strapless and beautiful, so she was able to wear the silver choker with matching earings and bracelts her mother had gotten her days before, not to mention the silver high-heeled shoes.
After getting dressed, she walked over to her make-up mirror where she applied light amouts of lip-stick and eye shadow.
She found herself gazing at her eyes. They were so different from the onyx eyes that watched her every night. She shivered slightly, thinking of her haunting dream.
'Snap out of it!' Her brain was telling her. 'It's just a stupid dream! Stop dwelling on fantasy and go do what's real, you moronic girl!'
Coming out of her dazing trance, Bulma headed downstairs for breakfast (even though she wasn't really hungy).
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While Bulma had been getting ready, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs had been in a heated discussion.
"I'm not ready to let her go yet.." The blonde woman was saying. "And I really don't think that she's ready to let go of us, either. Oh, how I love her!"
Mr. Briefs had shook his head. "It has to be done, dear. If not, the world is doomed and she'll be his anyway.."
There was then a solemn silence as both of them seemed to be remembering Bulma's first birthday.
---- Flashback ----
Mr. and Mrs. Briefs stood in the throne room in the palace of Vegetasei, Ms. Briefs holding their only daughter as the king stood by them, looking down at the child.
Mr. Briefs raised his voice. "Now, Sire, what is it you wished to see us about?"
Vegeta no Ou stoped his gazing at the baby and looked at the scientist, a bit taken aback by the man's bluntness. "You have heard the tale of The Legendary, have you not?"
Both the two humans nodded their heads "yes."
Basically everyone, (Yes, even the idiotic Earth-people) knew of the that tale. Supposedly, the two-thousandth king of Vegetasei was supposed to take a mate that came from another race and that bond would make him become the strongest in the entire universe--The Legendary--a Super Sayajin.
Mr. Briefs stared at the king. "And what does that tale have to do with me?"
The king grunted, then looked back down at the child in the female's arms.
"I think it should be obvious, Briefs."
The scientist didn't like where this was going at all. So, you are saying that Bulma here is the one to fit in this tale?"
The king merely nodded.
"And how is it you know that?"
Vegeta no Ou gave a stunningly simple answer. "Look on the back of her left ear."
Mrs. Briefs did just that, with her husband and the intimidating king watching. And there, behind her daughter's ear, was the birthmark shaped like a V.
The Saiyajin no Ou looked sternly at the two.
"My son--the prince--has the exact same mark on his right ear. For us Saiyajins, that symbol stands for the number thirteen. At that age, they will both be shockingly aware of each other's existance."
Mr. Briefs still looked suspicious. "And how was it you knew that my daughter had this mark?"
The king despised stupid questions, but answered anyway. "My brat's first words were 'Bulma Briefs,' and of course I knew of you and your famous inventions."
Both Chikyuujin looked simply stunned. They knew that Bulma's first word had been "Vegeta," but they would never admit that to him or anyone else. (Later they would tell her that her first word was "mecha.")
The king continued. "I want her for my son."
Mrs. Briefs looked as if she was about to faint, but Mr. Briefs stood his ground.
"We will not hand over our only daughter so easily for your race's selfish reasons, Sire. We simply cannot do that."
The king chose to ignore that insult, making one of his own. "I could always take her by force, and destroy your pathetic excuse for a planet."
The doctor was a little shocked by this comment. He loved his daughter, but he couldn't risk the lives of millions for only that.
"Well ... I'm sure we can come to some kind pf conpromise."
The compromise had been to send Bulma to Vegetasei at age eighteen. That would give her family plenty of time to raise her into a person they would be proud of, and eighteen was considered to be "coming of age" by Saiyajins. She would be ready by then..
---- End Flashback ----
And now the day had come. They were to give their beloved daughter to the Saiyajin Prince.
They had tried to tell Bulma the truth so many times, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it. Now they were about to take her into a new future and new life, and she didn't even know it!
Before anything else could be said between the two, Bulma entered the room.
"Morning Mom, morning Dad!" She greeted warmly.
"Morning, dear." Mr. Briefs said, not being able to muster a false smile for his daughter. He merely sipped his coffee and looked down at the paper that was in his hands.
Her mother, however, was much better at acting. "Hello, dear! Sleep well?"
"Yes, Mom." Sitting down at the table where two muffins were on a plate, just waiting for her to eat. But she couldn't; her butterflies wouldn't allow it.
Her father looked down at his watch, realizing the time. "Well, are we all set?"
The family stood up, ready at last.
They walked out of the house together for the last time.
Author's Note: Yay. Chapter One. Celebrate.
The lovely, blue-haired girl opened her eyes slowly. She had had that dream again ... the one that she had been having every night of her life since she was thirteen.
Bulma was now eighteen and still didn't know what the mysterious dream meant, but now, she didn't have time to ponder over it.
Her mother stared at her. "Are you all right, dear?"
Rubbing her eyes, Bulma tried to think clearly. Sometimes, it seemed like her mother knew about the mysterious dream even though she hadn't told her anything about it. 'Time to leave, time to leave..' Her mind was racing in thought. 'Leave to go where?'
"Oh!" She had remembered her mom was standing there suddenly. "Yes, I'm fine. Leaving to where?"
Mrs. Briefs nodded. "You, your father and I are to go to Vegetasei today, to speak with the Saiyajins about new technology. Remember?"
The truth slowly dawned on Bulma. 'Duh..' She thought to herself. How could she be so stupid? Her family had been planning this trip for months now. Vegeta no Ou had specifically requested to meet with Bulma's father, since he was the smartes man on Earth and practically ran the planet. Mrs. Briefs and her daughter had been basically terrified about the idea of going to Vegetasei, but who could deny the Saiyajin race anything? Doing so would most likely mean death; they had the power to destroy entire planets with just the flick of a pinky.
Bulma nodded to her mother.
"Okay then, dear." Mrs. Briefs let her trade-mark easy going smile trace back on her face. "Get on one of those nice dresses we got for you! Me and your father'll be in the kitchen eating breakfast. You're very welcome to join us. Oh, and don't worry about your suitcases! We had them loaded on the ship last night."
And with that, Mrs. Briefs twaddled out of the bedroom.
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Bulma hopped on out of bed. She was a bit shakey about the day but ready to start it. She went into her personal bathroom to tinkle (Everyone does it.), take a shower and brush her teeth. Luckily, she was one of those girls that didn't have to blow-dry her hair to make it look decent.
Wrapped tightly in a pink towel, Bulma made her way to her closet to select a dress. Her father had told her not to wear or pack any pants outfits since Saiyajins usually considered women to be inferior and might take offense to the notion. Bulma had been pretty ticked about that; she wasn't the biggest dress fan.
Finally, after about seven or eight different ones, she had found perfection in a light blue gown that had a split in the middle and trail in the back. It was strapless and beautiful, so she was able to wear the silver choker with matching earings and bracelts her mother had gotten her days before, not to mention the silver high-heeled shoes.
After getting dressed, she walked over to her make-up mirror where she applied light amouts of lip-stick and eye shadow.
She found herself gazing at her eyes. They were so different from the onyx eyes that watched her every night. She shivered slightly, thinking of her haunting dream.
'Snap out of it!' Her brain was telling her. 'It's just a stupid dream! Stop dwelling on fantasy and go do what's real, you moronic girl!'
Coming out of her dazing trance, Bulma headed downstairs for breakfast (even though she wasn't really hungy).
--------------------------
While Bulma had been getting ready, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs had been in a heated discussion.
"I'm not ready to let her go yet.." The blonde woman was saying. "And I really don't think that she's ready to let go of us, either. Oh, how I love her!"
Mr. Briefs had shook his head. "It has to be done, dear. If not, the world is doomed and she'll be his anyway.."
There was then a solemn silence as both of them seemed to be remembering Bulma's first birthday.
---- Flashback ----
Mr. and Mrs. Briefs stood in the throne room in the palace of Vegetasei, Ms. Briefs holding their only daughter as the king stood by them, looking down at the child.
Mr. Briefs raised his voice. "Now, Sire, what is it you wished to see us about?"
Vegeta no Ou stoped his gazing at the baby and looked at the scientist, a bit taken aback by the man's bluntness. "You have heard the tale of The Legendary, have you not?"
Both the two humans nodded their heads "yes."
Basically everyone, (Yes, even the idiotic Earth-people) knew of the that tale. Supposedly, the two-thousandth king of Vegetasei was supposed to take a mate that came from another race and that bond would make him become the strongest in the entire universe--The Legendary--a Super Sayajin.
Mr. Briefs stared at the king. "And what does that tale have to do with me?"
The king grunted, then looked back down at the child in the female's arms.
"I think it should be obvious, Briefs."
The scientist didn't like where this was going at all. So, you are saying that Bulma here is the one to fit in this tale?"
The king merely nodded.
"And how is it you know that?"
Vegeta no Ou gave a stunningly simple answer. "Look on the back of her left ear."
Mrs. Briefs did just that, with her husband and the intimidating king watching. And there, behind her daughter's ear, was the birthmark shaped like a V.
The Saiyajin no Ou looked sternly at the two.
"My son--the prince--has the exact same mark on his right ear. For us Saiyajins, that symbol stands for the number thirteen. At that age, they will both be shockingly aware of each other's existance."
Mr. Briefs still looked suspicious. "And how was it you knew that my daughter had this mark?"
The king despised stupid questions, but answered anyway. "My brat's first words were 'Bulma Briefs,' and of course I knew of you and your famous inventions."
Both Chikyuujin looked simply stunned. They knew that Bulma's first word had been "Vegeta," but they would never admit that to him or anyone else. (Later they would tell her that her first word was "mecha.")
The king continued. "I want her for my son."
Mrs. Briefs looked as if she was about to faint, but Mr. Briefs stood his ground.
"We will not hand over our only daughter so easily for your race's selfish reasons, Sire. We simply cannot do that."
The king chose to ignore that insult, making one of his own. "I could always take her by force, and destroy your pathetic excuse for a planet."
The doctor was a little shocked by this comment. He loved his daughter, but he couldn't risk the lives of millions for only that.
"Well ... I'm sure we can come to some kind pf conpromise."
The compromise had been to send Bulma to Vegetasei at age eighteen. That would give her family plenty of time to raise her into a person they would be proud of, and eighteen was considered to be "coming of age" by Saiyajins. She would be ready by then..
---- End Flashback ----
And now the day had come. They were to give their beloved daughter to the Saiyajin Prince.
They had tried to tell Bulma the truth so many times, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it. Now they were about to take her into a new future and new life, and she didn't even know it!
Before anything else could be said between the two, Bulma entered the room.
"Morning Mom, morning Dad!" She greeted warmly.
"Morning, dear." Mr. Briefs said, not being able to muster a false smile for his daughter. He merely sipped his coffee and looked down at the paper that was in his hands.
Her mother, however, was much better at acting. "Hello, dear! Sleep well?"
"Yes, Mom." Sitting down at the table where two muffins were on a plate, just waiting for her to eat. But she couldn't; her butterflies wouldn't allow it.
Her father looked down at his watch, realizing the time. "Well, are we all set?"
The family stood up, ready at last.
They walked out of the house together for the last time.
