*~*~*~*~*~*~*~When you walk away…
You don't hear me say...- - - - - -
&&&&&&&&&Please, Oh baby, don't go…
"So simple and clean…"Bulma murmured to herself while packing a bag. They were going to be at the palace for the total of a week. Everyone seemed so happy and excited at the prospect of performing in front of Prince Vegeta; she didn't want to show her mixed feelings. She knew that if they found out she wasn't ecstatic about them going to the palace, they'd all stage something and say they didn't have to accept the invitation, and they'd tell Prince Vegeta they have something way important to do, blah, blah, blah. It wasn't that she didn't want to go, but something just made her feel strange when she thought of the Prince. Not an unpleasant feeling, just an out-of-place emotion she needed to sort out.
When Bulma got everything together, she picked the invitation parchment back up, feeling the paper. It was smooth, like it was naturally made from feathers, but the paper was a soft yellow, the ink written with an educated hand. Of course it wasn't the Prince's writing, but it was nicely done all the same.
"Bulma?" Chichi's voice broke the blue superstar from her whirling emotions within her mind. Smiling, Bulma turned around to the raven-haired woman.
"Yeah Chi?"
"You ready to go?"
"Maybe,"
"What do you mean, Maybe?" Chichi sounded confused, and the beautiful waterfall of hair shook as Bulma laughed.
"I guess I'm just a little nervous about it,"
"Yeah, we all are, just loosen up, everything will be fine,"
As the older woman turned to leave, the blue maiden muttered to herself, "I sure hope so,"
"What did you say?"
"I said: I think you're right, Chi,"
The two performers chuckled, walking out of the bus with their luggage, whereas the others were already at, with their bags and packs. They were to wait here to either send back a letter of non-performance for Vegeta, but if they had decided to put on a private concert for the Prince's party, the Superstar's crew was to wait with their baggage the next day for a limo that would take them to the palace and get them settled in: that is what it said on the letter. So there they were, standing at the designated location awaiting for the stretched town car. The spot was in a little suburban town on the outskirts of the Palace's city. The sight was beautiful, with everything done in Greek architecture: from flowing, crystal clear fountains to the 'au natural' building that were Spartan-inspired.
Bulma sighed and wondered how she missed all of this beauty, then became saddened at the thought. She had been too hasty in leaving her home planet, leaving everything behind when people had started to like her; and Bulma became the most popular singer in the Galaxy. It didn't seem too bad at first, however, this quick decision had made her oblivious to everything that was so dear to her, everything that she had admired even before the blue-haired girl's dreams had come true. She remembered the time when she first announced she was going away for the first time, her mother had pleaded with her to stay a little while longer. (A/n: Sry, no flash-back, I wasn't that inspired to write one, plus, I couldn't picture what her mother would say; as ditzy as that blonde is)
The group were all knocked from their dream worlds a large limo came to a stop in front of them all, and out stepped a short man. Okay, man wouldn't be the best description, considering this man had a pink pig-tail and a large snout. In fact, his ears resemble somewhat like a pig's, as well as his feet….So we'll just call him pig-man for the time being. Well, the 'pig-man' stepped out of the car, with a driver's suit on-exception of shoes and that cute little hat they wear- and bowed just a little. "My name is Oolong, Madam, and today I shall be driving you to the Palace. Please, set all your belongings in the trunk and we shall be on our way," The performers stood there stunned, a pig-man was driving them?! Bulma first came out of the phase, and took her three pieces of luggage to the back, and the limo's trunk popped open. Goku was behind her and helped set them in, so everyone else could at least have a little room to put their bags and packs in following Bulma.
Surprisingly, everything fit perfectly. Oolong bowed again and replied, "We shall now be on our way, Madam," Bulma felt her face grow hot, knowing the pig-man was speaking to her only, and it made the rest of the group feel left out. She noticed this in their stances and faces, and just shrugged helplessly at them, getting into the limo. The dear black Lincoln was a super-stretch model, and one of the best. Top of the line stereo with speakers, huge flat screen against on side of the car, a stylish mini-bar on the other, while the black leather seats were soft and recently cleaned. Bulma wouldn't have been surprised if the town car was actually brand-new: the palace had that kind of money to throw around.
When everyone piled into the Lincoln, Oolong started them on their way. Bulma became withdrawn to herself as the car-ride began, the others watching tv or listening to the radio on private headphones. No one seemed to notice her ominous mood. However, the blue-haired enchantress didn't mind, she needed time to think to herself. Just to wonder what the palace would be like, if the royal court was snobs, if the king and queen really loved each other, if the prince was as sexy as she heard…. Bulma smiled to herself, maybe this trip wasn't going to be so bad after all.
She had dressed up as formal as she had in her suitcases filled with mostly cosmetics. A white skirt and lavender chemise, with flaring cuffs and a bit sheer: the skirt was white with tiny purple flowers embroidered randomly on it, with the skirt itself flowing to the floor and a slit coming higher than just a little above her mid-thigh. It was the best she had, along with white stiletto boots, Bulma thought she could pull it off. It was sort of an innocent-seductress theme, and the ocean goddess liked it. As the trip went into the night, finally they arrived at the palace, with everyone filtering out before the super-star. As everyone finally got out and waited for Bulma, she daintily let one boot out the car door at a time.
The Palace was bigger than she imagined, however the servants were less than friendly. The walls were deep red's, gold's, black's and blue's, all the colors of the royal family. Bulma was happy she didn't impose upon the family for wearing any of those colors, but the others weren't so lucky. Goku was always wearing orange and blue, Yamcha would wear red and blue hues, Krillin -orange and blue- like Goku, Chichi would wear blue and white, and 18 would don black and blue. The servants would have to wear a deep green or brown, thank god no one was wearing those colors. Someone might take them for commoners and command them to do something, better to be dressed as royalty than as peasants or slaves.
Back to the palace. As the rest of the kingdom, it was Greek-inspired, with statures of famous people in white marble, large columns of limestone accentuating high ceilings or long hallways. Floors would be a black marble, with white veins of sandstone running through them. Tapestries and paintings hung in every room, none of them were famous people however, they were of gruesome battles or a beautiful piece of scenery on Vegeta-sei that would be retained forever. With the group growing weary, they stopped the tour for the night, and led to each of their rooms. Everyone had a specified room, but Chichi and 18 informed they would each be staying with Goku and Krillin. So at the last stop of Bulma's chamber, the man bowed and opened the large mahogany door soundlessly.
Bulma nodded a thanks and stepped into the room, her baggage had already been laid away in the walk-in closet and her objects and trinkets of sentiment were randomly put on top of things. The ocean gaze first peered at the bed, which was a king sized canopy, with white marble posts and sheer linen barely obscuring the feathery comforter and pillows. There was a bathroom adjacent to her bedroom, which consisted of a large set-in bathtub and a shower head attached above, with four faucets on each side of the square pool. The walls of both rooms were a dark crimson, with the traditional black marble, but with veins of gold instead of white. Curtains were a beautiful black hiding spectacular views of the city. However, when Bulma opened one pair of curtains, she was amazed to find a balcony of limestone being supported by a column below. The view of that room was far more majestically surreal than any other, with the city vanishing to meet the large desert, then becoming a deep blue of a sea.
Bulma's breath was taken away, her tail shivering in delight at the dream-like view she was receiving, and didn't even notice when someone came to stand beside her, gazing with a twin pair of onyx orbs.
"Like the view?"
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