Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Event to Last a Lifetime ❯ CH9 ( Chapter 9 )

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

“Wow I feel dizzy,” Bulma stated as she sat up in her bed. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she noticed she was in a different room than she was assigned. The blankets were a metallic navy blue color and there were numerous pillows spread across the bed. Where am I? This is not my room. She looked up and noticed a vase of sunflowers on the bedside table. She reached for the card that was protruding from the flowers. It had the same coloring as the invitation she received for the ball. “I hope you are feeling better, Princess Bulma.” It was signed `King Vegeta'. “What the hell is going on? I don't even remember what….” At that moment she remembered the events of last night. I entered the Ball with Vegeta, I danced with Turles, I left with Turles, then someone tried to rape me, and now I'm here. “Where is here?” The room looked almost as large as her own back on Earth. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and in stepped a small child.

“Good morning, Princess. I hope you are feeling well today. The bruise on your cheek is clearing up fast,” the three foot child stated with a grin on her face. She was holding a tube of something in one hand, and a towel in the other. Bulma lightly touched her cheek. I totally forgot someone slapped me silly. “What is you name?” By that time the child had made her way beside Bulma on the bed. “My name is Suko. I was ordered to be at your service for the entire day. What would you like to do?” Suko squeezed the lotion like substance from the tube in her hand. She was headed for Bulma's face when Bulma stopped her, “What are you doing? What is that and what does it do?” Suko's grin became a frown. “Princess it is healing cream for your injuries. I have been applying it to your cheek and ribs for hours now. It will help the bruise heal faster than humanly possible.” Bulma thought to herself for a few minutes, but decided to permit the girl to apply the cream to her face.

It only stung a little before the pain went away on her cheek. Bulma looked at herself in the restroom mirror. Wow that cream really does work. My cheek is a light blue color and you can barely see it. “Suko, can you take me to my room so I may change into something more comfortable? I am still wearing what is left of my gown from last night,” she said with a frown as she looked down at her ripped clothing. Suko strutted into the restroom with a smirk on her face. “Your things are in the closet behind you.” Bulma turned to the closet and sure enough all of her clothes were hanging there. “What the hell is going on? Suko, tell me, where am I?” Suko walked into the closet and picked out a dress for Bulma to wear. It was a tight red dress that had no straps and stopped at mid-thigh. “The King has requested your presence for lunch,” she said as she turned to leave Bulma to get dressed. What is this little girl up to? This is a nice dress. Lunch? How long was I out?

Bulma took a quick shower and began to get ready for the day. She stepped out of the restroom wearing the red dress with her long aqua hair flowing freely. “So where are we having lunch? I am starving.” She said smiling at Suko. “The King is awaiting you in the dining hall. He has some important news for you. We should make hast since you have been out for a while.”

Amazingly the dining hall was not too far from the room Bulma woke in. This side of the palace is much more extravegant than the where I was before. There are pictures of the late Kings high on the wall, and there is a picture of King Vegeta and Prince Vegeta. After two minutes of walking, they arrived at the dining hall. The double wooden doors had some type of ornate carvings in them. “Suko, what do these carvings mean?” “I don't know silly. I'm not Saiyan!” She's not Saiyan. Well she doesn't have a tail, but I thought their tails grew as they got older. Shows how much I know. If she isn't Sayian, than what is she? Before she could ask the doors began to open slowly.

Two guards were standing beside the doors on the inside. They bowed as Bulma and Sukp passed. The King was standing at a large window in the back of the room. He was starring out the window with a faint smile on his face. Suko remained by the guards while Bulma made her way to the King. “King Vegeta, I was told you were waiting for me,” Bulma said as she took a peek at what lay out the window. Why is he starring at Vegeta and Kakkarot sparring? I know Sayians like to fight, but geez don't they have anything better to do? “Ah, Princess Bulma, you have finally awoken. Did you like the flowers I sent you? I hear they are popular on your planet,” he said while taking Bulma's hand and guiding her to the food filled table. “Yes, they are beautiful. Thank you. My cheek is thankfully healing quickly. Have you caught whoever did this to me?” She asked assuming the King already knew the events that occurred. “We are unable to find them, or any evidence of who it was. I'm sorry. It may take time, but we will find them. Vegeta has already warned everyone of what will happen if they are caught harboring the fool,” the King snarled while speaking.

So Vegeta has threatened everyone on my account. Maybe he isn't so self absorbed as I thought. They sat and began to eat the food that was laid out for them. A few minutes into the meal, Bulma could not take the silence any more. “King Vegeta, if I may ask, who's room was I taken to after the…attack?” she spat the last word out like it was bad food. King Vegeta turned his head to face her with a huge smile. “Vegeta's room, of course.”