Canto alla Vita: I sing to life

Chapter 8: To be free or not to be free!

Trunks sighed distractedly as he thought about the events that occurred yesterday. All he could think about in the past hours were Ryanna's soft lips being placed upon his in a sensuous kiss. He repositioned himself on the stone he had placed himself on and listened as the sounds of nature surrounded him. It made him smile, because it reminded him of the many times Ryanna would sing to him. The memory of that very song that plagues his thoughts and dreams since she had first arrived.

Dedicato a chi l'ha sempre inaridita
come impossessato, uscita fra le dita
era sempre gia finita

Canto alla vita
negli occhi tuoi riflessa
facile e infinita
terra a noi promessa

Bulma wrinkled her nose a bit. She was getting to know Ryanna a little too close for her comfort. "So let me get this straight, you lived in the forest in a worn down cabin next to a lake?" Ryanna smiled and nodded. "It was actually quite beautiful. And I bet still to this day that it remains as beautiful." Ryanna stared out somewhere in the distance and Bulma studied her wistful gaze. "I always loved waking up in the morning and sticking my feet in the crystal clear water, and watching the ripples paddle at my feet. I loved every smell of the morning; the grass, the flowers, the soft wind filled with moisture, and the water. It is one of my favorite memories."

Bulma had to admit Ryanna knew how to put things in perspective, It did sound lovely the way she talked about it. "It sounds lovely." Ryanna smiled vaguely and nodded. Bulma cleared her throat and put on a smile. "How about I was to tell you that I could send you back to the forest where you belong." Ryanna's ears perked up at this, and she listened intently. "As you know Trunks was promised to marry Princess Nathalie if you passed the test. Well now with that in order we don't know if it is wise to keep you around."

"But isn't the fact that I stay or not the Prince's decision?" "Yes but listen, if you were to stay around how would that approve to his fiance? How do you think she would feel if she saw a female wicken following her fiancee around wherever he went?" Ryanna frowned. "I see what you mean." "I just find this the best decision. If you promise to convince the prince that this would be better, you will be set free." Ryanna pondered a moment. She loved spending time with the prince, she had grown fond of him greatly, but seeing her forest cabin again was something she had dreamed of for so long.

"Very well, your highness. I will talk with the prince." Bulma smiled and offered Ryanna some tea, which she accepted whole-heartedly. Meanwhile Vegeta had asked for a word with his son, which had interrupted his thinking time. "You sent for me father?" Vegeta grunted slightly. "I have spoken with the King of Moraine, he has agreed to let his daughter be your queen." Trunks cocked an eyebrow then burst out laughing. "Oh that's a good one, nice joke, now what have you really went me in here for?"

Vegeta scowled and Trunks gulped. "You are kidding aren't you?" Vegeta shook his head and Trunks lost the feeling in his body. His throat ran dry and he felt like a prissy and wanted to faint. "HAVE YOU LOST ALL YOUR COMMON SENSE?" Vegeta smirked at the boy. "It was your mother's idea, not mine. I have to go along with it though; or else the woman will have me hog tied." Trunks rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath. "I'm going to bed!" He waved his hands in the air and ran up the stairs to his quarters.

Ryanna had started packing some endowment items that the queen had given her. This included clothes, shoes, which she was forced to take, food supplements, and other supplies. She would also be given a horse to travel with which excited her. Trunks came into the room and slammed the door falling down onto his bed irritability. "Are you alright my prince?" Trunks shook his head keeping his left arm drawn lazily over his eyes. Ryanna stopped her packing to sit by his side. Trunks removed his arm to look at her and smiled. She smiled back sadly and brushed some of his loose hair back.

"I'll be okay." His eyes then glanced over towards her hamper bag on her bed. "What are you doing. Ryanna frowned sadly and sighed. "I'm packing, the queen had let me go." Trunks' eyes popped open. "She said if I was to not interfere and convince you so that i would not get in the way of your engagement she will set me free. I agreed." Trunks groaned. "Why did you agree?" Ryanna smiled slightly and brushed a fallen bang from her eyes. "I wish to go home. I do not belong here."

Trunks shook his head violently and stood up. His anger was unbearable. His parents were doing it again, controlling his life, telling him what to do. "No you can't go, I won't allow it!" Ryanna frowned. "Your fiancee will not be happy. I cannot stay here. I was here to entertain you and i did so. But now you will have a wife and she will not be pleased with you spending all your time with the likes of me." Trunks had tears in the corners of his eyes. She was his best friend, someone he looked to for comfort and kindness. How could he live without her. On the other hand, he was suppose to get married, much to his detest, and she could give him those things as well.

Ryanna sighed. "I'll tell you what. Give me one full good reason on why I should stay, how I will be needed here, and I will stay. If not I will bid you farewell." Trunks sighed and closed his eyes tightly. Ryanna frowned at his silence. She closed her hamper bag and placed it around her shoulders. "When you find a reason," she walked up to him and kissed his cheek. "you know where I'll be." with that she turned to the door and left the glum prince alone.

Oh how awful! Will they ever see each other again? I sure hope so! to find out keep reading and tune in to the next chappie! REVIEW PLEASE!!!