*~*~*~*~*~*~*~When you walk away…
You don't hear me say...- - - - - -
&&&&&&&&&Please, Oh baby, don't go…
Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight***.^.^.^.^.^.^.^.^It's hard to let it go…
Ch.5 The feast!As she looked into the mirror, she agreed that it was a good pick for the feast that night. The lust-inducing superstar had her hair in a small bun, holding most of her hair back, but some still fell around her face in curls, and the butterflies were nestled sweetly in her hair. It made it look as if her hair was a hide-out for butterflies; not to mention her dress. After putting on the dress, she had accentuated it with a diamond choker, which had deep-purple stones randomly replacing diamonds in the necklace. Not wanting to mess with the beauty of the ribbons cascading down her up and down her legs from the heels, she left them bare. Bulma turned around once, examining all over, and nodded. Shocking.
When she came out into the hall, Yamcha was already waiting, as well as Krillin and Goku. Bulma smiled to them, and the latter pair just nodded in silent agreement of the dress, while Yamcha-the horny bastard he is- just ogled her. The blue goddess just rolled her eyes and passed him on without a glance, all of the boys were in black tuxes. Goku's undershirt was a deep blue, Krillin's was a pale beige and Yamcha's was white. Each had a flower in their breast pocket, and when Bulma looked down, she smiled. Goku was wearing deep blue saiyan training boots, as was Yamcha. Krillin was wearing black boots of the same style, and when she looked up, they all smiled sheepishly.
"You know Chichi and 18 are going to flip if they notice…" She commented on the shoes, smiling.
"Yeah, but mine coordinate with my shirt!" Goku pointed out.
"Goku…"
"Bulma! Please don't tell!!"
"You three act like little kids most of the time, I swear." Chuckling lightly, she agreed to say nothing of the shoes. "But, if they find out, I'm not even going to step up to defend you…"
Half an hour later, Chichi came out of her and Goku's bedroom, while 18 also came out from the opposite door. They looked at each other, laughing. Either of them wore the exact replicated dress design, only different colors. 18 had a light yellow evening gown on while Chichi had a midnight blue one. Each of them wore a small rose in the same hairstyle-a pinned back chignon, the rose setting easily in the middle of their whirls and wisps of tresses. 18 had a peach rose, while Chi had gotten her specially dyed blue. However…
5 min. later, Goku and Krillin stepped out of their bedrooms, wearing their dress shoes. As soon as Chichi and 18 had laughed over their dress design, they looked to the floor, immediately noticing the training boots.
"It's as if you guys have laser sensors!" Goku said, amazed.
The two women just looked at each and shook their heads, sighing. "It's more like we saw you trying to sneak out of the room with them on, only minutes before had you been putting them onto your feet infront of us…" Chichi explained. Goofball 1 and goofball 2 had been taken to the bedrooms abruptly after that.
Bulma looked down the hall, something catching her eye. A woman. A woman in a lime green dress, as if the bottom of the dress was just shreds of sheer fabric flowing from the waist down to the floor, was coming towards them. Yamcha smiled and said, "That would be my escort," The green-dress had a pretty face attached to it, though a bit dark in the upstairs apartment. Bulma smiled. That wasn't who had been with him earlier, when she had interrupted. The girl's hair was almost white, a bit lighter than 18's hair color. Her eye's, were a poisonous hue however, and Bulma thought that the girl might do something a bit different if Yamcha got serious with the blonde bombshell.
When the girl finally made it down the hall, and taking her precious time at that, she introduced herself. Her name was L'ita and she was a Meldonian from the planet H'raka. She had no ki, but she could control the kinetic energy around her to make combustible balls of fire that were similar to ki. However, they weren't nearly as powerful. Unless in close range. Bulma was the only one who knew of this information however, for all the girl had said out loud was her race and name, giving a little background included.
L'ita was a maid for the Queen and King, for she was renown for being an excellent cook, so she was put into chambers right beside theirs, in the royal wing. Prince Vegeta actually slept two doors down from her. The blue supa-star was very happy that the Meldonian Maid (A/N: mo' alliteration fo' ya!) was so genial in her informational mouth. After a few more minutes of happy-talk, they decided to go right on down the hall, and then Bulma remembered her purse. Lovely time to forget about her purse. She bade the others to go without her and she would catch up. Being that they were a little late anyway, the group did not object, and went on without the blue angel.
Searching her room, she didn't find it there, and after tearing up the bathroom, she finally found it hiding under a pile of clothes that she had worn the day before and hadn't given to the maid yet. When she walked out of the room, she looked up and down the hall stealthily, then took off her heels for the moment and ran down the hall. So far so good, until turning the corner and running into a rather silky brick wall. Falling out of the dazed state, the wall actually held her up while Bulma got her brain to stop moving. After her eyes stopped doing a dance inside her head, she noticed the royal emblem sown into a black and blue shoulder cape that the 'wall' was wearing. Then following a path up the black-plated chest, which had very nice form she thought, gazed into the face of the Prince.
She suddenly looked down, bowing her head. "I'm sorry, your Majesty, it was just that I am late for the feast….As well as you I should think…" She glanced up, smiling, but then resumed a serious look, trying to mimic the dark Prince's face. He gave into a slight sexy smirk (A/N: I think I have the alliteration allergy, no joke.)
"It seems we are late, have you thought up an excuse already?" Prince Vegeta, playful? Bulma really thought she had heard stories from the wrong people about this supposedly 'stone-hearted man'.
"All I could come up with was, 'I forgot my purse' what 'bout you?"
"Do you really need an excuse if you're the Prince of the Sai-jins?" He has a point there, but he's still a cocky and sexy-as-hell man.
"I suppose not, do you know which way to go from here?"
"In order for me to show you the way, I think you need to wear your full attire into the dining area, unless that was another part of your excuse," He peered down at her feet, her hands still clutching the heels feverishly.
"Yeah, the heels were preventing me to get good traction on this slick carpet, though it does tingle my feet," Bulma laughed at his partially grimaced scowl due to her comment. The blue wood nymph took the dark prince's arm after putting on her shoes, and they walked into the feasting hall together, Bulma bracing herself for people to become attracted to the scene of the two walking in together.
She was surprised to find that no one but her friends and a few other people looked up from eating, but the King raised his glass and shouted to the duet entering. "And here is our guest of honor tonight! Miss Bulma Briefs! Singer and Performer Extraordinaire!" Everyone followed suit at the tables and cheered for a good couple of minutes, then went back to eating.
Hunger came before Courtesy in the life of the Sai-jins. Bulma parted with Vegeta at the main table, she taking a seat by her friends, and Vegeta going to sit beside his father at the high end of the table. Looking over the table, she noticed there was a wide variety of things to eat, but then also noticed that Goku had overtaken most of it, and he had become territorial over his food. L'ita was sitting beside Yamcha, interestedly watching the rest of them eat while she slowly ate the rest of her first plate, it being her only one. Chichi was periodically wiping Goku's mouth, whilst she, 18 and Krillin ate diligently but courteously.
There was food all over the table, partially from Goku grabbing bowls and pouring the food messily onto his plate, but it all looked delicious in the same posture. There was spices to heat up the food, and leaves to cool them down. Meat and vegetables had been imported from everywhere for new and exotic tastes, including ylanses- a purple, apple-shaped fruit that held rich blood-red juices in it that was a native fruit in Maiisona.
Bulma decided the best way to go was quickly and efficiently, but not as messy as Goku. Taking quick looks over at the Prince once in a while, she noticed he ate quietly and definitely not at the pace a normal sai-jin eats. He ate at almost the rate of Goku but had a regal and very clean way about it. He didn't even have to wipe his mouth after his meal was done. In total, Bulma-18-Chichi had each three plates of food, Yamcha-Krillin had five each, L'ita was the only person eating that had a single plate in the entirety of the feast. Goku had 27 plates, which compromised of a whole half table of food, and from what Bulma could tell, Vegeta had 8 plates of food. Everyone feeling full and energized, the Royal family led the way to the lounge and ballroom.
The group was the first behind the royal family, the two sections melding together, with Bulma stealing glances at Vegeta whenever she could. Everyone flooding into the Ballroom and adjacent Lounge, everything was gold and red. Along with deep mahogany and other rich woods imported from places Bulma was too astounded to think of. Half the floor was carpeted in a dark crimson, and even in her heels she could feel the lushness of the floor, the other half was a newly waxed and cleaned dancing floor, made of a bright golden wood. Tables sat around the dancing area, while steps led up either side of the long room to bars made of the same bright wood.
Bulma eyed it over with a great taste of the rococo style that she had seen back on Chik-yuu. It had been a revitalizing era for Earth, and as far as she knew, it had done the humans some good. The King and Queen took places on the dance floor, followed by Goku-Chichi, 18-Krillin and L'ita-Yamcha. Vegeta went over to a pillar, leaning against it as Bulma eyed over the scenery once more, lingering on a specific column of bright gold that held a dark Prince against it. Vegeta was, in a small sentence, truly enthralling. Her ocean gaze was suddenly met with a pair of dark abysses and she felt her legs almost fall from under her, and between the time that her and Vegeta's eyes had met, and Bulma's legs had finally retained their solid form instead of the abrupt jelly filled ones, the Prince had drew nearer to her.
"Do you care to dance?" His sexy smirk remained intact as the darkling young-prince gave another once over to the enchanting wood nymph.
Bulma first looked around, then raised her eyebrows. "Are you speaking to me?"
"Is there anyone else near you that also seems as appealing?" The prince was right, the nearest person was sitting down, and he was drunk as haggard who lived in the exiled lands of Vegeta-sei. The blue-haired sai-jin chuckled as she watched the man fall back in his chair, the carpet making it totally silent as the man just laid back in the chair, continuing to drink.
"I suppose not," Her eyes twinkled with a dark thought as she felt him grasp her hand lightly and take her to the dancing floor. At that moment, all Bulma wanted to do was run her hand down the Prince's nice, hard chest- all the way down to his nice, hard…
Bulma spent the rest of the night dancing and talking with the prince, mostly about medial things, nothing significant. By half-time of the party, people were littering the red carpet and bars, passed out from being drunk, dancing a little too much, or knocked out from a small fight. When it was time for the party to retire, Bulma's group left with the royal family, Vegeta saying good-night to her and nothing else. That got the superstar a little shaken up, but just shook her head, thinking that the Prince was just being polite to her because she was the guest of honor for the night. Still….she couldn't get over the look he had given the Ocean-hued seductress when he was leaning against the pillar in the dancing room….
-Uh oh! I ish back! It has taken me terribly long to write this! About two weeks! Yeah, I haven't written in a looooooong time, but I have had lots of crap going on, and If I told you, it'd take up enough space to type another chapter, so we'll leave it at one thing about me:
A guy whom I have liked for a very long time comes into my life at a promising moment, but can I handle it? (Sounds like a soap opera)
Well, about the fic. I could never abandon it, for I was locked in a room for four days with it, writing the beginning, then I got better, a lot better, towards the end. I think I've finally got into the mindset of the way Bulma is going to think. But remember people, not everyone is how they seem to be with this fic….
~Forever Dawning