Dance till Midnight
Chapter 5
Vegeta shifted his weight from one foot to the other. It was soon to be eleven and he wanted to get over it before midnight. But he was stuck HERE, by the dessert table with no way to get through the dancing pairs in his way. (Though he did thank the one up there, whoever he was, for putting him by the dessert table. He was as hungry as a wolf, not being able to withstand the uh, um, something they tried to make him eat at his prison.)
"Ow!!! Hey you-"
"Oh I'm SO sorry."
A blue haired girl ironically cut him off (before he could say anything he'd regret) and made her way to the Black-Forest cakes.
And that, aside from his hurting foot, made Vegeta angry. Very angry.
She just smiled devilishly back at him.
He gulped. Stay calm Vegeta; stay calm. You ruin your disguise now and your hopes of being free are all shattered. He sighed once and turned back towards the crowd, still trying to find a way through.
Splat!!! Something landed on the side of his face.
The prince's left eye twitched. He growled. Stay - calm. Stay - calm. Must – stay - calm.
"Oh clumsy me! Let me clean that up, good sir."
She took a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped the cream off. Then 'accidentally' she dropped it and in the process of catching, slammed down on the long spoon of the punch bowl that she slipped out of the basin and placed one end between the legs of the prince earlier.
"Aaa-"
Bulma quickly placed a hand on his mouth.
"Look buddy" she whispered into his ear, "I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but I won't let you ruin the last three joyful days of my friend. Trust me, I might have grown up in the palace, but the prison guards are very close friends of mine, and I'm sure the prisoners wouldn't mind a few days of freedom in return of a little 'favor'."
Vegeta smirked under her hand.
He suddenly grabbed the girl's waist and spun into the balcony where he promptly closed the curtains.
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He had been standing there for an hour now, looking at her. But then again, she has been sitting there for an hour too, staring at him. Chi-chi just couldn't take her eyes off the handsome man. And the fact that he was looking back right at her was a rather strange, hurtful, scary, most of all forbidden and......delightful thing.
"Chi-chi darling, aren't you going to dance? Chi-chi? Chiiiiiiiii- chiiiiii!!!!"
"Huh? Sorry dad, what were you saying?"
"Never mind. I see you are too busy gaping at that boy." Her father grinned as he saw a bright red color spread over her cheeks.
"I was NOT!!!"
The Ox-King just rolled his eyes.
"Hmph!" The princess turned away, arms crossed and nose high. SHE was only looking at his cute clown costume (and adorable eyes).
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"Ma, I know you're mad at him and all, but.....WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO WHEN WE GET THERE?!?"
Raddits and his mother had been traveling for an hour or so, and Raddits has grown tired of it. He wanted to go alone, not with his mother, and definetly not in search of his little brother. Oooh, when he got his hands on that.....
"Raddits, calm down for heaven's sake and don't worry. I don't know what I'm going to do except for one thing; I'm going to beat that boy like last years carpet!"
"Go ma." He rolled his eyes.
She smiled in triumph and the coach bumped on toward it's destanation, not knowing what a trip it lay in await for it.
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Chi-chi sat on the stone-rail of the balcony, gazing at the stars. Slowly the clock chimed, signaling to all that it was eleven. How fast time goes by.....only two more days after midnight. How-
A hand gently touched her shoulder, making her look away from the heavens. It was HIM. The clown boy.
"Sorry if I startled you....umm, would you like to dance?"
His eyes sparkled and she could practically see the hope shining in his eyes. No need to hope, she thought.
"I would love to! I mean, if you wish, good sir."
She took his hand.
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"Sssh. Quiet." He whispered in Bulma's ear, his hand still on her mouth. "I don't want to hurt your pitiful kingdom, rather save it, if you please."
She struggled against his grip, but he was too strong, not even breaking a sweat. His hold was rough on her waist, but gentle on her face, his breath tickling her neck. Bulma could practically feel the smirk on his face.
"Remember, girlie. I can kill."
With humongous force he pushed her towards the railing, and before the advisor's daughter knew it, she was falling, down, down, down into the darkness.
Chapter 5
Vegeta shifted his weight from one foot to the other. It was soon to be eleven and he wanted to get over it before midnight. But he was stuck HERE, by the dessert table with no way to get through the dancing pairs in his way. (Though he did thank the one up there, whoever he was, for putting him by the dessert table. He was as hungry as a wolf, not being able to withstand the uh, um, something they tried to make him eat at his prison.)
"Ow!!! Hey you-"
"Oh I'm SO sorry."
A blue haired girl ironically cut him off (before he could say anything he'd regret) and made her way to the Black-Forest cakes.
And that, aside from his hurting foot, made Vegeta angry. Very angry.
She just smiled devilishly back at him.
He gulped. Stay calm Vegeta; stay calm. You ruin your disguise now and your hopes of being free are all shattered. He sighed once and turned back towards the crowd, still trying to find a way through.
Splat!!! Something landed on the side of his face.
The prince's left eye twitched. He growled. Stay - calm. Stay - calm. Must – stay - calm.
"Oh clumsy me! Let me clean that up, good sir."
She took a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped the cream off. Then 'accidentally' she dropped it and in the process of catching, slammed down on the long spoon of the punch bowl that she slipped out of the basin and placed one end between the legs of the prince earlier.
"Aaa-"
Bulma quickly placed a hand on his mouth.
"Look buddy" she whispered into his ear, "I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but I won't let you ruin the last three joyful days of my friend. Trust me, I might have grown up in the palace, but the prison guards are very close friends of mine, and I'm sure the prisoners wouldn't mind a few days of freedom in return of a little 'favor'."
Vegeta smirked under her hand.
He suddenly grabbed the girl's waist and spun into the balcony where he promptly closed the curtains.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He had been standing there for an hour now, looking at her. But then again, she has been sitting there for an hour too, staring at him. Chi-chi just couldn't take her eyes off the handsome man. And the fact that he was looking back right at her was a rather strange, hurtful, scary, most of all forbidden and......delightful thing.
"Chi-chi darling, aren't you going to dance? Chi-chi? Chiiiiiiiii- chiiiiii!!!!"
"Huh? Sorry dad, what were you saying?"
"Never mind. I see you are too busy gaping at that boy." Her father grinned as he saw a bright red color spread over her cheeks.
"I was NOT!!!"
The Ox-King just rolled his eyes.
"Hmph!" The princess turned away, arms crossed and nose high. SHE was only looking at his cute clown costume (and adorable eyes).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Ma, I know you're mad at him and all, but.....WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO WHEN WE GET THERE?!?"
Raddits and his mother had been traveling for an hour or so, and Raddits has grown tired of it. He wanted to go alone, not with his mother, and definetly not in search of his little brother. Oooh, when he got his hands on that.....
"Raddits, calm down for heaven's sake and don't worry. I don't know what I'm going to do except for one thing; I'm going to beat that boy like last years carpet!"
"Go ma." He rolled his eyes.
She smiled in triumph and the coach bumped on toward it's destanation, not knowing what a trip it lay in await for it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chi-chi sat on the stone-rail of the balcony, gazing at the stars. Slowly the clock chimed, signaling to all that it was eleven. How fast time goes by.....only two more days after midnight. How-
A hand gently touched her shoulder, making her look away from the heavens. It was HIM. The clown boy.
"Sorry if I startled you....umm, would you like to dance?"
His eyes sparkled and she could practically see the hope shining in his eyes. No need to hope, she thought.
"I would love to! I mean, if you wish, good sir."
She took his hand.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sssh. Quiet." He whispered in Bulma's ear, his hand still on her mouth. "I don't want to hurt your pitiful kingdom, rather save it, if you please."
She struggled against his grip, but he was too strong, not even breaking a sweat. His hold was rough on her waist, but gentle on her face, his breath tickling her neck. Bulma could practically feel the smirk on his face.
"Remember, girlie. I can kill."
With humongous force he pushed her towards the railing, and before the advisor's daughter knew it, she was falling, down, down, down into the darkness.