Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ captured ❯ Chapter 4

Bulma awoke early the next morning facing the large window that faced the rising sun. Grumbling in the back of her throat Bulma damned the man that had given her this room completely convinced that he had done it on purpose just to spite her. Rolling ungracefully out of her bed Bulma stumbled to the conjoining room that held washing and lavatory facilities as Narrana had called it. After stumbling over the confusing controls of the shower for a few short moments Bulma shed her tattered clothing and stepped under the hot spray. Bulma used the alien shampoo and conditioner that though slightly different smelt surprisingly like peaches, Bulma finished her washing with the alien soap and stepped out of the shower. After searching for a few minuets while drip drying in the bathroom she found a cloth about the size of a dish rag that resembled the material of the towel used by swimmers that could hold an incredible amount of water in a few square inches of cloth. As Bulma thought the small cloth held all of the water on her body and the bulk of her hair captured in the towel that near instantly dried when she expelled the water form it. Though the cloth had solved her dripping wetness problem she was still entirely nude with no clothes readily available, peeking her head outside the door Bulma waited a moment embarrassed by the thought of being caught nude. Stepping from the bathroom Bulma immediately found an outfit that had been laid out for her on the bed. Her new uniform no doubt, walking to the bed Bulma picked up the two-peace outfit in shock, though it did cover most of her body it was near see through with light linen being the material and no form on underwear was given. It reminded her of the clothing worn during Egyptian times that offered nearly no decent converge. The paper thin white skirt fell to Bulma's ankles but had two slits up the sides going nearly all the way up her hip and the top was the same material the sides tied together in corset fashion with ample amount of cleavage showing. By the side of her bed Bulma found a pare of simple leather strapped sandals, donning the shoes and quickly tying her hair into a messy bun Bulma went downstairs. Navigating herself through the empty house until she entered a steam filled kitchen where Narrana diligently worked on something over the stove.

 

“Morning sunshine” narrana said not bothering to look up at the girl standing before her. Bulma shifted uncomfortably in he outfit she was in, yes she had been a fan of showing off the magnificent body that her mother had gifted her with but she had never been in something that looked like it was out of a Greek harem!

 

“Is there a reason that all slaves have to wear this getup?” Bulma asked pointing at herself for emphasis, slightly annoyed by the women's early morning cheerfulness. Looking up at Bulma slightly confused understanding lit up Narrana's face. After all she had asked the same question when she had first arrived on the planet.

 

“Well, actually that is the common dress for most servitude and merchant men on Vegeta-sai. Due to the fact that it's so hot and humid here only the warriors and royal ever dress in that fancy armor and such” Narrana explained.

 

“I suppose if you really feel that uncomfortable in it I can get you something else to wear but I promise dear you'll be miserable” Narrana reasoned with her. Bulma sighed Narrana was right she had been covered with a thin layer of sweat sense she stepped out of the shower and she doubted it would change anytime soon with a planet that had three suns. She was shocked to know the planet even had nighttime.

 

“So what is my job in this place?” Bulma asked, a long day of work in front of her.

 

 

 

Napa walked into a small throne room both the king and the prince argued in heated voices that Napa could only half hear. Kneeling in front of the heightened throne that were centered in the room Napa kept his head lowered one fist straight down in the ground and the other fisted over his heart in a sign of allegiance. After being thoroughly ignored for at least ten minuets the two royal men turned to face him. Stepping forward prince Vegeta spoke first,

 

“ What do you want Napa?”

 

“ I have found that the full moon ceremony will be held at the home of first class solder Turlies, your presence would be highly pleasing to the masses your highness” Napa said knowing that at least one of the royal house was expected to attend. Throughout history it had been proper for all of the royal house to attend but do to the planetary issues that had a risen since the “alliance” with freeza it had only been expected to have one member of the royal house attend. Usually Vegetas father, vegeta never was good at socializing, not that was a big surprise.

 

“Vary well, you will accompany Vegeta I may join later” king vegeta said paying little mind to the vain that began pulsating on his sons forehead.

 

“Why do I have to go?” Vegeta said, it was not often you saw the prince argue. What he said went unless of course it was an order by ether his father or mother.

 

“Because vegeta it looks good to the public, and I will be there as well. So, if it wouldn't kill you, act like a civilized sayan” queen Latanya. Vegeta stood quite If there was one person he respected it as his mother the only person he would not defy, well defy anything important.

 

“Ugh, fine” Vegeta said keeping his defiant tone.

 

“So is this years festival at least going to be interesting?” Vegeta barked at the stagnate Napa, who somewhere during the royal conversation slipped into a blank mindset. Jumping to attention Napa began to list off the number of activities that would be presented at the festival.