Inevitability

Chapter Five: Obsession

The princess had safely returned home. There were no flaws during her trip with the space pod, neither were there with her escort home. Yet, her parents sensed something flaw in her. Something, that probably ate on her soul, tearing her up inside. What was the cause of something like that to happen? How could it? Why was their precious daughter changed? Or maybe it was just their imagination? Were these foolish hallucinations? They hoped they were.

But they knew they weren't.

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A few months had passed by. To that point, Princess Bulma had ordered the palace's servants to collect as many libraries as they could. You will say: 'How can they collect libraries?! They are made, not collected.' Well, you will be half-right. For Bulma gave them one huge room with shelves wherever you turn to look. These shelves were to be filled with books, collected from the allies of Earth, from deceased sages. She had released her servants from the boundaries of fastidiousness, for she wanted them to take any book they were offered.

The teal haired princess was now looking proudly at the filled shelves, not even bothering to acknowledge the presence of either her mother or her father approaching her. That was, of course, up until a hand was placed on her shoulder, making her face her parental unit.

"Bulma..." Her father began. "I do understand that you would want to be smart, that you would want to be a wise queen of your people... But isn't that a little too much?" His sapphire eyes bore into her being, searching her soul for answers. For an answer as to why and what had triggered her to become so utterly... obsessed with knowledge.

The young princess shook the hand of her father off and smirked at him in an unlikely for herself manner. Her smirk could probably rival Vegeta's. She cringed in her mind at the mention of that idiot's name. She never even got to say good-bye... But he wouldn't want to listen to her even if she tried, she tried to convince herself.

"Well, father, if you think this is madness, what will you say when I spend countless hours in this library, my sanctuary?" Her eyes traveled lovingly over the wooden barriers between the books. The princess had asked the best cabinetmakers do the wood work of the shelves. Not to mention, she could hardly find herself caring when her maid told her that she should work only with the royal servants. The sapphire eyed royalty could care less if someone with a blood of a family tree of loyal to the palace in centuries worker did the work, or just a mere subject from the outskirts of the capital. All that mattered to her was the grace she wanted her library to possess.

Grace. Beauty. The Princess had grown to understand those words as well, and to treasure everyone and everything that beget them, or possessed them.

She was too deep in thought to note her father's so obvious frown.

"Bulma, you are a heiress. You shouldn't be spending your time with-"

"And how should I spend my time, father? Instead of listening to tutors trying to teach me something I already know, I could be learning new things that might help me with taking over the kingdom years from now. Can't you let me have at least this entertainment since I'm a princess and not allowed to set a foot out of the palace?!" She hissed between her teeth. With a defeated sigh, her father retreated to his quarters. He needed to get used to the idea that his daughter had fiery temperament.

But if she was like this at the age of ten, what was she going to be in puberty? He barely let himself to imagine...

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Eight years later...

A lavender haired teenager with a beautiful white dress that teased the tiled floor with its length walked none too feminine down the huge hall with her fists balled by her sides. Guards turned their heads around to look at their princess, who had been enraged by someone or something. It was quite a sight to see for her flame temper was not to be teased. Otherwise, the consequences wouldn't be pleasant ones.

Her nailed fingers pushed the double-doors to her father's throne room rather roughly and her eye brows furrowed instantly.

"What is the meaning of this father?! I have been informed just mere minutes ago that we were expecting guests! Is that true?! And if it isn't, what the Hell was that shaking?!"

The princess' voice had grown more feminine with the years and yet, it was still very annoying when she screeched. By this time, the King was afraid that it would never become different. Although, the aging man was doing his best not to give her reasons to screech. It was obvious that this time he had crossed the line.

"My child, I thought you were at your lab. I didn't want to disturb your work that you cherish and defend so much."

The princess' forehead wrinkled in thought. It was true what he said. She would probably scream her lungs off at the servant that dare interfere in her work. The poor fools probably thought of her as a monster rather than as a princess. Bulma always hated when someone interrupted her lab work or her reading when she was at her library, which had quite grown since she was ten.

"I believe that you have sent for our guests not just today, father." She spoke with respect, yet her eyes said different. They were sparking with fury. Fury the King couldn't understand.

"Yes, my dear, we have alarmed the kingdom and our allies that we are in need for some tacticians." Her mother said, making the girl's head snap at her direction, revealing her creased delicate eye brow.

"Tacticians?" She repeated, trying not to imagine who they could've sent if their Lord had his finger in this.

"Yes. The rebellions have grown quite vicious nowadays. What could've made all those people so violent is an enigma to me. All that I am aware of is that we need more people to set these riots down." The princess sighed in defeat.

"And finally someone answered our call for help." The blond woman said, smiling sweetly at her child. "Lord Frieza himself is paying a visit to us." Bulma's heart froze. If Frieza was coming... Did that mean.......

The doors burst open and both King and Queen jolted from their thrones, acknowledge the presence of their High Lord. A cold chuckle reverberated in the room as the lavender haired girl spun on her heel when her fears were confirmed.

"Briefs, my dear king!" The feminine voice of the Lizard resounded as the man in question bowed his head. "Long time, no see." The sickening manner in which that idiot talked to her father almost made her vomit. But her attention was no aimed at him. It had been drawn by the handsome figure by his side.

A man, taller than Frieza more than a foot more, had his arms crossed over his well sculpted chest. He had a muscular mass that any body builder could envy but in the same time he wasn't one of those who are only a bag of muscles. He had a handsome face and a sharp jaw line. His eyes were piercing onyx ones and were currently roaming over the whole place, scanning as if someone was to attack him right then and there. His hair was in a flame like style and matching the color of his eyes. There was no doubt, it was him.

"I can see that you have indeed brought your best warrior along." King Briefs smiled meekly at the young man in his front, whose eyes shot at him when referred to.

"Yes, indeed." Frieza threw a glance at his puppet when both their eyes jolted to the princess, who had now stepped to her father's side.

The youth's dead eyes shifted. Had he not been so sure he was awake, he would've thought that it was an angel. Like the ones you have in your dreams. The creature had a god-like body. He recognized those deep cerulean eyes once he saw them. It was his charge, the girl he had to take care of on his master's mother ship eight years ago. Yet, she wasn't the scrawny brat she used to be. The princess had turned quite into a woman already. The top of her dress was filled by the delicate forms of her breasts, her body had created womanly curves and her lips were full in a beautiful natural pink color. The marine locks he remembered were now replaced by gorgeous lavender tresses. Her whole aura was cherubic, making his heart almost skip a beat.

"Father," the girl leant on her king's shoulder in a rash whisper, "I do understand why Lord Frieza is here," She wanted to vomit because of those two words, "but why does he have to be here?!" Her father gave her a confused look.

"We have called for a tactician, dear, not for Lord Frieza." Bulma felt her heart shatter. No. It couldn't be. It had to be a lie. The lizard smacked the man by his side's back and he didn't do as much as even flinch.

"Well, here he is, Briefs. My best warrior." The homo tyrant gave a sly grin to the angelic creature in front of him, which threw him a distressed glance. "Take good care of my boy, Briefs. For if one hair falls off from his pretty head, you will pay dearly for it." The king's face paled visibly. Vegeta didn't bother to remove his soul scaring eyes from the Princess' petite form.

"I'm just joking!" Frieza burst in laughter and both King and Queen relaxed, neither feeling the tense rising between the heated glances the Prince and the Princess were exchanging.

"I'll be off now, king. Take indeed care of the boy and don't let him crawl on your nerves." Frieza made Vegeta glare at him as the lizard turned on his heel to the door. "My servants are waiting for me now, so... Toddles." He chuckled and the slamming of the doors announced his dismissal. The sapphire eyes of the ruler shifted to Vegeta's frowning form.

"Well, my boy, I suppose we should find you a comfortable chamber to spend your time when not asked in battle." The ebony head tilted downward in a nod as the king lead his new commander to his future room. Bulma huffed and marched for her library. She needed to read something to calm her nerves.

If she only knew that the room of the nightmare from her past was right next to hers, she'd have probably stayed in her sacred place for a week or so.

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Well, it could've been better, but I think it's just enough for a introducing chapter of their present roles. So, whaddya think?! :) Please review to tell me and ideas are always welcomed! Even though I have most of this planned out, but I'd love to use your ideas too. Of course, I will give you your credits for it. By the way, Joelie the Messenger of Death, I'm thinking of adding your idea! I even know where!! When we get near to that point, I'll tell ya.

I'm sorry for any mistakes that might be encountered in the chapter, but my Word is really being a total bitch to me and I don't really use it.

Okay, love ya lots. Gotta love the Yahoo for the spell check as well, lol. Thanks for your support and attention! -Yours sincerely, Hope-Chan