Longshanks and the Blue Maiden
Vegeta sat on his bed, studying the map of Scotland. His father was always in political matters with this rival country, and he knew that it would be a matter of time before his army would go to war. He was startled slightly as there was a knock at his door.
"Your highness?" a feminine voice said behind the door, knocking lightly. He smiled to himself as he knew who it was, Sybil, his guardian and care-taker ever since he was a child.
"You may Enter, Sybil." Vegeta said emotionlessly, but silently excited about seeing his favorite woman again, besides his mother, that is.
Sybil slowly entered the door to his chamber, smiling as her eyes went to him. She was elderly now, but she was still fascinated by the fact that once the man before her was an infant. She snapped out of her trance, looking at him.
"The King has requested your presence in the throne room, Prince Vegeta." She said quietly, bowing her head in respect for the man that would be King of England soon, and she could tell that his reign would be a great one for England.
"Thank you Sybil, now if you could, I just want you to do a favor for me." Vegeta said, smiling lightly as Sybil stared at him, knowing that she was like a second mother to him.
"Anything, my Prince." Sybil said, watching Vegeta intently. 'No matter how much I love that boy, I still am a servant.'
"Please notify Henry that I would like a messenger to James that I will send him 5 horses." Vegeta said, getting up from his bed and blowing out the candle that had provided him light for the past hour.
She looked at him curiously, but knowing to never question orders, stated simply, "Yes, my Lord."
Vegeta moved out of his room, knowing Sybil that she would be spending the next hour or so tiding up his room, she was always somewhat of a perfectionist. He walked down the corridors, knowing that he probably could find his way through the castle with his eyes closed, sick and with John on his back. Vegeta chuckled as he thought about his energetic little brother. He was just a little eccentric, everyone knew that. But, most 10-year-old children are.
The throne room doors were manned by guards, but they always were when the King was present. Since it seemed that England was constantly at war, the threat of assassinations were always present. His mother had been poisoned at least 3 times, and he didn't even know how many men were arrested for treason for attempted assassinations. It was insane all the shit that was in his family's castle.
The throne room doors were opened, obviously they had seen the resemblence between his father and himself. It was striking how much they looked alike, but no matter came about to it. It always was true that he had born a resemblence to the King of England, but their personality's were very unique from eachother's.
Vegeta walked in and stood before his father, eager to know what the hell this was all about. 'Yeah, right' he thought to himself as his father's eyes were bestowed upon him.
"Vegeta, there you are my son. You seem to have grown stronger." His father said smoothly and almost coldly, but there wasn't any difference between the way he spoke about anything. He was like a rock, never changing, without great force and effort.
"Well, obviously. I should've, since I won the Tournament of Blythe." Vegeta said sarcastically and coldly, and it was very noticeable that how very pissed off at his father he was. His father raised his brow, looking into his eyes coldly, the evidence of death and misery in his own.
"Well, onto another matter. You're marriage, of course, is very overdue. You know that it's a matter of time that I will be leaving this earth, Vegeta, so I believe it's time to know who the woman you've been to engaged to all of your life." His father said silky, his eyes never leaving his son.
Vegeta looked at his father, shocked. He was engaged to someone? He'd never been notified about this! He knew that as the Prince of England that it was just custom to be married between the ages of 15-20, but when did this occur?
"All of my life? When did this occur? Who is the woman that I am to be married to? How old is she?" Vegeta started spitting out questions like wildfire, his eyes wide and just waiting for answers. This was insane! The king raised his hand, silencing his eager son.
"You are to be married to Bulma of Castile, and she is 16. She's a very culturally developed woman who will be a suitable wife for a future King." His father said, smoothly, just sitting in his throne.
Vegeta stood there, comprehending all that was happening around him. He was to be married, to Bulma of Castile? But Castile was a province of Spain! Why would his father be telling his daughter to be marrying the King and his heir to marry a duchess?
"But Father, I understand land is a part of the relationship between marriages, but what good will come from sending Margaret to marry Fernando the VI and myself to marry Bulma of Castile?" Vegeta said, confused at his Father's odd logic.
"You know that it has been a royal secret for years that I've been trying to get enough money to launch a war with those damned Scotts, and by this way England can finally get enough gold to overthrow those bastards." He stated slowly, watching him like a hawk.
Vegeta just stood there, shocked. He didn't know what to do, or what to say. What DO you say exactly right after you find out that you're going to be married to one of the richest women in the world?
"Is she allowing this marriage to occur?" Vegeta said, stupidly, knowing what the answer was right after he said it.
"She doesn't have a choice, son. Men are only allow to not accept marriage proposals, you know that." His father stated, looking at his son with puzzlement. He had grown up a royal, he knew that. He saw his look of confusion and anger, trying to sooth and comfort his son for the first time.
"When I found out that I was to marry your Mother, I was shocked. There was no way that I was going to marry a french woman, but then I came to love her. You will come to love Bulma of Castile, my son, believe me." He said, watching his look of shock deepen as his son heard those words, his father had never shown any type of compassion before to him.
"Now son, you should go to your chambers. You will be leaving tomorrow to visit Woodstock with myself, it's about time that you fought some battles with your Father."
Vegeta just walked out of the throne room silently, going down the corridors to the kitchen, Alice was cooking as usual, and she watched the prince enter. Herself and the Prince had been friends ever since he was born, and she always had a batch of sugar cookies for the prince to eat. She was like a companion for the Prince, all the secrets that he spilled to her over the years.
"My Prince, what is wrong?" Alice said, with a hint of concern in her voice, watching the prince eat his cookie thoughtfully, staring at the counter.
"I believe that even you can't help me with this problem, Alice." He stated simply, walking out of the kitchen, wandering the castle's dark halls.
Vegeta sat on his bed, studying the map of Scotland. His father was always in political matters with this rival country, and he knew that it would be a matter of time before his army would go to war. He was startled slightly as there was a knock at his door.
"Your highness?" a feminine voice said behind the door, knocking lightly. He smiled to himself as he knew who it was, Sybil, his guardian and care-taker ever since he was a child.
"You may Enter, Sybil." Vegeta said emotionlessly, but silently excited about seeing his favorite woman again, besides his mother, that is.
Sybil slowly entered the door to his chamber, smiling as her eyes went to him. She was elderly now, but she was still fascinated by the fact that once the man before her was an infant. She snapped out of her trance, looking at him.
"The King has requested your presence in the throne room, Prince Vegeta." She said quietly, bowing her head in respect for the man that would be King of England soon, and she could tell that his reign would be a great one for England.
"Thank you Sybil, now if you could, I just want you to do a favor for me." Vegeta said, smiling lightly as Sybil stared at him, knowing that she was like a second mother to him.
"Anything, my Prince." Sybil said, watching Vegeta intently. 'No matter how much I love that boy, I still am a servant.'
"Please notify Henry that I would like a messenger to James that I will send him 5 horses." Vegeta said, getting up from his bed and blowing out the candle that had provided him light for the past hour.
She looked at him curiously, but knowing to never question orders, stated simply, "Yes, my Lord."
Vegeta moved out of his room, knowing Sybil that she would be spending the next hour or so tiding up his room, she was always somewhat of a perfectionist. He walked down the corridors, knowing that he probably could find his way through the castle with his eyes closed, sick and with John on his back. Vegeta chuckled as he thought about his energetic little brother. He was just a little eccentric, everyone knew that. But, most 10-year-old children are.
The throne room doors were manned by guards, but they always were when the King was present. Since it seemed that England was constantly at war, the threat of assassinations were always present. His mother had been poisoned at least 3 times, and he didn't even know how many men were arrested for treason for attempted assassinations. It was insane all the shit that was in his family's castle.
The throne room doors were opened, obviously they had seen the resemblence between his father and himself. It was striking how much they looked alike, but no matter came about to it. It always was true that he had born a resemblence to the King of England, but their personality's were very unique from eachother's.
Vegeta walked in and stood before his father, eager to know what the hell this was all about. 'Yeah, right' he thought to himself as his father's eyes were bestowed upon him.
"Vegeta, there you are my son. You seem to have grown stronger." His father said smoothly and almost coldly, but there wasn't any difference between the way he spoke about anything. He was like a rock, never changing, without great force and effort.
"Well, obviously. I should've, since I won the Tournament of Blythe." Vegeta said sarcastically and coldly, and it was very noticeable that how very pissed off at his father he was. His father raised his brow, looking into his eyes coldly, the evidence of death and misery in his own.
"Well, onto another matter. You're marriage, of course, is very overdue. You know that it's a matter of time that I will be leaving this earth, Vegeta, so I believe it's time to know who the woman you've been to engaged to all of your life." His father said silky, his eyes never leaving his son.
Vegeta looked at his father, shocked. He was engaged to someone? He'd never been notified about this! He knew that as the Prince of England that it was just custom to be married between the ages of 15-20, but when did this occur?
"All of my life? When did this occur? Who is the woman that I am to be married to? How old is she?" Vegeta started spitting out questions like wildfire, his eyes wide and just waiting for answers. This was insane! The king raised his hand, silencing his eager son.
"You are to be married to Bulma of Castile, and she is 16. She's a very culturally developed woman who will be a suitable wife for a future King." His father said, smoothly, just sitting in his throne.
Vegeta stood there, comprehending all that was happening around him. He was to be married, to Bulma of Castile? But Castile was a province of Spain! Why would his father be telling his daughter to be marrying the King and his heir to marry a duchess?
"But Father, I understand land is a part of the relationship between marriages, but what good will come from sending Margaret to marry Fernando the VI and myself to marry Bulma of Castile?" Vegeta said, confused at his Father's odd logic.
"You know that it has been a royal secret for years that I've been trying to get enough money to launch a war with those damned Scotts, and by this way England can finally get enough gold to overthrow those bastards." He stated slowly, watching him like a hawk.
Vegeta just stood there, shocked. He didn't know what to do, or what to say. What DO you say exactly right after you find out that you're going to be married to one of the richest women in the world?
"Is she allowing this marriage to occur?" Vegeta said, stupidly, knowing what the answer was right after he said it.
"She doesn't have a choice, son. Men are only allow to not accept marriage proposals, you know that." His father stated, looking at his son with puzzlement. He had grown up a royal, he knew that. He saw his look of confusion and anger, trying to sooth and comfort his son for the first time.
"When I found out that I was to marry your Mother, I was shocked. There was no way that I was going to marry a french woman, but then I came to love her. You will come to love Bulma of Castile, my son, believe me." He said, watching his look of shock deepen as his son heard those words, his father had never shown any type of compassion before to him.
"Now son, you should go to your chambers. You will be leaving tomorrow to visit Woodstock with myself, it's about time that you fought some battles with your Father."
Vegeta just walked out of the throne room silently, going down the corridors to the kitchen, Alice was cooking as usual, and she watched the prince enter. Herself and the Prince had been friends ever since he was born, and she always had a batch of sugar cookies for the prince to eat. She was like a companion for the Prince, all the secrets that he spilled to her over the years.
"My Prince, what is wrong?" Alice said, with a hint of concern in her voice, watching the prince eat his cookie thoughtfully, staring at the counter.
"I believe that even you can't help me with this problem, Alice." He stated simply, walking out of the kitchen, wandering the castle's dark halls.