Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Princess WHO of WHERE?!? ❯ Guess Who's Coming to Visit? ( Chapter 12 )

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Bulma stared at the closed door wondering just who he thought he was. He couldn't make her do anything she didn't want to!

Instead of cleaning the already immaculate apartment, she decided to snoop around a little. The sitting room didn't look to hold anything of interest, so she immediately went to the bedroom. It was only a little after midday, surely she could find something juicy on `Lord' Vegeta before dinnertime.

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Vegeta began the descent from his tower, cursing himself a little for not flying down. Only reason he didn't was because he didn't want to give that female any ideas. He was sure that he was being more of an ass just because of her. The thought of her laughter this morning was enough to set his blood boiling. That she held his attention like no other was the only reason he hadn't had her beaten to death. While the idea of having her beaten briefly pleased him, he imagined she would live and recover just to spite him. No doubt she would also take her revenge.

Vegeta had only just entered his Father's harem, his Father's private chambers being on the other side. Some of the women called out to him as he walked through, trying to catch his attention in hopes that he would take them to his bed.

`They're fools, all of them,' he thought.

They didn't know if he were a clod in bed or if her was `insignificantly endowed'. No, all they knew was that he was the lord's son and he was surely the ticket to getting whatever they wanted. They didn't care to know HIM, only his position. They would bow at his feet and lick them if he told them to. None of them were like HER. He would be a great deal more interesting if they were.

Vegeta finally reached the doors to his Father's rooms and opened them without knocking. Since his Father was expecting him there should have been no need…..or so Vegeta thought.

His Father was within sitting in one of his favorite chairs, a plush, blue velvet affair, easily large enough to hold two men his Father's size comfortably. What annoyed Vegeta was the naked, silver-haired girl lying across his Father's lap. He did not have time to wait until his Father was finished with the wench.

Vegeta cleared his throat quite audibly. "You wanted to see me, Father?"

His Father was not at all surprised, the girl, however, let out an undignified squeak and practically fell out of his Father's lap. She quickly gathered up what little clothing she had been wearing previously. She began to leave, but not before she threw the young Vegeta a very flirtatious look. He merely glared back at her menacingly, which sent her scampering quickly out the door. Lord Vegeta laughed at his son, while his son turned the glare on his Father.

"Did you not know that I was coming, Father?"

Lord Vegeta's laughter subsided to chuckles. "Yes, yes, but she begged so prettily for a few moments of my time that I couldn't refuse."

"Hmph," was Vegeta's only response.

"Really, my son, you should take advantage of the fairer sexes' charms. It would surely wipe the perpetual scowl from your face."

Sometimes Vegeta couldn't believe that this man had truly sired him. He had been told that his Father had been a different man when his Mother was alive. His Mother had died after a hunting accident. He had never really known her, except from paintings and what others told him of her.

"Father, I don't have time for your whores."

Lord Vegeta laughed at his son's vehement dislike of his women. "So you say."

Vegeta had no comment. They talked about this all the time. He guessed that his Father just wanted to make sure that he liked women, so that when it came time, their line wouldn't die out. There was no daughter to carry on the maternal side, so Vegeta would have to do.

"You sent for me because……?" Vegeta asked, a little impatient to be gone from his Father's presence.

"Oh, yes. I just wanted to remind you that our yearly visitor will be here at the end of Spring."

Vegeta's face fell. "NO! I don't have time for this!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice," his Father got up from his seat and walked to a table where a pitcher and glass were sitting. He poured a dark, red liquid into the glass and drank deeply from it. He looked back to his son, not at all caring about his feelings on the subject. "As long as you put in an appearance at dinner, I do not care what you do."

"Yes, Father," he forced out. "May I now be excused?"

"Yes, yes go. And send the girl back in."

Vegeta left his Father's chambers disgusted. The silver-haired girl stood waiting outside the doors. She batted her eyes at him and quite artfully leaned forward to give Vegeta an unrestricted view of her very ample cleavage.

She lightly touched Vegeta's arm. "Has Lord Vegeta requested my return?" she purred.

Vegeta outright snarled at her, baring his teeth.

She recoiled in fear, thinking perhaps she had gone too far this time……but NO man had ever been able to resist her!

Was the wench a total idiot! He could kill her right now, or at least have her beaten for touching him. His Father would be displeased, but would find a replacement before the day's end. She disappeared quickly before he had a chance to do anything.

`Stupid and useless, all of them!'

His thoughts again turned to the blue-haired female in his room and how different she was from the others. WHY wasn't she like the others? Maybe a little exploration was in order. But first, he had some other duties to attend to, and he had an indefinite amount of time to learn all about his new `servant'.

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Bulma had already been through closets, chests, and armoires. She had looked under the bed, along the walls, and for loose floorboards, but she couldn't find anything vaguely interesting. Everything here was pretty much the same as any other male's room she had been in.

She flopped down on the bed disappointed, looking to the canopy above. "Does he leave ANYTHING interesting laying around?" Bulma said studying the patterns of blue and green above. It was then that she noticed a weird crease in the canopy, near one of the posts at the head of the bed. It looked as if something was weighing down that portion of the canopy, creating a vaguely rectangular shape.

"What have we here?"

Bulma flipped over, feet first to land on the opposite side of the bed.

"Hmm…..looks like I'll have to climb." She grabbed the post and gave it a good shake. "Nice and sturdy," she said, grinning to herself. The eight-foot climb to the top was an easy one, even without her claws. When she got to the top, she was amazed at the lack of dust and even more amazed by the book that she found lying on top of the canopy.

"Looks like I've found someone's journal," Bulma grinned devilishly. "What better way to learn about someone, than to read their inner most private thoughts." She seized the dark, leather bound journal and held it to her chest as she slid back down the bedpost. The look of evil glee on her face would've convinced anyone that her intentions weren't pure.

She sat back on the bed to get comfortable before reading. She laid the book in her lap and just admired the outside of it for a moment. The leather that it was bound with was nearly golden and Bulma wondered what sort of creature had a hide this color. It was plain except for a huge sapphire on the front of it, which seemed to serve as a clasp if one was to take into account the strap that was connected to it. Bulma tried to unlatch it, but it wouldn't pull free. She briefly thought of cutting the strap, but between not wanting Vegeta to find out someone had been reading it and just not wanting to destroy the excellent craftsmanship of it, she decided not to. After prying at it using various methods, she became discouraged and was beginning to settle on the thought that maybe it just wasn't meant for her to read. She put the book on her lap.

`So much for my investigating skills,' Bulma sighed. She placed both palms on the book, one of them over the huge gem, and sighed again in disappointment. Bulma was suddenly frozen in place and a weird, tingly feeling passed over her from head to toe and back again. She didn't know how long she was sitting there, but it felt like an eternity. The freedom to move came back suddenly and she jumped up from her seat nearly dropping the book. She caught it one-handed by the front cover.

`The front cover!' Bulma thought.

At some point the book had unlocked and Bulma had held onto the front cover with the pages and back cover hanging down.

`It's open!' She quickly sat back down and opened the book to its first page…..and was very, very disappointed. She couldn't read it, not a single word. The handwriting was very elegant with its loops and curls, but it was in some other language.

`I suppose this is the Kylarian written language,' she thought to herself, while flipping through the pages, hoping there was something she would understand. She was about half way through the book before she got to the last page that was written on. It only had a few lines on it before it stopped and in the middle of the page there appeared to be one single word. Not that Bulma knew what that word was, or even if it was a word, but that's what it looked like.

She blew out in disgust. `So much for my afternoon.' There was then a knock at the outer door. Surprised, Bulma climbed up the post, replaced the book, and was back down before she heard the door open. She scurried into the front room to see who had entered and to make sure they didn't know what she was about.

Bulma was surprised to see little Mia, the same young girl who had helped to bathe her earlier.

"Mia, what are you doing here?"

"The same could be asked of you, miss? I thought you were in Lord Vegeta's harem?" she asked confused.

"I was. It's a long story. What can I help you with? Vegeta has made me his personal servant, so from now on I'll be responsible for rooms. He doesn't want anyone other than me in here when he's not around."

"I usually come up here every few days to take Master Vegeta's dirty clothing down to the laundry."

"Oh, that's great, I mean its not great you have to get his laundry, its just great that you …..um, never mind. From now on, he wants me to take care of his laundry and cleaning his rooms and fetching his meals and various other ridiculous tasks," Bulma told her thinking of the incredibly dirty and battered armor Vegeta wanted her to clean.

"That's wonderful! That means I won't have to come up here anymore. I swear, Master Vegeta positively scares me! Sometimes I feel like he's going to pounce on me at any moment. Whenever I'm here, he just stares never saying anything."

Bulma snorted in derision. "He's nothing to worry about."

Mia looked at Bulma with wide eyes. "If you say so, miss, but I'll just keep my distance, if you please."

"Whatever," Bulma said. "Hey! I don't suppose you could show me around?"

"Of course I can, miss! Just tell me where you would like to go and I'll take you there."

"Great! And please call me Bulma."

"Sure, Bulma. Where would you like to go first?"

"Well, since you came for the laundry, why don't we start there?"

"Okay!" the little girl responded cheerfully. "Come on. First, I'll show you where he leaves his dirties at." The girl led Bulma into the bedroom to a trunk next to the armoire. Mia opened it to reveal some quite dirty and smelly clothing. "Here's where he normally puts everything. If there's anything else, it's usually just on the floor. Here," she said, picking up a sack off the floor that Bulma hadn't noticed before. "We'll just put everything in here and carry it down." They filled the bag quickly, no wanting to inhale the noxious odors. "Okay, lets go."

Bulma followed the little girl down the tower stairs. They passed a few other doors on the way down, but there was an unused smell to them.

"Mia, does anyone else live in this tower besides Vegeta?"

"Oh no! He's very fanatical about his privacy and declared the other rooms off limits."

"He takes his personal space to the extreme, I guess?"

Mia giggled. They came to the bottom of the tower and began the usual indirect course to anywhere in this place. Mia was mentioning what they were passing as they went, which Bulma stored away for future use. She made sure to remember every turn, so she would be able to do this on her own next time.

"We're here," Mia announced just as Bulma began to feel the increasing humidity. They passed through a steamy portal to a room Bulma had already become familiar with. The room was filled with a bunch of the same brawny women from before, but Bulma didn't see the one who had bathed her before. Mia walked up to a particular woman. This one was as big as the rest, but with midnight black hair, much like Chi Chi's.

"Bulma, this is Saravia. Saravia, this is Bulma. From now on, she'll bring you Master Vegeta's things to you."

The large woman nodded brusquely to Bulma and held her hand out. At first, Bulma thought she wanted to shake hands, but then she realized that the woman wanted the dirty clothes. Bulma handed over the sack and the woman nodded to her again.

"Tomorrow then," Saravia stated and walked off to disappear into the steam.

"Come on," Mia said tugging at Bulma's sleeve. Bulma followed her until they were a decent distance away from the hot, sticky air. "Where do you want to go next?"

"Show me how to get back to the harem."

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What does Bulma want to go back in the harem for? And who's coming to visit that Vegeta's so pissed?

Find out next time on "Princess WHO of WHERE?"