Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Princess WHO of WHERE?!? ❯ Where It All Began ( Prologue )

********************Hello my faithful readers. In case you didn't notice, my story got deleted. No, I don't know where it went and ff.net support services don't seem to be too forthcoming with an answer (sigh), so all I can do is repost the story. I'll put up a chapter probably every other day. Feel free to re-review if you've already read the story, or if you're a new reader, be sure to leave a review anyway. Maybe I'll be able to get back up to my precious 183 reviews.

I'M SO SAD!!!!!!!!!

MY REVIEWS ARE GONE!!!!!

I'VE TRIED SO HARD TO WRITE A HALFWAY DECENT STORY AND FF.NET TOOK THEM ALL AWAY!!!!!

Okay, I just needed to get that out. Alright, now I know you guys won't disappoint me, especially since I rewrote some scenes and added new ones.

Didn't think I would, did ja?

I kind of wanted to do it anyway, but I wanted to get the story finished for those who are anxious for the ending. On the other hand I wanted to go back and rewrite because I am so JEALOUS that people like Camaro (`Dark Angel') get their reviews so effortlessly. I mean, she's got like 500 reviews!

Okay, I'm getting off the subject again. Just read the fic or at least glance at it if you've read it before to see the changes. I realized in later chapters that there were some things that I should have explained better earlier, so here was my chance to fix it.

Thanx! Luv u guys!

saiyankiyse

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Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at a fanfic and I hope you like it. This is a Bulma/Vegeta story because I kinda get grossed out thinking about any other DBZ characters in an NC-17 situation. I know that sounds silly, but anyway…

This story is actually been adapted from another story I wrote about totally different people, in a totally different place, but I thought it would be good as a B/V A/U. I don't want any complaints about how people are behaving or how I've "altered" characters abilities or anything else. If you don't like it, don't read it. I repeat THIS IS AN A/U!!!!! Now, for the first time ever, I gladly present…………

Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I almost forgot about this stupid thing……I don't own DBZ, or any else even remotely related, yadda, yadda, yadda……

OH NO I DON'T HAVE TITLE!!!!!!!!

On the world of Kylaria thrived many distinctively different peoples. Most of the world's landmasses separated by large bodies of water the either could not be crossed or were chosen not to be crossed. On one such land lived a mighty race of warriors of the fiercest kind for they were not ordinary people, but of the kind who were very much of the wild. These people had long ago evolved from the beasts of the forest into civilized humans. However, during this evolution they did not discard their bestial forms, but learned to revert to them at will. And so they became a race of shape shifters, which ranged from creatures of all kinds. Each creature was limited from its true form to its human one, except for one. There was a line that was able to shift to the form of any creature. An ability developed over the years through careful breeding. It was from these few that the Royal Family came about. They were the fiercest warriors, the swiftest hunters, and the most intelligent humans. For many thousands of years, they lived in peace, until those came who believed they were better than Royal Family. A battle soon began and though the current King and Queen were the most beloved in all of their history, there were still those who thought they could rule the kingdom better. And so our story begins with our king preparing to return to the battlefront after the birth of the Heir.

"Please my love, I beg you do not leave us!", the blue-haired beauty pleaded to the handsome warrior. "I truly fear for your safety if you return to battle!" Though she desperately wanted to cry she would at least not show the weakness of tears. She had been having nightmares for weeks that if her husband returned to fight in the war that had been ravaging their borders for the past few months that this time he would not return. She wouldn't tell him about the dream though. He would just dismiss it as a female's hysterics from all the hormones from the pregnancy.

"I have already told a thousand times that everything will be fine. Have not our own people declared me the strongest of our warriors?" The man told her in an effort to comfort her. His clear, silver eyes regarded her hopelessly. He knew that his mate wouldn't be satisfied unless he stayed, and that he could not do.

"That's only because I cannot go. You know that if I had not been expecting our child that it would have been me and not you out there!" The females of their people were the greatest warriors. Kylarian Queens were known to be the fiercest and most skilled warriors. It was the Queen who was primary ruler of the kingdom and it was through the daughters that everything was inherited. "I wish that this stupid was had happened at some other time!"

The king's blue-black ears were perked forward in concern. He didn't want her to further indulge in a fit of temper and sought to soothe her. The queen's short temper was already infamous, though her reign had only spanned half a millennia. The king could not understand why she was so upset. She knew that he was extremely competent and would make sure that the war was decided in their favor. Being a typical male he didn't take her seriously because he thought she was still worked up from all the extra hormones left over from being pregnant, it was either that or one other thing…………

"If you are upset because I will not be here for our daughter's Naming Day, then you should calm yourself. You know that you do not truly need me here. The king is only present for show. You'll be the one doing everything important while I just stand there and smile and smile and smile some more until my face hurts. However, I do want to be present if I can. This is our first child and I do not want to miss it. If I have to use Instant Transmission to get here I will."

The queen was not really satisfied with that at all. While it was true that she wanted her mate here for something as important as their daughter's Naming Day, it wasn't the only, or even the most important reason that she wanted him to stay. She really didn't want to give up the argument. Ordinarily, an argument of this kind of importance would have lasted for hours, but being that she had only just an hour ago delivered the kingdom's next queen, she was completely and totally exhausted and even now felt the last of her energy slipping from her.

She sighed and just laid back down, feeling her eyes growing heavier after each passing moment. "Just be sure to return to me………to us."

She reached out to brush away a lock of hair that threatened to obscure his eyes. His hair was as soft as silk and as dark as a raven's wing. Normally, he kept it tied back away from his face, but today it hung free, reaching a little past his shoulders. The females of the Kylarian court often sighed with envy that the queen had such a mate and many wished that they hadn't chosen to mate for life. Most Kylarians did, but in no way was it required. A fair number of Kylaria's population changed mates every year or at least until they produced young. The pair would then part ways amicably after coming to an agreement on how to provide for their young until they could make it on their own.

"You know I will. Nothing could ever tear me away from the women I love." And with that he leaned over and kissed her forehead and after pulling back to look at her, he saw that she had already fallen asleep. He kissed her again before getting up from the edge of the bed and walking over to the cradle of their daughter who was being watched over by a female so ancient that she had done the same service for the queen's grandmother. He watched the tiny infant sleep with her hands fisted and her small, sharply pointed ears laid flat against her head. At birth, the Royal Family Pattern stood out in sharp relief to the rest of her softly, downy coat. Her aqua blue down would soon shed to the velvety fur that would cloak her for the rest of her life. Not many doubted that she would acquire her mother's aqua blue hair and even deeper blue stripes that denoted one as having royal blood. It had been quite a debate whether the cub, who as then hadn't been born, would take on its sire's dark handsomeness or its mother's exotic beauty. He looked to the old female, who even now rocked the cub's cradle gently with the tip of her own tail. "Baba, keep the both of them safe while I am gone."

The ancient female nodded her head slightly. Her thinning white hair tied away from her face with a scarf of traditional Royal Family colors of green and gold. Her clothing was the same as any other servant's. She wore coarse spun full length brown skirt with a slightly lighter top was as immaculate as ever. Baba cackled softly, "You know that I could do no less, Your Highness. They were in my care long before they were in yours, so I know what needs doing. I would lay down my life for either of them."

His mate and child could have no more faithful servant than her. He felt he left them in the best possible care. He turned away with his cloak and tail swishing behind him and left without looking back, knowing he would not go if he did so, he would not be able to leave.

*********One Week Later*********

"Oh, Baba, look! She's smiling!" The young queen held her tiny cub in the air above her, much to the child's delight.

"Indeed she is, my lady." Baba replied with the look of a proud grandmother. "She will be a great beauty, just like her mother and her grandmother before her." She smiled at the young queen who she had given so much of her time to raise. Her mother, the previous queen, hadn't much time to spend with her daughter because of the overwhelming duties. That had left Baba, who had no children of her own, to care for the girl. All of her love and hard work paid off. The female who stood beside her was kind-hearted, fair, and exceedingly wise for one so young. Actually, the only thing that could be said negatively of the queen was that she possessed a short and fierce temper. However, she seemed to be able to save it for those who irked her most. Rumors of her beauty had drawn more competitors to the Suitor's Tournament than ever known. Even with the Tournament against her, she had managed to choose an excellent mate, who of course, won the tournament. And now, 500 years into their reign, the two had brought forth the perfect, little angel who had bred true into her mother's good looks.

Now though, the queen was all smiles and laughter. She glowed in the sun-drenched nursery. She was gowned in a cream colored velvet with gold lace underskirts peeking out from beneath the hem. More of the same lace bordered the edge of the low, square neckline. The puffed sleeves were slashed to show more gold. She hugged her cub close, the love radiating from them like warmth from the sun.

The queen smiled brightly pleased with the compliment from her old nurse. "Honestly, Baba! You need to stop filling my head with such things or soon I will not be able to fit my head through even the great doors of the Throne Room."

"Well, I only tell you what is the truth, my lady. Even your own people believe it to be the truth. Have you seen how those that may are gathering below in the city?" The both walked out to balcony to watch just that. The city below was full of more activity than usual as every citizen who was not occupied by the battle going on at their borders had began arriving 2 days ago for the Naming Day of the new princess. The people below sparkled with color, light and sound. Occasionally, a winged creature would fly pass the balcony offering their congratulations. The queen thanked all the passersby, while the infant princess just gurgled and cooed at them. Soon all the `excitement' wore out the little one out and she fell asleep, her little tail wrapped around her mother's wrist. Her mother and nurse returned inside after they, too, tired of watching and placed the cub back in her cradle.

"I hope she has a happy life, Baba." The queen said as she looked at her sleeping child. For some reason, she began to have an ill feeling again, but couldn't place her finger on why. She walked over to her old nurse, who had already sat to rest herself. Baba looked very, very old and worn out at that moment. She had raised two queens in her lifetime and may possibly live long enough to raise another. The queen had repeatedly asked her to retire, but she wouldn't hear of it always using the excuse that no one could care for them better than she could. The nursery staff alone was almost as large as a small battalion. There were women who only bathed the infant, those who only fed her, those who only washed her napkins, those who fed her….it was infinite. Anything that the cub could possibly need was provided for, but Baba still insisted on being there and in truth, she was the one who directed the staff.

"I am sure she will with you and her sire to provide such good examples for her to follow. And someday, she will find her true love and marry him to rule after your graces step down."

The queen sighed. She hope that things would turn out that way, but then the feeling that something bad was going to happen struck her again. She decided to continue ignoring it, hoping it was nothing but the anxiety of being a new parent. "Baba, please go and rest. Send one of the other nurses in to watch over the baby while she is sleeping. "

"But, my lady, I assure you that I am fine. I am not tired at all, I-,"

"I won't hear it. Do not make me order you to go rest", the young queen told her sternly.

"Yes, my lady." said Baba. She bowed from the room and sent one of the younger nursemaids in with the infant princess. The queen was right. She was exhausted, but she would never admit it. This would be the last queen she would ever raise. She lived a very long and fulfilling life seeing more years of peace that most people could hope for. All would remain well, she was sure. She then went to her own room, which was not at all far from the Royal Nursery.

When the nursemaid arrived the queen left explicit directions with her to come fetch her when the cub awakened. She then walked down the hall in the opposite direction Baba had taken to the Royal Apartments. She really hated sleeping alone in that large bed, but she knew she needed to rest as well. She really missed her mate and she was hoping that he would be able to come home for their child's Naming Day tomorrow.

The guard standing at the door to the Royal Apartments was male. Raven, the female who normally held that place, had gone with her mate to fight. The young male was attentive and saluted the queen sharply before opening the door to the chamber within.

The queen locked the door behind her and just stood there staring at the room blankly. The usual shades of green and gold greeted her in the sitting room. From the pale gold of the walls to the forest green brocade curtains framing the windows of the balcony to the greenwood tables inlaid with designs of pure gold mined right here in Kylaria, absolutely everything around her reminded her of the duty she had to her people. She would have given anything to born into a simple life. As long as she had her mate and her cub, there would be no need for the excessive opulence that surrounded her day and night.

At a loss for anything else to do, she sought her private journal and sat down at her small writing desk to record her thoughts of the past few days. With all of the excitement stemming from the birth of the Heir, she had been waking earlier than usual to feed her infant daughter and spend some time with her before she had to deal with her Councilors and Audiences for the day. She penned her happiness of becoming a mother, her frustration of having an absent mate, not to mention the reason of his absence. She described the plans for her daughter's Naming Day ceremony and finally ended the entry with the name she had chosen. She had spent her entire pregnancy considering male and female names, but knew she would have to wait for the cub's appearance to make a final decision. And following tradition, she hadn't told a soul what she had chosen.

She closed the goldenhide bound journal, satisfied, and found that she too could use a short nap. All too soon, someone would come requesting to see her over some ridiculously small matter. She decided on sleeping on one of the more comfortable looking couches in the sitting room. It was there that she fell asleep having disturbing dreams all afternoon.

*********Three Hours Later*********

The queen awoke to a furious pounding at her door. She rubbed at her eyes and went to the door as quickly as she could manage wondering what in the world could be so important for someone to cause such a racket. Just as she was about to open, she was overwhelmed by the feeling of dread that she had been having for the past week. It froze her in place for a moment and was only broken out of it by more banging on the door and people calling out to her.

"HIGHNESS!!! YOUR HIGHNESS!!!! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!!! The guards at the door yelled out to her.

She unlocked the door and snatched it open as fast as she could manage. "What is it? What's going on?"

"Your Highness, the palace is being attacked! We don't know how they got here so quickly, but with so many out at the battlefront it will be a matter of moments before they get inside! We must hurry and get you and the princess out of here to safety!" he reported to her from a kneeled position, nearly shaking from his all too palpable fear and anxiety.

"I don't understand how this could have happened? Why were we not alerted sooner?" She almost panicked, but knew she couldn't. She had to hold herself together and lead her people through this. Her first thought, though, was of her child. "My baby! Where's my baby? Tell me they haven't penetrated this far yet?" Just then there was a large crash from somewhere inside the palace.

"My lady we must hurry! It sounds as if they have broken down the great doors at the entrance! We must hurry!" and with that he unceremoniously began pulling the queen down the hall to the Royal Nursery, but it was then that she finally got her head together and she pulled out of his grasp and quickly surpassed him in reaching the nursery, her swishing skirts the only sounds of her passing. She bust in the doors to a room full of guards and cowering maids. After the guard who fetched her came in the room she slammed the doors shut behind him and began to barricade the doors easily moving furniture that an ordinary human woman of her stature would never be able to push, much less lift and toss at the door.

"Quickly! We must keep them from getting in here! Barricade the doors!" Finally after getting some exact directions everyone began doing as the queen was and it was none too soon for the very pounding they heard coming from outside was soon at the nursery doors.

"We must defend the Queen and Princess!" The commander of the guards shouted. "We must have a team to get them out as well as one to defend here! I must have volunteers quickly for we don't have much time until they break through these doors!" And at that very moment some of the furniture barricading the doors began to splinter.

"NO!!!! I will remain here to personally lead you!!!" Many of the people in the room protested loudly, but the queen cut that off quickly. "SILENCE!! YOU WILL DO AS I COMMAND!" The queen then chose at that moment to rip off the elaborate skirts and petticoats she wore, baring her legs and showing her defiantly swishing tail that was covered by fur the same color as her hair. "We will protect the Princess! Baba!"

The ancient nursemaid stepped forward holding the still sleeping infant who was blissfully unaware of all the noise going on around her. "Baba, I need you to do something for me."

"Anything, my lady. I live only to serve you." She bowed to the queen. The first time in the young queen's whole life that the elder woman truly showed subservience to her.

As calmly as possible she says, "I want you to take my daughter and go as far away from here as you possibly can. I know it has probably been many years since you have used Instant Transmission and that it may wear you incredibly, but I need to be sure that the both of you will be safe until this is over. You are the only one that I completely trust with a task such as this."

"But, I, ………. yes, my lady." She bowed to the queen again. She couldn't believe that the queen wanted such extreme measures taken, but then, she probably would have done the same thing under similar circumstances.

The nursery door at that moment edged open and their enemy began entering one by one and at a time. Guards and nursemaids unlike began taking on their natural forms facing the enemy without hesitation. The young queen quickly pulled Baba to the back of the nursery. "You must go quickly!" She looked down into her daughter's eyes that had only just opened. "Be safe, my little one." She kissed her forehead and began to pull herself away. The fight was pushing closer and closer. Their enemy being far more numerous than they were.

"My lady, what is her name?" Baba yelled over the noise of the battle being fought before her.

"Her name is- ", but that was all she got out before one got pass the others tore out to get a swipe at the queen. In the blink of an eye, the queen had transformed into her greatest form, that of the dragon. She shredded her attacker with little effort. The queen turned to Baba.

"GO!!!", she roared at her.

That was the last thing the young queen ever said to Baba as Baba disappeared with a small twinkling of light.

Okay. That was the end of the prologue. Please read and review. If I get a good response then I'll post another chapter. Thanx.

Actually, I'm going to post anyway as soon as I'm done reposting the next chapter. I'm going to aim for 2 chapters a day until I'm back up to 27, then everything will go back to the original speed. Please everyone, just have patience.