(I have long figured out that there are many girls in FanFiction and I have already made my peace with that, so it may seem to weird to many as how I base my writing and how it may not be as well in some "areas" as others may be, but that's just me :)
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
"STAND READY", the king's voice boomed though her walls. But the issistent yelling didn't irritate Bulma; she just smiled at her father's actions. He had been readying the palace guards to be very attentive and orderly for the Prince's arrival. He had been yelling our commands over the past hours repetitiously as the ships arrival date was nearing. The palace had rang out with calls of "STAND TALL, EYES FORWARD, MARCHING POSITION, WEAPONS READY, ALERT!!!" The earsplitting commands weren't the things though that had been bothering the princess through the day; it was the way she wanted/should have appeared to him. *Be formal mom said, be modest dad said, seemed OK enough but what if he thinks I'm an arrogant, self-centered, little snob? * "Argg" She screamed across the room as she hurled another perfectly good dress at the wall. She stood again looking bleakly at her closet clad in a loose-fitting shirt and panties. "How am I supposed to look good with these clothes!" She stormed into her walk-in closet again and looked at her assortment of clothes from aisle to aisle.
A soft knock broke her eerie silence as she looked carefully into a dark maroon dress, pondering, just pondering. "Princess, may I come in?" the chambermaid called from outside her room. But all ChiChi could hear was a muffled grunt of instinctive annoyance. Taking that as her yes, she slowly entered the room and was overwhelmed by the mess the princess had carelessly made in her effort to dress. The retched mess of dresses and skirts had been scattered everywhere as a crazed Bulma flung expensive items around the room like trash. Letting go off a low sigh she proceeded to transfer her message, "The noble Baron, Yamcha, has been waiting ever so patiently for your arrival downstairs for the past twenty minutes princess." "You know you can drop all that monotonous title and call me as you used to. Everyone just getting to formal with me now that I have gotten older and come to age. Kinda getting annoying as how I have to maintain a stuffy atmosphere and enunciate every word and create a mundane conversation and not touch anything too controversial topic. Juss getting to be a boring old drag to be at those parties." Then throwing the whole one-sided discussion into her present situation she said, "But this" raising her voice into another raised alarmed partial, "This is just messed up. I can't go in a pants, seeing how it is with royalty, but don't want to go in a dress, since how it is to be good-natured and nothing of proper portions. Leaving me with very few good choices." Continuing to mutter to herself she started to sort again throughout her clothes for a match. Hearing all her best friends troubles through a closed door and many clothes was very entertaining for ChiChi to hear it all. She was almost finished composing a massive heap of clothes and other accessories and began to coax the panicky princess out of the confinements of her closet to chose an outfit and finish the night. "Kyouji, he going to be waiting there all alone for however long you chose to stay in here. He might just get up and leave after waiting for so long, or he would stay there and get all old and ugly. (No offence directed to all the old people in this crowd – Old = Over 30) A horrified gasp came from within the closet. "And he might just, after waiting there for so long, see another woman and start to court her. And all the while you stay pitifully in your closet staring blankly into your clothes while you age. Soon after that you'll start to get long permanent black lines under your eyes and flabs of skin will form on your cheeks and your clothes will get old and out of style and…." her mind-numbing list was cut short as the petrified princess screamed and proceeded to chase her chambermaid out of the room. While being herded out she informed her that she was a horrible friend. The door slammed behind her while she muttered under her breath, "Warugaki" heaving up the clothes she started walking towards the wash and the ever-so patient Baron.
He was waiting patiently, as always, for his date to come out. He didn't think it would have been anything different than his other royal dates had been. Late, boring, and long. But, that's what you have to do to be the grand Cahuna of them all. Swiftly straitening out he solemnly watched as the chambermaid, yet again, came to inform him of his mistress readiness. Putting on a sorry smile and slow shake of the head she updated the baron, for the third time, on how the princess would be there shortly and if anything was wrong in the silent waiting room. He waved her away as she started to ask for more things to try to comfort him while he waited. Placing his chin on his upturned hands he thought *This will soon all be mine, if this princess is to be what they have all been, then I shall have the perfect meeting set up and the perfect conversation. I shall be the most gentleman I can be and soon she will fall for me, not I for her, and I will become King of this lowly planet.* Grabbing a hand painted picture of Bulma on the nearby table he continued his thoughts *All those demi-royalty princess's thought I cared for them in any way other than for royal practice for my grand play. Believed as I swooned their hearts and played my role, perfecting each performance as I tried on higher and higher authority waiting and waiting for the day I could try it on the objective.* Staring into the portrait and finishing his thoughts he did not see her finally come in *Just play my game and win the prize, a shining end for a long dirty road.* Placing it back upon the table he saw his trophy and began his performance.
"Why, have mine eyes deceived me and make me believe that there is such one of great beauty in this room. I thought the painter had drawn a beautiful and creative masterpiece on the face of Aphrodite. But, as I stand in your presence I see she is nothing but a servant to an even greater beauty." He said as he saw her beautiful appearance. She had finally chosen to go with a light blue dress, to accompany her hair. She had raised her top hair into a little butterfly creating small ponytail, letting a few curly strands lay back into her face. (God, I hope that matched and looked alright) Bowing down in front of her he pulled out a tiny red rose draped around a charming little dark green bracelet. The stem was grown and painstakingly wrapped around it in an intricate fashion to match any dress occasion. Bulma looked at the raised corsage and silently laughed as she thought *How corny* then accepting the rose *But why not spoil myself this date?*. "Such the flatterer, aren't you my noble baron." Putting on a disbelieved look of rejection he shot back, "But my lady, how can you say such words? You must be of great mind to be astoundingly humble to say so. You truly are meant for me and my scoundrel ways, but please think no farther of this thought." Grabbing her hands he looked down at her with great sincerity and slyly whispered in her ear, "We have a date to attend."
With the princess in his arms he smiled hugely as he entered another long series of war stories that had apparently occupied her as he smiled with perfect white pearls. The drive had seemed very long tedious journey to the driver, Juunana-gou, but to the very amused princess, it just ended too soon. As if timed the long series of battle stories ended perfectly as they stopped and the cabman had opened their door. It took Bulma a few moments to filter out the excessive light as it pierced through the cars darkness. She majestically stepped out, not wanting the tables to be for him all date. She knew that all her dates had thoroughly practiced for a one in a lifetime date, but this was different. It was as he had performed this part many times and now just gave it all out with perfect ease and grace. "Shall we go now to grace the people inside with our strikings appearances." Yamcha said, again showing his white teeth. "All they'll be gawking at is the size of your ego," she shot back with a hint of disappointment. All the thoughts of huge restaurants and red carpets of her date were washed away at the sight of a lonely farmhouse and stable. He held out his arm and led the way into the brightly colored stable.
Remarking on the obvious letdown he had given her he quickly tried to explain, "Don't worry princess, we will be going to the most expensive restaurant I can find for dinner, but the afternoon will be spent in this serene rural countryside on horseback." "We're going to be horseback riding?" her tone becoming more interested. "Yes, I hope you do know how to ride." Opening the stable's huge doors she entered first into the not so great smelling barn. "It was my favorite pastime." He watched her as she strolled from horse to horse ready to chose a fine steed *Really? No wonder I went through all that trouble to clear this place out for the week just for the solitude of our wonderful date. For sure, I thought you would figure that we would go here first, I mean, after all those wonderful child time stories and your particular enjoyment in riding.* He slowly started to walk alongside her seeing which horse she would chose. "I will be riding on Hinote my ever faithful mount. Have you chosen yours yet?" "Don't be in a hurry my baron, I will pick one when I see that I like one." She shot back as she looked back and forth through the collection horses seeing if one in particular jumped out at her. "Well I had this one, but I don't think you would like to see it now, do you?" he said distractedly as he waved in the nobles personal horse. Turning around to eye the horse she was taken back by the clear beauty of the horse. It was white mare covered completely in absolute white except for a little black moon marked on its crest. "Her name is Kokkan Akari he called out from behind her. "She is of noble character and as I see." She replied turning around to see his own ride, "Yours is too." The burgundy horse that Yamcha had chosen was clawing at the ground, ready to ride. "Well then, lets not delay any longer, let's go!" with that he reared his horse and sent off into a quick gallop. Sensing the challenge of a race she sent her own horse into a speedy run.
They had been riding for almost three hours and the sun was beginning to go down. Bulma's stomach had cut through the tranquil silence that had been made as the rode slowly side by side in the lush evergreen forest. Bursting into a laughing fit Yamcha looked sadly at his companion. "Don't worry, we're almost there." He said reassuringly. "Its just been to long that I have gone without food you know." She said in a matter of factly tone. Suddenly the dense forest trail broke off leading into a large grassy clearing. The sun had already set and left a warm night, and the stars bright. And to top the wondrous nature's night there was a little picnic basket in the middle of it all. She looked surprisingly at Yamcha who just shrugged and demounted from his horse. She greedily ran to the basket and opened it to find very warm contents inside. He took the basket from her hands and reached inside to find the blanket. He laid out the dark green and black blanket, contrary to his kingdom's colors, and spread it out evenly over the grass. He sat down and started to arrange the food carefully onto the mat. "After all was laid out he said, "Bon appetite."
Bulma laid back into Yamcha's chest as he sat upon a nearby tree. All the food had been put away and a purple and yellow, contrary to her kingdom's colors had been spread out to cover them both. She could hardly keep her eyes open as she felt the warmth behind her and the night's stars twinkling in front of her. She quietly said as she felt her eyes droop, "Today was a beautiful day, thank you so much for it Yamcha." He leaned forward and whispered into her ear as she slipped into sleeps embrace, "And I'll do more, just for you princess." Giving her a light peck on her cheek he let her fall deep into sleep. And the rest of the night she laid in his arms…
Author's Note
~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, I can't really make my daily Quota, it's just so hard to think with all these school things going on. And getting at least 10 minutes to write after getting a very enriching inspiration boom isn't gonna work each time in school. So, I'll just try my hardest to post a Chapter quickly. (Juss can't be one of those people who post every day)
Definitions:
Warugaki = Brat
Kyouji = Spoiled Child
Hinote = Blaze
Kokkan Akari = Depth of Winter's Light
Next Chapter: Vegeta's take on Earth