Cinderella DBZ
Chapter Thirteen
Closing the dusty book, the prince continued to glare to the servant that had pushed her way into the room.
She was truly a beautiful female, despite the demeaning garments and the unruly manner in which she was acting.
Before he even realised what he was doing, the prince found his eyes wondering to the hems of her blue gown. The garments as degrading as they were did truly look fantastic on the girl and matched her strange blue cerulean hair.
She looked about the same age as him, and she seemed to have a figure that most females could only dream of. His curious eyes remained on her hips, they seemed so slender and perfect and below that her legs looked silky and smooth.
Forcing his gaze back upwards, he found himself almost blushing – something that he never did.
A prince was supposed to remain serious and assertive in all situations, no female had ever made him react this way not even the beautiful ladies from the pleasure planets, that his friends had somewhat found humorous to use their services.
He found his dark eyes stopping as he noticed her cleavage poking from the dress, she had a very nice sized bust which made his tummy gurgle excitedly and his tail half flicker.
Before he even realised it, his groin began to tighten in the presence of this beautiful female.
The girl had not answered him, growling to himself at his pathetic behaviour he angrily told his body to stop acting this way. Although he hated to admit it, he was already sworn to and he had little choice in the matter unless he wished to be extricated from the throne.
A brown fluffy tail was flickering nervously, as the girl breathed deeply. This signified that she most certainly was a Saiyan; although he could sense her fear he could also not help but smell her feminine scent from way across the room.
Bright sunlight suddenly poured from the large window, filtering straight onto the servant and lighting her up like some sort of blue haired goddess. This was like some sort of very nice dream, she was gorgeous.
Positioning himself in the chair, so that he was sitting on his own tail, Vegeta hastily stopped thinking about how beautiful she looked and instinctively decided to show his authority.
She had broken many rules by just barging into a room like she had, so much so that she had distracted him from that incredibly boring, useless book.
Chuckling menacingly, he loudly called over to the mysterious girl. "Do you speak or what servant woman?"
Bulma gulped, she couldn't believe she had just walked in on who must be the prince of all Saiyans… he looked a smaller version of the King, the handsome young man was not donning anything like a crown, yet he had a long red cloak upon his shoulders, with a gold emblem supporting the Royal Crest.
As Bulma heard him call over to her in what had to be the sexiest voice she had ever heard, she found her legs moving on their own accord as she took a few step forward.
In truth she had no reason as to be in this study room, in fact she wasn't even issued these corridors; if her superior or the guard that was supposed to be watching them caught her in here, then she was in very big trouble.
Her superior was a very grumpy servant that had been in service for the Royal family for over twenty years, she was a middle aged lady that knew each corridor and hall by heart and where each cabinet was situated, and where the portraits all hung.
She was one of those people, that took everything seriously and never seemed to laugh about anything. Her face may as well be made of stone, Bulma couldn't help but imagine if she did smile then it might crack in two.
Even after everything Bulma had been through, she still managed to squeeze some time in to have a giggle with the girls, and catch up with the guards.
Perhaps after her long enduring days with her aunt, and the horrifying attack from Shirk she had became a better person.
Bowing lowly, she blushed when she realised her tight blue gown was showing off all her best assets. The prince did not seem to notice, as he accessed her with eyes that seemed to be as deep as the reaches of space.
Not another word was said, for a few long seconds until the prince spoke again in a more annoyed tone.
"My father employs servants that do not even speak the tongue. What a blithering old fool. He's as bad at running the castle as he is of finding me a suitable mate."
Bulma finally found her voice, as she coughed nervously. Placing one of her hands behind her back clutching her quivering tail, she nervously stuttered. "I'm…. I'm sorry to disturb you… yo…your majesty…."
Vegeta perked up when he heard the almost whisper coming from the girl. "Oh! So the girl speaks." He said sarcastically as he pushed the book away and bored his eyes into her blue ones.
He was surprised at himself, how could he show so much interest in a mere servant. Perhaps his estranged future mate really was driving him into insanity; already that week she had been doing nothing but pestering him, and following him about the castle grounds. One of the only reasons he was in this study was to avoid her annoying squeals and her oversized ego.
Sometimes he wondered if his father picked Lylot just to give him some long awaited revenge, or to try and hinder his training.
As beautiful as the female was, she compared nothing to this mere servant standing so terrified before him. As he examined her, he found his heart fluttering and his tail twitching from beneath him, a sure sign that he was becoming aroused.
The bright sunlight dimmed, as she stood looking towards him with her bright blue eyes.
"Your lucky I'm having a good day girl." Vegeta sighed, as he pulled his gaze away and looked back to the ancient dusty book.
Somehow he seemed fascinated by the yellowed dusty pages. It saved him from having to look at the third class blue haired girl, her eyes were a deep blue just like that of her hair and gown.
Bulma thanked the Saiyan gods; he wasn't showing signs of dismissing her to the dungeons, or worse still maybe blowing her into a million pieces.
The person she was standing before was perhaps even stronger than the King himself; it was unbelievable for her to think that a boy her age could harness more power than anybody on the entire planet. Rumour had it, he even had the power to become the legendary Super Saiyan.
As she turned to walk away, she felt his gaze upon her. Slowly she moved towards the tall curved door, pausing before preparing to exit the room.
A loud bang, and a shooting sensation of pain signified the door slamming open and the entrance of a very impatient person, as Bulma was slung onto the floor knocking over a pile of books, she felt something inside of her click.
The person responsible, gave a wicked laugh as they casually walked past her shaken form and over to the prince.
Bulma had turned a bright crimson, how could she embarrass herself so much in front of the prince of her people? She had just proven she was nothing but a useless clumsy oaf. Her hair had fluttered before her eyes, as she brushed her fringe away and quickly picked herself up from the hard marble floor. Whatever had clicked couldn't be serious, she was half standing and so far she seemed to only be feeling bruised.
The prince was staring at her, with a smile across his features. Obviously he was mocking her for not even being able to stand on her own two feet, turning even redder she bowed once again to the prince and the beautiful girl that was now standing next to the table laughing evilly at her.
"I'm….I'm sorry…"
The princes cute smile was at once replaced by a smirk, as if he hadn't ever been smiling. The pretty girl, who was laughing so hard, was now wiping tears away from her eyes.
He looked back to Bulma, and he suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling of sorrow to the beautiful servant, he had the yearn to go and help pick up the books for her, and escort her out.
Blinking back those preposterous thoughts, he gulped and nodded towards her. "You may go, ignore this moron standing here, it's not her fault that her parents were related."
Bulma nodded her head, and felt her cheeks burning red. The girl obviously had to be the future princess of the planet, the guards talked about her all the time and judging by her lack of care around the prince, it just had to be her.
Her hair was long and black with tight little wavelets at the end, she had piercing black eyes, and obviously lacked modesty for she was wearing such a scantily fitted dress that it showed off her undergarments.
However as much as she looked like an escort, she also dripped with glamour and beauty.
The prince seemed less than happy to be in her company, if the rumours around the palace were true, he really did despise the girl standing before him now staring at him with her hands on her perfect formed hips.
Lylot had the look of a queen, she had the same majestic approach as any queen that Bulma had imagined and yet she dressed like a brothel worker; scarily she reminded Bulma, of her cousin Lylot.
Not wanting to spend any more time in the room with the happy couple, Bulma dusted her gown down and cursed at the amount of dust she had gotten down it. Quickly she pushed upon the door wanting to escape before another person knocked her to the floor.
She almost jumped back in surprise when the prince spoke above the beautiful dark haired woman, "It was nice meeting you."
Lylot instantly stopped glaring at Vegeta, and instead stared icily towards Bulma as if she had just attacked her mother or something. The look she shot her, could have froze the orphan over with fright…if she still wasn't so taken aback at the princes last words.
Quickly she bowed to the prince, her cheeks were burning more than a forest fire. "It was nice meeting you too, prince Vegeta."
Lylot angrily spun back to Vegeta, who was now smiling to himself he was busy taking in the beauty of the blue haired girl.
There was no doubt about it, she truly was unique and much more attractive than the feisty dark haired idiot. He hoped that he would see much more of her around the castle, he would certainly make it his duties to start examining the servants halls.
Bulma gently closed the door behind her, and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. Breathing heavily she walked in the opposite direction to the stairs she had originally been cleaning; she really didn't need an encounter with her cousin, deciding it would be best to return to her quarters she would just make up an excuse to her superior later in the day.
Her cheeks were flushed, as was the rest of her body. She couldn't believe she had even met the prince, let alone been almost complimented by him. this just had to be some sort of weird dream.
"Who was that!?" Lylot snarled, as she stalked around the back of the prince's chair, she was truly feeling a pang of anger and jealousy at the horrid little servant alone in the presence of her man.
Her heels were clicking upon the marble with every step she took, her tail wrapped majestically around her waist like a fluffy belt.
Vegeta leaned against the comfort of the leather lounger, and felt a grin growing across his features. His dark eyes glittered with faint amusement
It took all of two minutes before she swung her arms across his neck protectively. Vegeta still had not answered her about the unusual blue servant, and she was livid with jealousy.
Never before had he spoken in such a way to her, and never had he looked at her with those eyes or smiled.
The servant had to go.
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