Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Unmasked Challenger, Avenging Champion ( Chapter 32 )
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By: Vegeta-Sugar-Sweet 
Grace gets disappointed but doesn't go away quietly
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.24.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 389 | Status: Work In Progress
Grace gets disappointed but doesn't go away quietly
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.24.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 389 | Status: Work In Progress
32 Unmasked Challenger, Avenging Champion
Grace, daughter of Jasper, betrothed of Crown Prince Vegeta walked with purpose down the hall towards the throne room. She strode with real purpose--this was her time. She had waited her entire life for this day. The day, she would become Princess of Vegeta-Sei.
Her dress was heavy. It was weighed down with petticoats and accented with expertly cut diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. Her bodice was drawn very tightly, accentuating her small waist and large bosom. Her sleeveless gown was further enhanced by her flawless makeup, perfectly coiffed hair, and topped with a diamond tiara. 'Just a few minutes more' kep going through her mind. ‘Then I will be unstoppable’. As Princess of Vegeta-Sei she would help to curtail Vegeta's liberal habits and tie him closer to Frieza as she had promised him and the Vegeta-Sei Council. They feared the alabaster being and gods knows that they should. They were weak and Frieza could cut them all down in an instant to ensure Vegeta's full and complete cooperation. Grace chuckled at her duplicitous actions. She was instrumental in all of this and Frieza will be grateful! The drugging of Vegeta’s food after the unfortunate death of the king was truly inspired. That set the stage for her to enslave Vegeta’s love to her, and make that blue haired cunt from Earth a distant memory.
'Why couldn't she have disappeared completely?' Grace wondered angrily. She could have been married to Vegeta so much sooner and their fruitful offspring would be growing inside her. She frowned. Grace’s original plan of passing a pregnancy from her extramarital affairs’ as Vegeta’s would have worked, but that meddling whore forced her to miscarry. 'She has cost me so much, but no more' Grace silently vowed. As soon as she was Princess, Grace planned to order Bulma's execution. She smiled at the vision of her future husband's alien slut drawn and quartered in front of an overjoyed audience. Running her hands down her bodice and gown she smoothed any creases and wrinkles in her dress once more and then proceeded to open the door to the throne room where her very bright and power future awaited her.
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The audience turned toward the opened door and took in the beautiful site of their future monarch. The council seemed proud in knowing that this was the beginning of a new and bountiful chapter in the planet's history. Thy regarded Grace thoughtfully and nodded in approval as she passed them on her way to her beloved.
Vegeta looked on stoically. He gave away nothing as he watched the bride that would never be walk the last few feet down the aisle. Dressed in a tight black AE suit and matching boots, Vegeta seem the absolute picture of royalty. He exuded confidence and power without breathing a word. Those in attendance were in awe just regarding him.
Grace picked up the front of her dress as she stepped up to the dais. She reached out her hand for Vegeta to take as was tradition. Normally it is a formality and the groom takes his lady's hand as a gesture of togetherness...only Vegeta wasn't taking her hand. The tension in the room began to rise that Grace's hand hung in the air, untaken, burning under the gaze of all the onlookers. No one dared speak as shame crept up Grace's spine. She smiled tightly and pleaded in a whisper "Please, my Prince, take my hand and me as your wife as has been decreed". Vegeta regarded Grace with what was almost pity. He raised his arm and stretched out his hand. Grace let out the lung full of air she had been holding. 'He was going to take her hand' she celebrated internally. However her elation turned to fury when Vegeta stretched his hand not toward Grace but to her right instead. The dainty hand of Bulma Briefs appeared to take hold of the Prince. Gasps were heard reverberating around the large hall. The council looked thoroughly scandalized. The bride's face twisted into an angry snarl. "How dare you!!!" Grace screamed. She stepped closer to Bulma as fast as she was able given her current dress and lashed out to strike her stunning face. Unfortunately for Grace, she was met with another surprise. As her hand came down to introduce pain onto the brainy doctor, she was stopped in mid air. But no one was holding her back or blocking her path, she just couldn't move.
Malevolent glee shined from Bulma's lovely face. "Problem, Grace?" she teased. Bulma had been working on this power for a while in secret. She always knew that the brain was a muscle. You work it out enough and you get great results, like telekinesis for example.
"You have to know that i cannot allow you to touch me...or my husband" she said evenly.
Grace stared wildly around the room...well as much as she could given her frozen state. The word 'husband' echoed in her mind refusing to stop. She looked over at Vegeta to tell her it wasn't true but all Grace received was a curt nod while he wrapped his hand around Bulma's waist.
"Now see here, we cannot allow this--she's a foreigner!" yelled Jasper from across the doorway. His voice jolted Bulma and she dropped her concentration on Grace, letting her fall into a blubbering heap on the carpet. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He hadn't had a proper fight in weeks and he could feel the power coming of the old Sayian in thick waves. Some could feel what was about to happen and made themselves scarce in a hurry. Other observers gave the foursome room.
'Vegeta...no' Bulma projected
'Relax, Onna, he is no match for me'
'You don't understand-he's a monster. Please do not engage him' she pleaded
She probably shouldn't have said that as Vegeta was now intrigued more. He placed a very light kiss upon the palm of Bulma's hand and began to approach Jasper. He hoped he had had a good life, because it was about five seconds from being over.
As he passed his former betrothed who was still in a puddle at his feet he heard very faintly "...challenge..."
Vegeta stopped in his tracks. "What did you say?"
Grace looked up. Her face which was painstakingly made up before was now marred by rivers of mascara, smeared eyeliner and shadow from wiping her endless tears. She drew in her breath--"I..I..I..I challenge her for the r..right to join with you." Grace stammered. Vegeta smirked. He looked over at his more than capable wife. "Wench, she has beaten you before. Are you so eager to return to the medical facility? This is pathetic, I will not honor such a request."
"Ahh but you must" interrupted Jasper. "She has every right to challenge the one who has taken what is hers, Prince"
"I disagree for I was never hers" said Vegeta, every word laced with venom.
"Never the less, you must comply it is the law" a council elder retorted.
In exasperation, Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine but the outcome will not change." He beckoned Bulma forward and she came cautiously. She could feel something not right about this. "Uhh Vegeta are you sure?" she asked. 'Fear not, there is nothing she can do to you here. You have bested her already' he projected proudly. Vegeta gave her a nod Bulma came forward. "Ok then, let's get this over with--do you want to change or something" she asked Grace.
"Not so fast, thief" Grace began as she rose from the ashes like some grotesque phoenix. Leveling her bloodshot, onyx eyes she fixed Bulma with a death stare. “you’ll not get away so easily”
Bulma was very puzzled now. ‘Has she taken leave of her senses? Should we get her professional help’ she projected to Vegeta. He almost cracked a smile that surly would have turned into a riotous laugh but kept it to himself. Vegeta answered with a shake of his head indicating Bulma should pursue the would be Princess.
Bulma stepped forward and Grace stepped back with her hands in the “stop” position.
“What now?” asked Bulma. She was frustrated at the length of time being wasted that could be better spent in Vegeta’s arms.
Grace smiled and uttered the one word that would send the situation spinning in an entirely new direction: “Champion”
Bulma was confused, maybe Grace really was crazy. “Umm champion of what exactly” she asked.
“It is my right as the one who was wronged to choose a champion you fool!” Grace shrieked.
Bulma could feel it coming before she said it.
“And i choose..”
‘Oh NO!’ Bulma screamed to Vegeta’s mind
“My Father, Jasper”
‘The monster!’ and she revealed all that she ever saw of Jasper’s doings. Vegeta blanched significantly. He knew that Bulma would most likely die in front of him as was the law.
He stepped forward to shield Bulma but she stepped away. She gave him a look of a love everlasting...as if she were saying goodbye. Then she shut him out of her mind completely.
Turning, Bulma meant to face the most dangerous fight of her life, alone, to the death!
Grace, daughter of Jasper, betrothed of Crown Prince Vegeta walked with purpose down the hall towards the throne room. She strode with real purpose--this was her time. She had waited her entire life for this day. The day, she would become Princess of Vegeta-Sei.
Her dress was heavy. It was weighed down with petticoats and accented with expertly cut diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. Her bodice was drawn very tightly, accentuating her small waist and large bosom. Her sleeveless gown was further enhanced by her flawless makeup, perfectly coiffed hair, and topped with a diamond tiara. 'Just a few minutes more' kep going through her mind. ‘Then I will be unstoppable’. As Princess of Vegeta-Sei she would help to curtail Vegeta's liberal habits and tie him closer to Frieza as she had promised him and the Vegeta-Sei Council. They feared the alabaster being and gods knows that they should. They were weak and Frieza could cut them all down in an instant to ensure Vegeta's full and complete cooperation. Grace chuckled at her duplicitous actions. She was instrumental in all of this and Frieza will be grateful! The drugging of Vegeta’s food after the unfortunate death of the king was truly inspired. That set the stage for her to enslave Vegeta’s love to her, and make that blue haired cunt from Earth a distant memory.
'Why couldn't she have disappeared completely?' Grace wondered angrily. She could have been married to Vegeta so much sooner and their fruitful offspring would be growing inside her. She frowned. Grace’s original plan of passing a pregnancy from her extramarital affairs’ as Vegeta’s would have worked, but that meddling whore forced her to miscarry. 'She has cost me so much, but no more' Grace silently vowed. As soon as she was Princess, Grace planned to order Bulma's execution. She smiled at the vision of her future husband's alien slut drawn and quartered in front of an overjoyed audience. Running her hands down her bodice and gown she smoothed any creases and wrinkles in her dress once more and then proceeded to open the door to the throne room where her very bright and power future awaited her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The audience turned toward the opened door and took in the beautiful site of their future monarch. The council seemed proud in knowing that this was the beginning of a new and bountiful chapter in the planet's history. Thy regarded Grace thoughtfully and nodded in approval as she passed them on her way to her beloved.
Vegeta looked on stoically. He gave away nothing as he watched the bride that would never be walk the last few feet down the aisle. Dressed in a tight black AE suit and matching boots, Vegeta seem the absolute picture of royalty. He exuded confidence and power without breathing a word. Those in attendance were in awe just regarding him.
Grace picked up the front of her dress as she stepped up to the dais. She reached out her hand for Vegeta to take as was tradition. Normally it is a formality and the groom takes his lady's hand as a gesture of togetherness...only Vegeta wasn't taking her hand. The tension in the room began to rise that Grace's hand hung in the air, untaken, burning under the gaze of all the onlookers. No one dared speak as shame crept up Grace's spine. She smiled tightly and pleaded in a whisper "Please, my Prince, take my hand and me as your wife as has been decreed". Vegeta regarded Grace with what was almost pity. He raised his arm and stretched out his hand. Grace let out the lung full of air she had been holding. 'He was going to take her hand' she celebrated internally. However her elation turned to fury when Vegeta stretched his hand not toward Grace but to her right instead. The dainty hand of Bulma Briefs appeared to take hold of the Prince. Gasps were heard reverberating around the large hall. The council looked thoroughly scandalized. The bride's face twisted into an angry snarl. "How dare you!!!" Grace screamed. She stepped closer to Bulma as fast as she was able given her current dress and lashed out to strike her stunning face. Unfortunately for Grace, she was met with another surprise. As her hand came down to introduce pain onto the brainy doctor, she was stopped in mid air. But no one was holding her back or blocking her path, she just couldn't move.
Malevolent glee shined from Bulma's lovely face. "Problem, Grace?" she teased. Bulma had been working on this power for a while in secret. She always knew that the brain was a muscle. You work it out enough and you get great results, like telekinesis for example.
"You have to know that i cannot allow you to touch me...or my husband" she said evenly.
Grace stared wildly around the room...well as much as she could given her frozen state. The word 'husband' echoed in her mind refusing to stop. She looked over at Vegeta to tell her it wasn't true but all Grace received was a curt nod while he wrapped his hand around Bulma's waist.
"Now see here, we cannot allow this--she's a foreigner!" yelled Jasper from across the doorway. His voice jolted Bulma and she dropped her concentration on Grace, letting her fall into a blubbering heap on the carpet. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He hadn't had a proper fight in weeks and he could feel the power coming of the old Sayian in thick waves. Some could feel what was about to happen and made themselves scarce in a hurry. Other observers gave the foursome room.
'Vegeta...no' Bulma projected
'Relax, Onna, he is no match for me'
'You don't understand-he's a monster. Please do not engage him' she pleaded
She probably shouldn't have said that as Vegeta was now intrigued more. He placed a very light kiss upon the palm of Bulma's hand and began to approach Jasper. He hoped he had had a good life, because it was about five seconds from being over.
As he passed his former betrothed who was still in a puddle at his feet he heard very faintly "...challenge..."
Vegeta stopped in his tracks. "What did you say?"
Grace looked up. Her face which was painstakingly made up before was now marred by rivers of mascara, smeared eyeliner and shadow from wiping her endless tears. She drew in her breath--"I..I..I..I challenge her for the r..right to join with you." Grace stammered. Vegeta smirked. He looked over at his more than capable wife. "Wench, she has beaten you before. Are you so eager to return to the medical facility? This is pathetic, I will not honor such a request."
"Ahh but you must" interrupted Jasper. "She has every right to challenge the one who has taken what is hers, Prince"
"I disagree for I was never hers" said Vegeta, every word laced with venom.
"Never the less, you must comply it is the law" a council elder retorted.
In exasperation, Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine but the outcome will not change." He beckoned Bulma forward and she came cautiously. She could feel something not right about this. "Uhh Vegeta are you sure?" she asked. 'Fear not, there is nothing she can do to you here. You have bested her already' he projected proudly. Vegeta gave her a nod Bulma came forward. "Ok then, let's get this over with--do you want to change or something" she asked Grace.
"Not so fast, thief" Grace began as she rose from the ashes like some grotesque phoenix. Leveling her bloodshot, onyx eyes she fixed Bulma with a death stare. “you’ll not get away so easily”
Bulma was very puzzled now. ‘Has she taken leave of her senses? Should we get her professional help’ she projected to Vegeta. He almost cracked a smile that surly would have turned into a riotous laugh but kept it to himself. Vegeta answered with a shake of his head indicating Bulma should pursue the would be Princess.
Bulma stepped forward and Grace stepped back with her hands in the “stop” position.
“What now?” asked Bulma. She was frustrated at the length of time being wasted that could be better spent in Vegeta’s arms.
Grace smiled and uttered the one word that would send the situation spinning in an entirely new direction: “Champion”
Bulma was confused, maybe Grace really was crazy. “Umm champion of what exactly” she asked.
“It is my right as the one who was wronged to choose a champion you fool!” Grace shrieked.
Bulma could feel it coming before she said it.
“And i choose..”
‘Oh NO!’ Bulma screamed to Vegeta’s mind
“My Father, Jasper”
‘The monster!’ and she revealed all that she ever saw of Jasper’s doings. Vegeta blanched significantly. He knew that Bulma would most likely die in front of him as was the law.
He stepped forward to shield Bulma but she stepped away. She gave him a look of a love everlasting...as if she were saying goodbye. Then she shut him out of her mind completely.
Turning, Bulma meant to face the most dangerous fight of her life, alone, to the death!