Cinderella DBZ
Chapter seven
A/NSOME MILD SEXUAL SCENES IN THIS CHAPTER
"So… There are two tickets… to be fair I am the youngest and I do have the best chance of nabbing the prince." Serena declared anxiously as she stared at the two golden tickets on the dining table. They looked so beautiful and lonely on the dark wood, her hopes and dreams all came in that one piece of golden paper. Fighting the urge to snatch the tickets up and hide them, she folded her arms across her tiny chest.
"Hey! That's not fair! I want to go too, I'm sure it will be such a nice experience and I want to have my first date!" Cleo shouted across, she wasn't going to let her little sister get her own way this time, it was her turn to be the sister to look beautiful and have the attention, she was even planning on slimming down for the ball. – Not to impress the prince, she knew he was out of her league; but she had her eyes on the gorgeous massager her aunt hired each week, she was positive he would be happy to accompany her; If all else failed with the ticket she could always steal herself a gorgeous elite to accompany her.
"Girls, girls… don't fight, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement later, no need for all the fuss! We still have a special guest… remember…" her evil aunt growled, as she snatched the golden envelopes up off the dining table and slipped them into her tight skimpy green gown.
The Royal herald looked on in amusement as the tarty aunt pocketed the important documents; he had heard that people would fight to the death for invites to Royal parties but never before had he believed it until now. The part he found most amusing was sitting in his pocket was a spare invite, but the tall muscular messenger was having more fun watching the two girls squabble over the remaining provocation. Patting his side pocket he smirked as the longhaired skinny girl began to cry like a little child; she looked familiar to him but he couldn't work out where he'd seen her. The mother of the two was standing over her youngest consoling her.
"So how did mother get the tickets in the first place?" Cleo said overly loud to the herald to block out her sisters crying.
Biting his lip, he rummaged through the white shoulder bag with the other documents inside, then he pulled out a golden scroll; unravelling it he scrolled down the long list until he found the name.
"Yes… oh yes I remember now, would you like me to read it out for you?" offered the man politely, Cleo nodded her head in acceptance. Her mother was still tending to Serena's weeping.
"Training some whores to excellent standards for some Elite soldiers, the king was most pleased with her services and as gratitude from him and his most loyal subjects have enclosed two invites to the annual palace ball in which both can bring one guest each."
Cleo blushed in realisation, she should have known it would be to do with her mothers occupation, the messenger seemed unfazed and began rolling the scroll back up.
"Um… thanks," she mumbled, mentally slapping herself for being so stupid.
"Excuse me dear ladies. I'm so sorry to interrupt but I have to depart now, I need to deliver the rest of the invites to the kingdom, if you could kindly excuse me…" The herald said loudly as he slung the bag over his left shoulder and made his way over to the door.
Her aunt abandoned Serena and rushed over to the tall dark haired man before he could escape, he was donning the royal blue messenger outfit and even had on the puffy round hat with the huge white feather.
Her tiny green velvet dress was so small it looked like some slutty lingerie; her breasts were almost falling out of the top as she ran over to the elite man.
"I'm so sorry, its not usually like this here, usually so quiet and peaceful!" she blushed, as she deliberately bent down to reveal her large cleavage, this time it was the heralds turn to blush; the scroll wasn't kidding when it said she was a prostitute trainer.
"Its fine… honestly, I wish you a very nice day… now really I must be going, the king is expecting me back to the castle soon."
"Oh I'm sure he can spare you for an extra hour or two… actually would there be any chance you could perhaps get one more invitation? I promise I'll make it worth your while…" she whispered in a seductive tone leaning in even closer, in truth the messenger thought she was ugly, but he wasn't about to say anything that could danger his job… or his life.
Her legs were a pure white, although they looked smooth he couldn't help but notice some tiny stands of hair poking through, she was extremely skinny, almost un-natural unless she had a dietary problem which was unusual for Sayans; and her hair looked as unusual as a glacier in a desert. Her youngest daughter looked much sexier than her, but that was the herald's opinion, cursing to himself he tried to mentally work out where he had seen the girl.
'She must attract some people to have got to be such a high class escort.' Thought the messenger surprised, then thinking about some of the Elite soldiers, I.E the big bald buffoon Nappa who was in charge of the entire army; he could build up a picture of how she could be so highly thought of.
"No I'm sorry my lady… I really must be going, all of the invites have to be given to the guests in person before night comes, Um maybe some other time. I don't think you will be issued anymore this year; we have a strict number of invites unless overridden by the King."
"Well. I trust you will try your hardest…" with that she leaned over to the messenger until her skin was touching his and grabbed his buttocks tightly.
"Mother! Must you!" shouted a teary Serena as came to the doorway and glared coldly over to her mother, quickly she walked back into the house.
"Well ensure that you pass on to the King that we accept the request, and that he is extremely hospitable and gracious, now you be on your way, we don't want you getting in trouble… and make sure you pop round again some time." Smiled Bulma's evil aunt as she gave a quick kiss on the back of the poor boys head.
He took this as his chance to escape and hovered into the air, and out of the back door he was in such a hurry he didn't notice the commotion going on below him… His feathered hat almost fell off his head at the great speed he travelled at, as he jetted off into the cloudy sky out of sight and earshot.
"You cant do this… please Shirk… I'm a… a…."
"You're a what princess? What are you… a dirty little slut? A filthy deceitful spy? Tell me what are you." Growled Shirk pressing yet more wait down onto Bulma's fragile body.
"A…. Virgin." Bulma let out in between sobs, she didn't think it would help her situation, she'd be raped no matter what; all she hoped telling him would do, was that he'd make it less painful for her.
Shirk's eyes gleamed with lust, if there was one kind of blood he cherished it was that of a virgin. It tasted so much stronger and sweeter than any other, and on Vegetasei it was becoming a rare thing, in his whole life he had only had four virgin girls three of those he'd raped whilst in space planet purging.
"A virgin you say? Well in that case, I'll make it extra special for you…" with a growl he pushed his hands down into her underwear leaving Bulma feeling weak and alone, she could so nothing as she felt his hands wondering and searching, wanting it to be over quick she closed her eyes, until she fainted again darkness once again claiming her.
"Its my ticket Cleo. I was born into the role to be a princess, I'm surprised the prince hadn't sent them to me, he is after all very fond of Serena, the sexiest Sayan there ever was." Serena said indicating to her petite figure, to say her mother was dressed like a tart made Serena look even worse, she was wearing a tiny yellow triangle bikini top and a miniature yellow skirt, which showed most of her underwear. Her silky brown hair was straightened down to her waist and curled at the ends; Today she was going for the natural approach and had ditched the lipstick and makeup.
"Don't flatter yourself princess Serena. He plays about with any girls that look easy, he's known as the playboy prince for a reason you know… don't you ever read the papers? I am much more of an intellectual being then yourself, now, I'm going to find a nice Elite soldier and have a family, and live a prosperous quiet life. - And I'm the one going to the ball! Not you." Cleo said in one long sentence tauntingly, as she rolled an enormous orange across the table, it was the size of a large melon. It stopped as Serena slammed a fist down onto it squashing the juice onto the dark wood.
"How dare you call him that, he is your prince you should give him some respect. Give me a break you fat weener intellectual, pfft who needs that when you look gorgeous like me! I bet you're still a virgin darling, and as for you finding an elite soldier; yes; you'll need to find one first, the only ones I've met have been smelly, fat and ugly. - Oh wait, yes go. Go find an elite you'll be the cutest couple on this world I'm sure you'll match better than…. Than… water in a river. Just don't expect me to be going to your mating ceremony, I'll be busy with my prince."
"Shirk's going to kill you that was his orange he was saving, HAH! Give me a break Sez, the prince can't stand you; your nothing but a stalker to him sis, all those other girls he can have, now why would he pick you? I thought he was having an arranged marriage, all members of the Royal family have one, dating way back to the beginning of last century when we all came to Vegetasei formally known as planet Souful." Cleo smirked watching her sister's reaction. She just threw in the last bit to prove her intelligence; she seriously doubted her sister even knew about the history of the planet.
Suddenly their aunt came gushing back into the room with a grin plastered across her face, she looked to Serena who had turned a cherry shade of red and then over to Cleo who had a smirk to rival her own after the herald had knocked on the door.
Obviously her two beautiful daughters had been squabbling again, they were still the best two children she could have asked for in the world, nothing like the blue kid she had forced upon her after her sister foolishly went and got herself killed.
"HE IS NOT GETTING MARRIED!"
"He so is, if not he won't be entitled to the throne."
"HE IS MARRYING ME, ME, ME, ME, ME, ME."
"Nope, I read it was a 17 year old girl called Lylot, she looks so pretty," taunted Cleo to her sister who was getting angrier by the second.
"I am the most beautiful female on this entire planet! Infact I'd go as far to say this total galaxy. I haven't won all those model awards because I'm unattractive have I? I make that ugly wench look like a revolting hog; infact I don't care if I don't get mothers spare ticket; I will simply get one from the prince himself."
"Oh Serena my bumpkins, you are the most attractive female on this planet, well other than me of course. I'm so eye-catching the king has to have me gifted in his presence; I know you can bag his son anyday princess, - and you will do just that; you also have my cunningness to go with your wonderful looks! Now if anybody is worthy to enter the royalty line it's you; my youngest girl, you were born and bred to serve them and become an heiress to the throne. Now I shall be giving the ticket to Cleo, I'm in no doubt convinced you can get one from a handsome guard… that is if all else fails and the prince doesn't come to your rescue." Their mother crowed as she poured herself a glass of red wine and drank it quickly down, and then poured automatically herself out another.
She was proud of herself for coming to a decision that easily.
"So… like I get the ticket… is that what your saying?"
"No way! Its MY TICKET!"
"Serena don't shout darling, its not lady like."
"I'm not going to rape you until you wake up and can feel every part of me. Your going to remember me for the rest of your pathetic third class life." Growled Shirk as he pulled his hand away from her and picked up Bulma's lifeless body.
Looking back to the house he could hear shouting coming from the dining room, it sounded like a war was about to kick off; the leading voice being the spoilt little bitch Serena, it hurt his sensitive ears, knowing it wouldn't be long until somebody came storming outside; more than likely his new mate to have a fag; he decided to cast off away from the home so he wouldn't get disturbed.
Like clock work, Shirk was right; A few minutes later, Bulma's aunt stumbled out of the doors and fell onto the wooden patio in the back yard.
The large trees were moving with a new wind that was kicking off, some bad weather was certainly coming in. She however was too drunk to notice.
It hadn't taken the middle aged woman long to drink the entire bottle of red wine, it had been one of her dead sisters special vintage additions; very expensive and tremendously classy being over a century old and now it was gone… just like that.
"Where did I put that damned packet…" Growled Bulma's evil aunt as she rummaged through her tiny pockets in her gown trying in vain to find the cigarettes to fuel her addiction.
Giggling drunkenly with glee as she felt the little cardboard packaging, she fell back onto the wooden slabs; today was turning into a really nice day. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined getting invited to the most formal ball on the planet; it was what every person in Vegetasei wished for, she had dreamt about attending alongside the King ever since she was a really young girl.
Her younger sister Bunny had been the opposite to her; instead of wanting to fall in love with an elite or a royal she went off and mated with a nerdy scientist and had a child. Whilst her older sister was dreaming of going to the annual royal commemoration and deciding how she would wear her hair and which dress to don when the time came. Bunny was off exploring the planet and helping nurture injured animals back to health, there was such a different comparison with the two sisters. One happy and gentle, the other selfish, self-centred and unpleasant.
Bunny certainly had looks about her; she had beautiful blonde curly hair, which was very abnormal for a Sayan female, guards and high paid first class Sayans flocked to try and impress her, but instead she chose the shy boring scientist who practically lived in his laboratory. Although Bulma's aunt would not admit it when Bunny was alive she constantly lived in her shadow, all the time striving to look like her and impress the males. It was part of the reason why she chose to go into the escort profession, she had her fair share of men and she enjoyed every part of the job description, she worked hard at what she did and eventually became a trainer to younger female concubines.
The day she received the news about her sisters death she had felt unusually happy, at last she was the prettiest girl in the family, she was now the successful rich one plus she inherited all her sisters and brother-in-laws hard earned wealth. Unfortunately their was a slight clause she also had the duty to bring up their little blue haired brat, but even that had its favours she was soon made the family servant working her keep.
Grinning as she thought about what revolting job she was going to give Bulma after she finished her cigarette, she looked up into the sky hoping her dead sister was watching.
Bardock entered through the back entrance of the house, it had been so long since he had felt the familiar carpet texture beneath his feet and smelt the memorable scents of home. He froze when his sensitive ears picked up a faint muffling sound coming from the backyard… something wasn't right.
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