A Match Made in Heaven
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I have 2 stories going on at once, so I'll try to update as much as possible, most likely at least once a week
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anybody from DBZ (damn shame, tho).
Chapter 3 ~ Unpacking
Chichi and Bulma finished lugging the suitcases down the stairs and to the front door. They sat at the breakfast table eating with Dr. Briefs and his wife in silence. Bulma tried to chew her food as slowly as possible, just to delay her leaving.
Although she tried her hardest, Bulma eventually finished her breakfast thinking about how it was her last home-cooked meal.
Her mother stayed inside as Dr. Briefs watched his daughter and her friend put their suitcases into capsules for easy carrying. As Bulma put the capsules in her pocket, Dr. Briefs gave her a slight kiss on the cheek. Then he went over to the black-haired Saiyan and whispered a gentle 'thank you'.
"Ready to go, Chichi?" Bulma asked.
She took a deep breath and replied, "Yeah, I think."
"I've got both suitcases. Let's go," she said.
The two took off in the direction of the royal palace. As they left the community, they entered a part of the planet covered in wilderness. When flying over one extremely large hill, they palace came into view and Bulma stopped.
Chichi turned to face her friend. "If we don't go, they'll hunt us down and kill us."
"I know," she sighed. "I just want to relish in my freedom before I lose it forever."
They continued on towards their eminent doom. As they approached the huge palace doors, they slid open and revealed a palace guard. The Saiyan's brown tail was wrapped around his blue spandex-covered waist and his spiky hair defied all forms of gravity.
He looked at a scrap of paper and back up at the newcomers. "Bulma Briefs?" he queried.
Ooh, this is one hot palace guard. She flashed him a smile, "Yes that's me. And this is my friend, Chichi."
"Um…" he scratched his head, "the King said we were only expecting one."
"Well, I brought another. She refused to let me leave and come here alone," she stated flatly.
He looked over Bulma and Chichi. Hmm… that black one seems to be cute. "Uh, my name's Kakkarot. His Highness is waiting for you." Opening the doors wider, Kakkarot allowed the two Saiyans to pass him and enter the giant hallway. Rejoining them, Kakkarot headed the little group to the room where the King was staying.
Kakkarot knocked lightly on the door, hoping the king could hear him through the muffled moans coming from the other side of the door.
"What?" the King snapped.
"Um… sir? Bulma Briefs is here," Kakkarot spoke.
There was an annoyed sigh and after a slight pause he said, "Enter."
The door swung open and Kakkarot entered with Bulma and Chichi trailing behind him. The King was standing there in his royal robes with his whore (who hardly had thrown any clothes on) sprawled on the bed.
The King smiled. "Bulma, I only expected you to come, but what a pleasant surprise. You've brought a friend."
No shit, isn't he a master of the obvious, Bulma thought, almost laughing out loud.
"Well, considering you've just arrived, Kakkarot, take them to their quarters, and be hasty about it, I do not want the Prince to see them."
Kakkarot bowed to his king and turned around. He exited the room, waiting for the girls to follow, and shut the doors behind them. As soon as the door shut, the muffled groans started up again. Bulma shuddered, thinking about how she was probably the next person who was going to enjoy his company. He led them out of the castle and into a courtyard, filled with beautiful tropical plants. Across the courtyard, there was a separate building. They entered the building and Kakkarot led them to the first room on the right. "There is your room, there are keys inside." He left.
They opened the door to reveal a beautiful living room. The walls were a pale, mauve color, the furniture had a floral pattern. There were two large, puffy couches with a brown, polished table in front of it. Past the couch there was a large balcony with several chase lounges and large, plastic, white table. From where they were standing, they could see straight into a large kitchen with all the necessities of a baker.
Even though depressed from being forced to become a concubine, they giggled as they ran towards two closed doors, which were the bedrooms. They threw open the doors to reveal two beautifully furnished bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms. There were beautiful comforters and patterns. Each room also had a walk-in closet, completely empty, just waiting for their clothes to be hung up, there matching window shades, and the bathrooms were a cheery color with a rose was also a space in the closet that allowed them to pack their shoes away.
The two went to work. They unpacked all the clothes (well… all Bulma's clothes at least) and completely filled the closets and the dressers that were in their bedrooms.
Unpacking took practically all day. They ran around the room opening windows to allow the cool spring breeze to run through the apartment.
Finally, around dinnertime, they both slumped out of their bedrooms tired from all the packing and unpacking that they had done in less than twenty-four hours. Both of their stomachs grumbled at the same time and they burst out laughing and walked towards their kitchen. Bulma had never been much of a cook, so Chichi went to work in the giant kitchen.
As the dinner progressed, the smell overwhelmed the apartment. Any Saiyan walking by could smell the four-course meal and their noses practically dragged them to the windows of the apartment, where they stood watching Bulma and Chichi eat. They sat there nervously for a few minutes until Bulma stood up and stormed over to the windows, slamming them down on the hungry Saiyans' noses. Then she walked around the apartment pulling down all the blinds so that the newcomers could eat in peace.
**AN:
Wow… two whole chapters of two women packing and unpacking, that's really sad. But don't worry, it'll get much better!
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