Cinderella DBZ

Chapter Twelve

Bulma settled into the ways of castle life very quickly, she learnt to rise from the bed when the other servants did and she even learnt the names of some of the 'nameless' guards.

The one, who had attracted her attention most, was named 'Bodecks' after his dead father who had died in vain to save his newborn son and his twin brother. A tragic tale, which bought more than a few tears to Bulma's eyes. He was also the same man that had been travelling with Nappa when they had discovered her in the barren lands; he had the most piercing amber eyes, and perfect smile, which made Bulma feel jingly inside.

He had taken her out a couple of times, and had purchased her some beautiful garments, but since then she had heard no more from him. As each day passed she waited for a letter, or a message from him but none seemed to be turning up.

She had not seen Nappa for a few days; he had been given leave from the king and was away from the planet no doubt enjoying the company of some beautiful young females.

Inside the palace it had been as beautiful and exquisite as she had imagined, the pillars were made of gold and all he floors a glistening shiny marble. The halls were spacious, and there were so many rooms it was unaccountable. She had been working for the King for over a month now, and she had gotten no closer in learning the routes and causeways the palace had to offer.

One time she had turned down a hall, which she had believed, was going to lead her into the dining area, and it had led her to a monstrous sized glass conservatory blooming with flowers and water features. It was so beautiful it had taken Bulma's breath away, until another servant who demanded she clean the stairwell to the dungeons had quickly led her out.

As Bulma clawed away at the dust that was forming on the life-size statue of an ancient king, she began to wonder what was happening back at her aunts. The ball was looming, and she knew that Serena would not be happy with Cleo gaining the ticket, no doubt by now she would have bullied her sister into giving it to her.

The King was indeed a nice enough man, he had granted her stay on the condition that she worked for him and obeyed all the commands and orders asked of her. He had also promised to do all in his power to punish the man responsible for attacking her.

She had informed him that she was an orphan, but had missed out the details of her deranged aunt and her two daughters. Deciding that if her aunt did supply her services to the King and his guards it would not be best to talk about them.

She had only met the King that one time; he seemed to keep himself to himself and concentrated on ruling the planet and going about his duties. Often he would pass on messages through his guards to the girls, and sometimes through personal letters.

Bulma pulled herself from the floor, and dusted her blue gown down; she was ordered to wear the specialised gown with the Royal colours. She didn't mind but it made cleaning much more of a task as the hems were short and as she bent down the dress lowered.

Nappa and the other guards seemed to always be lurking nearby when she was on cleaning duties, she didn't mind, somehow inside the palace she felt safe and secure knowing that none of the men would try anything on.

Even Bodecks had written to her, officially asking if he could accompany her one evening. She had been flattered and quickly accepted his invitation.

The higher level Elites were presented with special concubines to keep themselves occupied, the King hiring his services for the men from women just like her aunt. The females were trained to serve the men to the highest levels of obedience and were taught to obey any command given.

Bulma however was not one of these females, they were not allowed inside the palace and all activities had to take place away from the boundaries in their own homes. She was grateful that the King had issued her with the job of keeping the palace clean and ensuring that everything was kept in good supply.

This meant that for most of the days Bulma was knelt on stairwells, or cleaning ancient shelves covered with dust. She was washing down floors, and scrubbing the specialised flushing waste holes. Sometimes even maintaining the beautiful gardens alongside the gardeners. The gardens were her favourite duties, she got to stay out in the sun and enjoy the beauty the palace had to offer.

It was a dirty job at times, and very hard work yet it was nothing to how she worked at her aunts. The King repaid the castle workers for their labour by providing them with some gold coins, three large meals a day, and adequate living quarters. Also she was given one day off each week in which she could so whatever pleased her. Usually she spent this day catching up with Goku and Chichi.

They were both doing fine, Chichi was completely loved up with Goku, and he was just as stupid and normal as ever. Nothing had changed, oh how she loved those days.

Bulma was saving her coins, she had no idea what she was saving for; but she ensured that she only spent two of the coins. The other four were kept away encase she needed them in times of need.

A high-pitched giggle filled the stairwell Bulma sighed.

There was certainly some downsides to working in the castle; many of the guards were not allowed females in their presence whilst on duty, however some exceptions were drawn up for people such as the prince whom Bulma had yet to meet, and other top Elites such as Nappa.

Another laugh, closely followed by some wisely chosen curses reached Bulma's sensitive ears. She pulled herself from her cleaning position on her hands and knees and hugged her legs quietly. Serena was in the castle. She knew that cruel malicious tone from anywhere, it was the same cackling laugh that haunted her in visions of Serena stealing her belongings, and the horrid girl deliberately sabotaging her house-duties so to cause confrontation with her aunt.

"You bad boy…" Serena drooled, as Bulma quickly dropped the long feathered duster and ran down the long lighted corridor.

She had no idea how her horrid cousin had found her way into the castle, and she didn't really care to find out how neither.

No doubt she had charmed her way into a guards pants to try and find her way into the prince's heart.

Bulma scoffed as she pushed open a large wooden door, and entered the sunlit room. She had witnessed on her very first day arriving at the castle, what happened to guards who chose pleasure over their duties.

Prince Vegeta looked up from the book he was reading, and dismissed the cleaner with one look.

It was the first book he had read in many years, the only reason he had actually picked it up off the shelf was the fact it could have valuable information that could help him become the legendary Super Saiyan.

So far it was uninteresting, difficult to understand and the most useless book he had possibly ever had to read.

What did the lunar cycle have to do with becoming a Super Saiyan? And how was a green fickle back toad going to enhance his stamina?

The history was enough to make his eyelids drop, as he released a gentle yawn and made his presence known to the blue haired female.

"Servant why do you wish to disturb me?"

Bulma paled as she heard the gruff sexy voice, she had thought the room was unoccupied it was just her luck that she wasn't alone.

Quickly turning around from the wooden door, she was even more shocked to see a smaller version of the King sitting in the chair, glaring with dark raven eyes towards her.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry this chapter is on the short side, I have finally got the plot all sorted and I know where this is heading. i'm really getting excited, this fanfic is so much fun to write its unbelievable!

So Bulma and the prince finally meet hmmm…. Wonder what's going to conspire? Haha well your all going to have to be nice and patient and leave a review!

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