Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Tasukete! ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Note: Well, I can tell all of you HATE ME. Wow, I have never gotten such a pathetic amount of reviews in MY LIFE. But you know what? I'm just going to say...if I don't get 50 reviews altogether after this chapter, I will just delete this story and never post it again. How would you like that? You probably would. Just read.

Chapter Three: Tasukete! (Help!)

Bulma yawned delicately, rolling over onto her side when she felt her nursemaid shove at her shoulder and tell her to wake up. Nan was her name, and she was a short, plump but pretty woman in her early forties. She had been with her since the day she was born, and she hoped she would be with her until the day she died. She suddenly frowned and sat up.

"Nana," she said, calling the woman her nickname. "Are you coming with me to Vegeta-sei?"

Nana nodded. "Of course I am, my dear. That brute of a man you are marrying is not going to stop me from staying with you. You are only thirteen, and are not aware of the ways of the universe. You still need me, especially after he gets a hold of you on your wedding night."

Bulma's frown deepened. "Wedding night? What the hell is a wedding night?"

Nana ignored the little princess's choice of words. She knew she had a loose tongue every once and a while, and she just hoped it would not be cut off in the long run.

"Don't worry about it right now, my dear. For now, we have to get all of your things packed and get you a bath and into your traveling clothes, and then-"

"Nana, where's Chichi? I didn't get a chance to say goodnight to her, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to say goodbye at this rate."

Nana waved her hand through the air. "Don't worry about that either, my dear. If I know that girl, she probably is going through some scheme at the moment, and if it works, I would not doubt it if she accompanies you to Vegeta-sei. Oh, and Vegeta-sei. I heard that planet was absolutely beautiful. They sky is such a beautiful color...."

She went on as she helped Bulma undress for her bath, which had arrived moments before. The girl let her nursemaid pour a relaxing lavender-scented perfume into the water, and she was almost asleep by the time Nana was done washing her hair for her. She normally declined the offer, but today she was thinking too much to concentrate on a job that was supposed to be the older woman's anyhow.

Nana told her to stand so she could wrap her up in a towel, and she quickly dried her off and helped her get dressed in a rarely, if ever used dark green velvet gown. It looked nice on her, even made her hair look an odd sort of green when it was normally blue.

By the time Nana was done with her, she looked like a different person. Her hair was curled and piled on top of her head, a small matching hat placed on top of the curls, and a jaunty little black feather curling against the soft white skin of her cheek. She even applied a small amount of rouge to her lips and cheeks, giving her the "blushing bride" appearance. Bulma almost gagged. She wanted to stay pale to prove to everyone how much she hated this.

The old woman had her things packed and shoved into suitcases quickly, and by the time she was done, it was almost eight in the morning. Any other day she would have slept in until eleven, but she was not permitted today.

Several lackey's came in and brought her things down to the courtyard where the carriages were, waiting to bring her to the transport carriers and then to her new home. New home...the thought brought tears to her eyes. She had thought that she would say on Anausia her whole life...but she had been wrong. She was wrong about everything. Why could not something good happen for once....

Bulma swallowed back the tears and walked down the marble steps that led to the hall and to the flower-surrounded courtyard outside. Many people were milling about, doing this, doing that. She looked around frantically for Chichi, knowing that the hour of reckoning was approaching quickly. It was made even more obvious that the Prince was ready to leave when he approached her, taking her arm and placing it in the crook of his. She blinked at the overt display of affection, and fought the urge to rip her arm out of his. He gave her a warning look as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, and she looked down.

"Psst! Bulma!"

Bulma turned around, happy that the Prince did not notice her or Chichi. There was too much noise in the hall, which prevented him from hearing.

"Chichi?! What are you doing? I can't really talk at the moment...." she said, gesturing with her head to the Prince beside her. Chichi got a disgusted look on her face as she peeked out from a curtain in the hall, which led to a series of secret passageways just in case of attack.

"Bulma, don't worry. I have everything under control and you will see me in Versai," Chichi whispered fiercely, looking around to make sure no one saw her.

Bulma felt a confused look overcome her pretty young face. "Huh? But how? I don't-"

"Do not worry about it. I will tell you everything when we get there." At that she disappeared back into the curtains, and left Bulma alone with her future husband. He seemed to be standing a little too stiff, but maybe that was just the way he always stood. If he were not so mean and cold, Bulma would have fallen for him in an instant. He looked rather resplendent with his choice of apparel today, that she had to admit. He was tall compared to her, slim, dressed in dark riding clothes, a long, scarlet-lined riding cape swinging from his shoulders. As if he was aware of being observed, he looked down at her. She pretended she had not been looking at him, and she could have sworn she heard a rusty chuckle.

"Do you want to ride a horse or ride in the carriage? It wouldn't be very suitable for a girl to-"

"I will ride. This way my horse will not be left behind, and you will be forced to bring him along with me," she said with a cocky note in her voice and a small smile on her lips.

He frowned suddenly. "You look like a common whore with that stuff on your face. Take it off. I will not permit the future princess and queen," he sneered, "to resemble something short of a loose woman."

She tugged her arm out of his harder than necessary, and began to wipe it off on her sleeve. She was mad at him for several reasons now. One, he did not even properly address her with her formal name, just talked to her as if she was a serving maid. Then he told her she looked like a whore, and told her to take off the fine job Nana had done on her without even giving her a handkerchief. Maybe the man had never heard of one before.

"By the way," he said, his exotic accent quirking her interest. He pronounced everything beautifully, as if he was a perfectionist with his own language. She was happy that she had been taught this language since the day she was born. Otherwise, she would have had a hard time talking to her very own husband.

"Yes?" she asked, pretending to be interested in all he had to say.

"You said something about your horse being a stallion. Is that true? That can't be very suitable for a damn royal princess of Anausia-sei."

Damn royal princess. She pursed her lips and then frowned, her eyes narrowing. How dare he. "So what if he is a stallion? It just gives the horse all the more power than a female Arabian. Surely, you do not-"

"Did you say Arabian? As in the species of horse that comes from the pathetic planet called Earth? You cannot possibly own one, girl. They are far too rare in this area of the universe, and excessively expensive. Your family wouldn't waste that much money on you."

She lifted her chin a good three inches in the air. "My family happens to love me, your Highness, and they bought him for me when I turned ten. He happens to be the only thing that I have that I feel is truly mine. You wouldn't take him away from me...would you?" she said, not realizing that her tone had changed.

She could have sworn the look on his face softened, but then it went back to the normal hard expression. "No, I won't."

She nodded with relief, hearing him call to a random lackey and tell him to ready the princess's horse. The boy nodded and took off.

Vegeta decided then out of nowhere that this was taking too long and walked out into the courtyard, seeing men starting to mount their horses and the coaches ready to go. He ordered several men to stuff the princess's things into a random carriage so they could leave. Bulma looked over her shoulder when the Prince started pulling her away, and she got one last look of her mother and father waving goodbye before her horse was presented to her. The feeling of sadness was replaced with wicked glee when the Prince saw her horse. It was almost an exact replica of his, and Bulma would not be surprised if they got them confused between each other. Vegeta frowned fiercely, and then told her to mount, offering his hand so she could place her foot in it. She just ignored him and pushed herself up into the sidesaddle, wishing that she could have a normal one. She hated sidesaddles...they were extremely dangerous if you did not know what you were doing. She almost panicked, because she had only used one several times during her life. Her father and mother had not pushed for the use of one, for they knew just as well as her what could happen if you did not use it properly.

Bulma looked one last time at her only home before the procession glided out of the courtyard. She got a chance to wave to her mother and father and blow them a kiss before they turned the corner and she could not see them anymore. She had not even had a chance to give them a hug and a real kiss goodbye, and it made her loathe the prince all the more. How dare he take her away from her friends and family so fast?

Chichi. She gasped, looking around to see if she could catch a glance of her friend. Sure enough, there she was, dressed in a boy's uniform from the city of Versai, riding alongside that Kakarott person. She looked decidedly male with that costume, especially with her hair stuffed up under a blue cap. Bulma shook her head with amusement, wondering how her friend had pulled that one off. The outfit was too big for her, but no one would notice unless they looked closely, and at least she looked to be enjoying herself somewhat.

She sighed, pushing her horse into a slow canter to keep up with the rest of the Prince's entourage. In less than an hour she would be gone from Anausia-sei...and she would never see it again.

Author's Note: Poor little Princess Bulma, she doesn't have too good of a life, does she? Well, if you REVIEW, then you'll find out what happens to her. Otherwise, this story will be deleted like the trash everyone thinks it is. Have a nice day.