Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Event to Last a Lifetime ❯ CH1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

CH.1

It was finally here. Prince Vegeta's twentieth birthday. He could finally take a mate by Saiyan law. Kings and Queens from all over the universe sent their daughters to convince the Saiyan Prince to choose them as the next Queen of the Saiyans. Of course the Kings and Queens did not care if their daughters wanted to go or not. It was not their choice. If the princess of their planet becomes the soon to be Queen of Saiyans, then their planet would forever be protected from the growing threat that looms over the universe. Many beautiful young princesses wanted to meet the Saiyan Prince. They had heard the rumors of him being a fine lover and that he was not so bad to look at. They believed the Prince would without a doubt pick them over the others.

All but one of these princesses was eager to give themselves to the prince. Bulma Briefs of planet Earth was standing in her personal garden while arguing with her mother. "Mother, I refuse to go to this Planet Vegeta as you call it to give my life to some stupid prince and that is the end of the discussion," she said with fire in her eyes. The argument was nearing its end since Bulma declined to further infuriate her mother. They had been going at it for at least an hour now and she was not making any progress. Her mother and father were going to send her on this ridiculous assignment no matter what she said and she was quite aware of it. Why not let go of some pint up anger in the process? She gathered up her forest green dress and headed towards the mansion she called home. "We will discuss this further when dinner is ready, young lady," Mrs. Briefs called after her daughter. Bulma never turned back to face the worn out Queen. Queen Briefs sighed while lifting the train of her dress. She is so stubborn sometimes. Bulma thought to herself. She had no interest in going to Planet Vegeta and taking the prince's hand in marriage, or mating, whatever those monkeys call it. She knew there were plenty of other princesses that would die to have his attention. She, of course, was not one of them.

She slammed the door of her giant sized room to find what she believed to be a letter positioned against a pillow on her bed. When she proceeded into the room further, she noticed it was not a letter, but an invitation. What could this possibly be? I don't remember any formal banquets taking place in this month. She gently picked up the envelope and retrieved the invitation inside. It was beautiful. The front was royal blue with red outlining and gold lettering. It stated "You are cordially invited to..." She had to lift the cover back to reveal the event. “Prince Vegeta's twentieth birthday ball." That was all it said. She thought to herself, They get right to the point don't they. She started to rip the invitation into pieces when she noticed a single sunflower positioned where the invitation used to be. "How did I not notice that before?" Sunflowers were her favorite flower. Her mother must have sat it there with the invitation hoping to entice her to go ahead with this foolish notion of being the next Queen of Planet Vegeta. I could care less about being the Queen of my planet, much less the one on a planet full of barbarians. Why must my parents force me into situations I cannot possibly get out of? Usually I find a loop hole, but they are denying that luxury. I hate this!!

Bulma set the flower and the invitation on her bedside table and rushed to freshen up. Dinner was in fifteen minutes and Kami knows who here parents invited for dinner. They never seemed to warn her when special guests were invited to dinner. Hell, they never warn her of anything. My mother just decided to inform me of this Saiyan's Ball. Of course, I know it was so I had no way of escaping the event as they already sent word of my attendance. She exited her room to find a strange looking guard at her door. He looked as though he were about to knock when she slung the door open. "Hi, my name is Kakkorot. I was sent here from planet Vegeta to escort your travel to my planet." She was stunned. He was very handsome, but something about him told her to not pursue. He had black hair that stuck out many different ways and his eyes were black as coal. He was wearing a royal blue spandex suit with gold armor over it. "Well to what do I owe this pleasure?" Bulma asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Kakkorot did not understand why this princess seemed to not like him the very instant she laid eyes upon him. "I would like to escort you to dinner if that is alright with you," he said with an outstretched hand. Bulma knew the man was forced into the awkward task of delivering her to the master dinning hall. He did not want to be here any more than she did. She tried to think up a plan to distract the man while she made a hasty escape, but came up with nothing. "Shall we be on our way then?" she stated as she grabbed for his offered hand.

Dinner was quiet for the most part until her father brought up the Ball. "So Kakorot, when will you be leaving to take my lovely princess to your planet?" he asked while winking at his irate daughter next to him. She knew he was trying to annoy her as he usually did when they gave her no way out of a situation. Bulma rolled her eyes and looked toward her escort for his reply. "We will be leaving tonight, sir. Most likely soon after dinner since many of the offered have already arrived on my planet," he knew the Earth princess would not be happy with his statement, and he was correct. "WHAT!!!!!! I have to leave right now? I hate this. I don't even want to go. And how dare you speak of me like I am a piece of meat for a hungry animal. I should have you killed for your words Saiyan," she said with as much hate as she could. She eyed her mother who was usually on her side. Her mother looked away. "Why are you doing this? I don't need a man to rule this planet, father. I am quite capable of doing it on my own." She was standing by now and glaring at her father. He had heard enough of her selfishness. He yelled, "Bulma, sit down, shut up, and listen to me without interruption." Her father has never raised his voice at her before. She has really done it this time. “Now let me explain to you that this union is not for your benefit or mine. It is for our people. If you are chosen to be the next Queen of planet Vegeta, then they will protect our people from this warlord who is closing in on us. We have heard of a tyrant that wishes to rule all of the universes and he is headed for ours. We have a feeling he will attack us first as we are a weak race. Better to get us out of the way." The King could not continue. Bulma's eyes were watering. Why hasn't anyone told me of this tyrant? I should know all of the things that threaten my people, and my home.

"Father, you speak of these things in front of our guest?" she pointed toward Kakkorot who had decided to leave the discussion and pace the floor. "Daughter, the Saiyans know of this evil doer. Some of them work for him. Their King is not even strong enough to defeat him so he must consent to his requests. Their King also knows we need protection. He has been in contact with me for some years now. King Vegeta is a dear friend, but needs something more to protect us from this man if he is to put his loyalty to him on the line," he sighed as if he could go on no longer. His last statements hurt the most, “So I offer his planet the only thing I have of worth. You, dear daughter are the last hope for your people."

Dinner continued for many more minutes that seemed like hours of silence. Bulma could not force herself to eat more and asked to be excused from the table. Before she could reach the door Kakkarot yelled after her, "We will be leaving in exactly one hour, princess. I will be at your room at that time to escort you to our ship." He even sounded sorry for her. Maybe his race wasn't that bad after all. Bulma never turned back to face her chaperon.

Bulma raced down the hallways to her personal chambers and reached them within minutes. When she pushed open the door, servants were already packing her things. She wanted to be alone right now. "GET OUT!!! Get the hell out now," she screamed for all of them to hear. The servants scattered. Many times the princess had yelled at them, but she never used foul language. Once the last one scampered out the door, she plunged on her queen sized bed and wept.

She had been crying for ten minutes when she heard a gentle knock at the door. She already knew who it was. "Go away, mother. I have nothing to say to you." The door creaked open and in stepped the queen. "I do not care if you want to talk to me or not, but you will listen to what I have to say, Bulma," her mother spat back. Bulma sat against her headboard and wiped the still flowing tears from her cheeks. "Your father and I know you do not want to be a part of this. Bulma, you must understand that we had no choice in the matter as you do not. I would love for my fiery daughter to fall in love as I did many years ago. Unfortunately that might not be the case. I hear this prince is arrogant, cold-hearted, and only cares about power. He is forced into this as we all are. Daughter, do not hate us for doing what is best for our people, your people." Bulma could not stay mad at her mother for very long. "Mother, I am not mad. I understand your reasons. It's just everything is happening so fast. I only just turned eighteen two weeks ago. I know nothing of love, or for that matter heart break." She paused and looked at her mother who was now crying as well. The queen began, "I had something made for you after we received the news of the Ball. Java? Bring in the gift." A young servant hesitantly opened the heavy door and walked in with something draped over her shoulder. "Thank you, Java," the Queen stated once the item was in her hands. She stood and placed the most beautiful dress on the bed where she sat. It was sky blue which matched Bulma's eyes. The bodice was sprinkled with diamonds as was the gown's skirt. The gown would mold Bulma's curves and flaunt her chest. Two slits came up the sides of the gown which stopped at mid-thigh. This gown would take the prince's breath away.

Bulma could not believe her eyes. It was the most gorgeous thing she had ever laid her eyes upon. "Mother, I cannot think of what to say," she fumbled across the bed and threw her arms around her mother's neck. I do not want to go to this ludicrous event, but if I must, I will win the Prince's heart for my people. He will not be able to resist my beauty. "I will go to this ball and knock the boots off of his highness," she said with attitude. Her mother laughed and stated, "Daughter, no princess at this event will look as stunning as you. You are going to knock his boots off and still his heart." Little did they know Kakkarot was at the door listening to every word. He knows the prince is a difficult man to please and women hardly crossed his mind since he only cared about training. He liked Bulma and could only hope the prince would see the fire in her personality as he did. She might just do as she states. If I know the Prince as well I as think I do, he will not consider anyone except this princess.