Author's Note: =D Here ya go with Chapter 15! And, I want you ALL to read the Author's Note at the end, okay? Lol
Eiteena is pronounced At-teen-a (a play on 18 medieval style)
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Chapter 15: Flirtations
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...Goku stepped through the grand doorway, his onyx hair defying gravity and his broad grin on as he was adorned with a orange and black tunic. His eyes turned to a raven haired duchess that was sitting next to the newly crowned princess. He grinned at her, before taking his seat on the middle class side of the table.
(Author's Note: Okay, I'm gonna try to explain to you how royal dining feasts things were seated. You had the royal table, only for the King, Queen, and their kids [in this case Bulma, Bunyae, and Ferdinand]. Then, you had two tables [think like a U] you had the royalty and close friends of the royal family -a.k.a. Chi-Chi- at the bottom of the U. Then, you had two tables going vertically beside them, and where you sat indicated what your status was in society on those two side tables. The closer you were to royalty, the higher up you were on the status and prestige bar, etc
Sorry if I confused you!)
"Bulma, look! It's GOKU!" Chi-Chi whispered frantically, trying to divert her eyes as much as possible from the stunningly gorgeous man, but she just couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. Bulma moved her eyes to see the clumsy man, noticing that Yamcha had motioned for him to take a seat next to him. She noticed his resistance and hesitant nature that he was showing, her thoughts wandering curiously about why that was. She hadn't even really met Yamcha, just admired and flirted with him from afar. But if a man was THAT gorgeous, wouldn't he also be that sweet?
Bulma snapped out of her gaze, looking over at her cousin who was staring dumb at her 'betrothal fiancee' as they were supposed to be referred to as. She wondered if she looked THAT stupid when she was staring at Yamcha. She payed it no matter and then whispered in a hurried rush.
"Well, Chi-Chi, why are you sitting here like a lazy ass! Go talk to the man for heaven's sake! You know that he's only maybe 2 or 3 years older than yourself. Just go and make your move! Take some charge for Christ's sake." Bulma said, winking at her older cousin.
"I won't go to HIM, he'll come to ME...you just wait and see, my little cousin."
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Vegeta sat down at his cherry desk, his quill in his hand. His eyes wandered back and forth from the blank parchment in front of him, and the letter written in black ink. He didn't know to what to say, how to start off this letter with the wit and cleverness that seemed to grow from this woman's words from each message she sent to him. His curiosity had grown with each passing letter, wondering who the stranger was. He had figured out at least a FEW things by now:
1) She was a very culturally defined woman or was around culturally defined women constantly by the way she wrote; her penmanship suggested that she was a very educated woman, but he couldn't completely tell where she was from.
2) She was obviously cunning and charming, he had definitely picked up on that fact from even the first letter he had received from the mysterious woman.
3) She had blue ink.
Vegeta sighed in frustration, wanting to know more and more about this woman that plagued his thoughts and mind. He wanted to know what she looked like, what family she was from, how much money she made, what lands she owned, if she owned land, if she had attended any schools, if she was married...the questions just seemed to drift off into infinity.
He finally had just had enough of this staring contest between the blank piece of parchment and his mind, placing his quill onto it and started the letter...
My Lady,
Yes, indeed, you are holding my grasp. I have so many questions for you, Blue Maiden, that I think that I will only start with a few; What family are you from? Where do you live? Are you a woman? I'm sure that these questions will only be received as questions of curiosity from my naive knowledge of you so far, my Lady. I hope that you do not find these in any way, shape, or form offensive. You have intrigued me, Blue Maiden, and I have no intention of stopping writing to you until I know who you are.
Yes, I am betrothed to Bulma of Castile. Tonight was her coronation ball and feast along with her Father's and Mother's. I did not oblige myself to go, I don't really have a want or need for social activities. I am just simply very amused with just sitting here in my chambers here in Castile, alone in my thoughts. Please forgive me to wandering off the subject slightly. I am, though, surprised at your apparent dislike for the newly crowned Princess. I myself have not met the woman, but what do you have against her, my Lady?
Who are your friends, oh mysterious woman? I don't understand how you speak in riddles. For with each letter I receive from you, I get more and more confused by your elaborate and clever choice of words. Please, my lady, explain some things for me in your next writing, will you?
Your Royal Highness,
Prince Vegeta of England
Vegeta sat, looking at the letter that he had wrote to the mysterious woman. He found it satisfactory, and blew on the parchment a little to make it dry, and then walked over to his bed, moving his back to the headboard and just sitting in his own thoughts, wondering what the Blue Maiden was doing at that very moment...
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Goku diverted his eyes from the raven haired duchess for seemingly the thousandth time that evening. She was simply stunning in her olive green dress, and he couldn't believe that he was to be married to HER. She was undoubtably gorgeous, but he knew very little about her personality. Simple observation had revealed to him that she was a controlling and demanding woman, and was very strong willed, a rare trait for women of the time.
His eyes now wandered to Yamcha, who was watching a collection of women very keenly out of his eye, but his gaze seemed to stay on Bulma, the newly crowned Princess. He frowned at this, knowing Yamcha's bragging rights and how Bulma was seeming to be very flattered by his constant flirting and seducing from the Earl. He couldn't help but strike up very obvious conversation with the man to get his eyes off of Bulma. It just didn't seem right for the man to be looking like the Princess like that. She was claimed, and Yamcha wasn't supposed to be looking all sexy for her!
"I see that you've got an eye on the Princess, don't you, Yamcha?" Goku said, whispering to keep the commotion down even though how obvious Yamcha's attraction to the blue haired lady was.
"Yeah...isn't she just such a babe, Goku?" Yamcha tore his eyes away from Bulma, that was blushing a dark red from all the attention she was receiving from the Earl, for a moment.
"Yeah, but don't you just think that Eiteena of Boreadaux is just an eyeful over there?" Goku motioned with his eyes to the blonde haired countess that was arguing with Krillin of Spain. Goku had to admit it, she was beautiful, sure. But the kind of badass beautiful, like she could take you on and always win. He liked women that he knew he couldn't handle, but he didn't want a woman that could kick his ass! That's why he had this undeniably strange attraction to the raven haired duchess.
Yamcha moved his eyes to see the woman that Goku had referred to. His eyes widened as he saw her, she was practically perfect! Smooth skin, blonde hair, huge blue eyes and just a kick ass body. She was just what he was looking for...but then he realized that the woman wasn't high up on the food chain of society. He wanted a woman for only three things...
1) Her body, more specifically her virginity.
2) Her money
3) Her political influence
Yamcha wanted to be powerful, ruling an empire that could always be his until the day he died, then being passed down from generation to generation. Since his father wasn't even close to dead yet, he was just getting laid by numbers of women. He had lost his virginity at age 13, to his maid that was 24. Ever since then he had been addicted to sex. He had demanded that at least one woman be in his bed every night at his home in Bruce. Yamcha could not count how many children he must have by now...but most of them had been poisoned at infancy, ridding him of the problems of the children.
But now, now was business. He was surrounded by political women constantly here, trying to seduce all of them into his bed, and when he got them in his bed, he couldn't take everything else he wanted from them. Women were such suckers for love, and he could smitten them with lies of true love and his outpouring care for them. He had always found some kind of sick pleasure from all of his lies to the oblivious women. His father had taught him, though, the ways of manipulation and power. It was just part of his personality.
Yamcha let out a deep breath as he continued to think about Eiteena. He knew that she wasn't rich, he could tell that by where she was sitting (refer up to Author's Note @ the top) she wasn't rich...but he could only imagine how good she must be in the sack.
"Well, she'll be good in bed, but I doubt that she's good at anything else. But when you look at Princess Bulma over there...damn, she's quite a catch, isn't she?" Yamcha said, his eyes becoming full of lust and desire for the woman as he placed his gaze back on her. He smirked as she blushed once more as she realized he was staring at her.
"You do understand, Yamcha, that she's already claimed by the son of the most powerful man in England?" Goku said, trying to calm down the horny man's hormones down.
"Yeah, but who gives a shit? She's probably still a virgin...I bet she'd be delicious."
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IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THE WAY I AM PORTRAYING YAMCHA, READ THIS
Author's Note: When I started this fic, I did not intend for it to be a Yamcha bashing extravaganza. But, I did at the beginning lie out who I wanted Yamcha to be, the historical figure Robert the Bruce the VXIth(16th). Robert the Bruce the VXI was very...umm...'taken' with the Princess of Castile (xD I'm not telling who she is yet!). And, he also only saw women as tools. SO, I am not bashing the Yamcha in DBZ, I'm just using his name so that it illustrates to you who he is, and the Z Gang can be more apparent to you. Also, I don't know if you saw this, but Krillin and Eiteena (or Eighteen) were introduced in this chapter. I know, they didn't say anything, but I just wanted to squeeze them in there. I think that this is a nice chapter, and I think that this is about the middle of my fic. I had no idea that this fic would go on for so many chapters, but hey, I'm putting a lot of detail into this story to make it more interesting for YOU (the reader), and I just hope that you're enjoying this fic as much as I am writing it! =D
Thanks!
Eiteena is pronounced At-teen-a (a play on 18 medieval style)
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Chapter 15: Flirtations
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...Goku stepped through the grand doorway, his onyx hair defying gravity and his broad grin on as he was adorned with a orange and black tunic. His eyes turned to a raven haired duchess that was sitting next to the newly crowned princess. He grinned at her, before taking his seat on the middle class side of the table.
(Author's Note: Okay, I'm gonna try to explain to you how royal dining feasts things were seated. You had the royal table, only for the King, Queen, and their kids [in this case Bulma, Bunyae, and Ferdinand]. Then, you had two tables [think like a U] you had the royalty and close friends of the royal family -a.k.a. Chi-Chi- at the bottom of the U. Then, you had two tables going vertically beside them, and where you sat indicated what your status was in society on those two side tables. The closer you were to royalty, the higher up you were on the status and prestige bar, etc
Sorry if I confused you!)
"Bulma, look! It's GOKU!" Chi-Chi whispered frantically, trying to divert her eyes as much as possible from the stunningly gorgeous man, but she just couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. Bulma moved her eyes to see the clumsy man, noticing that Yamcha had motioned for him to take a seat next to him. She noticed his resistance and hesitant nature that he was showing, her thoughts wandering curiously about why that was. She hadn't even really met Yamcha, just admired and flirted with him from afar. But if a man was THAT gorgeous, wouldn't he also be that sweet?
Bulma snapped out of her gaze, looking over at her cousin who was staring dumb at her 'betrothal fiancee' as they were supposed to be referred to as. She wondered if she looked THAT stupid when she was staring at Yamcha. She payed it no matter and then whispered in a hurried rush.
"Well, Chi-Chi, why are you sitting here like a lazy ass! Go talk to the man for heaven's sake! You know that he's only maybe 2 or 3 years older than yourself. Just go and make your move! Take some charge for Christ's sake." Bulma said, winking at her older cousin.
"I won't go to HIM, he'll come to ME...you just wait and see, my little cousin."
.:.
Vegeta sat down at his cherry desk, his quill in his hand. His eyes wandered back and forth from the blank parchment in front of him, and the letter written in black ink. He didn't know to what to say, how to start off this letter with the wit and cleverness that seemed to grow from this woman's words from each message she sent to him. His curiosity had grown with each passing letter, wondering who the stranger was. He had figured out at least a FEW things by now:
1) She was a very culturally defined woman or was around culturally defined women constantly by the way she wrote; her penmanship suggested that she was a very educated woman, but he couldn't completely tell where she was from.
2) She was obviously cunning and charming, he had definitely picked up on that fact from even the first letter he had received from the mysterious woman.
3) She had blue ink.
Vegeta sighed in frustration, wanting to know more and more about this woman that plagued his thoughts and mind. He wanted to know what she looked like, what family she was from, how much money she made, what lands she owned, if she owned land, if she had attended any schools, if she was married...the questions just seemed to drift off into infinity.
He finally had just had enough of this staring contest between the blank piece of parchment and his mind, placing his quill onto it and started the letter...
My Lady,
Yes, indeed, you are holding my grasp. I have so many questions for you, Blue Maiden, that I think that I will only start with a few; What family are you from? Where do you live? Are you a woman? I'm sure that these questions will only be received as questions of curiosity from my naive knowledge of you so far, my Lady. I hope that you do not find these in any way, shape, or form offensive. You have intrigued me, Blue Maiden, and I have no intention of stopping writing to you until I know who you are.
Yes, I am betrothed to Bulma of Castile. Tonight was her coronation ball and feast along with her Father's and Mother's. I did not oblige myself to go, I don't really have a want or need for social activities. I am just simply very amused with just sitting here in my chambers here in Castile, alone in my thoughts. Please forgive me to wandering off the subject slightly. I am, though, surprised at your apparent dislike for the newly crowned Princess. I myself have not met the woman, but what do you have against her, my Lady?
Who are your friends, oh mysterious woman? I don't understand how you speak in riddles. For with each letter I receive from you, I get more and more confused by your elaborate and clever choice of words. Please, my lady, explain some things for me in your next writing, will you?
Your Royal Highness,
Prince Vegeta of England
Vegeta sat, looking at the letter that he had wrote to the mysterious woman. He found it satisfactory, and blew on the parchment a little to make it dry, and then walked over to his bed, moving his back to the headboard and just sitting in his own thoughts, wondering what the Blue Maiden was doing at that very moment...
.:.
Goku diverted his eyes from the raven haired duchess for seemingly the thousandth time that evening. She was simply stunning in her olive green dress, and he couldn't believe that he was to be married to HER. She was undoubtably gorgeous, but he knew very little about her personality. Simple observation had revealed to him that she was a controlling and demanding woman, and was very strong willed, a rare trait for women of the time.
His eyes now wandered to Yamcha, who was watching a collection of women very keenly out of his eye, but his gaze seemed to stay on Bulma, the newly crowned Princess. He frowned at this, knowing Yamcha's bragging rights and how Bulma was seeming to be very flattered by his constant flirting and seducing from the Earl. He couldn't help but strike up very obvious conversation with the man to get his eyes off of Bulma. It just didn't seem right for the man to be looking like the Princess like that. She was claimed, and Yamcha wasn't supposed to be looking all sexy for her!
"I see that you've got an eye on the Princess, don't you, Yamcha?" Goku said, whispering to keep the commotion down even though how obvious Yamcha's attraction to the blue haired lady was.
"Yeah...isn't she just such a babe, Goku?" Yamcha tore his eyes away from Bulma, that was blushing a dark red from all the attention she was receiving from the Earl, for a moment.
"Yeah, but don't you just think that Eiteena of Boreadaux is just an eyeful over there?" Goku motioned with his eyes to the blonde haired countess that was arguing with Krillin of Spain. Goku had to admit it, she was beautiful, sure. But the kind of badass beautiful, like she could take you on and always win. He liked women that he knew he couldn't handle, but he didn't want a woman that could kick his ass! That's why he had this undeniably strange attraction to the raven haired duchess.
Yamcha moved his eyes to see the woman that Goku had referred to. His eyes widened as he saw her, she was practically perfect! Smooth skin, blonde hair, huge blue eyes and just a kick ass body. She was just what he was looking for...but then he realized that the woman wasn't high up on the food chain of society. He wanted a woman for only three things...
1) Her body, more specifically her virginity.
2) Her money
3) Her political influence
Yamcha wanted to be powerful, ruling an empire that could always be his until the day he died, then being passed down from generation to generation. Since his father wasn't even close to dead yet, he was just getting laid by numbers of women. He had lost his virginity at age 13, to his maid that was 24. Ever since then he had been addicted to sex. He had demanded that at least one woman be in his bed every night at his home in Bruce. Yamcha could not count how many children he must have by now...but most of them had been poisoned at infancy, ridding him of the problems of the children.
But now, now was business. He was surrounded by political women constantly here, trying to seduce all of them into his bed, and when he got them in his bed, he couldn't take everything else he wanted from them. Women were such suckers for love, and he could smitten them with lies of true love and his outpouring care for them. He had always found some kind of sick pleasure from all of his lies to the oblivious women. His father had taught him, though, the ways of manipulation and power. It was just part of his personality.
Yamcha let out a deep breath as he continued to think about Eiteena. He knew that she wasn't rich, he could tell that by where she was sitting (refer up to Author's Note @ the top) she wasn't rich...but he could only imagine how good she must be in the sack.
"Well, she'll be good in bed, but I doubt that she's good at anything else. But when you look at Princess Bulma over there...damn, she's quite a catch, isn't she?" Yamcha said, his eyes becoming full of lust and desire for the woman as he placed his gaze back on her. He smirked as she blushed once more as she realized he was staring at her.
"You do understand, Yamcha, that she's already claimed by the son of the most powerful man in England?" Goku said, trying to calm down the horny man's hormones down.
"Yeah, but who gives a shit? She's probably still a virgin...I bet she'd be delicious."
.:.
IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THE WAY I AM PORTRAYING YAMCHA, READ THIS
Author's Note: When I started this fic, I did not intend for it to be a Yamcha bashing extravaganza. But, I did at the beginning lie out who I wanted Yamcha to be, the historical figure Robert the Bruce the VXIth(16th). Robert the Bruce the VXI was very...umm...'taken' with the Princess of Castile (xD I'm not telling who she is yet!). And, he also only saw women as tools. SO, I am not bashing the Yamcha in DBZ, I'm just using his name so that it illustrates to you who he is, and the Z Gang can be more apparent to you. Also, I don't know if you saw this, but Krillin and Eiteena (or Eighteen) were introduced in this chapter. I know, they didn't say anything, but I just wanted to squeeze them in there. I think that this is a nice chapter, and I think that this is about the middle of my fic. I had no idea that this fic would go on for so many chapters, but hey, I'm putting a lot of detail into this story to make it more interesting for YOU (the reader), and I just hope that you're enjoying this fic as much as I am writing it! =D
Thanks!