Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bitter Harvest ❯ Story Time with the Princess ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Only own Redd and The D'Shanti, nothing else, but the words, they're mine too.

Story Time with the Princess

By: WeaverOfDreams

Soft humming curled into her ears. Slowly opening an eye, Redd took stock of her situation. She was laying in a soft bed, a pillow beneath her head, a blanket tossed over her. It was dark, the middle of the night. Slowly her eyes focused and then she picked out the features of the room. Frowning, she realized that this was not her hotel room. Filtering through her thoughts, she suddenly remembered where she was and with who. Lifting a brow she finally felt the heavy weight of a leg tossed over her own as well as a heavy arm draped over her waist. She felt flesh on flesh. It was a very nice sensation. Lost in that feeling, she heard the humming again.

Turning slightly, carefully, so as not to wake Trunks, she listened. The sound was not coming from him, it was coming from another room down the hall. She looked over at the sleeping form of Trunks and gave a very soft smile. A blush soon accompanied that smile. Who knew a first timer would be so talented? Blinked and then thought of how she was going to disentangle herself from him. He had her pretty locked up within his embrace. Chuckling at the thought of him being a cuddlier, she silently pressed her fingers into spots above his arms and just below his hips, numbing the limbs. Slowly, she eased out from his arm and leg and then swiftly got up from the bed. He gave a slight grunt but made no move to waken. Sighing, she looked around, spotting her training suit, she quickly dismissed it. Stepping over to his drawers, she quickly pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Donning them, she slowly crept out of his room, closing the door behind her.

Redd made her way down the hallway, her ears open, still hearing that humming. She past by Trunk's parent's room slowly, not wanting anything to alert them, even though she doubted they would be awake after all their nighttime activities. Blushed and thought about her nighttime activities and then past by the door without a sound. The humming was getting louder the further she went down the hallway. She then came upon a third door and stopped. Listening, she heard the humming come from there. The door was slightly ajar. She grabbed the knob and pushed it open a little bit. Redd peered inside and then gave a sigh to what she saw.

Trunks' sister Bra was there sitting on her bed, slowly brushing out a doll's hair. She was humming to herself as she did it. Redd frowned slightly. What was the girl doing up at this late an hour? As she was about to go in, Bra looked up and then gave her a soft smile.

"Hi, Redd. Whut you doin' here?" The little girl said, her head tilting, her bright blue eyes glowing.

"Ummm, well, it was late and your brother said I could sleep here for the night." Redd explained without going too much into it."Can I come in?"

Bra nodded and Redd made her way into the room. She glanced at all the stuffed toys, the books and the little trinkets, feeling just a touch of sadness. She then made her way over to Bra's bed and then sat down. She looked at the little doll and then to Bra again."What are you doing up so late, little one?"

Bra looked over at her, still fussing with her doll's hair. " Wasn't all that sleepy." Redd looked at the clock beside the little girl's bed. It read 3:30 am. Lifting a brow, Redd watched as the girl played with the doll, fussing and talking to it.

"What's her name?"Redd asked reaching out for the doll. Bra placed the soft doll into her hand and Redd brought it up to look at the stitching and the clothes. It was an old fashioned doll, one that seemed out of place with all these store bought varieties around the room. It had blue yarn hair, a gingham dress, blue buttons for eyes, tiny black shoes and a stitched smile. It was lovingly made.

"Her name is Onna." Bra replied to which Redd lifted a brow. That was an odd name for a doll. Fingering her yarn hair, Red looked at the doll again to find any identify marks or the like. She squeezed her hand over it, the soft body light and comforting in her palm. It was the size of a regular teddy bear, big enough for a child Bra's age to hold tight when she slept.

"Who gave Onna to you, Bra?" Redd asked handing the doll back to the little girl. Bra took her back and wrapped her little arms around it, holding it tightly. Redd smiled at the picture, she could tell that the girl truly loved the doll, it was like a friend to her.

"My papa. He said dat even dough I wasa princess I should hav' her. He said he had 'dat baka's mate' make it for him. I've always 'ad her." Bra said, her voice lowering slightly when she spoke the words 'baka's mate' . Redd realized it must have been an impression of her father. It was odd, she had yet to meet this mystery man.

"You're father must love you very much." Redd said and then got a wistful look in her eyes. She touched the teardrop pendent that hung around her throat and rested softly on her chest. Then a thought came to her." Did you say princess?"

"Yep, papa says I'm a real princess." Bra said, sitting up proudly in her bed, her chin lifting just slightly. Redd grinned. The child was truly adorable. She then noticed the small yawn that escaped the little one's mouth.

"How long have you been up, Bra?" She asked, getting a bit closer to the little girl. She could smell the soft powdery scent coming off the girl's skin. It was very relaxing.

" Not long, just a little bit but now dat I'm up, I can't sleep." Bras said , a little pout on her lips. Redd chuckled, she looked truly miserable when she did that, her great big blue eyes wide, her lower lip sticking out. Redd thought for a moment and then realized she could help.

" Well, there's something I could give you that would let you sleep, it's an old family recipe. Dunno if you have the ingredients for it but we can go and see." Redd slowly stood and held out a hand for the girl. She took it and grabbed her doll. Jumping off the bed , she followed Redd out of the room and down the hall. Making their way down the stairs, Redd pulled Bra into the kitchen. Picking the child up by the arms, and setting her on the seat , she heard Bra giggle. Frowning, Redd looked at her with a curious look.

"Your fingers tickle." Bra said, shivering, rubbing her exposed arms. Redd sighed, it seemed this family was very sensitive.

"Well, I have a magic touch." She said, grinning and then winked at Bra. The child sat in the chair, waiting as Redd busied herself with the fridge. She was curious about the amount of food in this place, but summed it up to the fact that the two males of this family were fighters. Pulling out a bottle of milk as well as a bottle of honey , she brought them over to the stove and took out a small pot. Pouring some milk in, she slowly heated it. After a minute, she added a few teaspoons of honey.

"Momma makes me warm milk when I can't sleep. She never put honey in it b'fore." Bra spoke as Redd poured the milk into a glass after it was at a warmish temperature. Handing it to Bra, she placed the pot into the sink and washed it out. Turning back to her, Redd smiled softly.

"Well, honey soothes, it'll make you warm and it will help you sleep. A treatment like this was prescribed in my village." She shrugged and then took a hold of the little one's hand. Bra slipped off from the chair, doll under one arm, hand holding the glass of honey milk, which she sipped. Licking her lips, she smiled, telling Redd she liked it.

They made their way back up to her bedroom, carefully tiptoeing as to not make a sound. Bra giggled softly as Redd got up on her toes and mock tiptoed. Entering the room, Redd closed the door behind them softly and then picked Bra up. Bringing her over to her bed, She took the glass from Bra, placed it on a night stand and then tucked the little girl into bed. Passing her back the milk , she was about to get up, when a little hand grabbed the sleeve of her shirt.

"Tell me more about your village?" Bra asked, sipping from the glass, her upper lip donning a white line. Grinning, Redd shrugged and lid back on the pillows. Getting herself comfortable, Bra snuggled into Redd's side. Wrapping her arm around the child, Redd thought about what to tell her.

" Well, the village was big, a lot of people lived there. There was water all around us, lakes, streams. The children would play in the water. Everything was warm, bright and happy. The village was a peaceful one. The village had their leader , a wise and good man named Medngil. He was the village chief. He loved his people very much. He had a daughter named Charen. She was only three when..... hmm, well.. Let's see.." Redd paused in her thoughts." Charen was much like you , Bra . She had blue hair, darker then yours though. She loved to play with dolls but also loved stories, had a lot of books. She used to read all the time, even though she was only three. She loved her father, had a lot of friends with whom she played with. She was loved by the whole village. I was one of her friends, we shared many an adventure together. You would have liked her, Little One."

"Hmm, she sounds nice. What bout the people in the village, tell be bout them." Bra asked, her glass half empty. She licked her lips and snuggled more into Redd's side.

"Well, the people of the village were artists, scholars, writers and poets. We had our fighters, our judges, but there was very little crime in our village. Even though we were a big village , everyone knew everyone. All the people were good swimmers, since they were surrounded by water. We had our own music, foods, language.." Redd says wistfully

"Language? Can you say something in it for me?" the child said, laying her head back on Redd's shoulder. She smiled at the innocence of the girl, she was truly precious and obviously well loved which made her feel only slightly bitter over her own childhood. She was nether loved nor innocent. Shaking her head, she banished such thoughts and kept her attention on the child.

"Ok, hmm.. "Redd thought and then called up the words from memory. " Ishta m'er thith Mossa, ramea ou mostina cha. That means , little one, ' May the light of the gods help you find your way'."

"That a saying from your village?" Bra asked, finishing off her milk. Redd nodded and then brushed a piece of hair away from the child's face. It was silky, smooth, soft, like a child's hair should be. Red mentally sighed, she hadn't spoken the village language in a long time. It brought back a lot of memories. Bra looked up at her, eyes softly drooping, the blue softly dimming. "What else can you tell me?"

"Well, there was a belief in the village that the future was already written , all one must do is look into the past. Things that have happened will happen again, only with subtle differences. Everyone had a destiny , one which they had to full fill if they liked it or not."Redd began. " Mine was never fulled determined. I was to be the greatest of my village. I would travel to a far place and do something very noble, but it never did go into specifics."

"Wish I knew what I was destined to be." Bra said, her lower lip pouting out again. Redd hugged the child and then rested her head gently onto hers. Bra past her the empty glass and Red marveled at how quickly she drained it. It was funny, but she almost felt the need to be close to this child. Shaking her head, she took the glass and placed it on the night stand.

"Well, from what I've seen of you, you're destined to be a beautiful woman, one who'll know nothing but love and happiness." Redd whispered as she felt Bra start to weigh heavily on her side. Looking down at her, she noticed that the child's eyes were closed. That sleep aid always worked quickly with children even if it was a touch modified for this child.. She slowly started to disentangle herself from Bra when those little hands grabbed her and held her tight. Sighing, Redd leaned back against the pillows again. It now seemed she had replaced the doll for one night. She smirked. Trunks was going to wake up with her gone for one and then he would come to notice he wasn't able to feel his arm or leg. Chuckled softly and slowly closed her eyes, her hand brushing away a few strands of hair from the now sleeping child's brow. Placing her own head nearby, her brow touching the child's, she soon too found sleep, images of a lavender haired man now replacing the darkness of her nightmares.

To Be Continued...

Pure fluff, but ... Shrugs....what can you do , I was in a sweet mood after all that lemonade.