Bulma woke up surrounded by high ivory walls decorated with plaited royal blue colors. She couldnt remember the last time she'd slept in an actual bed with a mattress on it. She sat down confused. Was this some sort of dream? Where was she?
Well, if she wasnt mistaken, this looked like one of the royal rooms. Yes, indeed. She knew it had to be. She'd cleaned enough of them every day. But why was she lying here so comfortably? What had happened? She gasped as she remembered being in the garden and completely terrified at the sound of someone approaching.
I need to get out of here. Fast. She thought anxiously.
"There you are. I see you're feeling much better," the queen said as she entered the room. Bulma's eyes widened. Was she in trouble?
She said nothing and flipped the covers over to get out.
"Now, what are you doing child? What, are you leaving?" the queen asked amused.
"I'm sorry I watered your flowers and entered the garden without your permission. I just didnt want them to dry up," Bulma said, somehow trying to sound apologetic.
"Well, of course. I know your intentions were good. But not your health. I know you're a servant, but not even a servant should be starved the way are. And I am very grateful for you looking out for my garden. I must say tehse last few days I've forgotten about it. Thank goodness you came around," The queen said, moving Bulma back into the bed and gently tucking her in.
"Are you not angry?" Bulma asked narrowing her eyes.
The queen laughed, "Why would I? I'm the queen not the evil witch."
Bulma smiled.
"Well, I ordered them to bring you some food to eat. You look starved." The queen said as two maidsn entered with a cart with food.
Bulma's eyes widened and she nodded viciously. The queen almost backed down when Bulma got her hands on the food and started devouring it like some kind of beast.
"Hmm...you're a good kid and you're obviously not doing so good," the queen said as Bulma filled herself to the fullest, "now I know you're a servant, and as nice as I am, I'm not exactly the nicest person ever...but, I think I'll let you stick around here. As my personal servant. What do you say?"
"It's better than where I was." Bulma said before burping. The queen grimaced.
"Very well then. Sleep for the rest of the day," the queen said.
"Alright," Bulma said, "and your majesty?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for being kind. You almost remind me of my mother," she whispered as she fell asleep once more. The queen smiled.
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6 Years Later...
"Come on, Kakarot, I dont have all day!" Vegeta yelled at his training partner.
"Alright, Vegeta, I'm just trying to find...those red apples," Kakarot said, searching all over the market place.
The prince groaned, "Come on, Kakarot. Could you stop being an over-excessive eater and concentrate on whats important?"
"Ah, here they are..could you calm down a bit, Vegeta? We have a lot of time left," Kakarot said as he bit down.
"Well, we dont have much time today. My father has arranged a godamn meeting for my betrothal," Vegeta said frowning.
"Really? To who?"
"Who do you think? The damn Duke of Laekon; his daughter," Vegeta said angrily.
"Isa?!" Kakarot asked surprised.
"Yes, you know her?" Vegeta asked raising his eyebrows.
"Of course I do," Kakarot said. He was about to say something but quickly stopped himself, "she's real nice, Vegeta. I mean, she's definitely not your type, I can tell you that much, but if I was being forced to marry someone, I wouldnt mind her. She's beautiful and she's very kind."
Vegeta snorted, "Like I care if she's kind or nice or whatever. Tell me she's mute and I'll be a satisfied man," Vegeta said with a smirk.
Kakarot laughed, "Ah yes, that's a man's only dream, to have a girl who doesnt talk as much as Naomi."
"I swear, I was going to kill her one day. Had my father not broken off that engagement and made me sit through one more dinner with her, I would have asked you to blast me off, Kakarot."
"Plus, she was a slut," Kakarot added, throwing away the finished apple.
"A talkative whore. The worst combination in a woman." Vegeta said rolling his eyes.
"Hey Vegeta? Have you missed it here in Vegetasei? I mean, you've been gone for two years." Kakarot said as they entered the palace.
"Yeah, well it's better than being in a fucking spaceship," Vegeta said as he opened a gate, "but my father had to ruin my triumphant return. I havent been here three days yet and he's already engaging me and threatening me."
Kakarot nodded, "Hey, you're not planning to spar here in your mother's garden!" he said suddenly alarmed.
"Bah, my mother ha sprobably forgotten all about this garden, bet you it's all dried up. Come on, you idiot!"
But they gasped as they entered and took in the sight. There must have been over a hundred different kinds of flowers; different colors and scents. It all looked fresh and beautiful. It was something completely rare to find in a planet such as Vegetasei.
Vegeta grunted, crossing his arms over his chest, "Well, Ill be fucked. We're go to the plain space over there and try not to...destory anything."
"Vegeta, why cant we just go inside to the Sparring Hall?" Kakarot asked.
"Because I happen to think thAt sparring is good surrounded by nature. Besides, it's scorching hot inside."
"Ok, but if something bad happens and your mother gets furious, you'll take the blame," Kakarot said.
"Yeah, sure," Vegeta said waving him off, and throwing a kick his way.
They had been warming up for about five minutes when someone entered the garden.
"Oh shit, it's your mother. Vegeta, let's get out of here and go som,ewhere else. She's gonna be pissed," Kakarot whispered.
"Shut up, that's not my mother, Kakarot," Vegeta hissed.
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Why, how dare they!? Whoever they were, they had no right to start their savage sparring and destroy what she had been working on for so long! Bulma thought furiously as she entered and noticed the tow fighters.
She walked towards them, whi had obviousl,y decided to ignore her presence- obviosuly taking her for just another maid or servant- and continued their sparring session.
She cleared her throat, "Excuse me gentlemen, but would you mind doing this somewhere else? You can really ruin the garden and should that happen, I would be very upset."
Both guys stopped and looked at her. A maid. A beautiful one, though. Aquamarine hair, deep ocean eyes, and narrowed, furious eyebrows. Where had Vegeta seen her before?
He crossed his arms over his chest and stood over her, defyingly, "I am the Prince and this is my palace, servant girl. It would be in your best interests to get a move on and beat it."
"Oh, very well then," Bulma said, looking into the deep ebony eyes of the prince she had met sometime before when she was much younger. My, he had changed, as had she. But he had grown into one hell of a good-looking man. "I'll just have to advice the queen that her son is planning to destroy her beautiful and beloved garden. Now, I dont know much about the queen, but I have been around when she is furious, and believe me, my Prince, even the king himself submits to her wrath." She said vehemently.
The prince seemed to ponder for a minute, wanting to ignore her but knowing that what she said was, indeed, true.
"Let's go, Kakarot, before my mother tortures us with her rants," Vegeta called to Kakarot angrily. "Who the hell are you, servant?"
"Why is that important?" Bulma asked lifting her head up defyingly.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He did not like her arrogance and disrespectful attitude, "You should know your place, servant, if you value your life. And it's impritant because I asked you."
Bulma rolled her eyes. She'd heard about the prince's reputation about being ill-tempered, "Celeste. Will you me be now?"
Vegeta glared at her for what felt like an eternity and then stormed out.
"Sorry about that. The prince is...very rude, sometimes," Kakarot said apologetically.
Bulma smiled. Wow, here was one strange polite Sayajin, " It's alright. Thank you for being mroe kind."
Kakarot grinned, "Sure,no problem. How could I be rude to such a pretty girl?"
Bulma was taken aback. Was he flirting. The clueless look on his face told her he had no idea what his comment meant, or could mean. He was just being honest. "Why, thank you. But you should leave now. You shouldnt be seen talking to a servant like me."
"I dont mind. I talk to everybody..." he kept on rambling. Yes, I can tell, Bulma thought raising her eyebrows.
"Well, I have to go," Kakarot said.
"Ok, good-bye!" Bulma said.
"Nice meeting ya!" Kakarot waved as he ran to catch up with Vegeta.