Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Kanz'oo ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter Five: Kanz'oo (Emotions and Feelings)

A cheer rose to deafening levels. Bulma blinked quickly when the dry air hit her eyes, and she almost coughed at the feeling of unclean oxygen. She had heard that Vegeta-sei was to be beautiful, not dirty.

"I apologize for the unclean air. The ship stirred up a lot of dust when it landed and it will take a while for it to clear completely," Vegeta said in a stiff tone, regarding her intently as they stepped down the door that had been lowered to the ground.

Looking through the dirt-filled air, Bulma could make out hundreds of people, cheering. However, as soon as Vegeta and her were in clear view, everything went immediately silent, and nearly everyone fell to their knees. The only two people who did not were standing at the end of the long line of people surrounding them, but she could not make them out. From the way they were still standing, Bulma could only assume that they were above Vegeta, and that meant...

The King and Queen of Vegeta-sei!! Oh no, does my hair look alright? Do I smell? My dress is not nice enough.... Will I make a bad impression? Will they hate me because of...everything? Oh no, they're going to hate me so much to the point where they'll have me killed and then my family and then my planet and my whole life will be a waste of nothing....

Vegeta jerked her arm to move her forward, almost sending her to the ground had he not had a hold of her. She scowled at him, but then forced a smile on her face as they walked forward, through utter silence. It was almost creepy....

The wind howled through her hair, causing it to stir and some of the older, cheaper pins to come loose. She gritted her teeth and prayed that they would stay put. She could not very well pat and adjusted her hair in front of the king and queen, which were right in front of her....

Oh no!! She looked over to Vegeta at her right, and seeing him starting to bow, she dipped into the deepest curtsy she had ever performed. She dared a look up, and caught the queen giving her a small, delicate smile. She smiled back at the beyond beautiful woman, surprised when she felt something akin to a little happiness. Maybe her life here would not be so bad....

Vegeta dropped her off in a room that was in the East wing, the area where all of the Royal Family slept. He left her with simple instructions, telling her " just stay here and don't do anything. You will be summoned for dinner...possibly. Just in case you aren't," he sneered, but with some sort of a sick smile on his face, "Goodnight, my kodomo." With a small amused laugh, he disappeared down the dark hall.

My child!!! she screamed in her head, stomping her foot and fisting her small hands. She would show him "kodomo" alright...and at dinner too. She smiled evilly and closed the door.

"Ah, how lovely it is to be on solid ground once again. Oh, Bulma! You must be so excited to have all your things back. All your dresses, corsets, chemises, nightgowns, jewelry, slippers, stockings, ribbons, pins, and tiaras...ah, I bet you'll love having a bath with perfumed water...how about...oil of gillyflowers?"

Bulma giggled at her nanny's excited talk, having to admit she was happy having all her old stuff back. The old woman was already packing her things away in the chests and closets and the armoire. While she did that, Bulma searched for candles to light the room with.

"Oh no, my dear. There is a switch over there that lights your suite. Just flick it up."

Bulma gave her a puzzled glance and did as she was told. Light poured through the darkened room, causing Bulma to gasp at what she saw.

The room was huge, filled with pastel pinks, yellows, whites, and even touches of blue. One whole side of the room was a large window with two doors, which led out onto a balcony that faced the lavish gardens. Bulma laughed in amazement, realizing for the first time that the floors were actually carpeted. She had never seen such finery, not even in her own room!! And she was not even done exploring!! This was just her dressing room!!!

Her nanny laughed as she ran into her other room, where her bed was located. At her squeal, Nana could only assume that she loved it.

Bulma jumped with excited zeal onto the enormous bed that could fit at least ten men side by side. The room was furnished similarly, with a smaller, light colored dresser as compared to the huge one in her dressing room. It had a beautiful washstand for her to freshen up with, and two bedside stands with some sort of a lamp fixture without oil on each side. The canopy on her bed towered all the way up to the high ceilings, and then fell in lavish pastel yellow waves all the way to the floor, which yet again, was carpeted!!

She squealed again. This was so amazing! How could anything be so beautiful and luxurious?

She hopped off the bed, not caring about her gown. Seeing her nanny still packing her numerous things away, she said, "Oh, Nana. This is wonderful. I had thought that Anausia-sei had been richer than Vegeta-sei, but it appears not! This is just all too much for me to take in! How am I going to sleep tonight?"

Nana laughed with her. "You will, no doubt. Just be happy for all the nights you will have by yourself before you are married, for you will probably not get much sleep afterward. Do not ask why, for you will find out for yourself later."

Bulma blinked a few times, and then shrugged it off. Her nanny finished packing a short time later, and was just getting ready to help her charge undress for her bath when there was a knock. Nana frowned and told Bulma to go to the bathing room, where she would help finish undressing her after she answered the door. Bulma nodded and left, holding up her dress that was only half unlaced.

A minute later her nanny returned, her hands carrying a plate of what looked like sweet meats. Bulma grinned and tried one, closing her eyes in utter delight when she tasted it.

"Oh, Nana, try one! They are so good!!"

Her nanny declined, setting the tray down and telling her that she could munch on them as she washed up. Bulma nodded and let the older woman help her undress. She showed her how to turn on the water and adjust it, letting Bulma try it herself just in case.

After the small pool-or bathing tub as her nanny called it-was filled, she stepped in. It could have fit at least two or three more people, and Bulma giggled when she sat on one of the two built-in seats. The middle was the deeper area, and next to the seats, there was a built-in reclining area.

She sighed as her nanny opened a small crystal blue bottle, pouring in one of her favorite scents-oil of gillyflowers. She would smell like a field of flowers after she was done bathing.

Taking her luxurious time, she excused her nanny to set up her clothing and things just in case there was a dinner for her to attend. The thought of it brought Vegeta to her mind, and she actually had a chance to think about him for once.

He was shorter than most men were, but more muscular than most men as well. He was immaculate, dressed very well, and at the height of Saiya-jin fashion. He was not taken to expensive jewels from what she could tell, but she had noticed that he wore a ring that had the Saiya-jin Royal Family coat of arms on it.

Shrugging it off, she continued to think of him as she bathed herself with the soft pink soap that had been in the room.

He smelled good, from the few times she had been close to him. At least he was not like 90% of those disgusting, mincing and priggish princes that had been at court the few times she had attended it at Anausia-sei and a few other planets.

The only thing she did not like about him was his attitude and the way he acted. He liked to believe he was so much better than she was, and that he would rather marry some peasant girl with some disease. He hated her-he had to. Otherwise, he would not treat her so. She was so used to being treated delicately, lovingly. So many men had asked for her hand, even before she had become a woman at the age of twelve. She had been well-versed with declining offers by the age of ten. Of course, she was also a lot smarter than probably half the people on this planet, considering that it was 47% peasantry, 50% army, 2% nobles, and 1% royalty. She snorted, thinking that there was no need for so big an army. Anausia-sei had probably had a one-thousand man army, yet Vegeta-sei had probably a one million-man army or more. She snorted again.

She sighed, wondering about her wedding. It was going to take a long time for it to be arranged, considering that it was a royal wedding. It would more than likely take a month or more. She hoped so, since she hardly knew her betrothed.

She sat back and relaxed in the hot water after she was done washing herself. As she sat there, letting the clear water run through her fingers repeatedly, her parents came to her mind. Unexpected tears rose to her eyes, and she did not bother with swiping them away as they fell.

Mama...papa.... She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back her sobs. She had not been very close to them, but they were still her parents and she still loved them. They had never done anything but give her love and protection, made her as happy as a young girl could be. They gave her everything she had ever wanted, even when they were odd and bizarre. They had never yelled at her, maybe scolded her, but nothing else. They had obeyed her every whim, even when she had wanted to learn swordplay.

She giggled at the thought, which suddenly made her remember her friend Chichi. She knew she was here, so she did not worry. She went back to her thoughts as her tears cleared.

She remembered her first lesson with swords. With two directors training two highly feminine girls, it had been interesting. Wearing male clothes had been interesting as well. They had been trained for almost a month in ways to strengthen their bodies, shown exercises that only men would do, and taught basic maneuvers with hand-to-hand combat. They had been so abused and beaten, but all Bulma and Chichi had done was laugh, considering that they were the ones inflicting damage upon each other.

After about five lessons with wooden swords, both Bulma and Chichi had fallen in love. Bulma had been eleven when she had started, and Chichi thirteen. The older girl had had a bigger advantage because of her age, which brought more strength, weight, and height. Bulma had been forced to work twice as hard to keep up with her friend, but it had been worth it in the end.

Until she had been forced to stop at the age of thirteen. They had just been given their first real swords, but without the sharp edges. They had been very dull and the tip rounded over, but it had been so amazing. Her and Chichi were practicing more and more every day, advancing further than most boys their age. However, when Bulma had been playing around with her friend and Bulma had been hurt, her parents had forbidden her to touch a sword ever again. It had just been one of her whims that they had given her leave with, but she was a princess, not a warrior. She should not have ever touched a sword in her whole life, let alone know how to use one.

She still had that old dented thing. Her nanny knew it had sentimental value to her, so she allowed her to keep it and not tell her mother and father. She was happy that she had Nana.

"Bulma, honey, you've been in there for an hour. Come out now. I have a heated towel waiting for you."

Bulma sighed and stood, lifting the lever that let the water drain. As she watched the water being sucked down the small hole, she wondered fleetingly if that was what was going to happen to her life.

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