Longshanks and the Blue Maiden
Author's Note: Okay, so, firstly, there's something I'd like to say. Shigasu's been busting her ass, and I just don't find it all that fair that people have been flaming her fics like it's no tomorrow. The girl's one of the best author's I've ever read, and if my fics were HALF as good as hers, then I would be a happy woman. But...they're not. *sighs* Oh well.
Oh, and by the way, BULMA IS A DUCHESS. NOT A PRINCESS. I'm sorry, but it's just annoying me. *points to summary* T_T
Oh well, ON WITH THE STORY.
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Chapter 11: Acquaintances
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Vegeta gaped at Ferdinand, he must be joking, right? His eyes stayed wide, and then gained some composure.
"No, actually, I didn't. Why is this?" He asked, his surprise obviously showing through as he watched the server come with his stew and bread, serving from the left.
"It's tradition, as far as we're concerned, it is inappropriate for you to lay eyes on my daughter until I have inspected you. It's just tradition, you must prove yourself, your Highness." Ferdinand said, his eyes puzzled as he gazed at the young prince.
Vegeta just sat, confused in all of this surrounding him. He didn't know anything about this, the not even being able to lay eyes on Bulma. What if she was some kind of fat pig, or a hideous string bean? His father wouldn't do that, but you never knew...this was his father, really.
Vegeta sat in silence for the rest of the meal, wondering why his Father had failed to mention this little part of tradition. He sighed, and took a spoonful of stew.
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"Very good, Vegeta. You're a very good shot, you know that?" Geoffrey said, watching the prince's every move.
"Of course I know this, you bastard." Vegeta said, glaring at the Earl. He closed one eye, and aimed at the bulls-eye. He pulled the bow back slowly, and released. A perfect hit, dead center. He ignored a person that came behind, he could feel their gaze penetrating his very soul.
"Damn...you're good." The stranger mumbled, and Vegeta smirked. He turned and looked at him, standing in his famous stance.
"I am not good, you idiot, I am the best." Vegeta watched him and glared as the stranger shook his head.
"I will show you who is the best." The man said, his black hair jetting up towards the sky. His robes were a strange color, orange. He wasn't familiar with the family who wore orange robes, maybe it was a school. Vegeta just kept his thoughts to himself, then replied.
"Is that a challenge, you fool?" Vegeta said, watching his every move.
"Yes, I believe it is, Prince Vegeta." He watched him, his gaze looked into a staring match with the almost furious prince. He could tell that he was younger than him, but not by that much.
"Alright, but you will loose. I can guarantee that." Vegeta smirked.
The stranger took the bow that he held in his hand, and an arrow from his case on his back. He aimed and released, hitting exactly the bulls-eye. Vegeta's eyes widened for a moment, then gained his composure. He did the same, and split the stranger's bow in half with his own. He smirked, and then walked over to the stranger.
"What is your name?" Vegeta asked, looking suspiciously at the tall man in orange.
"My name is Goku, son of Gohan of Ephany. I am here to win the honor to marry Chi-Chi of Castile, but I know who you are. You're Vegeta of England, Prince of England and heir to the throne. It is a pleasure to meet you." He bowed, and then grinned at him sheepishly.
"Well, thank you, good Count. Chi-Chi is the Countess of Maronburg, correct?" Vegeta said, crossing his arms and watching him.
"Yeah, she is. It's bullshit though that we can't see them until we're 'good enough', but that's alright...I've heard that the women that we're trying to 'win' are always watching us." Goku said, smirking a little. He liked the idea of being watched over by a woman that had a reputation of being the sexiest woman in Europe.
"Really? Interesting I thought-" Vegeta was stopped by a man riding down the field on a horse, in all his glory. He could already see that the man was a show-off, and he rolled his eyes at this.
"Who's that?" Vegeta said, motioning to the man riding on the horse.
"Oh, that's Yamcha. He says that he's been with every woman in this castle now, and he just thinks that he's a lady killer. Son of Robert the Bruce, the XV, and thinks that he owns everything. He's probably one of the poorest here, but he loves to spend his daddy's money." Goku said, rolling his eyes. He had always hated the man acting as if he was some kind of God, and that just got on his nerves.
Yamcha rode up to them, and bounded down.
"Well, if it isn't Goku, virgin boy, and a new friend. Oh what a PLEASURE to meet you it is. My name is Yamcha, Count of Deburrary. And, you are...?" He said, making sure to swish his robe at least 3 times. Vegeta was beginning to see why Goku had shown such an apparent dislike to the man.
"Do you want me to go into all of my titles, honestly?" He smirked, and then watched him pale a little. Yamcha smirked in return.
"Sure, go right ahead." He said, suspecting that he was just some kind of Earl or maybe even a Duke, possibly.
Vegeta smirked, and then recited in a perfect manner:
(Now, people, the man that I'm basing this story off of had EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE TITLES. Meaning, that this took a shit load of research to do, thank you, and practically every fact and place is real in this story).
"I am the...
+ Earl of Stamford + Earl of Grantham + Earl of Warenne + Earl of Bristol + Count of Gloucester + Earl of Essex + Duke of Cheshire + Earl of Durham + Count of Dublin + Lord of Leinster + Lord of Meith + Count of Limerick + Count of Athlone + Duke of Gascony + Prince and Heir of Henry the III's Throne of England." Vegeta said, smirking and then placing his feet and arms in his trademark stance.
Yamcha and Goku stood there, jaws dropped, and Vegeta just smirked. Yamcha looked shocked at this, and then quickly bowed his head in deepest respect. Vegeta was the King of England, for God's sake! He shook his head, and then thought in disgust with himself. He smirked as his eyes met the gaze of the arrogant Prince yet again.
"I am soon to be the Duke of Bruce, son of Yamcha the Bruce the XV, your Highness." He put as much sarcasm as he could in his voice, straining to make sure that he let the Prince know that he was not over him mentally. Physically and politically, yes, but not mentally. Not yet, at least...
"Delightful. Yamcha is here to 'win' Matilda of Castile, the Duchess of Boreadaux." Goku said, smiling lightly. 'He's disgustingly cheerful, that Goku is' Vegeta thought to himself. He couldn't stand happy people, they were just so stupid it seemed. But really, what could you expect from a man that was from Ephany?
"Yes, I am. I've slept with every woman in that castle, I can guarantee that. But I can tell...Bulma is by far the best woman in bed that I've ever had. Women just eat out of the palm of my hand, I'm sorry to say." He said, smirking and then looking at Vegeta, who was glaring at him.
"What do YOU know about Bulma of Castile?" Vegeta said, obviously disgusted that possibly the man in front of him could have possibly fucked up his possible future Queen.
"She's just a whore, that's all." He said, and backing away from Vegeta a little when his eyes flashed with fury that stayed calm.
"She's to be my future Queen, if everything goes to plan, you bastard." Vegeta said, growling a little in his throat.
How DARE this low life Earl talk to the future King of England in such a pathetic manner?
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Author's Note: =D YAY! Chapter 11 finally done. I'm really happy about myself, though. I mean, this took me a while to do. I had some writer's block, and I also had to do some planning and research for this chapter in perticular. I'm surprised though that no one's even given a HINT of who they think that Vegeta might be in this story. *sighs* Come ON now, peoples. Oh, and I'm sorry if Goku's a little OCC. Well, it's an A/U, so I =P lol
Oh, and if you want to be on the update list thing, just email me @ hard_rocker119@yahoo.com. Thanks, and PLEASE, Review!!!!
Author's Note: Okay, so, firstly, there's something I'd like to say. Shigasu's been busting her ass, and I just don't find it all that fair that people have been flaming her fics like it's no tomorrow. The girl's one of the best author's I've ever read, and if my fics were HALF as good as hers, then I would be a happy woman. But...they're not. *sighs* Oh well.
Oh, and by the way, BULMA IS A DUCHESS. NOT A PRINCESS. I'm sorry, but it's just annoying me. *points to summary* T_T
Oh well, ON WITH THE STORY.
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Chapter 11: Acquaintances
.:.
Vegeta gaped at Ferdinand, he must be joking, right? His eyes stayed wide, and then gained some composure.
"No, actually, I didn't. Why is this?" He asked, his surprise obviously showing through as he watched the server come with his stew and bread, serving from the left.
"It's tradition, as far as we're concerned, it is inappropriate for you to lay eyes on my daughter until I have inspected you. It's just tradition, you must prove yourself, your Highness." Ferdinand said, his eyes puzzled as he gazed at the young prince.
Vegeta just sat, confused in all of this surrounding him. He didn't know anything about this, the not even being able to lay eyes on Bulma. What if she was some kind of fat pig, or a hideous string bean? His father wouldn't do that, but you never knew...this was his father, really.
Vegeta sat in silence for the rest of the meal, wondering why his Father had failed to mention this little part of tradition. He sighed, and took a spoonful of stew.
.:.
"Very good, Vegeta. You're a very good shot, you know that?" Geoffrey said, watching the prince's every move.
"Of course I know this, you bastard." Vegeta said, glaring at the Earl. He closed one eye, and aimed at the bulls-eye. He pulled the bow back slowly, and released. A perfect hit, dead center. He ignored a person that came behind, he could feel their gaze penetrating his very soul.
"Damn...you're good." The stranger mumbled, and Vegeta smirked. He turned and looked at him, standing in his famous stance.
"I am not good, you idiot, I am the best." Vegeta watched him and glared as the stranger shook his head.
"I will show you who is the best." The man said, his black hair jetting up towards the sky. His robes were a strange color, orange. He wasn't familiar with the family who wore orange robes, maybe it was a school. Vegeta just kept his thoughts to himself, then replied.
"Is that a challenge, you fool?" Vegeta said, watching his every move.
"Yes, I believe it is, Prince Vegeta." He watched him, his gaze looked into a staring match with the almost furious prince. He could tell that he was younger than him, but not by that much.
"Alright, but you will loose. I can guarantee that." Vegeta smirked.
The stranger took the bow that he held in his hand, and an arrow from his case on his back. He aimed and released, hitting exactly the bulls-eye. Vegeta's eyes widened for a moment, then gained his composure. He did the same, and split the stranger's bow in half with his own. He smirked, and then walked over to the stranger.
"What is your name?" Vegeta asked, looking suspiciously at the tall man in orange.
"My name is Goku, son of Gohan of Ephany. I am here to win the honor to marry Chi-Chi of Castile, but I know who you are. You're Vegeta of England, Prince of England and heir to the throne. It is a pleasure to meet you." He bowed, and then grinned at him sheepishly.
"Well, thank you, good Count. Chi-Chi is the Countess of Maronburg, correct?" Vegeta said, crossing his arms and watching him.
"Yeah, she is. It's bullshit though that we can't see them until we're 'good enough', but that's alright...I've heard that the women that we're trying to 'win' are always watching us." Goku said, smirking a little. He liked the idea of being watched over by a woman that had a reputation of being the sexiest woman in Europe.
"Really? Interesting I thought-" Vegeta was stopped by a man riding down the field on a horse, in all his glory. He could already see that the man was a show-off, and he rolled his eyes at this.
"Who's that?" Vegeta said, motioning to the man riding on the horse.
"Oh, that's Yamcha. He says that he's been with every woman in this castle now, and he just thinks that he's a lady killer. Son of Robert the Bruce, the XV, and thinks that he owns everything. He's probably one of the poorest here, but he loves to spend his daddy's money." Goku said, rolling his eyes. He had always hated the man acting as if he was some kind of God, and that just got on his nerves.
Yamcha rode up to them, and bounded down.
"Well, if it isn't Goku, virgin boy, and a new friend. Oh what a PLEASURE to meet you it is. My name is Yamcha, Count of Deburrary. And, you are...?" He said, making sure to swish his robe at least 3 times. Vegeta was beginning to see why Goku had shown such an apparent dislike to the man.
"Do you want me to go into all of my titles, honestly?" He smirked, and then watched him pale a little. Yamcha smirked in return.
"Sure, go right ahead." He said, suspecting that he was just some kind of Earl or maybe even a Duke, possibly.
Vegeta smirked, and then recited in a perfect manner:
(Now, people, the man that I'm basing this story off of had EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE TITLES. Meaning, that this took a shit load of research to do, thank you, and practically every fact and place is real in this story).
"I am the...
+ Earl of Stamford + Earl of Grantham + Earl of Warenne + Earl of Bristol + Count of Gloucester + Earl of Essex + Duke of Cheshire + Earl of Durham + Count of Dublin + Lord of Leinster + Lord of Meith + Count of Limerick + Count of Athlone + Duke of Gascony + Prince and Heir of Henry the III's Throne of England." Vegeta said, smirking and then placing his feet and arms in his trademark stance.
Yamcha and Goku stood there, jaws dropped, and Vegeta just smirked. Yamcha looked shocked at this, and then quickly bowed his head in deepest respect. Vegeta was the King of England, for God's sake! He shook his head, and then thought in disgust with himself. He smirked as his eyes met the gaze of the arrogant Prince yet again.
"I am soon to be the Duke of Bruce, son of Yamcha the Bruce the XV, your Highness." He put as much sarcasm as he could in his voice, straining to make sure that he let the Prince know that he was not over him mentally. Physically and politically, yes, but not mentally. Not yet, at least...
"Delightful. Yamcha is here to 'win' Matilda of Castile, the Duchess of Boreadaux." Goku said, smiling lightly. 'He's disgustingly cheerful, that Goku is' Vegeta thought to himself. He couldn't stand happy people, they were just so stupid it seemed. But really, what could you expect from a man that was from Ephany?
"Yes, I am. I've slept with every woman in that castle, I can guarantee that. But I can tell...Bulma is by far the best woman in bed that I've ever had. Women just eat out of the palm of my hand, I'm sorry to say." He said, smirking and then looking at Vegeta, who was glaring at him.
"What do YOU know about Bulma of Castile?" Vegeta said, obviously disgusted that possibly the man in front of him could have possibly fucked up his possible future Queen.
"She's just a whore, that's all." He said, and backing away from Vegeta a little when his eyes flashed with fury that stayed calm.
"She's to be my future Queen, if everything goes to plan, you bastard." Vegeta said, growling a little in his throat.
How DARE this low life Earl talk to the future King of England in such a pathetic manner?
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Author's Note: =D YAY! Chapter 11 finally done. I'm really happy about myself, though. I mean, this took me a while to do. I had some writer's block, and I also had to do some planning and research for this chapter in perticular. I'm surprised though that no one's even given a HINT of who they think that Vegeta might be in this story. *sighs* Come ON now, peoples. Oh, and I'm sorry if Goku's a little OCC. Well, it's an A/U, so I =P lol
Oh, and if you want to be on the update list thing, just email me @ hard_rocker119@yahoo.com. Thanks, and PLEASE, Review!!!!