My little princess
Summary: she was his little princess, always and forever. And he was the prince who held her heart…
Disclaimer: yea, y'all know dbz isn't mine lol
A/n: hey guys! Beautiful crimson here! I've decided to do a double shot. Kind of like a one shot 'cept there's two parts? I have noticed that I like the whole…royal idea, so if you're a common reader of mine and you're getting sick of it…well…I'm sorry, I guess its just my submissive, over romanticized, soap opera day dreaming coming through to my writing ;; But anyways, foreword and onward!
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"A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot."
He was known as a womanizing brute, a narcissistic jerk, a pampered palace brat.
He was known as a brave combatant, a passionate fighter, and an accomplished scholar.
He was known for his stern looks, disciplined behavior, and strict mannerisms.
But this all had changed for prince trunks however. Soon his hard ways softened; not many could tell this from a first glance, but if you watch him; watch the way he smiles unbeknownst to himself as she picks wild flowers in the meadow and weaves little floral crowns out of them.
Watch the way his eyes will wonder from an important conversation with planet officials when he notices her running past, chasing the other courtier children, the way his features take on a cheerful red shade when she asks him to watch her baby doll while she gets its blanket ready for its nap, the two became inseparable…
Pan had arrived at the very tender age of three, sent by her elite-classed parents to be brought up under the grand court of king vegeta and queen bulma. She was as precious as could be with her jet black hair always plaited or put into a pony tale, her tiny little dresses that always seemed to get dirty so quickly, Her emotional brown eyes, so wide and innocent to the sins of the court, her olive skin always slightly rosy with joy, and the overall uniqueness she harbored with in her soul. These were some of the features that had drawn in the precarious, cold hearted, thirteen year old prince, ultimately opeing the doors to his heart.
Not long after the young child's arrival, you could see the prince holding her hand, walking relatively slow as she toddled by his side along the shores of the river; or his usually indifferent form carrying the little girl gently throughout the corridors of the palace as she made child like observations. She could be seen sleeping on the prince's lap after dinner when the festivities of nightly balls commenced and he would watch, refusing damsels often as he cradled the sleeping bundle in his arms. She would frequently sit on the side lines as the warrior prince trained under his father, or on occasion you would catch them during their own training sessions whether it be flying lessons, intermediate martial arts or the art of ki.
Of course prince trunks had a sister around the same age and loved her very much, but princess bra was brought up by the hands of the court and was already a typical, well classed courtier, selfish and spoiled, constantly reminding people who she was. Pan was different though, she was so pure and sweet, and this is why trunks felt it was his job to protect her from any sort of impurity to grace her path.
When approached about his sudden softening exterior, he would simply put on his scowling poker face, that was so much of his fathers, and claim it was because she was far too young to be so alone in the world.
Months had passed by very quickly; it had seemed, in the happy court of the royal family. Pan had grown quite a bit in these past three years and was not too often seen wondering too far from the now sixteen year old prince's ever caring side. He had become very much the brother figure in the six year olds life and they cherished each other deeply. They needed each other I a way no one else could give them; him, to be able to bring down the constant defenses of his heart; her to simply be loved when she had no one.
Pan had soon been given a room in the prince's wing, right next door to his own. She would often have nightmares and trunks would be the only one to ease her fears, so the queen thought this a nice alternative to the little girl wandering the halls of the very large castle in the middle of the night.
On nights such as those, she would crawl out of her queen sized bed, exit the lavishly decored room, creep through the large oak doors, and timidly walk the couple of steps to the prince's bedchambers, she would peak through his entry and slip in, closing the door soundly behind her. In seconds of standing by his larger than king sized bed, she would be at his side, wrapped securely in his arms as he stoked her soft raven hair.
The days of women occupying his bed became a distant memory of a life he no longer possessed. For now, the only female body that slept between his covers was the small one that he would pick up into his arms and comfort in hopes of ridding the memories of her childhood nightmares.
"Trunksie?"
He chuckled, "what is it panny?" he asked as his fingers swept through her silky tresses. He loved her hair, the soft texture; the smells of spring and hints of lavender, the multi-tonal colors of browns, honey, and black lost in the curtains of its length.
She looked into his deep sapphire eyes and smiled, "do you think I'll be pretty when I grow up?"
He smiled that one smile only she could put onto his gracious face, "there's not a doubt in my mind sweetie."
He looked down to her small arm his hand had been resting on and stared at the tribal band styled tattoo that all elites and royalty received on their right bicep. Hers was one strand of barbed wire that wrapped around the front of her upper arm and in the center was the insignia of her elite warrior bloodline. As time went on things would be added, more bands would be looped around her forearm as she developed more and more skill and climbed the latter of elites, and once she had a mate, his symbol would also be added, designating their union.
"I can't wait till my tattoo gets more stuff" she added as she noticed him gazing upon the permanent markings of her family heritage, "I like yours," she rubbed her tiny fingers over the prince' tribal band.
It had several strands of intertwining barbed wire indicating that he had achieved top elite warrior skills. Woven in throughout the strands of sharp metal was a green, leafy vine signifying his authority in the saiyin-jin army as a top commander, next to his father who had two vines among his fencing, and in the center of his muscular arm sat the symbol of the saiyin-jins with a crown hovering over the symbol of the mighty race as indication that he was part of the royal family.
"You have plenty of time for that, for right now you just stay as my little princess," he stated softly, kissing her forehead endearingly.
"Trunks, am I always gonna be your little princess, even if I'm not a real princess?" she asked innocently.
"You'll always be my little princess and no one could take that away." He assured her, flashing a tender smirk.
"Do you think I'll get married one day?"
"To a wonderful man I'm sure." He couldn't begin to think of his little girl with another man.
"But…" a distraught look brushed onto her face.
"What is it baby?"
"I want to marry you one day, not anybody else." She stated as if it were common knowledge.
He couldn't help but to hug her tiny form closer as his face lit up, he thought it so adorable, "like I said panny, you have many years to come before you need to worry about stuff like that, for now you just stay as my sweet little girl, the princess of my heart." He concluded, pecking the top of her raven head.
But soon sleep overcame them, and they cherished the few hours of which they lye together, trunks holding tight to his little princess and pan sleeping soundly once again in the loving embrace of the prince who held her heart…
End
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Well that's the end of chapter one! What do you think? Is it ok? Is it cute? I think I did better on my editing! Anyways, I must make chapter two: the sequel (these are two one shots that I put into the same story as chapters lol)