Last time:
"Princess," she whispered in Bulma's ear. Her eyes fluttered open wearily and by the time she realized there was a stranger in her room, it was too late. She'd been knocked unconscious with a quick blow to the back of the neck. "How naive you were to take a stranger as your master," she cooed at the unconscious figure in her arms, an evil smirk stretched across her features. "Master Vegeta did his job well."
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Eight years later:
Radiant golden sunlight peered in through the open window, invading the young Princess's sleep. Her deep blue eyes flickered open, and a low groan escaped her lips. She sat up abruptly, pulling her blankets off, and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her unusual aqua hair flowed the length of her back, a tangled mess from the night's sleep. She trudged across the wooden floor and out her bedroom, into the hall. Yawning deeply, she proceeded down the hall, though didn't make it very far before her maid noticed her. "Nyoko! Get back into your room this instant!" she scolded, pointing towards her room.
"Gomen, Aneko," the Princess huffed, stomping back to her room.
"You know better than to walk around the palace like that," Aneko sighed once behind closed doors. "You know very well what your parents would say."
"Gomen," she sighed, taking a seat at her corner vanity. "Its not like they're my real parents though." She looked up at her maid for sympathy.
"Bite your tongue! Just because they're not your birth parents does not mean the king and queen do not deserve your respect!" she snapped viciously. "And love," she finished in a whisper.
"Gomen," she said for the third time that morning, looking down at her hands. "Its just I feel like I don't belong here. Like there's some other place I should be. Do you know what I mean?" Aneko stiffened suddenly at her words.
"Umm…No child, I'm afraid I don't." She relaxed again, picking up a soft bristled brush to untangle the Princess's many knots. "Ok, how would you like your hair today?"
"Anything but black," she sneered, glaring at Aneko through the mirror.
"Oh, my dear. You know very well that you must wear your black wig at all times outside your chambers." "But why? No one ever tells me why. None of the other women in the palace have to wear them. I love my hair. Not this ratty old thing," she huffed, shoving the wig off the vanity table.
"You will understand, Nyoko," Aneko sighed solemnly, retrieving the fallen hair accessory. "You will…someday…" The Princess only gave her an odd look, then sighed inwardly, straightening her posture to tell her maid she was ready to be made up for the day. Her questions were never answered.
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"Nyoko," her "mother" as she walked into the garden, where she knew her daughter would be.
"Yes mother," the girl replayed rather viciously. The two of them rarely got along with one another, if at all, their encounters usually ending with the king's interference.
"Your father and I would like to have a word with you, immediately," the older woman with natural black hair said in a fake loving tone. She didn't question the fact that it was her mother retrieving her instead of a servant; with Aneko she hardly got answers, with the queen she NEVER did.
"Oh right away. Just let me finish what I'm doing," the Princess replied sarcastically, obviously having been doing nothing but sitting in the garden thinking. The queen only glared at her supposed daughter, then trudged away angrily, knowing she'd follow eventually. "Kami!" she snarled, slamming her fists on the stone bench she'd been sitting on, then stood and stomped towards the throne room where her "parents" would be waiting for her.
"Nyoko darling," the king greeted her with a warm smile, arms spread for an awaiting hug, that of which he never received. The Princess walked swiftly passed him and sat on her throne, an exact miniature of the queen's. its not that she didn't love her adopted father, on the contrary she loved him never much, but showing weakness in front of the queen was not something the Princess let herself do.
"Father," she hissed, sitting up as straight and lady like as she could, while still mocking her mother. "You would like to have a word with me?" Her tone was rough, though softened some.
"Yes dear," he sighed apprehensively, while Queen Akuma smiled happily. "You are, as you know, sixteen years of age…" He hesitated a moment, trying to find just the right words.
"Its time for you to be wooed, wed, and out of our hair," Akuma said, her smile even wider as before.
"Wife!" King Hiroshi snapped. "I was going to let her down gently!"
"Don't play innocent Hiroshi!" the queen retorted angrily. "This was your decision! Not mine!"
"You know very well that all girls of sixteen must be wed before their seventeenth year! I simply brought the matter to your attention!" "Wait! The matter? I'm not something that is to be bought or sold!" the Princess yelled, jumping from the throne.
"You are a woman! You are here to wed a wealthy man! His dowry goes to us! Our kingdom continues! When Tadao (The king and queen's birth son and the Prince) is of age he will bring a wealthy Princess into the bloodline! It will continue on like this forever! Nothing ever changes!" Queen Akuma howled, the vain in her forehead throbbing intensely. "You are nothing more than a business tool," she spat, snubbing her nose at the Princess.
"Why even have me here at all? What's the purpose in having a Princess that isn't your own daughter!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, ripping her wig off and throwing it as far as it would go. Everyone in the room gasped. The king, queen, and the Princess's maid were the only ones who knew she was adopted, though most suspected it, due to her blue eyes. None of the guards moved for fear of the queen.
"Get back here this instant!!" Akuma yelled, running, as best she could in her dress, after the Princess.
Just as she thought the coast was clear in all directions, the Prince came strolling down the hall, nearly jumping in surprise as he saw a strange, yet oddly familiar girl in front of him. "Who are you?" Tadao demanded fearlessly, though he took a considerable amount of steps backwards. He would have been informed had a princess from another kingdom been housing with them, therefore he assumed she was an enemy, of which his family had many.
"You call me Nyoko!" the blue haired girl spat, trudging up to him. "Though I highly doubt that's even my real name!" He eyed her a moment, then looked into her eyes.
"Nyoko? B-But," he stuttered, then stopped. He reached out, touching her hair lightly, then quickly snapped his arm to his chest.
"I am not your sister," the Princess continued. "King Hiroshi and Queen Akuma have been deceiving you all." Tadao was speechless. This girl, his "sister", who he'd known his entire life was now found to be a complete stranger (He's fourteen by the way). It was all too bizarre for him to comprehend. He could feel his head getting lighter by the second.
"How can this be?" he demanded once more, feeling his anger swell. How could his parents lie to him? Were they even his parents at all? Nyoko wasn't his sister. He could have very easily been adopted as well.
"You think I have the answer!" She was beginning to get more angry as well. What did this boy matter to her? He wasn't her brother. As far as she knew she had no family.
"Well how do you think this makes me feel! I've been lied to my whole life! I don't even know you anymore!" Her nose wrinkled immediately with rage. Who was he to tell her about feelings? She was the one who was adopted and forced to pretend to be someone she's not, a person that goes against ever thread of her being.
"How this makes you feel!" the Princess boomed, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him forward. "How do you think I feel! I have to parade around here all day with a fucking wig on! I have to pretend to be some Princess of some empire that I despise! I live with people who are strangers and who will always be strangers! I have no memory of my past and how I came to live in this hell hole! I'm alone in a group of a thousands people! I am no Princess, Tadao!" She pulled at his shirt tighter, lifting him slightly off the ground, clenching her teeth. "I don't feel like a Princess. I don't act like a Princess. I don't want to be a Princess. If it were up to me I'd be a poor farmer's daughter." With that, she dropped him on his back, then trudged in the opposite direction. Tadao shook his head to clear his thoughts and sort out exactly what had just happened. He stood, brushing himself off, then proceeded to the throne room, where he was sure his "sister" had come from.
He needed some answers and he needed them now.
"Father! Mother!" he yelled at the king and queen who were back in their thrones, arguing with one another. At the sound of their son's angry voice, they turned, both glaring at him. "I just ran into Nyoko in the hall!" Both their faces paled immediately. "Without her wig!"
"Tadao," his mother said sympathetically, descending the staircase of which the thrones were atop. "Darling." She took his hands in hers, pulling him forcefully to his throne. "There is much we must discuss."
"Discuss!" he shouted, snatching his hands away from her. "More like you two have some explaining to do! When was I to be informed that that…that imposter was not my blood sister!"
"Son," Hiroshi sighed, exhausted from so much yelling. "There were many reasons we had to keep her identity a secret."
"Like!?" His voice never lost any of its demand or anger. The queen jumped slightly in her throne at her son's violent display. He rarely ever yelled at her or his father, let alone raised his voice.
"If you calm yourself we will explain everything." He paused a moment, waiting for his son's breathing to slow to normal. "Alright…Eight years ago your sister Nyoko came down with an incurable disease…" He looked over to the queen who was padding her eyes with a handkerchief. "She…She passed away only days after becoming infected…" Tadao's eyes widened in horror, for he knew exactly what his father would say next. "We…We were heartbroken…but needed a Princess to pass on…That's when we adopted the new Nyoko…" His eyes too began to become misty. "You were too young to remember or even notice the difference in your sisters."
"What…Who…Who is she really?" he managed after a few moments. He couldn't believe his parents actions. How could they just replace their own daughter!? And with someone who's hair was not even the same color? How long did they think they could fool everyone!?
King Hiroshi bowed his head in shame. He didn't want Tadao to find out this way. "Her real name," he whispered, keeping his eyes on the floor, "is Bulma…Bulma Briefs…"
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---Chapter two!! Woohoo! I'm fast at revising :P Heehee. I hope you guys are liking this story, because I really have high hopes for it. Its just barely started and I know this chapter was short, but a whole lot happened, so I figured it was alright.
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"Princess," she whispered in Bulma's ear. Her eyes fluttered open wearily and by the time she realized there was a stranger in her room, it was too late. She'd been knocked unconscious with a quick blow to the back of the neck. "How naive you were to take a stranger as your master," she cooed at the unconscious figure in her arms, an evil smirk stretched across her features. "Master Vegeta did his job well."
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Eight years later:
Radiant golden sunlight peered in through the open window, invading the young Princess's sleep. Her deep blue eyes flickered open, and a low groan escaped her lips. She sat up abruptly, pulling her blankets off, and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her unusual aqua hair flowed the length of her back, a tangled mess from the night's sleep. She trudged across the wooden floor and out her bedroom, into the hall. Yawning deeply, she proceeded down the hall, though didn't make it very far before her maid noticed her. "Nyoko! Get back into your room this instant!" she scolded, pointing towards her room.
"Gomen, Aneko," the Princess huffed, stomping back to her room.
"You know better than to walk around the palace like that," Aneko sighed once behind closed doors. "You know very well what your parents would say."
"Gomen," she sighed, taking a seat at her corner vanity. "Its not like they're my real parents though." She looked up at her maid for sympathy.
"Bite your tongue! Just because they're not your birth parents does not mean the king and queen do not deserve your respect!" she snapped viciously. "And love," she finished in a whisper.
"Gomen," she said for the third time that morning, looking down at her hands. "Its just I feel like I don't belong here. Like there's some other place I should be. Do you know what I mean?" Aneko stiffened suddenly at her words.
"Umm…No child, I'm afraid I don't." She relaxed again, picking up a soft bristled brush to untangle the Princess's many knots. "Ok, how would you like your hair today?"
"Anything but black," she sneered, glaring at Aneko through the mirror.
"Oh, my dear. You know very well that you must wear your black wig at all times outside your chambers." "But why? No one ever tells me why. None of the other women in the palace have to wear them. I love my hair. Not this ratty old thing," she huffed, shoving the wig off the vanity table.
"You will understand, Nyoko," Aneko sighed solemnly, retrieving the fallen hair accessory. "You will…someday…" The Princess only gave her an odd look, then sighed inwardly, straightening her posture to tell her maid she was ready to be made up for the day. Her questions were never answered.
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"Nyoko," her "mother" as she walked into the garden, where she knew her daughter would be.
"Yes mother," the girl replayed rather viciously. The two of them rarely got along with one another, if at all, their encounters usually ending with the king's interference.
"Your father and I would like to have a word with you, immediately," the older woman with natural black hair said in a fake loving tone. She didn't question the fact that it was her mother retrieving her instead of a servant; with Aneko she hardly got answers, with the queen she NEVER did.
"Oh right away. Just let me finish what I'm doing," the Princess replied sarcastically, obviously having been doing nothing but sitting in the garden thinking. The queen only glared at her supposed daughter, then trudged away angrily, knowing she'd follow eventually. "Kami!" she snarled, slamming her fists on the stone bench she'd been sitting on, then stood and stomped towards the throne room where her "parents" would be waiting for her.
"Nyoko darling," the king greeted her with a warm smile, arms spread for an awaiting hug, that of which he never received. The Princess walked swiftly passed him and sat on her throne, an exact miniature of the queen's. its not that she didn't love her adopted father, on the contrary she loved him never much, but showing weakness in front of the queen was not something the Princess let herself do.
"Father," she hissed, sitting up as straight and lady like as she could, while still mocking her mother. "You would like to have a word with me?" Her tone was rough, though softened some.
"Yes dear," he sighed apprehensively, while Queen Akuma smiled happily. "You are, as you know, sixteen years of age…" He hesitated a moment, trying to find just the right words.
"Its time for you to be wooed, wed, and out of our hair," Akuma said, her smile even wider as before.
"Wife!" King Hiroshi snapped. "I was going to let her down gently!"
"Don't play innocent Hiroshi!" the queen retorted angrily. "This was your decision! Not mine!"
"You know very well that all girls of sixteen must be wed before their seventeenth year! I simply brought the matter to your attention!" "Wait! The matter? I'm not something that is to be bought or sold!" the Princess yelled, jumping from the throne.
"You are a woman! You are here to wed a wealthy man! His dowry goes to us! Our kingdom continues! When Tadao (The king and queen's birth son and the Prince) is of age he will bring a wealthy Princess into the bloodline! It will continue on like this forever! Nothing ever changes!" Queen Akuma howled, the vain in her forehead throbbing intensely. "You are nothing more than a business tool," she spat, snubbing her nose at the Princess.
"Why even have me here at all? What's the purpose in having a Princess that isn't your own daughter!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, ripping her wig off and throwing it as far as it would go. Everyone in the room gasped. The king, queen, and the Princess's maid were the only ones who knew she was adopted, though most suspected it, due to her blue eyes. None of the guards moved for fear of the queen.
"Get back here this instant!!" Akuma yelled, running, as best she could in her dress, after the Princess.
Just as she thought the coast was clear in all directions, the Prince came strolling down the hall, nearly jumping in surprise as he saw a strange, yet oddly familiar girl in front of him. "Who are you?" Tadao demanded fearlessly, though he took a considerable amount of steps backwards. He would have been informed had a princess from another kingdom been housing with them, therefore he assumed she was an enemy, of which his family had many.
"You call me Nyoko!" the blue haired girl spat, trudging up to him. "Though I highly doubt that's even my real name!" He eyed her a moment, then looked into her eyes.
"Nyoko? B-But," he stuttered, then stopped. He reached out, touching her hair lightly, then quickly snapped his arm to his chest.
"I am not your sister," the Princess continued. "King Hiroshi and Queen Akuma have been deceiving you all." Tadao was speechless. This girl, his "sister", who he'd known his entire life was now found to be a complete stranger (He's fourteen by the way). It was all too bizarre for him to comprehend. He could feel his head getting lighter by the second.
"How can this be?" he demanded once more, feeling his anger swell. How could his parents lie to him? Were they even his parents at all? Nyoko wasn't his sister. He could have very easily been adopted as well.
"You think I have the answer!" She was beginning to get more angry as well. What did this boy matter to her? He wasn't her brother. As far as she knew she had no family.
"Well how do you think this makes me feel! I've been lied to my whole life! I don't even know you anymore!" Her nose wrinkled immediately with rage. Who was he to tell her about feelings? She was the one who was adopted and forced to pretend to be someone she's not, a person that goes against ever thread of her being.
"How this makes you feel!" the Princess boomed, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him forward. "How do you think I feel! I have to parade around here all day with a fucking wig on! I have to pretend to be some Princess of some empire that I despise! I live with people who are strangers and who will always be strangers! I have no memory of my past and how I came to live in this hell hole! I'm alone in a group of a thousands people! I am no Princess, Tadao!" She pulled at his shirt tighter, lifting him slightly off the ground, clenching her teeth. "I don't feel like a Princess. I don't act like a Princess. I don't want to be a Princess. If it were up to me I'd be a poor farmer's daughter." With that, she dropped him on his back, then trudged in the opposite direction. Tadao shook his head to clear his thoughts and sort out exactly what had just happened. He stood, brushing himself off, then proceeded to the throne room, where he was sure his "sister" had come from.
He needed some answers and he needed them now.
"Father! Mother!" he yelled at the king and queen who were back in their thrones, arguing with one another. At the sound of their son's angry voice, they turned, both glaring at him. "I just ran into Nyoko in the hall!" Both their faces paled immediately. "Without her wig!"
"Tadao," his mother said sympathetically, descending the staircase of which the thrones were atop. "Darling." She took his hands in hers, pulling him forcefully to his throne. "There is much we must discuss."
"Discuss!" he shouted, snatching his hands away from her. "More like you two have some explaining to do! When was I to be informed that that…that imposter was not my blood sister!"
"Son," Hiroshi sighed, exhausted from so much yelling. "There were many reasons we had to keep her identity a secret."
"Like!?" His voice never lost any of its demand or anger. The queen jumped slightly in her throne at her son's violent display. He rarely ever yelled at her or his father, let alone raised his voice.
"If you calm yourself we will explain everything." He paused a moment, waiting for his son's breathing to slow to normal. "Alright…Eight years ago your sister Nyoko came down with an incurable disease…" He looked over to the queen who was padding her eyes with a handkerchief. "She…She passed away only days after becoming infected…" Tadao's eyes widened in horror, for he knew exactly what his father would say next. "We…We were heartbroken…but needed a Princess to pass on…That's when we adopted the new Nyoko…" His eyes too began to become misty. "You were too young to remember or even notice the difference in your sisters."
"What…Who…Who is she really?" he managed after a few moments. He couldn't believe his parents actions. How could they just replace their own daughter!? And with someone who's hair was not even the same color? How long did they think they could fool everyone!?
King Hiroshi bowed his head in shame. He didn't want Tadao to find out this way. "Her real name," he whispered, keeping his eyes on the floor, "is Bulma…Bulma Briefs…"
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---Chapter two!! Woohoo! I'm fast at revising :P Heehee. I hope you guys are liking this story, because I really have high hopes for it. Its just barely started and I know this chapter was short, but a whole lot happened, so I figured it was alright.
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Next time: Tadao agrees to keep his parent's secret a secret, though he treats "Nyoko" much differently. Will Bulma ever find out where she came from? Or even her real name? Maybe…