Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Imperial Amusements ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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It was a beautiful, sunny day. Bulma was hard at work on her latest invention, a gravity enhancer that enabled her mother's gravity chamber to exceed it highest setting of 250x Planet Vejiitasei's gravity. She planned on giving it to her twin brother for their 21st birthday in two weeks. Bulma knew he would get a kick out of it. 'Heh, with as much as that dimwit trains," Bulma thought to herself, shaking her head throwing her wrench aside.

"Training sounds pretty good right about now," Bulma sat back in her chair with a sigh, wiping her brow with the back of her hand leaving a smudge of grease in its wake. She stretched cramped muscles, arching her back, her tail swishing back and forth lazily. Bulma glanced at her watch and gasped, "It's a quarter to 5:00! I have a date tonight! Oh shit, I'm going to be late."

She jumped out of her chair and ran out of the lab, cursing under her breath. As she was running down the hall to her room she ran right into the sweaty, muscled chest of her brother, Kakarott.

"Whoa, there!" Kakarott gasped grabbing Bulma's shoulders. "What's the rush?" he asked. "I have a date tonight, and I'm running late!" Bulma gasped out of breath from her mad dash from the lab to the house, "Now will you please remove your grubby hands from my shoulders."

"With who?" Kakarott asked arching an eyebrow, ignoring her request to remove his hands. "I am only dirty from training, what is the big deal?" Kakarott pouts, leaning closer to his sister.

Bulma always forgot how sensitive Kakarott got if she didn't make it obviously clear she was joking with him. This time was a little different, she was already running late. "I am going out with Yamcha, if you must know…" She stated irritably, trying to free herself from Kakarott's grip so that she could take a shower.

"With one of the King's elite guard?" Kakarott asked surprised, releasing his sister in utter shock, "Let's just hope he doesn't take you to the palace, where the prince might notice you. You know how he is when he sees a third class citizen where he feels that they don't belong."

"Oh, Kakarott! You are just too protective of me sometimes! I can take care of myself," She smirked, "After all, it wasn't too long ago that I beat your ass into the ground. You left a big enough crater." Bulma stated while flicking the end of Kakarott's nose with her finger, her eyes showing her playful nature to her brother. Kakarott mockingly threw back his head moaning and staggered grabbing his nose pretending to be hurt.

"Yeah, that's because I let you win!" he exclaimed, still trying to look hurt and hide the laughter in his eyes.

"Oh, you wish," Bulma glared at her twin, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Now, will you let me by so that I can get ready?" She asked with her hands going to her hips and her tail snapping back and forth to show how agitated she was becoming. She could smell the dinner their mother had begun to prepare and knew it would only be seconds before Kakarott smelled it too and she would be free of him.

"Ok, Ok! I give up! This time..." Kakarott laughed with hands in the air in mock surrender. He then turned finally catching the scent of the dinner that was being prepared in the kitchen. Drool started to form at the corners of his mouth as he seemed to float right by Bulma down the hallway to his destination. Bulma could only stare down the hallway after her brother shaking her head, 'That boy and his appetite, I wonder how our parents were ever able to take care of the four of us.'

Bulma humphed spun around continuing down the hallway. As she reached the bathroom door she could hear the vacuum of her brother's mouth inhaling all the food that had been prepared as he answered their father's question as to where she was. A mumbled 'Bulma… mmm… Date…' was all she heard from her brother's mouth. She slammed the door to the bathroom all the while muttering about what she would like to do to her brother. The most unpleasant things she could short of killing him. Bulma grinned suddenly and said, "I would just love to pound him into the ground like last week when we were sparring!" rubbing her hand together wickedly. She then turned and got into the shower, letting the warm water ease the tension in her back.

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A hour later, Bulma descended from her upstairs bedroom in a new low cut dress in a soft purple. Her tail wrapped around her waist. The soft blue color, accentuating the dress and her very tiny waist.

Bulma steps into the kitchen, where dinner was just finishing. Everyone looked up to her and a shocked silence fell over the room.

"Nani?!" she asks starting to feel defensive, her ki rising.

Her mother beamed a smile and ran over, giving Bulma a hug saying, "Nothing sweetheart, it just took us by surprise how nice you look."

Bulma blushed. "Oh, Mom! I've dressed up like this before," Bulma whispered, ducking her head in embarrassment.

"I know dear. It just took us by surprise to see how grown up you look," her mother soothed, patting Bulma's hair down her back.

Bulma cleared her throat, "Well, we are almost 21 years old." She said motioning to Kakarott.

"That's right!" her father boomed. "It's almost time for you two to find mates!"

The kitchen fell silent for all of two seconds before everyone started talking at once. "B…But father!" Bulma stammered.

"Dad!" Kakarott yelled.

"Dear?" her mother inquired.

Bardock let the noise continue for a few moments before roaring, "SILENCE!!!" He waited until everyone had grown silent before he continued.

"It clearly states in the law that all third class citizens be bonded no later than 6 months after their 21st birthday, or the penalty is enslavement on conquered planets." Bardock took a breath to continue but was interrupted by Bulma, "Yes, father we know the law, but I don't have to like it. It just doesn't seem fair that the law punishes everyone but the royal family."

"What if I never want to be bonded?" she pouted. Bulma glared at the astonished faces of her family. Even Goku had a look of astonishment on his face and those were hard to come by with him. Bulma wished she had had a camera at that moment.

"Oh dear!" Her mother gasped, a hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide. Bardock slammed his fist to the table, shattering it instantly as he stood from his chair.

"Bite your tongue, girl!" her father thundered, starting to go red in the face.

"First of all, the Royal Family makes the laws to protect our race and to ensure future generations of our people. Second, I am your father and while you are under my roof you will do as I say." His voice had grown calmer as he spoke. Bulma knew that she had crossed over some invisible line, but she was too angry to care all that much. She wanted to make her point known. She stared defiantly at her father letting her ki expand and start to fill the room. Her father met her by letting his ki rise as well. It was not long at all, till the room was so full of energy it was suffocating and causing some minor structural damage.

Bulma and her father continued to glare at each other and the tension continued to build. The doorbell rang announcing that Yamcha had arrived to pick up Bulma for their date. The energy slowly started to subside as her mother went to answer the door.

Bulma's mother escorted Yamcha into the kitchen. Yamcha could sense the remaining ki lingering in the room, and put his defenses on. Last thing he wanted was to get himself killed over some third-class female.

When he caught his first glimpse of her his jaw dropped, he had never seen her look so… beautiful. Her blue hair was flowing down her powerful back, the slightly curled, the tips glancing her tail of the same color. It was such a strange color, her hair, the color of blue was almost unnatural. It was the mark of a third class female, a different color of fur than that of the black of royalty.

The purple dress, obviously hand made, offset the color of her tail exposing the curves of her body more than any of the black suits that she had worn before had. She turned to him, smiling. She was wearing a shade of lip-gloss that accentuated the curve of her lips. He had never noticed her eyes that much but whatever she had done tonight to get ready for this date brought out the blue that melted Yamcha's heart, and made other parts of him stronger than his whole body could ever be. He politely wiped some drool from his chin.

'What should I have expected? I asked her to dress up for me,' he thought, regretting taking that initiative. Her father looked up from the intense glare at his daughter to acknowledge him. Yamcha shifted his stance to hide his growing excitement at the site of Bulma.

Bardock walked over and offered Yamcha his hand in greeting, all the while looking at Bulma. Her father's look said that they were no where near being through with their conversation. Bulma grabbed her bag and Yamcha's arm stating, "Let's go." Yamcha hesitated a minute, "Oooh Kay, let's go. Have a good evening folks." He waved, as he was being drug out the door.