Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Ikari ( Chapter 4 )

Author's Note: Lol, I am soooooo sorry everyone! I guess I posted the old author's note on my last chapter...the last time I posted that chapter was when I was on ff.net! Sorry about that, I didn't mean the whole thing about the fifty reviews, even though it would be nice. I apologize to everyone, for some people thought I was rather immature. Sorry!

Chapter Four: Ikari (Anger)

She hated him. That word was the only suitable thing to say about him. He was entirely too rude, too conceited, too short for a man, and too strong for his own good. Not only was he all of those things, but he was just ignorant of the fact that she might want to get to know him better. He cared so little for her that he had taken a completely different space ship than the one she was on. The only chance she had to hear or see him was when he talked to her ship's captain, and he appeared on the computer screen on the Bridge. That had only been twice, and when he had seen her, he had frowned, and ordered her to her room, where she was supposed to stay for the two month-long trip back to Vegeta-sei.

Well, at least they were arriving today. It had been rather loathsome to turn fourteen, suffering through things that women shouldn't have to see or go through, doing things she had never once thought of doing, and all by herself. The only one that had come with her had been Nana, but the whole time the space ship's captain had her down in the kitchen or doing some pathetic serving job. She would have a talk to her future husband as soon as she was off this ship, and tell him that the Princess's very nanny was not one to be doing lowly servant jobs. It was not that she did not like lower-classed people, it was just that being alone just was not very appealing, and that Nana had worked hard to get where she was today. She did not need to be doing that stuff all over again.

She was just sitting all by herself in her all but bare, dark room, when there was a knock on the door. She did not bother with answering since they would walk in anyhow, and felt surprise go through her when she heard, "That is no way for the future queen of Vegeta-sei to act. She is to answer the door politely if there is no servant, not just sit there and act like she is above everything and everyone, even if her rank is one of the highest."

She barely paid attention to whatever his name was. She did not even care, nor did she know how he had gotten onto her ship when he had been on another.

"Listen. We are going to be entering the atmosphere in several minutes, and I need you to be ready for the arrival. That thing you are wearing right now is not suitable at all."

She snorted, not caring if she sounded unladylike. "Well, it is rather difficult to change when one's personal servant is being used as nothing more than a serving maid. I have not seen her since I have been on this horrible thing. I'm afraid I don't even remember what she looks like." She added that part only because she felt like being an ignorant little child. She hoped he liked her immaturity.

Vegeta frowned. "I don't know why she isn't with you, and I suppose I should go retrieve her. Just make sure you are ready for your grand entrance, Princess."

She snorted, hearing his footsteps retreat. Several minutes later she heard the frustrated voice of her nanny, and she smiled for the first time in a month. She hugged her warmly when she came in, probably cracking a few of her older bones she squeezed her so. Nana just laughed lightly and patted her shoulder, then nearly screamed in horror when she saw her through the dark.

"Oh, the gods!! What has happened to you?! You were wearing that dress the day you came on board here!!!"

Bulma scratched the back of her head, pulling it away in disgust when she felt her grimy hair.

"Bulma Briefs! What has happened since I have been gone? It looks like the last time you had a bath was the day you came on board! And where are your clothes?" her nanny demanded angrily, tearing through her room to find something for her to wear, to find something...anything!

"Um, well, after you left, no one would attend to me. They ignored me as if I was baggage!! I repeatedly asked for a bath, maybe some of my clothes, but they wouldn't let me! They would say they would go retrieve them or get me a bath, but they never did!! I was to stay in here no matter what, and not go anywhere!!! They laughed at me!!"

Nana was furious that her charge had been taken care of as such. "Where is the Prince?!" she screeched, sending the hair on the back of Bulma's neck on end.

"He is preparing to enter Vegeta-sei's atmosphere. We are going to be arriving very soon!"

Nana dug through a few more drawers, finding nothing but the hat that matched the dress Bulma was wearing. Never in her life...!

"Alright, Bulma. Didn't anyone show you how to use that contraption in the bathroom? That is some sort of bath in there that the Saiya-jins use. I showed you, didn't I?"

Bulma shook her head. Her planet was not as technologically advanced as Vegeta-sei, and seeing that weird thing in her bathroom had been confusing. She did not even know what any of the things in there were.

"Nana, I don't know anything. I didn't have a chamber pot...I had to use that wash stand over there to relieve myself!!"

The older woman looked like she was about to kill something. This was how they treated their queen-to-be?! She suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and steadied herself. "Alright. We have about...twenty minutes, half an hour at the max before we land on the surface of the planet. You have to get a bath, get dressed, your hair done, and every other thing in between in that short amount of time. You are going to listen to every word I say, and do not argue with me. Strip right now and get in the bathroom."

Bulma nodded, pulling at her clothes and running to the bathroom at the same time. Nana ran past her, turned on the water, adjusted it to the right temperature, and order Bulma to jump in. Bulma did not question anything about the odd looking bathing pool, just got in. The older woman found soap for her hair and dunked the young princess's head under the water, soaking her completely. She ordered her charge to wash herself while she went in search of her clothes. While she had been used as a lowly servant, she had taken the extra time to alter one of Bulma's more expensive dresses so it would be more appropriate for her arrival as Vegeta-sei's future queen. She hoped it would be alright.

Ten minutes later she returned with it, having had to run all the way to her servant's quarters to retrieve it. People looked at her oddly, but she paid them no heed. Her hands were filled with other things she had found along the way, such as the perfume and pins her little lady would need, and she looked undoubtedly weird.

Flinging open the door without knocking, she found her charge wrapped up in a towel and futilely trying to dry her hair with another one. The older woman quickly hung the dress up on the nearest thing available, and took everything into her hands.

In five minutes flat, the future queen of Vegeta-sei was dried, perfumed, tied up in a corset, numerous petticoats swathed all around her, and in the shoes that matched her dress. Bulma and her maid struggled to get the dress on with what little time they had left, and still with her hair to do. Bulma held tightly onto one of the supports that held up her canopy to her bed, letting her nanny tug viciously at the strings on the back of her dress. The hoop was not as big as her other dresses, and for that she was grateful. However, with all the sequins, beads, and tiny jewels embedded into it, it made it so ridiculously heavy that she could barely stand. She was happy that she was not one of those tiny, weak women that could not handle much more than a corset, a petticoat, possibly a small hoop, and a dress of simple cut. The other women would have probably suffocated and died.

Bulma let out a whoosh of air as soon as her maid was done tying her. She knew that she was going to have a difficult time breathing until she could get out of this thing and into something a little more comfortable.

"Sit down, my child. I still have to do your hair. I brought some pins along with the perfume, but they were for my hair. I know everything is not what you are used to, but I do not even know where your things are. What I have is the things that I brought with me and was put in my quarters. I know this is ridiculous, but I will see that everything is righted after we are settled in. You are royalty, and are not to be treated thus unless the people of Vegeta-sei wish to have a very angry Anausia-sei on their butts. I know your mother and father wouldn't allow this to happen to their very own archduchess," she sniffed, pulling her hair up loosely on top of her head.

With her hair done simply with regular pins and with straight tendrils hanging down around her face, Bulma felt simply pretty and somewhat plain. She was so used to diamonds and tiaras, rings and necklaces and bracelets of the highest quality. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires, every jewel known to every race out there. She sighed sadly, then stood just as there was a knock. Her nanny adjusted her dress and kissed her pale cheek, rushing over to the door to open it.

Prince Vegeta of Vegeta-sei stood there, decked out in the royal colors of blue and gold, a black cape hanging over his shoulders. He is so handsome, Bulma thought, suddenly feeling ugly compared to him. He gave her an interested look and then rolled his eyes, lifting his white-gloved hand for her to take. He gave her a disapproving glance when he saw she was not wearing gloves or no jewelry. She tried to say she was sorry, but he started dragging her down the hall without a word to her. He only spoke up before they stepped outside, onto the unknown world before her, her new, lonely home....

"Be completely silent and do not talk. Curtsy when needed, and nod as well. Do not look at the commoners, for they are below you and do not deserve to be looked at. If one happens to look at you and is caught doing so, he will be flogged to death. I will give you further instructions when needed."

Bulma almost panicked, for everything was happening too quickly. Vegeta was so cold and cruel, almost as if he did not care. On second thought, he probably did not. She looked around in a hurried glance, licking her suddenly dry lips as the latch to the portal opened, and the door started to rise.

Before her, she saw her new home....

Author's Note: Now Bulma is on Vegeta-sei, so what does she expect? You'll be surprised with what happens in the next few chapters! Review!!!