Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost on a Dream Afar ❯ Principles of Enslavement ( Chapter 8 )

Lost on a Dream afar…

By Crazy Chi Chi

A/N: Welcome to the 8th chapter of LOADA. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 8

The principlesof enslavement

Practically beaming at the mirror, Bulma smiled as Mamu helped her put on a pair of diamond studded shoes. The rouge dress fit her to a T as she turned around in it, flaring the bottom. "This is so wonderful!" She exclaimed, "I've never seen a better dress that fits me!"

"Yes," Replied Mamu, grinning up at her. "This is a perfect dress for you, Miss Bulma."

There was a knock at the door, and another Saiya-jin Guard walked in and motioned to Mamu. Turning to the Guard, Mamu and him began to talk in low voices, glancing once or twice at Bulma.

"Okay. I'll do it." Finished Mamu as the guard hurried out the door. Turning to Bulma, she tried to smile, tears slowly falling down her face.

"What's wrong?" Asked Bulma walking up to the woman. "Is something the matter?"

"Yes, indeed, " she replied, wiping away her tears. "Our King has passed away suddenly."

"I'm sorry…" Bulma tried to find the right words for comfort, but to no avail. "Does Vegeta know?'

"Of course." Sniffled Mamu. "I was told he was with the King the moment he passed. Its as if the King had waited for him. To say goodbye, I believe…"

He couldn't face it; he was livid with the thought of his only parent passing away. Alone, dejected, confused; he felt all of these unfamiliar emotions burst into his soul. His becoming into adulthood meant nothing to him, he was desperate to talk to somebody, almost anybody.

Bulma. He hadn't talked to her since they had boarded the King's ship and he had almost forgotten her. Maybe I should go see her…

Strutting about in the dress, Bulma laughed with glee. The universe must be so wonderful! Look at these dresses, the jewelry! Simply amazing! Finally plopping down next to the full-scale mirror, she decided to catch her breath.

Manu stared at the Chikyu-jin with a emphasis of forgiveness. The shock of the Prince returning, the King's death and guardianship over this youngster had impacted her severely. . She has to be about the same age as Vegeta-sama. She mused, rubbing her head. I wonder what planet the no Ouji conquered to find such a beautiful girl such as Bulma.

There was a gentle rasp on the door and before Bulma could answer it, she heard the door open with a start. The sound of boots treading upon carpet was unearthly. Turning she saw Vegeta, standing there glum as he could be, in that ugly spandex materiel. I ought to find out what the materiel is made of… Thinking, she blushed, "He looks really cute in it…

"Vegeta - sama!" Exclaimed Manu, bowing. Bulma watched her movements: The slight postures and appearance, the avoidance of eye contact, and Manu's submissiveness.

"You may leave." He was not in the mood to chat, and you could tell by the frown on his face. Manu bowed again and ran out, looking behind her once.

Looking down at Bulma, he was awestruck by the dress. It was so familiar, so serene that it tickled his innards. Where have I seen this dress?

"Vegeta!" Bulma smiled, struggling to get up. The dress was so long that she easily tripped, falling backwards. "Ahhh!" She yelped.

Instantly, Vegeta grabbed her by the arm, helping her up. "Not used to this type of clothing?" Smirking he pushed her away, watching in delight as she flopped over like a captured fish. For the first time in like forever, he laughed.

Looking up at him, Bulma was amazed that he could laugh in such situations as horrendous as the death of his father and his troubled kingdom. Will Vegeta become King? She pondered, sitting there, I wonder what he has to go through for the coronation…

"Get up!" Smirking Vegeta grabbed her by the hand again, and tossed her up into the air. Screaming, Bulma felt as though she was about to die. Closing her eyes, she felt herself land on something. Opening her eyes, she looked at around and noticed that she had landed in a chair. Grinning, Vegeta walked over. "Now you won't fall over, onna."

"Stop calling me that!" She cried out, crossing her small arms.

"I can call you whatever I please!" Vegeta snapped, "I am a Prince, I do not take orders from you."

"Fine, if that's how you want to play this game, I better be going." Lifting her nose, she turned.

He enjoyed verbally sparing with her. For the last weeks, the arguing had pleased him mentally. "Do you want to know what I said about you to my men?"

""Tell me then!" said Bulma, turning back. "Probably claimed me as your dog, right?"

"Whoa! You're close!" Sneered Vegeta no Ouji, rubbing his hands together. "I actually claimed you as my captive."

"Yay! I'm the damsel in distress, captured by the evil barbarians!" She dramatized. "Woe is I!"

"Hmpf." Vegeta grunted, crossing his arms. "You keep acting like this, I will throw you to my men, slave."

"Slave?" Bulma yelled, causing him to flinch. "I'm a SLAVE?" Launching her self at him, grabbing him by the collar, she screamed, "Vegeta, how could you!"

Growling Vegeta fought the urge to smack her away, yet her scent was so intriguing, not like any other female he had known. The touch of lavender was overwhelming as he backed away, Bulma still clinging. "My reputation would have been destroyed if I had called you anything else. Besides," backing even more, his innards roused, he growled again. "I told them to treat you with high respect!"

"That's all?" She let go, and shoved him away, causing him to fall over onto the bed. "I better have not of come all the way out here to serve you!"

Grumbling, staring upwards, Vegeta smirked. "Sitting up, he grabbed her by the hand and filled her over him, causing her to land behind her. "That makes two of us." He growled. Turning, he crawled up towards her, pinning her down slightly. I think I like you, onna…

"Hey!" Bulma gasped, looking into his deep black eyes, trying to catch her breath. He smirked back, running a hand through her long wisps of azure hair. Staring at him, she couldn't see the cold soul he put out, the evil demeanor within as her dad had said. He's not insane! Well, maybe a little crazy…"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"And that's?" He questioned, engulfing himself in her scent. Mmm…. This is so good…I don't want it to go away…

"I don-" She stopped as he reached down and nibbled on her lip. Parting, Bulma stared at him, shocked. "You actually kissed me!" She exclaimed, practically almost ruining the moment. Flabbergasted, Bulma reached up, slowly, to touch his face. Ohhh…. He's tense! She thought, caressing his temples. Maybe its-

There was a knock at the door.

Leaping off Bulma, collecting himself, Vegeta No Ouji growled unenthusiastically towards her. "Compose yourself!" He snarled, at her, as if he had switched personalities totally.

Sighing, Bulma sat up, rubbing her head. As she was parting her hair in an organized fashion, the door opened, allowing one of the guards to come in, saluting to Vegeta, then taking to him in that damned Saiya-jin Language.

What is going on? She pondered scratching her head. Oh these interruptions! Walking up towards Vegeta, she grinned towards the guard, and studied his face. Scarred and weary, it was obviously that this Saiya-jin was a weathered warrior. Looking up to his eyes, she could see that they were brown - and gorgeous. Unlike Vegeta and the others we had tall and lean, and looked quite friendly. That was when she noticed him staring back at her, with even a wink! Vegeta obviously wasn't looking, of course, instead launching himself into a fury of Saiya-go. Gesturing towards the lanky Saiya-jin, he pointing towards the door, as if the guard wasn't welcome.

But this guard was persistent and without a word, he went up to her, reaching out a hand. His eyes seemed to smile from his soul, and when she took his hand, she felt a warmth like no other. His scouter beeped, and he began to talk through the translator: "Hello, my name is Kakarotto, nice to meet you."

Smiling her perfect smile, she shook his hand with joy. "My name is Bulma, you're the first Saiya-jin that's nice."

She could hear Vegeta growling from behind and Kakarotto turned, bowing apologetically to him then turned and went silently out the door, winking at her once more. Wow, what a nice guy!

As the door closed, Vegeta pouted, collapsing in one of the velvet chairs. "What's wrong?" Bulma asked, walking over.

"I've been reminded the rules of my coronation to the throne." He spoke, rubbing his tense temples. "As with all rules of my empire, they demand I have a mate."

"A WHAT!?" She exclaimed, looking at him. "You're only 13!"

"So?" He replied sadly.

She could tell he was still pouting about it and walked over, with a comforting arm. "Is this a `your choice' or a arranged combination?"

"My choice of mate," he replied, looking up at her. "I am 13! This is disgusting!"

"Girls scare you, eh?" Bulma couldn't hold it back.

"No, it's not that." Vegeta no Ouji sighed. "It's the whole ritual and such. I've seen one of my cousins go through it and it's just wrong!"

"Ah...Good excuse." She commented, staring down at her feet.

Where the hell is Freeza? Vegeta mused. He'll be practically google eyed about this one….

A/N: Where is freeza? And what will Vegeta do about his predicament? Also there's going to be some kidnapping in the chapters to come… and a whole lot of aging.

Next time on LOADA!

Next Chapter: Dreams revisited

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