Longshanks and the Blue Maiden
Author's Note: Alrighty, well, for the past couple of chapter's, they've been kinda short. And I also write my Author's Notes at the end, and seriously though, if you wanna be on the update list when I update my fic, just email me @
hard_rocker119@yahoo.com =D You won't be disappointed!
Oirleon is pronounced Or-le-own (try something french sounding hehe)
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Chapter 12: Mysteries
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"You're here to win Bulma of Castile?" Yamcha said, gulping silently. He knew that the royal family in England were notorious for ruthlessness and brutality. Not only the men, but the women as well. Oh, who could forget Eleanor of Aquitaine?
"Yes, I am, but do not think that the future of my kingdom lies in the hands of some 16 year old girl. I have women in practically every other kingdom, duchy, county, or earldom on a list, ready to ship their daughters to my throne. I do believe that your sister, Chasity of Bruce, is even one of the lucky few." Vegeta smirked, his eyes still in a blaze of fury. He could slaughter either of these pathetic fools if he wished to.
Yamcha had not been aware of this, a slight shocked look on his face that seemed to be permentaly etched his skin. He then shook his head, and then smirked back, trying to keep his pride in tact. "Well, at least I apparently get around much more than the either of you do, so I should say that no matter what happens, I obviously will have an Earless on my arm." He said, then climbed up onto the saddle of a huge white horse. He smirked down at Vegeta, knowing that he had won this battle, but had not won the war.
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"Bulma! Bulma, come on! You said that you would be out of there 15 minutes ago!" A raven haired young woman said, her hand going to a fist and banging on the door.
Bulma placed down her quill, and then hurriedly put the letter in the small pocket in her dress. She quickly got out of her cushioned chair, and walked over to her full length golden mirror on the wall. She smiled at her reflection, her strangely blue hair hang in natural curls on her shoulders, and her porcelain skin gleamed in the mid morning light. She ran her hands down the front of her sky blue dress, adorned in a white ribbon around the waist and on her collar. She had a square neck line, just barely showing any hint of her developing breasts. The dress was a simple summer gown, but she loved it nevertheless. She smiled and then hurriedly ran to the huge cherry (like the wood) doors, finding her life long friend, and cousin, Chi-Chi, outside her door.
"Jeez, Chi-Chi, do you think that you could be any MORE impatient?" She smiled lightly at her best friend in the world. If she had only been blessed with brothers and sisters. She was an only child, and that constantly was a heavy burden on the young woman's life. She had been overjoyed that Chi-Chi had decided to spend the summer at the Castile fortress. She hadn't been lonely, or bored, the whole summer!
:Well, you know that the reason I came here in the first place was to see the man that I am most likely going to MARRY, you know." Chi-Chi said, annoyed. She motioned for her friend to walk with her, and Bulma kept up her semi hurried place, going down the corridors of her fortress. She knew where they were going, to the stables for a nice ride in her family's fields.
"I know, but still, even though tradition goes that they can't see US, there's nothing that says that we can't see them." Bulma said, looking mischievously over at her friend. She giggled a little, knowing that Chi-Chi thought that Goku, her husband to be, was absolutely adorable. She had to admit to herself, though, that he was very stunning, but a little stupid. Her cousin and herself had seen the tall man fall several times, mostly on his face.
"Exactly! That's what I told your Mother today, saying that all we wanted to do was ride our horses around the fields a little bit...but you know exactly what we're going to do." She looked over, and smirked at Bulma.
"Oh, did someone fail to mention to her that today the boys were going to be in the fields practicing archery?" Bulma said, smirking over at her friend, coming to a stop. Chi-Chi moved over to her friend's ear, and whispering in it quietly,
"What she doesn't know, won't hurt her." Bulma laughed lightly, and then continued her stroll down the corridors as she expertly navigated her way through her home. She had grown up here, and she knew the fortress like the back of her hand. She could find any place you wanted to go...and knew exactly where the best places were to 'get some privacy'. She smirked at herself, remembering the early years of her youth when she would sneak stable boys into small secret chambers and kiss them for hours, but never escalating. She was proud to be a virgin.
"How very true, Chi-Chi, how very true." Bulma said, shaking her head as she walked down a flight of stairs and lead the way for her best friend in the world to the stables.
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Vegeta heard the clinging sounds of metal being hit, going back and forth on his feet. He was very surprised that this earl could be so good, he wasn't royal. He smirked as Goku stumbled back on his feet, falling down and dropping his sword. Vegeta took the tip of his sword and placed it at the center of his throat, and smirked.
"You're good, Goku, I must admit this. But you are not as good as me." Vegeta withdrew his sword, and placed it in his holster. He placed a hand down, and grabbed a hold of Goku's hand, helping him to his feet as it was customary in Feudal swordsmanship.
Goku smiled, very proud of himself. He was just simply a duke, and the future King of England was being actually somewhat nice to him. Vegeta had never been nice, but it was certainly better than hostile that he was to practically every one else. He was very puzzling, wondering what he had been like when he had been young. Goku had had a fairly care-free childhood, being trained by his Father's close friend, Master Roshi, with his life-long friend Krillin. Vegeta walked over to Shadow Cray, taking a drink of water from his canteen. He set it back down into his saddle bag, and leaned up against the black stallion.
"What's your horse's name?" Goku said, trying to make simple conversation. He also had a deep love of animals. He walked up to the black horse that had an eye of fire, and patted his nose gently. He smiled as the horse was seemingly dangerous, but Vegeta was calming the stallion with his hand. 'They must have some kind of a special relationship', Goku thought to himself.
"Shadow Cray, what about yours?" Vegeta said, his eyes wandering over to the Arabian bay. He could tell that it had been bred for greatness, the horse's legs were strong and fit. But the hind one of his left leg was injured, he could see a huge scar of a gash found in his leg.
"Oirleon." Goku stated simply, his eyes wandering over to his horse. The Arabian bay had been his friend through everything, when he was younger the only thing he could control. Now, he was growing up into a man. He sighed in the irony of it all, and walked over to his horse as well.
"How did you find such a fine horse? Most of the Arabian Horses in Europe are either owned by my family or the Spanish." Vegeta said, leaning up against his stallion contently. He was in for a nice story, this was practically a vacation for the young Prince.
"A Spanish nobleman when I was about 10 came to our home with his army. He had a son that was maybe 18, and he had a rare Arabian horse, Oirleon here, that was a young foal that he was going to give to his fiancee. Well, during the battle a man had slashed Oirleon's leg and the foal was dying. He wanted nothing to do with the foal, he was just holding him behind, and I begged my father Gohan to allow me to have Oirleon. I nursed my horse back to health, and he's just a strong as he would've ever been. I've worked him hard, and if it hadn't been for me, Oirleon probably would've been killed. So, that's how I came about with my rare breed of stallion." Goku said, smiling sheepishly, patting Oirleon's long neck muscles with his hand.
Vegeta contemplated this in a moment, wondering who that nobleman was. He saw a bay horse with a long white star spreading down it's nuzzle galloping toward them. He smiled as he recognized the horse as his dear friend's, Bristol. He smiled as he saw Henry waving to him, Goku looking anxiously.
"Who is that?" Goku said, his eyes wandering back and forth from Vegeta to Henry.
"That's my servant and right hand man, Henry." Vegeta said, smiling a little as Henry took Bristol to a slow stop, and leaping down. He bowed respectively, and held out a letter to Vegeta. His eyes wandered back up to his life long friend, and smiled lightly.
"A letter for you, my dear Prince. It just arrived a few moments ago, and the messenger ordered me to send it to you as quickly as possible. I have no idea who it's from, the messenger did not say, but I do suggest that you read it quickly." Henry said, watching his master's eyes as he stared at the outside of the letter. He turned it over slowly, and his eyes widened and a smirk graced his lips as he saw the inscription.
Prince Vegeta, Heir of the Royal Throne of England...in blue ink.
Vegeta smiled, and then walked over to Shadow Cray, getting up and straddling his legs. He grabbed the reins with one hand, and looked down at Goku.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you, Goku, and if you ever feel up to a rematch, send a message." Vegeta said, flashing a smirk and then galloping off across the field with Henry in toe.
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Author's Note: Well, that's the longest chapter I believe I've ever written. I hope that makes up for the shorter chapters that I've been sending in, but I'm having a little bit of a writer's delima. I need reviews, you guys. I'm really starting to feel like that no one reads this! I don't know, but I'd like to get some feedback. I'm trying to update often, really I am! But when you're doing a fanfiction based on a part of history, you HAFT to do some research. It's just a must! That's why I'm not updating as often as I'd like. But, if you guys keep reviewing, I will update sooner. And I also WILL write longer chapters. I guarantee that! Oh, and btw, Shigasu, you NEED to start updating Veil again! Your new fic kicks ass, (Oiran, it's awesome, definately a good fic, highly recommended!) and I love it. Keep up the good work!
Well, that's it for my long ass Author's Note, and when I hit 50 reviews, I'm gonna post my songfic that I think you guys will LOVE. It's long (almost 5,000 words) and I've spent a lot of time on it. So...
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Author's Note: Alrighty, well, for the past couple of chapter's, they've been kinda short. And I also write my Author's Notes at the end, and seriously though, if you wanna be on the update list when I update my fic, just email me @
hard_rocker119@yahoo.com =D You won't be disappointed!
Oirleon is pronounced Or-le-own (try something french sounding hehe)
.:.
Chapter 12: Mysteries
.:.
"You're here to win Bulma of Castile?" Yamcha said, gulping silently. He knew that the royal family in England were notorious for ruthlessness and brutality. Not only the men, but the women as well. Oh, who could forget Eleanor of Aquitaine?
"Yes, I am, but do not think that the future of my kingdom lies in the hands of some 16 year old girl. I have women in practically every other kingdom, duchy, county, or earldom on a list, ready to ship their daughters to my throne. I do believe that your sister, Chasity of Bruce, is even one of the lucky few." Vegeta smirked, his eyes still in a blaze of fury. He could slaughter either of these pathetic fools if he wished to.
Yamcha had not been aware of this, a slight shocked look on his face that seemed to be permentaly etched his skin. He then shook his head, and then smirked back, trying to keep his pride in tact. "Well, at least I apparently get around much more than the either of you do, so I should say that no matter what happens, I obviously will have an Earless on my arm." He said, then climbed up onto the saddle of a huge white horse. He smirked down at Vegeta, knowing that he had won this battle, but had not won the war.
.:.
"Bulma! Bulma, come on! You said that you would be out of there 15 minutes ago!" A raven haired young woman said, her hand going to a fist and banging on the door.
Bulma placed down her quill, and then hurriedly put the letter in the small pocket in her dress. She quickly got out of her cushioned chair, and walked over to her full length golden mirror on the wall. She smiled at her reflection, her strangely blue hair hang in natural curls on her shoulders, and her porcelain skin gleamed in the mid morning light. She ran her hands down the front of her sky blue dress, adorned in a white ribbon around the waist and on her collar. She had a square neck line, just barely showing any hint of her developing breasts. The dress was a simple summer gown, but she loved it nevertheless. She smiled and then hurriedly ran to the huge cherry (like the wood) doors, finding her life long friend, and cousin, Chi-Chi, outside her door.
"Jeez, Chi-Chi, do you think that you could be any MORE impatient?" She smiled lightly at her best friend in the world. If she had only been blessed with brothers and sisters. She was an only child, and that constantly was a heavy burden on the young woman's life. She had been overjoyed that Chi-Chi had decided to spend the summer at the Castile fortress. She hadn't been lonely, or bored, the whole summer!
:Well, you know that the reason I came here in the first place was to see the man that I am most likely going to MARRY, you know." Chi-Chi said, annoyed. She motioned for her friend to walk with her, and Bulma kept up her semi hurried place, going down the corridors of her fortress. She knew where they were going, to the stables for a nice ride in her family's fields.
"I know, but still, even though tradition goes that they can't see US, there's nothing that says that we can't see them." Bulma said, looking mischievously over at her friend. She giggled a little, knowing that Chi-Chi thought that Goku, her husband to be, was absolutely adorable. She had to admit to herself, though, that he was very stunning, but a little stupid. Her cousin and herself had seen the tall man fall several times, mostly on his face.
"Exactly! That's what I told your Mother today, saying that all we wanted to do was ride our horses around the fields a little bit...but you know exactly what we're going to do." She looked over, and smirked at Bulma.
"Oh, did someone fail to mention to her that today the boys were going to be in the fields practicing archery?" Bulma said, smirking over at her friend, coming to a stop. Chi-Chi moved over to her friend's ear, and whispering in it quietly,
"What she doesn't know, won't hurt her." Bulma laughed lightly, and then continued her stroll down the corridors as she expertly navigated her way through her home. She had grown up here, and she knew the fortress like the back of her hand. She could find any place you wanted to go...and knew exactly where the best places were to 'get some privacy'. She smirked at herself, remembering the early years of her youth when she would sneak stable boys into small secret chambers and kiss them for hours, but never escalating. She was proud to be a virgin.
"How very true, Chi-Chi, how very true." Bulma said, shaking her head as she walked down a flight of stairs and lead the way for her best friend in the world to the stables.
.:.
Vegeta heard the clinging sounds of metal being hit, going back and forth on his feet. He was very surprised that this earl could be so good, he wasn't royal. He smirked as Goku stumbled back on his feet, falling down and dropping his sword. Vegeta took the tip of his sword and placed it at the center of his throat, and smirked.
"You're good, Goku, I must admit this. But you are not as good as me." Vegeta withdrew his sword, and placed it in his holster. He placed a hand down, and grabbed a hold of Goku's hand, helping him to his feet as it was customary in Feudal swordsmanship.
Goku smiled, very proud of himself. He was just simply a duke, and the future King of England was being actually somewhat nice to him. Vegeta had never been nice, but it was certainly better than hostile that he was to practically every one else. He was very puzzling, wondering what he had been like when he had been young. Goku had had a fairly care-free childhood, being trained by his Father's close friend, Master Roshi, with his life-long friend Krillin. Vegeta walked over to Shadow Cray, taking a drink of water from his canteen. He set it back down into his saddle bag, and leaned up against the black stallion.
"What's your horse's name?" Goku said, trying to make simple conversation. He also had a deep love of animals. He walked up to the black horse that had an eye of fire, and patted his nose gently. He smiled as the horse was seemingly dangerous, but Vegeta was calming the stallion with his hand. 'They must have some kind of a special relationship', Goku thought to himself.
"Shadow Cray, what about yours?" Vegeta said, his eyes wandering over to the Arabian bay. He could tell that it had been bred for greatness, the horse's legs were strong and fit. But the hind one of his left leg was injured, he could see a huge scar of a gash found in his leg.
"Oirleon." Goku stated simply, his eyes wandering over to his horse. The Arabian bay had been his friend through everything, when he was younger the only thing he could control. Now, he was growing up into a man. He sighed in the irony of it all, and walked over to his horse as well.
"How did you find such a fine horse? Most of the Arabian Horses in Europe are either owned by my family or the Spanish." Vegeta said, leaning up against his stallion contently. He was in for a nice story, this was practically a vacation for the young Prince.
"A Spanish nobleman when I was about 10 came to our home with his army. He had a son that was maybe 18, and he had a rare Arabian horse, Oirleon here, that was a young foal that he was going to give to his fiancee. Well, during the battle a man had slashed Oirleon's leg and the foal was dying. He wanted nothing to do with the foal, he was just holding him behind, and I begged my father Gohan to allow me to have Oirleon. I nursed my horse back to health, and he's just a strong as he would've ever been. I've worked him hard, and if it hadn't been for me, Oirleon probably would've been killed. So, that's how I came about with my rare breed of stallion." Goku said, smiling sheepishly, patting Oirleon's long neck muscles with his hand.
Vegeta contemplated this in a moment, wondering who that nobleman was. He saw a bay horse with a long white star spreading down it's nuzzle galloping toward them. He smiled as he recognized the horse as his dear friend's, Bristol. He smiled as he saw Henry waving to him, Goku looking anxiously.
"Who is that?" Goku said, his eyes wandering back and forth from Vegeta to Henry.
"That's my servant and right hand man, Henry." Vegeta said, smiling a little as Henry took Bristol to a slow stop, and leaping down. He bowed respectively, and held out a letter to Vegeta. His eyes wandered back up to his life long friend, and smiled lightly.
"A letter for you, my dear Prince. It just arrived a few moments ago, and the messenger ordered me to send it to you as quickly as possible. I have no idea who it's from, the messenger did not say, but I do suggest that you read it quickly." Henry said, watching his master's eyes as he stared at the outside of the letter. He turned it over slowly, and his eyes widened and a smirk graced his lips as he saw the inscription.
Prince Vegeta, Heir of the Royal Throne of England...in blue ink.
Vegeta smiled, and then walked over to Shadow Cray, getting up and straddling his legs. He grabbed the reins with one hand, and looked down at Goku.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you, Goku, and if you ever feel up to a rematch, send a message." Vegeta said, flashing a smirk and then galloping off across the field with Henry in toe.
.:.
Author's Note: Well, that's the longest chapter I believe I've ever written. I hope that makes up for the shorter chapters that I've been sending in, but I'm having a little bit of a writer's delima. I need reviews, you guys. I'm really starting to feel like that no one reads this! I don't know, but I'd like to get some feedback. I'm trying to update often, really I am! But when you're doing a fanfiction based on a part of history, you HAFT to do some research. It's just a must! That's why I'm not updating as often as I'd like. But, if you guys keep reviewing, I will update sooner. And I also WILL write longer chapters. I guarantee that! Oh, and btw, Shigasu, you NEED to start updating Veil again! Your new fic kicks ass, (Oiran, it's awesome, definately a good fic, highly recommended!) and I love it. Keep up the good work!
Well, that's it for my long ass Author's Note, and when I hit 50 reviews, I'm gonna post my songfic that I think you guys will LOVE. It's long (almost 5,000 words) and I've spent a lot of time on it. So...
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!