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Chapter 4
Bulma slumped over a bit, losing her regal air. "Well he is a prince (I never did get why everyone called Frieza, Lord Frieza when his father was a king. I thought he should have been a prince) and none of the fighters can be refused. Especially not Frieza. I heard Father talking about it to a guard on the way here. Can you believe that? He told a GUARD before he told ME."
Chichi's face darkened with worry. "Do you know what this means? He is the strongest being in all the galaxies. He will fight Bulma in the finals and she will lose."
18's hand went to her mouth. "You'll have to marry him."
"I know." For a moment, just a moment it looked as if she would cry. But she wouldn't, couldn't cry, for she had a reputation to uphold. Her shoulders straighten and her face grew determined. "Might as well enjoy my time as a single Princess."
Chichi cheered. "That's the spirit!"
18 nodded. "You should get out a do something you always wanted to."
"Yeah.I think.I think I shall go the royal library."
"Library, why would you want to go there?"
"I have not been there in ages, I might as well see it again. I wonder if it is as grand as I remember it."
"Well, to library then." Chichi shot Kakarrot a smile. "We have to go now, but we'll see you later, Goku."
18 raised her eyebrow. "Goku?"
"Long story."
Bulma shook her head. "Come on, you guys I have countless things I want to accomplish before I'm tided down by the ol' ball and chain."
They searched the castle for the library, surprised that they did not remember where it was.
Bulma stopped a passing guard. "You there, tell me where the royal library is."
"I think it is past the north tower, Princess."
"You think? You think? A guard is required to know this palace from top to bottom. You are no guard of my families if you do not. You are officially fired." 18 took her cue once again and killed him with one ki blast. Bulma stepped over the body. "Remind me to get someone to clean this mess up. I never liked that fool anyway."
They got to the library in about eight minutes. It had grand wooden doors, they were a rich chestnut with intricate cravings of battle scenes. Bulma opened the doors, it was exactly as she remembered it. The ceiling was 25 feet tall with a painting of the Battle of Utami, when the Taimersans defeated the Omu Army in 112567, year of the Quag Moon. There where shelf after shelf of books on every wall. The ground was pure white marble tiles that were polished so much that it could double as a mirror. Stained glass windows went from floor to ceiling, splashing color on the walls.
Bulma started with the shelf closest to her. She picked up a book and read the inside for about a minute before snorting disgustedly and putting it back down. She paced in front of the bookshelves. "Fairytales, love stories, no wonder I haven't come back here. It's a complete waste of time really. Where are the battles, the blood, war? Tell me Chi, who stocked these shelves?"
"Atmu Rugo."
"Remind me to have him executed." Bulma walked up to another shelf that contained all non-fiction and picked up a book about the Omu War. "See now this is better. No unrealistic happy endings, revolting romances, or pathetic damsels in distress. This is real life. Let's go, I tire of this already." Bulma spun on her heel and walked back out of the grand doors.
Chichi walked up next to her. "What next?"
"Hmmm.I'm still pissed at my father for not telling me that Frieza was entering the tournament.and for insisting we have the tournament in the first place. I also overheard him saying that King Vegeta would be visiting and there would be a banquet in his honor. I know the prefect way of getting him back."
18 raised any eyebrow. "How?" Bulma whispered her plan so that no one would over hear. The two guards grinned evilly. "I like it."
Chichi nodded in agreement. "So.why is King Vegeta coming anyway?"
"Something like 'the brat needs supervision', whatever that means."
"Come on, lets go to Bulma's room to get ready. I'll race ya."
18 snorted. "You'll lose."
"Oh yeah?"
"Hell yeah."
"Ok, it's a challenge. What's the winner get?"
"Hmm.Two Benti sound fair?"
"I should be the one asking you that 'cause you'll be the one paying up."
"We'll see about that."
Five minutes later.
Chichi growled and threw her purse at 18. "Take the stupid money."
"No need to be a sore loser."
"I am NOT a sore loser, but I knew who's a cheater."
"CHEAT? I could beat you in my sleep."
"Keep telling yourself that?"
There was a timid knock that the door. Bulma answered it. "Some left this for you, Princess."
Bulma snatched the package out of the servants shaking hands. "There is a little mess I want to scrape off the ground by the north tower." She slammed the door and sat on her bed.
Chichi hovered over her. "What is it? Who's it from?"
"I dunno, if you'd let me read it then I'll tell you." She peeled the note off the package.
I heard you were having trouble finding a book to read. This one you will enjoy. Read it.
Prince Vegeta.
Bulma unwrapped the package. It was a beautiful book, it was burgundy with gold letters. It was called A Rose's Thorns. It was about a Princess named Rose who is tired of being treated like she is made of glass so when her parents send her to a neighboring planet for education, she pretends to be a boy named Thorn and becomes a soldier. 'This could be promising.'
"Well?" Chichi tapped her foot.
"It's nothing." Bulma put the book under her bed. "Let's hurry up and get ready."
)())(
King Vegeta sat to the left of King Briefs, on his right was his son Vegeta. He had requested it, so if the brat did or said anything stupid he could fix it. He would not let Vegeta ruin this opportunity, Princess Bulma was known for her beauty, strength, and intelligence. She and his son would make perfect offspring. Who knows, their brat could turn out to the legendry. And it would be thanks to his superior genius.
He looked around the room and suppressed a yawn. Now all he had to do was stay awake and keep his eye on Vegeta. After Vegeta had left for Taimersa, King Vegeta decided that he didn't like his attitude and wondered whether he would mess this up. He notified King Briefs that he would come shortly and would be bringing his guards. He glanced behind him at Radditz, his most trusted guard. He had been really eager to come, something about a chance to beat his brother up on another planet.
He tapped his foot and inspected his finger nails. When was that princess going to get here? The Queen's incessant babbling was giving him a migraine, and he was getting hungry.
The doors opened and someone said. "All bow to your Princess." King Vegeta stood and was about to bow when he noticed Vegeta didn't move. Vegeta was doing something stupid and now he had to fix it. He smacked him in the head. See, he knew he came here for a reason, his brat didn't know how to act in public.
Vegeta snarled at him stood up for two seconds and sat back down. King Vegeta sighed, at least he was making progress. Vegeta crossed his arms. His father had came here just to treat like a child. He didn't need a old man breathing down his neck. If he didn't feel like standing up every time she came in the room, then he wouldn't.
Vegeta's scowl quickly turned into a smirk when he saw what Bulma was wearing. It was her royal armor, it was royal blue and gold complete with blue spandex, white gloves, and gold tipped boots. Usually she combed her hair until it was silky, but this time she hadn't bothered, it was spiky and up in a high pony tail. She was carrying two daggers in her hands, the sharpened blades gleamed. She looked like she was going into battle.
Bulma sat down beside her father who looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel. He leaned over. "I thought you knew this would be a formal engagement."
She smiled evilly, not lonely had she not bothered to comb her hair, she hadn't filed down her teeth. They were sharp, fanglike teeth that usually scared people. "I knew."
"Then why did you come here dressed like that?"
"What are you talking about, this is my best armor."
He struggled to keep his voice down. "You know what I mean."
Bulma gave him a quick dark look before to turning to King Vegeta. "I sorry that my father has neglected to introduce us, as he has other things." She gave him another look, hoping he got the point. He did.
King Vegeta was floored. She certainly was a beauty, and the way she was dressed pleased him. She was a true warrior. He glanced at to his right at Vegeta. Why did he deserve to be mated to her? He was but an immature spoiled egotistical brat (HEY!!! Vegeta is NOT spoiled!!!) he was not worthy of her. Now, a fine distinguished intelligent man like himself would be perfect for her. Screw his brat, she was his.
Bulma eyed him curiously. He had spiky red brown gravity defying hair. Next to him sat the guy she had sparred with not that long ago. She was not an idiot, she could put two and two together. He must be his son, and if that was the case, then that would make him Prince Vegeta. The very same prince who had given her the necklace and the book. That was strange, he didn't seem like the giving type. She had a lot of work to do if she would ever figure him out.
King Briefs held his head. Why, why, why did Bulma have to act like this when King Vegeta was visiting? He exhaled and tried to remain calm. "My apologies, Bulma dear this is King Vegeta."
He nodded regally. "So you are the Princess everyone is fighting over."
"I suppose you could say that, I would say that I am the trophy mate everyone is fighting over but whatever you prefer."
The king chuckled. "You have quite a daughter."
King Briefs glared at her. "Yes I do."
Bulma crossed her arms. "When is the food getting here so I can hurry up and eat and leave?"
The older sayian laughed. "Yes, I was never the one for banquets."
King Briefs sighed and hoped the night wouldn't get any worse. Bulma shoved all the food she could get into her mouth with out breathing and asked be excused. As soon as she left, Vegeta stood up from the table. King Vegeta smacked him in the air.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. "I wish to be excused."
"No brat, you will sit your *** back down."
Vegeta rolled his eyes and left. He was walling to his rooms when something tackled him. He didn't now what annoyed him more, the fact that he was tackled or the fact that he didn't know the person was there.
The attacker covered his mouth. "Shhh! Just listen to me!"
HellRaiser: Wanna know who his attacker is? Well review and I might get the next chapter out. Come on people, I crave feedback!!!
Thom Lozier: I'll be sure to recheck my spelling.
Kuririn's Onna: Thanks
Kitty: I'll read one of your stories as soon as I can. I'm on punishment and the rents are monitoring my comp time.
Chapter 4
Bulma slumped over a bit, losing her regal air. "Well he is a prince (I never did get why everyone called Frieza, Lord Frieza when his father was a king. I thought he should have been a prince) and none of the fighters can be refused. Especially not Frieza. I heard Father talking about it to a guard on the way here. Can you believe that? He told a GUARD before he told ME."
Chichi's face darkened with worry. "Do you know what this means? He is the strongest being in all the galaxies. He will fight Bulma in the finals and she will lose."
18's hand went to her mouth. "You'll have to marry him."
"I know." For a moment, just a moment it looked as if she would cry. But she wouldn't, couldn't cry, for she had a reputation to uphold. Her shoulders straighten and her face grew determined. "Might as well enjoy my time as a single Princess."
Chichi cheered. "That's the spirit!"
18 nodded. "You should get out a do something you always wanted to."
"Yeah.I think.I think I shall go the royal library."
"Library, why would you want to go there?"
"I have not been there in ages, I might as well see it again. I wonder if it is as grand as I remember it."
"Well, to library then." Chichi shot Kakarrot a smile. "We have to go now, but we'll see you later, Goku."
18 raised her eyebrow. "Goku?"
"Long story."
Bulma shook her head. "Come on, you guys I have countless things I want to accomplish before I'm tided down by the ol' ball and chain."
They searched the castle for the library, surprised that they did not remember where it was.
Bulma stopped a passing guard. "You there, tell me where the royal library is."
"I think it is past the north tower, Princess."
"You think? You think? A guard is required to know this palace from top to bottom. You are no guard of my families if you do not. You are officially fired." 18 took her cue once again and killed him with one ki blast. Bulma stepped over the body. "Remind me to get someone to clean this mess up. I never liked that fool anyway."
They got to the library in about eight minutes. It had grand wooden doors, they were a rich chestnut with intricate cravings of battle scenes. Bulma opened the doors, it was exactly as she remembered it. The ceiling was 25 feet tall with a painting of the Battle of Utami, when the Taimersans defeated the Omu Army in 112567, year of the Quag Moon. There where shelf after shelf of books on every wall. The ground was pure white marble tiles that were polished so much that it could double as a mirror. Stained glass windows went from floor to ceiling, splashing color on the walls.
Bulma started with the shelf closest to her. She picked up a book and read the inside for about a minute before snorting disgustedly and putting it back down. She paced in front of the bookshelves. "Fairytales, love stories, no wonder I haven't come back here. It's a complete waste of time really. Where are the battles, the blood, war? Tell me Chi, who stocked these shelves?"
"Atmu Rugo."
"Remind me to have him executed." Bulma walked up to another shelf that contained all non-fiction and picked up a book about the Omu War. "See now this is better. No unrealistic happy endings, revolting romances, or pathetic damsels in distress. This is real life. Let's go, I tire of this already." Bulma spun on her heel and walked back out of the grand doors.
Chichi walked up next to her. "What next?"
"Hmmm.I'm still pissed at my father for not telling me that Frieza was entering the tournament.and for insisting we have the tournament in the first place. I also overheard him saying that King Vegeta would be visiting and there would be a banquet in his honor. I know the prefect way of getting him back."
18 raised any eyebrow. "How?" Bulma whispered her plan so that no one would over hear. The two guards grinned evilly. "I like it."
Chichi nodded in agreement. "So.why is King Vegeta coming anyway?"
"Something like 'the brat needs supervision', whatever that means."
"Come on, lets go to Bulma's room to get ready. I'll race ya."
18 snorted. "You'll lose."
"Oh yeah?"
"Hell yeah."
"Ok, it's a challenge. What's the winner get?"
"Hmm.Two Benti sound fair?"
"I should be the one asking you that 'cause you'll be the one paying up."
"We'll see about that."
Five minutes later.
Chichi growled and threw her purse at 18. "Take the stupid money."
"No need to be a sore loser."
"I am NOT a sore loser, but I knew who's a cheater."
"CHEAT? I could beat you in my sleep."
"Keep telling yourself that?"
There was a timid knock that the door. Bulma answered it. "Some left this for you, Princess."
Bulma snatched the package out of the servants shaking hands. "There is a little mess I want to scrape off the ground by the north tower." She slammed the door and sat on her bed.
Chichi hovered over her. "What is it? Who's it from?"
"I dunno, if you'd let me read it then I'll tell you." She peeled the note off the package.
I heard you were having trouble finding a book to read. This one you will enjoy. Read it.
Prince Vegeta.
Bulma unwrapped the package. It was a beautiful book, it was burgundy with gold letters. It was called A Rose's Thorns. It was about a Princess named Rose who is tired of being treated like she is made of glass so when her parents send her to a neighboring planet for education, she pretends to be a boy named Thorn and becomes a soldier. 'This could be promising.'
"Well?" Chichi tapped her foot.
"It's nothing." Bulma put the book under her bed. "Let's hurry up and get ready."
)())(
King Vegeta sat to the left of King Briefs, on his right was his son Vegeta. He had requested it, so if the brat did or said anything stupid he could fix it. He would not let Vegeta ruin this opportunity, Princess Bulma was known for her beauty, strength, and intelligence. She and his son would make perfect offspring. Who knows, their brat could turn out to the legendry. And it would be thanks to his superior genius.
He looked around the room and suppressed a yawn. Now all he had to do was stay awake and keep his eye on Vegeta. After Vegeta had left for Taimersa, King Vegeta decided that he didn't like his attitude and wondered whether he would mess this up. He notified King Briefs that he would come shortly and would be bringing his guards. He glanced behind him at Radditz, his most trusted guard. He had been really eager to come, something about a chance to beat his brother up on another planet.
He tapped his foot and inspected his finger nails. When was that princess going to get here? The Queen's incessant babbling was giving him a migraine, and he was getting hungry.
The doors opened and someone said. "All bow to your Princess." King Vegeta stood and was about to bow when he noticed Vegeta didn't move. Vegeta was doing something stupid and now he had to fix it. He smacked him in the head. See, he knew he came here for a reason, his brat didn't know how to act in public.
Vegeta snarled at him stood up for two seconds and sat back down. King Vegeta sighed, at least he was making progress. Vegeta crossed his arms. His father had came here just to treat like a child. He didn't need a old man breathing down his neck. If he didn't feel like standing up every time she came in the room, then he wouldn't.
Vegeta's scowl quickly turned into a smirk when he saw what Bulma was wearing. It was her royal armor, it was royal blue and gold complete with blue spandex, white gloves, and gold tipped boots. Usually she combed her hair until it was silky, but this time she hadn't bothered, it was spiky and up in a high pony tail. She was carrying two daggers in her hands, the sharpened blades gleamed. She looked like she was going into battle.
Bulma sat down beside her father who looked like he was going to pop a blood vessel. He leaned over. "I thought you knew this would be a formal engagement."
She smiled evilly, not lonely had she not bothered to comb her hair, she hadn't filed down her teeth. They were sharp, fanglike teeth that usually scared people. "I knew."
"Then why did you come here dressed like that?"
"What are you talking about, this is my best armor."
He struggled to keep his voice down. "You know what I mean."
Bulma gave him a quick dark look before to turning to King Vegeta. "I sorry that my father has neglected to introduce us, as he has other things." She gave him another look, hoping he got the point. He did.
King Vegeta was floored. She certainly was a beauty, and the way she was dressed pleased him. She was a true warrior. He glanced at to his right at Vegeta. Why did he deserve to be mated to her? He was but an immature spoiled egotistical brat (HEY!!! Vegeta is NOT spoiled!!!) he was not worthy of her. Now, a fine distinguished intelligent man like himself would be perfect for her. Screw his brat, she was his.
Bulma eyed him curiously. He had spiky red brown gravity defying hair. Next to him sat the guy she had sparred with not that long ago. She was not an idiot, she could put two and two together. He must be his son, and if that was the case, then that would make him Prince Vegeta. The very same prince who had given her the necklace and the book. That was strange, he didn't seem like the giving type. She had a lot of work to do if she would ever figure him out.
King Briefs held his head. Why, why, why did Bulma have to act like this when King Vegeta was visiting? He exhaled and tried to remain calm. "My apologies, Bulma dear this is King Vegeta."
He nodded regally. "So you are the Princess everyone is fighting over."
"I suppose you could say that, I would say that I am the trophy mate everyone is fighting over but whatever you prefer."
The king chuckled. "You have quite a daughter."
King Briefs glared at her. "Yes I do."
Bulma crossed her arms. "When is the food getting here so I can hurry up and eat and leave?"
The older sayian laughed. "Yes, I was never the one for banquets."
King Briefs sighed and hoped the night wouldn't get any worse. Bulma shoved all the food she could get into her mouth with out breathing and asked be excused. As soon as she left, Vegeta stood up from the table. King Vegeta smacked him in the air.
Vegeta gritted his teeth. "I wish to be excused."
"No brat, you will sit your *** back down."
Vegeta rolled his eyes and left. He was walling to his rooms when something tackled him. He didn't now what annoyed him more, the fact that he was tackled or the fact that he didn't know the person was there.
The attacker covered his mouth. "Shhh! Just listen to me!"
HellRaiser: Wanna know who his attacker is? Well review and I might get the next chapter out. Come on people, I crave feedback!!!