Cinderella DBZ
Chapter Five
Eight Months later…It was a dark and stormy day on the Planet Vegeta. Very unusual weather for Bulma's home world, usually the heat was unbearable but for the past couple of days it had been dark and grey, thunderclouds looming in the far distance; the occasional rumble of thunder making everybody anxious. The wind had picked up and was easily shifting wooden huts across the land, it was almost small tornado conditions; dust was being kicked up blinding whoever got caught in the storms.
It seemed to match the young Prince's mood, it had been eight months ago that he was forced to meet who his father wished to be the future queen of the Planet. Degrading wasn't the term Vegeta could even think of, he had only just returned back to the Planet after going and meeting up with his friend Radditz and doing some Planet purging, he was in two minds to even bother returning at all.
At the precise moment he was lying on his mattress staring at the wooden ceiling of his bedroom, He hadn't spoken to his father in person for over six months and he couldn't care if he ever spoke to him again, he had been made the laughing stock by Freeza's men; all of which found it amusing that Vegeta was being made to endure a marriage ceremony with a very unlikely candidate; in the Prince's terms she was more annoying and scary than his stalker Serena or whatever her name might be.
Just a couple of days ago she had been hiding in his bathroom, dressed in what looked to be whore's clothing, he had just gotten back from his regular training regime in the wilderness on some random planet; and she had somehow found her way onto Freeza's mothership and into his dormitory. How she knew of his whereabouts he would never know but very quickly she was deported back onto the planet Vegeta by one of Freeza's predecessors.
She obviously wasn't even worth being made into a sex slave!
His sensitive Sayan hearing picked up the footsteps of the cleaners as they swept along the hall outside his room, he heard laughing and singing; angrily he manoeuvred off the bed and went to find the source of the noise, after all a guard should have been supervising the servants at all times. He was in a terrible mood, and the best way to cure it was to take it out on the peasants.
"WHAT THE…." Vegeta shouted out before he realised who the culprit of the noise actually was;
Bulma swept the remaining ashes from the fireplace, into the back garden. Dusting herself down she prepared to endure another round of abuse from her aunt. She was waiting to hear about her latest disappearance, that morning she had been to see Goku on her way to the store again but had gotten caught by Shirk who seemed to be spying on her; unbeknownst to her aunt she had been to see her best friend most weeks she usually fitted it in nicely with when her aunt was working nights training the concubines.
She entered through the back door of the house and wondered to herself where everybody was; a few minutes before everything had been normal Cleo was in the kitchen eating, her aunt was standing with Shirk and Serena was talking through her scouter to some other girl about a guy.
She cocked her ears to one side and listened carefully for any signs of her foster family, if no one was about she was going to seize the opportunity and go out of the house. Alas she heard her aunt's voice from down the hall; they must have called a family meeting.
This was another of her aunt's favourite things, family meetings. Everybody was invited; it seemed the whole neighbourhood, everybody except Bulma that was not that she wanted to go anyway.
Curiosity however got the better of her; as she entered the golden drawing room and deliberately began to tidy it out.
Sighing she trod on a chocolate éclair that somebody had dropped on the floor, angrily she cursed under her breath; after all it wasn't her chocolate cake and their was no way she was going to clean the entire carpet that day. With a swift move of her foot she smeared the cake into a corner behind the door and rubbed the cream further into the pale white carpet.
After finishing hiding the evidence from no doubt fat Cleo's mess; she braced herself and began to push the furniture aside.
The door to the next room was deliberately left half open; Bulma would usually have slammed the door, but something told her to listen to the crap that they were about to talk about; maybe it was her mother or father hinting to her.
Shirk was sitting at the head of the oak table holding a large sheet of thick creamy paper and studying it with a deep frown. Her aunt in one of her usual elaborate and tightly laced gowns was standing behind him, gazing at the paper with the besotted expression most women reserve for very small babies or in her aunts case her parents will. Her cousins sat on either side of the table, both extremely fidgety and tense.
"Imagine!" cooed her aunt. "Your first ball, darlings! You shall have the finest gowns and the best makeovers in the entire kingdom!"
"Mama, must we wear corsets?" Cleo asked uncomfortably. She was wearing one of her usual baggy dresses, and it was obvious that underneath it there was nothing more than a mass of fat.
"Darling, sweetie, you must, I'm afraid. If you really want the Prince to fall in love with you, then you must be beautiful, and there is nothing a lady can do to make herself beautiful than wear a really tight corset under her gown."
"Really mother, with a figure as good as mine, I won't need one." Serena said indicating to her skinny body. Bulma's aunt just raised an eye at her eldest daughter and didn't reply.
"It's very gratifying to have this invite from the King," Shirk interrupted in an unusual posh tone. Bulma knew at this time their must have been another guest. Shirk never spoke politely or with manners, the only language he usually knew was swearing and growling.
Bulma agilely moved her head back from the door with super speeds just as Cleo lifted her head to grab another piece of cake, it was only a few seconds and the blue haired girl moved back to her position behind the door; she could only see half of the dining room from the drawing room, and the guest was obviously behind the frame of the door blocking her view.
There was a moment's deadly silence as a gloved hand held another envelope out to her aunt, who snatched it greedily like a small child with sweets. In a few seconds she savaged open the golden envelope and peered inside.
"There are only two invites." Her aunt said gravely when she realised her mistake.
"TWO!" Cleo and Serena said in unison.
Bulma leaned forward further around the door to see who the mysterious gloved person was; but just as she did this she couldn't help herself as the room began to dim and grow dark. She fainted suddenly and could do nothing as she fell straight into the dining room.
Vegeta stormed into his father's throne room half dragging the culprit with him, he was furious as it was and then he had been disturbed by his mentor spying on him. It hadn't been cleaners doing the singing and shouting at all just a drunken Nappa.
"AH my son, you materialise at last." King Vegeta said sarcastically as he picked up a spare goblet and handed it to his son indicating for him to sit on the throne next to his.
"I don't want your drink thanks father I want you to publicly execute Nappa." Vegeta said glaring at the big huge bald Sayan who was now hiccupping in a weird way he was clearly very intoxicated.
"No. Not granted. Next question." King Vegeta smiled, as his son began to grow more annoyed.
"If you don't I will." The stubborn prince said as he formed a ball of ki in his left hand.
The guards standing in a line on either side of the red carpet looked to each other nervously. In the past few months it had been quiet and peaceful without the princes temper tantrums now he was back and they'd almost forgotten how loud and scary he could be.
"You will do no such thing, Nappa is an excellent mentor and a good friend of mine, leave him. NOW SIT." Ordered the King as he pointed to throne and commanded his son to sit.
Vegeta for once in his life obeyed, after all he had lots to argue with his father about and he may as well do it sitting down, the guards all released a sigh of relief as he evaporated the power ball and sat down.
"So tell me son, where have you been?" his father said curiously, he seemed to be taking it to calmly that Vegeta had disappeared for over half a year, then returned out of the blue.
"It's none of your business." Stated the prince simply folding his arms and glaring through one of the stained glass windows on his side.
Both the father and son looked very much alike, they both had the same spiky cone hairstyle and the same facial features the only difference being Vegeta had darker eyes and no facial hair. Also his father was much taller than him, but he was already more powerful than the King.
"Fine, I can understand your anger." The king said as he took a sip from his glass of red wine.
Vegeta just continued to ignore his father, a group of very pretty girls were in the palace gardens and they were wearing very tiny bikini type clothes doing some photo shoot. One in particular kept looking his way and smiling the others hadn't noticed the prince.
The sun was now back out and shining brightly through the windows of the castle, the storm had blown itself out and left small lakes of water and due on the grass and flowers making the photo shoot look even more sexy and exotic. The girl with long straight blonde hair was now sitting on the shoulders of a muscular guy, Vegeta growled in annoyance he was really tempted to go out and do some posing for the camera himself; Most magazines and papers literally fought to publicise the bad boy prince, it seemed everybody wanted to read about his antics.
A cough awoke him from his daze,
"Vegeta son are you listening to me?" asked his father as he watched his son looking out of the window.
"I'm not your son." Vegeta sighed and got up from the throne chair, with that he walked out of the back door of the throne room leading out into the palace gardens.
Disclaimer: I hope you liked the new chapter! Sorry it has taken me a little longer than planned I've been having some technical problems! FF seemed to have gone down this week and wouldn't let me upload anything sorry! Poor Vegeta!? So what was it like planet purging for all those months? What was his future ahem wife like? What's wrong with poor Bulma? She's just fainted in the dining room (oh oh big trouble)
I will try and update as soon as possible I promise!
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