Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Event to Last a Lifetime ❯ CH5 ( Chapter 5 )

CH5

 

Bulma was out of the bath in thirty minutes which left her one hour before she should be at the Ball. She wrapped a towel around her dripping body and proceeded to the armoire to fetch her dress for the evening. She was terrified to see two green eyes starring at her from her bed. “What the fuck are you doing in my room? I was told that you would not be my roommate!” Kyra shrugged her shoulders, “It is not becoming of a princess to use curse words. Did your mother ever teach you that?” Bulma was fuming. Kyra continued, “I am glad you are not my roommate for the time we will be here. I just came to inform you that the Prince will be mine before this night is over, and I will be the next Queen of this planet,” she smiled with an evil face behind it. “Do you go around telling every one of your fantasies? I mean, you must be threatened by my presence since you are taking your precious time to inform me of your pending victory,” Bulma said with heated sarcasm. Kyra sped towards Bulma and stopped right in front of her face. “Heed my warning, Princess Bul…Ma. If you show your face at the Ball, I will see to it that you are stripped of your purity by more than one Saiyan warrior!” she snarled the last part. This bitch thinks she can threaten me?! I will show her not to mess with Bulma Briefs. “Well, Kyra, thank you for showing me that your plan is endangered due to little ol' me, but I do not take kindly to threats. Your words mean nothing to me, and Prince Vegeta will be eating out of my hand for the rest of his life.” Kyra was infuriated. No one ever talked back to her, or ignore her threats. “We shall see little whore. We shall see.” With that Kyra ripped out of the room down the hall to hers. That will teach her to talk to me in that manner.

 

After Kyra and her exchange, Bulma only had thirty minutes to prepare for the Ball. She also wanted to speak with Kakkarot before she allowed the prince to gaze upon her. She decided to search for Kakkarot first. He must be in the training room. I remember he told me that the Prince does nothing but train, and Kakkarot is his training partner. I don't want to chance running into the Prince, but I must speak to Kakkarot. She made up her mind. She would find the training room.

 

Bulma managed to locate the training center with no trouble. Now she had to find out which room Kakkarot is in. She began to walk forward when someone bumped into her from the right. “Oh, sorry about that,” the intruder said. “That is quite alright, sir,” Bulma said as she looked to her side. It was a man that looked almost exactly like Kakkarot except with long hair. “If I may ask, what is your name?” Bulma said waiting patiently for a response. “My name is Radditz. I am a Saiyan Elite. You are not Saiyan so why are you on training grounds?” he asked with little concern for the answer. He was too busy starring at the being in front of him. Bulma batted her eyelashes, “My name is Princess Bulma Briefs. I am here looking for the one by the name of Kakkarot.” She is a princess. She is here for Prince Vegeta. Who is she looking for? “You are looking for Kakkarot? He is my younger brother. Kakkarot is training with the Prince himself right now. Is there anything I can help you with?” he used extra emphasis on the word `anything'. Bulma was about to reply with a sarcastic comment when a door to their left opened and out stepped Kakkarot. “Hurry up you fool. I do not have much longer to train until the Ball,” Vegeta yelled before Kakkarot could close the door. He looked down and shook his head. Finally he began to walk in their direction when he noticed Bulma standing with his sadistic brother. “What are you doing here, Princess, with him?” Kakkarot strained to keep his patience. “I believe this young beauty was searching for you idiot brother,” Radditz called as he waltzed to the room he came out of before. I'm glad he is gone. He cannot be trusted in the presence of Bulma. He would try and take her right then and there.

 

“Princess Bulma, what is it you need from me? I am a little busy at the moment,” he trailed off and ki blasts could be heard coming from the Prince's direction. “Kakkarot, I need to ask you for a favor. Kyra and I had a spat this evening and she threatened me. I refused to take the bait though so I need you to do something for me. I am going to try and make her jealous by arriving at the Ball with two Elite guards on arms. You and your brother would do fine as my first picks,” she said with a puppy dog expression. How could Kakkarot say no? “I cannot escort you to the Ball because you are, for lack of a better word, up for grabs by the Prince. If I was to escort you to the Ball, then he would surely kill me since I could pose a threat,” he said with a shake of the head. “Well, that no good Prince. He doesn't even want a mate. Why would he be mad if someone escorted me to the Ball?” she huffed. Well, because you are the only reason he is going to the Ball. But Kakkarot couldn't tell her that.

 

“KAKKAROT, WHERE ARE YOU?” the prince screamed form the training room. Bulma and Kakkarot covered their ears. “I have to go now; please don't ask my brother he will surely mistreat you.” Bulma got an idea. “So, this prince hates Kyra right? Tell him that she threatened me and that I want to piss her off by being escorted unlike the other princesses. He will surely agree if he wants to irritate her as well,” Bulma thought this was a full proof plan. Kakkarot shivered, but agreed, “I will ask the prince if he minds, but do not get your hopes up. If he tells me yes, then I will meet you at your room in twenty minutes. If not, you must go on your own. Is that clear?” She nodded her head and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Hope to see you in a few! Bye”

 

Kakkarot made his way back to the training room to speak with the prince and get his ass whooped for taking so long. “Kakkarot, what the hell were you doing? I have been waiting for ten minutes on you. Now I have no more time to train since I must go to this ridiculous Ball,” he said while rolling his eyes. “Yeah, about the Ball sire. I was just speaking to the Earth Princess and was told that Kyra threatened her. She requests to have me escort her to the Ball so she may `piss off' her competition,” Kakkarot said while making quotations with his fingers. The Prince smirked. That princess does not take shit from people. I like that. Kyra will be put in her place tonight. I can assure that. “Kakkarot, I will adhere to her requests for an escort, but it will not be you,” he said with an evil smile. “Sire, who will if not me?” Vegeta turned to rush out of the door,” Who else, but me Kakkarot?”