Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Princess WHO of WHERE?!? ❯ Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Kylarian ( Chapter 19 )

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DISCLAIMER: I'm tired of doing these things……………..i don't own dbz.

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Goku almost passed out from sheer relief when he saw the greenery break the desolation ahead. He had left the caravan a little over two weeks ago. The horse he had died from the heat and the lack of water a few days ago. He was forced to walk on foot ever since. The sun didn't at all lighten up, if anything it seemed to blaze even harder. He had run out of water at the same time as the horse so he wasn't it too much better shape than it was. Even now, he didn't know how his body kept going. The first few weeks out with the caravan hadn't seemed so bad. He had quickly adjusted himself to the extreme heat by convincing himself that it was perfectly normal, but now he was sure that it was only his will that kept him going. He didn't know where he was or even if he was going in the right direction. Only the need for shelter and water kept him going.

He stumbled the last few miles to the fields he saw and promptly passed out. Luckily for him someone saw him. It was a woman and she crept up to him to see if he was dead. She put her fingers to his neck to feel his pulse and felt it still beating though his skin felt like it was on fire when she touched him. She wondered who he was. He didn't look like any male she knew. She grabbed one of his arms and struggled to flip him over.

`My, he's handsome,' she thought. Even with all the dirt and grime and tattered clothing, she was still impressed with his looks. `Why he's a lot bigger and cuter than Master Vegeta. Maybe I should help him?'

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It was just after the noon meal when Bulma's stomach began to groan and churn wildly. She stopped briefly to rub it hoping to perhaps calm it. She had snuck a chicken from the hen house to days ago, but being that she was nearly starving it did nothing for her appetite. The only good things going for her were that no one had tried stopping her from training with Vegeta's men and that her days were Valeria free.

Not that she expected the annoying female to show up at the sparring sessions, but the harem's bathing rooms remained without her presence since their first meeting.

Unfortunately, it wasn't going to remain that way.

Bulma stopped in the middle of the courtyard to continue rubbing her complaining stomach. Little did she know that she wasn't out there alone. She found out when she was nearly knocked over.

"Hey!" Bulma yelled. "Watch where you're going!"

"Me? I think you should watch where YOU are going!" replied an irritatingly familiar voice.

Bulma turned to her clumsy assailant, not at all surprised to see Valeria picking herself up off the ground. She began dusting off the rose colored skirts. Bulma wondered if her day could possibly get any worse.

When Valeria cleaned herself to her satisfaction, she looked to see who she had bumped into.

"YOU!" she hissed.

Bulma looked her up and down, not giving a damn who this girl THOUGHT she was. "Yeah. It's me. What about it?" Bulma said.

"You will not take that tone of voice with me! I shall have you beaten. You're nothing but a lowly whore!" Valeria yelled.

"Oh, really? Well I'm glad you know so much about me, `my lady'," Bulma said mockingly. She didn't care what kind of names the girl called her and was filled with energy as she decided to shut the girl's mouth once and for all.

"I am going to inform Lord Vegeta of his ill mannered servant right this moment!" Valeria spun quickly in a swirl of skirts, but Bulma grabbed her arm and snapped her back around.

"Well, be sure to also tell Lord Vegeta that I kicked your ass!"

Bulma's right hand was already fisted and pulled back. It flew forward with no hesitation and connected with the smaller girl's nose. Valeria reeled back a few steps, but didn't fall this time. Her hands immediately went to her nose, her eyes were wide in shock and nearly crossed trying to assess the damage to her face.

"My………my nose. You hit me!" she shrieked, which quickly drew everyone's attention to them.

Valeria removed her hands from her face which now had blood dripping down it from her nose onto her beautiful dress. Bulma looked down at her knuckles noticing they were lightly speckled with blood. She wiped them off on her tunic and inspected them again.

"Yes I did," Bulma said nonchalantly as if she did it everyday. "You're lucky I didn't break it." Bulma looked back at her. Valeria's face was now red with anger, her fists clenched at her sides. Bulma noticed this and grinned. Now things were getting interesting.

"Oh? Do you intend to do something about it? Does the spoiled baby want to hit the mean ol' servant girl?"

Bulma was intentionally working her up. She wanted to see if this girl was more than pretty dresses and empty headed smiles.

"Come on, then," Bulma said waving her forward. "I'll give you one free shot." Bulma turned her left cheek to her and pointed to it. "Come on. Right here."

Valeria finally let out a full fledged growl and rushed Bulma. Bulma readied herself for the blow…………and was sorely disappointed.

Valeria brought her hand back with every ounce of strength she had and slapped Bulma. The only thing that happened was Bulma's head snapped to the side, her cheek now emblazoned with a red handprint.

This was the scene an unsuspecting Vegeta walked out on. He was walking out the doors, pulling on his gloves and froze in mid pull when he saw Bulma and Valeria.

Bulma's head turned back slowly to look at the girl standing before her. Judging from the look in her eyes, if she wasn't scare before, she was scared now.

Valeria was so scared, that she was afraid she might have been physically shaking. She was sure that the slap would at least momentarily stun her. It had taken down many recalcitrant chambermaids in the past. Why didn't it work this time?

Bulma brought her hand to her cheek, VERY disappointed. "You can't be serious?" She looked at her opponent. "Well, too bad for you, but you've had this coming for a long time."

Bulma unleashed her fighting skill like she was fighting one of the men. Valeria couldn't do anything, but take the blows. She was knocked left and right acquiring more bruises and cuts with every hit. Bulma knocked her to the ground with every hit, but always allowed her to get up before attacking her again. Valeria tried to fend off some of Bulma's punches, but that was a waste of time. She did manage to scratch Bulma once, but it didn't faze her at all. For that, Bulma grabbed a handful of the voluminous skirts and ripped them from her body.

This left her standing in her petticoats screaming and trying to cover herself rather ineffectively with her hands. Bulma took the skirts and threw them too the ground. "Not so pretty now, huh?"

"I WILL HAVE YOU KILLED! My parents will see to it and if they won't do it, I will kill you when I am Lady here!"

Bulma laughed at her. "You will never be Lady here. Vegeta doesn't want you. I bet he can see right through your little façade (pronounced Fa-Sod)."

"It doesn't matter what Vegeta wants! My parents will get Lord Vegeta to sign a betrothal contract and everything here will belong to me! Including you! And I promise you, that you will not be around for long!" she yelled.

"As if Vegeta would let you get rid of me."

"It will not matter what Vegeta wants. I will rule here! He'll be lucky if I do not lock him away in his miserable tower after I conceive an heir!" she blurted out stupidly to anyone who cared to listen.

"Is that so?" said a masculine voice.

Both females turned to the steps to the entrance of the fortress and saw Vegeta standing there with a none too pleased expression on his face.

"V-vegeta?" Valeria stammered. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough." He walked down the stairs slowly and deliberately.

Bulma and Valeria stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what Vegeta was going to do. Valeria had the expression of a hunted rabbit on her face. Under all her bruises, scratches and dried blood, you could tell that her face had paled. Her plans to rule here had been abruptly cancelled. All because she couldn't control her temper and had run into the wrong person.

Vegeta first took in Valeria's appearance. She looked like a wreck. He wanted to laugh at her and applaud Bulma, but he couldn't do as he wished because it wouldn't be appropriate. He wished that he could have beaten her himself.

"You, I want gone from here. Take your aggravating parents and leave. I don't want to see any of your faces again," he said and turned away from her to regard Bulma without another word.

"B-b-b-but Vegeta, you can't possibly mean that?" the half naked girl stuttered.

"I can and I do," he said without even looking at her. His eyes were on Bulma now, who had a self satisfied smirk on her face, which was soon to be removed.

"And you, I already warned," he began.

Bulma's smirk immediately fell off her face. Vegeta was quick to notice that there wasn't a smudge of dirt on her. The only thing that marked that she had been in a fight at all was the now faint redness of her cheek and the small scratch on her right forearm.

"Warned about what? I did as you said Vegeta. She was the one who kept harassing me!" Bulma defended herself.

"True, but you should have walked the other way," he countered.

"You wouldn't have walked the other way!"

"We aren't talking about me, Woman!"

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You disobeyed my ridiculously simple orders!"

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!" Lord Vegeta bellowed from the steps where his son had come from only moments ago, with Lord Gefen and Lady Rouhani directly behind.

As if on cue, Valeria burst into tears and began wailing. "DADDY!!!!" She ran to her father as if sensing that she wasn't going to get any sympathy from her mother. She wrapped her arms around his massive body as best she could and continued caterwauling as if it her best friend just died.

The three of them got one look at Valeria's face and gasped. Lord Vegeta's face was set hard as he approached his son. "Vegeta, what is going on here?" he asked again.

Unconsciously, Vegeta stood to block Bulma, as if protecting her. His action was lost to himself, but not to Bulma or his Father. "Lady Valeria had been provoking my servant ever since her arrival. This,' he said, gesturing to Valeria, "is the culmination of the provocation."

Lord Vegeta sighed at the very difficult situation he had been placed in. He knew his son was not about to give the female up, but Valeria's parents were sure to demand some sort of retribution.

"Vegeta, perhaps it would be best if we decided what should be done," Lady Rouhani spoke up.

"I won't allow her to be killed or even beaten!" Vegeta yelled.

Lord Vegeta rolled his eyes and looked to the heavens for help as his son just openly admitted his attachment to the female. Lord Gefen merely continued trying to soothe his wailing daughter. He had previously seen the blue beauty Vegeta was trying to protect and thought it would be a shame to mar her in anyway. However, he would leave the decision up to his mate.

"I was not going to suggest anything of the sort," Lady Rouhani replied. Actually, I was going to say that we should…………"

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