Author's Note: I know, it's been a while, but I'm back. Thanks for listening, and read on, my happy friends! =D
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Chapter 21: Games
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"Bulma...what do you think about maybe having a charade ball?" Chi-Chi asked, sitting side-saddle on Violet, her make-shift horse. She missed Helena, her palomino quarter horse at her home in the southern part of Castile. The onyx haired duchess was considered quite the belle, just to be modest. When she was born, she was the most sought after baby to betrothed to. Her father had always been quite a block head, but he had died tragically, leaving Ferdinand, his brother-in-law, the only suitable ruler of Castile. So, at one time, the woman sitting proud in her milky cream day-gown had actually been in the exact position of her aqua cousin, Bulma. True, her father had lost the throne when she was 3, but she had experienced it. The mother of the raven fiery woman had wed very shortly after the death of her late-husband, it had never been practical for a woman to be alone with so much money. So, her step-father, who was incredibly nice, had always been considered to Chi- Chi her real father.
"Why? I always enjoy formal, classic balls. Why should we go with a new trend that's recently been discovered in France?" Bulma said, almost in a snooty tone. She had never really liked the french at all, for anything besides their wine.
"I don't know...it just seems so, exciting. They wear masks, you never know who you have an attraction to until midnight, when the masks are to be taken off. I think it would be a marvelous idea, and you know that maybe you could jump on the band-wagon for once? Hmmm?" Chi-Chi said, smirking at her cousin's want, almost need, to be 'independent' and an 'individual'.
"Well..." Bulma began to draw off, then sighed, nodding her head in approval. She had to give in, Chi-Chi was a very persistent individual.
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Vegeta just lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling. He wanted to sleep, but somehow his mind was plagued of memories of Eiteena. He just wanted to wash her out of his head completely, not ever thinking about her again. But...there she was, her raven hair cascading down her back, her lips slightly parted in an affectionate smile. She was so soft, so smooth...the young Prince could still taste her lips, could still feel her milky white skin beneath his fingertips...
'No! I can't think like this!' Vegeta said, getting off of his bed, and storming down the hallway and gazing into the darkness. He walked slowly, trying to remember why he had left the room in the first place. He simply followed his feet through the castle, and ended up in front of a tall doorway, and he placed his hand on it, pushing it open and slowly peering into the shadowy essence of the place. He stepped into the unfamiliar surroundings, and saw a spiral ascending staircase. He obviously had by now figured out that this was a tower, and he took one, hasty step up the stairway. The stone steps echoed through the hollow place, his boots clicking in the darkness. Vegeta became uneasy, almost anxious to reach the top of this...place. He then saw a slither of moonlight, and began to go up the steps more quickly, then stepped through the door to see a shadowy figure standing on the balcony...
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Bulma was so alone, so upset in the world. She couldn't figure out her emotions right then, she was just so tired of being the only person that felt this way. She lay awake in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, tears almost welling up in her eyes. It wasn't like she was crying over anything or anyone in particular...well, maybe about how Yamcha had repeatedly avoided her for the past month. They had danced at the coronation ball once, just once, then Bulma was overwhelmed by her curiosity and just had to go and see what it was. How could've she been so stupid? Yamcha was dancing with HER, and she had to go and offend him, leaving him in the ballroom alone with no one else to dance with.
Bulma got sick of staring into darkness and got out of her bed, opening her door quietly and walking down the corridor up to the tower. She knew it wasn't a good thing to do this, because she had been told her life that if she walked around at night, she might raped or killed. There were so many places to hide in the huge Castile Fortress, she could easily be done these things. But, she didn't really care about that as she started to climb the steps up the raven tower. She smiled as she saw the moon, looking up at it as she walked over to the side, sitting on one of the blocks that were the edge of the surrounding wall. This tower was the tallest in the castle, probably somewhere around 200 feet down would be her fall. But, she had always been lucky enough to ever be sent such a fate.
Bulma was tired, tired of being alone, tired of being the last person that was cared for. She was bored, not challenged and her brilliance was never tested anymore. When she was a child she was dubbed a scientific genius, but her status had always shunned her from trying. Her father had secretly for years helped his daughter be educated in the arts of science, the world would be appalled if the young woman was actually educated. The thought of women in the higher stature of the world was that they were tools, used only to produce fortunes and heirs. That is, if they actually had status. If you were a peasant woman in the royal household in any monarchy in the world was to be a whore, it wasn't a choice. You were bed by any man that was above you, it was just an accepted fact. Then if the poor virgin was found out to be pregnant, she would be called a 'whore' and kicked out of the castle, her reputation destroyed. Then a new young virgin girl would take her place, and the cycle would repeat itself.
Bulma was so sick of being neglected. Sick of being thought only as a tool, not even a person. She was alone. Completely alone. No one loved her. She was worthless. Not even worth her own father's time anymore. The world was too much, way too much. She felt like dying, she was dying inside of herself. She wanted to jump over the side, falling down, father...faster...getting rid of this pain inside of herself. She started to let her tears fall down her cheeks, crying in silence as she stood, looking over the side. She felt so sad, so depressed, so alone. She didn't want to take it anymore. The world was too hard. She wanted to jump, but then she heard the door creak open behind her. Her head snapped in the direction of the noise, and stared intently into the black shroud of darkness. Then she saw a faint outline of a man.
"Who are you?" She whispered fearfully in the night air, her brain reminding her of all the times her mother had warned her of men that would try to take advantage of her at night. She started to subconsciously back away, terrified as her imagination was going in circles, making worse and worse situations of this thing in front of her. She was in such deep crap mentally that it was terrifying her.
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Vegeta smirked at how scared she seemed, wanting to just do so many horrible and wretched things to the petrified woman in front of him, but he wasn't in the mood to be too evil...
"The real question is, M'Lady, who are you?" Vegeta almost growled into the darkness, smirking as he could practically feel the fear surrounding her shaking form. He had always taken great, great pleasure of just scaring people. He would never, ever strike a woman with his own hand, and he just fed off of the energy that he got from just...scaring people. He saw her tremble, and she knew she was thinking about how she could get out of this. She wanted to leave, she wanted to just run away. He could tell this by her reaction, but he couldn't tell of who she really was. She was a mysterious woman, she was.
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Bulma just started contemplating so many different ways to get out of this situation, and just started to come up with a way to maybe get away.
"Sir?" She whispered in the stillness, but she knew that he could hear her clearly. The night air was a deafening quiet, and their voices carried by the slightest and quietest syllable. He did not reply, and she continued with her nieve plan to escape from the terror that was a mystery, but that mystery made her very, very uneasy.
"Could I please be pardoned from your presence? I had no idea that you would be here at night, and I was wondering if I could please, please return to my chambers in the castle? If you wish for this meeting to be kept a secret, I will not tell a soul of this meeting in the darkness of this night. Please sir, would you consider this word of action?" She said, closing her eyes and letting one final tear slip down her cheek.
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Vegeta pondered this, and then smirked at her plan. He decieded out of the very, very last shred of dignity and decency to let himself go about this plan innocently.
"Yes, I guess you shall be permitted to. But, my dear, you must not speak to anyone about this, or you shall surely regret it, Miss." Vegeta said smoothly, but almost coldly. He wanted to go across as cold-hearted, but also merciful.
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Bulma smiled in her wonderful state of inward joy, knowing that the danger had passed. She hurried past the man, but got a small glimpse of his eyes...she had never seen such eyes blend into the darkness as his did before. It was very puzzling, and this night would be forever etched into her memory.
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Author's Note: I know, I know, I took FOREVER to write this. But, was it worth it? Vegeta and Bulma FINALLY got a glimpse of each other, and conversed...but neither of them know who the other is. XD DUN DUN DUN! For all Bulma knows it might be some kind of serial rapist or something that got into the castle. I know, I'm evil! I just needed to keep the suspense up, and I will NOT answering the question 'Is Bulma the Blue Maiden or not?' until the very, VERY last chapter. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I'm making this story go out with a BANG. HELL YEAH. But we're not nearly to the end. =D I think at the rate I'm going now it'll be at least maybe 40 chapters long. Lol Yeah, long time for me to write, but I'll finish this story. I promise. And if I don't finish it, or I let it set for at least a month, just email me and complain. My Email is - hard_rocker119@yahoo.com, and that's also the place where you either post your email address in a review and ask to be on the update list, or you can just send me a 'hey, what's up?' kind of thing. Thanks for reading, and please review. I have 106 reviews you guys! =D I'm so happy. Thanks to you guys.
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Chapter 21: Games
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"Bulma...what do you think about maybe having a charade ball?" Chi-Chi asked, sitting side-saddle on Violet, her make-shift horse. She missed Helena, her palomino quarter horse at her home in the southern part of Castile. The onyx haired duchess was considered quite the belle, just to be modest. When she was born, she was the most sought after baby to betrothed to. Her father had always been quite a block head, but he had died tragically, leaving Ferdinand, his brother-in-law, the only suitable ruler of Castile. So, at one time, the woman sitting proud in her milky cream day-gown had actually been in the exact position of her aqua cousin, Bulma. True, her father had lost the throne when she was 3, but she had experienced it. The mother of the raven fiery woman had wed very shortly after the death of her late-husband, it had never been practical for a woman to be alone with so much money. So, her step-father, who was incredibly nice, had always been considered to Chi- Chi her real father.
"Why? I always enjoy formal, classic balls. Why should we go with a new trend that's recently been discovered in France?" Bulma said, almost in a snooty tone. She had never really liked the french at all, for anything besides their wine.
"I don't know...it just seems so, exciting. They wear masks, you never know who you have an attraction to until midnight, when the masks are to be taken off. I think it would be a marvelous idea, and you know that maybe you could jump on the band-wagon for once? Hmmm?" Chi-Chi said, smirking at her cousin's want, almost need, to be 'independent' and an 'individual'.
"Well..." Bulma began to draw off, then sighed, nodding her head in approval. She had to give in, Chi-Chi was a very persistent individual.
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Vegeta just lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling. He wanted to sleep, but somehow his mind was plagued of memories of Eiteena. He just wanted to wash her out of his head completely, not ever thinking about her again. But...there she was, her raven hair cascading down her back, her lips slightly parted in an affectionate smile. She was so soft, so smooth...the young Prince could still taste her lips, could still feel her milky white skin beneath his fingertips...
'No! I can't think like this!' Vegeta said, getting off of his bed, and storming down the hallway and gazing into the darkness. He walked slowly, trying to remember why he had left the room in the first place. He simply followed his feet through the castle, and ended up in front of a tall doorway, and he placed his hand on it, pushing it open and slowly peering into the shadowy essence of the place. He stepped into the unfamiliar surroundings, and saw a spiral ascending staircase. He obviously had by now figured out that this was a tower, and he took one, hasty step up the stairway. The stone steps echoed through the hollow place, his boots clicking in the darkness. Vegeta became uneasy, almost anxious to reach the top of this...place. He then saw a slither of moonlight, and began to go up the steps more quickly, then stepped through the door to see a shadowy figure standing on the balcony...
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Bulma was so alone, so upset in the world. She couldn't figure out her emotions right then, she was just so tired of being the only person that felt this way. She lay awake in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, tears almost welling up in her eyes. It wasn't like she was crying over anything or anyone in particular...well, maybe about how Yamcha had repeatedly avoided her for the past month. They had danced at the coronation ball once, just once, then Bulma was overwhelmed by her curiosity and just had to go and see what it was. How could've she been so stupid? Yamcha was dancing with HER, and she had to go and offend him, leaving him in the ballroom alone with no one else to dance with.
Bulma got sick of staring into darkness and got out of her bed, opening her door quietly and walking down the corridor up to the tower. She knew it wasn't a good thing to do this, because she had been told her life that if she walked around at night, she might raped or killed. There were so many places to hide in the huge Castile Fortress, she could easily be done these things. But, she didn't really care about that as she started to climb the steps up the raven tower. She smiled as she saw the moon, looking up at it as she walked over to the side, sitting on one of the blocks that were the edge of the surrounding wall. This tower was the tallest in the castle, probably somewhere around 200 feet down would be her fall. But, she had always been lucky enough to ever be sent such a fate.
Bulma was tired, tired of being alone, tired of being the last person that was cared for. She was bored, not challenged and her brilliance was never tested anymore. When she was a child she was dubbed a scientific genius, but her status had always shunned her from trying. Her father had secretly for years helped his daughter be educated in the arts of science, the world would be appalled if the young woman was actually educated. The thought of women in the higher stature of the world was that they were tools, used only to produce fortunes and heirs. That is, if they actually had status. If you were a peasant woman in the royal household in any monarchy in the world was to be a whore, it wasn't a choice. You were bed by any man that was above you, it was just an accepted fact. Then if the poor virgin was found out to be pregnant, she would be called a 'whore' and kicked out of the castle, her reputation destroyed. Then a new young virgin girl would take her place, and the cycle would repeat itself.
Bulma was so sick of being neglected. Sick of being thought only as a tool, not even a person. She was alone. Completely alone. No one loved her. She was worthless. Not even worth her own father's time anymore. The world was too much, way too much. She felt like dying, she was dying inside of herself. She wanted to jump over the side, falling down, father...faster...getting rid of this pain inside of herself. She started to let her tears fall down her cheeks, crying in silence as she stood, looking over the side. She felt so sad, so depressed, so alone. She didn't want to take it anymore. The world was too hard. She wanted to jump, but then she heard the door creak open behind her. Her head snapped in the direction of the noise, and stared intently into the black shroud of darkness. Then she saw a faint outline of a man.
"Who are you?" She whispered fearfully in the night air, her brain reminding her of all the times her mother had warned her of men that would try to take advantage of her at night. She started to subconsciously back away, terrified as her imagination was going in circles, making worse and worse situations of this thing in front of her. She was in such deep crap mentally that it was terrifying her.
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Vegeta smirked at how scared she seemed, wanting to just do so many horrible and wretched things to the petrified woman in front of him, but he wasn't in the mood to be too evil...
"The real question is, M'Lady, who are you?" Vegeta almost growled into the darkness, smirking as he could practically feel the fear surrounding her shaking form. He had always taken great, great pleasure of just scaring people. He would never, ever strike a woman with his own hand, and he just fed off of the energy that he got from just...scaring people. He saw her tremble, and she knew she was thinking about how she could get out of this. She wanted to leave, she wanted to just run away. He could tell this by her reaction, but he couldn't tell of who she really was. She was a mysterious woman, she was.
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Bulma just started contemplating so many different ways to get out of this situation, and just started to come up with a way to maybe get away.
"Sir?" She whispered in the stillness, but she knew that he could hear her clearly. The night air was a deafening quiet, and their voices carried by the slightest and quietest syllable. He did not reply, and she continued with her nieve plan to escape from the terror that was a mystery, but that mystery made her very, very uneasy.
"Could I please be pardoned from your presence? I had no idea that you would be here at night, and I was wondering if I could please, please return to my chambers in the castle? If you wish for this meeting to be kept a secret, I will not tell a soul of this meeting in the darkness of this night. Please sir, would you consider this word of action?" She said, closing her eyes and letting one final tear slip down her cheek.
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Vegeta pondered this, and then smirked at her plan. He decieded out of the very, very last shred of dignity and decency to let himself go about this plan innocently.
"Yes, I guess you shall be permitted to. But, my dear, you must not speak to anyone about this, or you shall surely regret it, Miss." Vegeta said smoothly, but almost coldly. He wanted to go across as cold-hearted, but also merciful.
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Bulma smiled in her wonderful state of inward joy, knowing that the danger had passed. She hurried past the man, but got a small glimpse of his eyes...she had never seen such eyes blend into the darkness as his did before. It was very puzzling, and this night would be forever etched into her memory.
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Author's Note: I know, I know, I took FOREVER to write this. But, was it worth it? Vegeta and Bulma FINALLY got a glimpse of each other, and conversed...but neither of them know who the other is. XD DUN DUN DUN! For all Bulma knows it might be some kind of serial rapist or something that got into the castle. I know, I'm evil! I just needed to keep the suspense up, and I will NOT answering the question 'Is Bulma the Blue Maiden or not?' until the very, VERY last chapter. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I'm making this story go out with a BANG. HELL YEAH. But we're not nearly to the end. =D I think at the rate I'm going now it'll be at least maybe 40 chapters long. Lol Yeah, long time for me to write, but I'll finish this story. I promise. And if I don't finish it, or I let it set for at least a month, just email me and complain. My Email is - hard_rocker119@yahoo.com, and that's also the place where you either post your email address in a review and ask to be on the update list, or you can just send me a 'hey, what's up?' kind of thing. Thanks for reading, and please review. I have 106 reviews you guys! =D I'm so happy. Thanks to you guys.
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