Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Event to Last a Lifetime ❯ CH6 ( Chapter 6 )

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

It was already twenty minutes past eight o'clock and she is going to be late to the Ball. Of course I will be late. Save the best for last, I say. She was almost ready to go when a hard knock was heard at the door. Spray a little perfume here and then get my roommate to open the door. Oh wait; I don't have a roommate yet. “Hold on a minute, Kakkarot. I will be right there,” Bulma said with a hint of laughter. Why is he still knocking? “HOLD ON!!” She heard a growl on the other side of the door. “I hold for no one, onna. Get out here before I change my mind about escorting you.” That is not Kakkarot's voice. Who did he recruit to take me? He said no one but he would take me. Maybe the Prince declined my request, and wanted someone else to escort me. Whoever it is, they have a sexy voice. Bulma was finally ready. She reached for the door knob when the door flew open.

“What the hell do you think you are doing? You can't just burst into someone's room without warning,” Bulma said starring at the intruder. “Who are you and why isn't Kakkarot here?” Oh, Kami, he is a God. Those midnight eyes and flaming black hair could keep me busy for a while. He looks like no other Saiyan I have seen since I have been here. Well actually he does look like one Saiyan. He looks like…the King. “Oh you must be…” Bulma stuttered. While Bulma was thinking of what to say, Vegeta was busy looking her over. Finally he came out of his trance. “I am Prince Vegeta of Planet Vegeta. I am the strongest being in the universe, and I am the one you are wanting,” he said with arrogance. By the time Vegeta was done with his spill, Bulma had already walked off ignoring him. This Prince is certainly good looking, but he is overly arrogant. I think I will have to put him in his place. Just don't look into his eyes, Bulma girl. Bulma turned to the scowling prince after she slipped her heels on, “Are you done now? I am ready to go.” Smoke could almost be seen coming out of the prince's ears.

Vegeta walked out of the room without Bulma on his arm. He waited impatiently in the hall. Wow, did I say something to offend him? She snickered while closing the door. She began to walk towards the Ball room, but realized she did not know where she was going. Vegeta was walking a few feet behind her. This creature is beautiful, but will not disrespect the Prince of all Saiyans. I will teach her a lesson. Bulma interrupted his thinking, “Well, are you going to escort me or not Vegeta?” She had crossed the line by not using his royal title. “Onna, it would be wise for you to remember who you are talking to. I am the Prince and will be spoken to as such.” Bulma was slightly scared. His eyes were pitch black, but one could see the flames igniting with every word he spoke.

They continued on their path to the Ball and finally Vegeta had to take the lead as the Princess was lost. “You're ignorant. Do you not know your way around this palace yet girl?” Vegeta knew this would anger her. Bulma swiftly turned to face the cocky prince. “Well excuse me for not living in this palace for my entire life. I do believe I arrived on this planet….today!!” she screamed. This prince was beginning to piss her off. “Well you could live her for the rest of your life if you want,” Vegeta quickly covered his mouth. Were the hell did that come from? I do not want a mate, and definitely do not want this loud-mouth of a wench to be my mate if I must choose. Bulma contained a laugh. Fiver minutes passed as they walked toward the large ballroom doors where four palace guards were waiting. Of course they walked in silence for neither knew what to say after the prince's confession.

“Prince Vegeta, the ball has already started and all of the chosen ones are here,” a large bald Saiyan spoke. “Nappa, stop kissing ass. I will not have it in my presence. My father may expect it, but I distaste it,” Vegeta spat with fury. Bulma stood beside the prince not knowing what to do. Should I take his arm, or should I wait for him to take mine? What has this man done to me? I am so nervous around him now. Nappa apologized, “I am sorry my prince.” He turned to face Bulma. “I was informed by the King to not let any one else in the room but the prince. I will have to ask you to return to your quarters.” Vegeta began to smirk. I wonder how she will take this information. I hope she finds a way in, but I am not about to tell her that. Bulma turned on her heels and started to walk back the way she came from. She stopped in mid stride to address the confused guard and prince. “That is quite alright with me. I think I have seen enough of Prince Vegeta tonight. Please inform your King that I have retired to my room for the rest of this night.” With that she continued to her room.

Vegeta was stunned that she did not want to spend more time with him. All of the women here wanted to be his, but this one could care less. I'll be damned if this onna thinks she can turn her back on a night with me. She will be entering this ball and on my arm. “Stop woman!” Vegeta growled as he fazed in front of Bulma. “What the hell? How did you do that? You have to teach me,” Bulma was excited. She didn't know Saiyans could do magic tricks like that. “I do not HAVE to do anything, onna. Take my arm so we may enter this stupid event and get it over with.” “I am not allowed in the room remember all mighty prince?” She was teasing him and he took the bait. “And do you remember that I am Prince Vegeta and my word stands?” “How could I forget who you are? You continue to remind me,” she said with attitude. `Humph' Vegeta guided her towards the guards at the ballroom entrance.

“Nappa, open these damn doors now. I grow tired of this onna on my arm already.” He knew that he was lying, but little did he know that Bulma knew he was too. “But, Sire, I was given orders by the King to…” Vegeta cut him off by forming a ki ball in his left hand. “If you value your life then I would do as I say, twit!” Nappa charged for the doors. In a matter of seconds the doors flew open and Nappa was introducing Prince Vegeta to the crowd. “Please turn your attention to Prince Vegeta of Planet Vegeta and…” he turned to the beauty on his arm. “I am Princess Bulma of Earth.” Nappa continues, “And Princess Bulma of planet Earth as they enter.”

Every one froze as they heard the Prince's introduction, but were whispering insults as Bulma was mentioned. “Why is he with her? She is the ugliest one of us.” “I know she will surely be the first to go. He probably felt sorry for her.” Vegeta and Bulma strode towards the throne where the King was beaming with a smile. They passed Kyra who was just in front of the King. Her face was red with fury and she was ready to pounce on Bulma right then and there. I will see to it that she never touches the prince again. Just wait until after this event is over Bulma. You will never disrespect me again!