Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Event to Last a Lifetime ❯ CH7 ( Chapter 7 )

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

Bulma ignored the evil glances she was receiving from the other women. They were all jealous that she was on the prince's arm and not them. The King ordered a guard to bring a seat for Bulma to sit on. She of course was not royalty of the planet so she could not occupy the throne Vegeta refused to sit on. He'd rather stand than sit beside his smiling father. What is his problem? He never smiles this much. He must have gotten laid by a harem girl. Bulma had been sitting for over an hour while other princesses were dancing with Elite warriors. She looked towards the King who was starring daggers at his son. “King, would you like to dance with me? I am most bored just sitting here, and no one else seems to want to ask me to dance,” she said not knowing Vegeta was standing behind her sending death glares at any warrior that thought about asking her to dance. “I think that would be an excellent idea, little one.”

Bulma gathered her gown and headed toward the middle of the dance floor while the King stood and faced his son. Vegeta was about to protest to them dancing, but was cut off by his father, “You listen to me you snot nosed brat! I will not have you ruining this night for her because you are too afraid to show emotion toward her. I have seen you looking at her and starring down any warrior that wants to approach her. You will interrupt us to dance with her yourself, or you will regret it!” Vegeta was done rolling his eyes when he responded to his father, “You will do nothing to me old man. Remember I am the Legendary and will not tolerate threats from even you. I will stand here and search for my future mate since I have yet to find one,” he said with a hint of malice.

The King turned to see Bulma fighting her way through the crowd. He quickly caught up to her since the crowd parted for him. Bulma turned to see the King whispering to an Elite that was dancing with the woman behind her. The King approached her, “I apologize, Bulma, but I am no longer feeling well. I will retire to my quarters, but Turles here would be happy to dance with you if you will have him.” Bulma was well aware the King had something up his sleeve. So when the King winked at her and craned his head in Vegeta's direction, she knew the plan. So he wants to make his son angry. I remember Kakkarot telling me he would be killed for escorting me to the Ball since she was `promised' to the prince. This would surely get under his skin. She smiled sweetly to the King. “I would be honored to dance with one of your Elites that is so handsome. Please seek me out later for the results of this experience,” she said with mischief in her voice.

Vegeta had heard every word between his father and the princess. He knew that the old man was trying to make him jealous, but that would not work. I have no feelings for that weakling creature with those long legs, refined hips, porcelain skin, beautiful aqua hair, and deep blue eyes. What the hell am I saying? She is gorgeous, but I refuse to give into my father's tricks. I really want to feel her body beneath my hands, but that Elite is grabbing her ass... Vegeta was on his way to beat the shit out of the Elite that has his prospective mate in his grasp when he was quickly interrupted by no other than Kyra. “Get out of my way, Kyra. I have no desire in seeing your hideous face right now,” Vegeta said while trying to find a way around her. “Why, Vegeta, I would venture to say that you care for that whore. She is having her fun with Turles. Why don't you have some fun with me?” Vegeta had his hand around her neck within seconds and pushed her up against a nearby wall. “Oh I like it rough!” she choked out. “Listen to me wench. I care nothing for your games, or the Earth Princess. Even if I did, it would be no concern of yours. When I let you go, I do not want to see your face for the remaining time you are here. Do you understand?” Kyra couldn't move her head to nod. She was very intimidated, but she distracted the Prince for long enough.

Vegeta let her go and turned to the dance floor as she slid to the ground. Where is that onna? She was just there a few minutes ago. Where could she have…He rotated his head to find Kyra with a wide smile on her face. “Good luck finding her before any one else does, prince!” Before Vegeta could respond by ripping her apart, she was lost in the crowd.