Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Kekkonsite'iru ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter Six: Kekkonsite'iru (Married)

Knock.

Bulma smiled and patted her hair, loving the white ribbons laced through it and her diamond pins. Her nanny had taken the liberty of curling some of the strands, letting them hang in loose ringlets around her young glowing face instead of how they had been straight earlier that day. She felt much more beautiful now that she was back in her finery. At least now she could show Vegeta that she wasn't a damn kodomo....

Taking one last look at herself in a full-length mirror, she admired the figure-fitting top and how the gown was not as wide as her other ones and allowed her to move a little better. The light blue color made her hair look darker, and she was tempted to play-flirt with herself.

"Oh, my darling. Your hair is the color of a sapphire. Your eyes the deepest sea blue. You have the curves of a...."

Knock, knock, knock!!!

Bulma didn't hear the knocking over flirting with herself. "Oh, how I would love to take you under a Rayling tree and kiss thee, to sing love songs to you and make you smile. I cannot stand to see you frown when you are so beautiful you make the sun cry. When you smile, it seems like-"

"Princess, when one is knocking, you are to answer."

Bulma jumped, her hand going over her heart as she gasped. She forgot to curtsy as she saw Vegeta, standing not two feet away from her. She only did so when he raised an eyebrow in question, and she stammered as she performed a quick curtsy. "I am sorry, um, well, err...uh...what do I call you?"

He scowled. "I have not yet given you permission to call me by my name, Princess Bulma, so-"

"I have not given you permission to call me Princess Bulma, either, your highness. You are over your very limited boundaries."

He snorted. "I am 'my lord' to you. And I shall call you whatever I want, princess. If I wish to call you bitch, I will. If I wish to call you a slutty girl child, I will. If I feel the need to call you whore, I-"

Bulma looked utterly horrified. She could not believe he was talking to her like this! "You disgusting pig!! How dare you speak to me like that!! You have no right at all; I do not care who you are!! If your vileness is allowed to call me whatever you damn well please, then I shall as well!!! How about freak, or dumb ass, or mincing fop, dandy, idiot!!! I hate you...you took me away from my whole life, my family!!" she screamed. "You did not even let me say goodbye to my parents!! You do not care how I feel or what I do. You would probably enjoy yourself if I threw myself over a cliff!! You are the most horrible person I have ever met, and you completely disgust me. I would rather marry a pile of horse manure."

He stood stock-still. She stared back at him in defiance, wishing he would say something as the seconds of silence stretched on. When he said nothing, she presented him her back. "You may leave," she said in a stiff tone, wishing that she had enough guts to say more. However, as she had continued to yell at him and the look on his face had changed, she had almost felt bad. Good, she thought. I hope I hurt his feelings, for that is what he has done to me. I can't believe I was trying to impress him and show him that I wasn't a child....

He dipped into a small sarcastic bow. "I see that you have quite expressed your feelings. However, princess, I am here to escort you to dinner. My mother and father wish to honor you."

Bulma almost stuttered, for she had been expecting something much more...hoarse, not quite so even-tempered. She had expected him to leave, even.

She took a deep breath and took hold of the prince's strong arm, letting him lead her from her room. She did not get a small tour on the way to the dining hall; she was not even spoken to. She took in all the Saiya-jin palace finery and beauty by herself, but tried to not let her eyes stray too much less she let Vegeta know she was actually interested. As far as she cared, she wanted him to know that she hated him and everything he stood for. Damn him.

Dinner was somewhat uneventful, and the only exciting thing that happened was when the queen actually struck up a conversation with her. The woman was very nice, and Bulma found a little solace in her, something that was much needed considering the events that had occurred in her life lately.

Saying goodnight politely to her future mother and father-in-law, she let a silent Vegeta escort her back to her room. He had not said a word at dinner unless spoken to, which had only been twice. Once to ask about his health, and the other she did not remember.

"We are here, princess," Vegeta said, alerting her to where she was. Bulma turned to move into her room, but Vegeta stopped her. She turned and looked at him, for the first time ever getting a real, close up look. His expression was blank, which she assumed was normal for him. He looked slightly different, as if something was wrong.

"Princess, I would like to apologize for my actions. I realize now that what I have done was not very...well done of me. We are to be married...there is no way out of that. Please accept my apology," he said in a lower tone, his face actually softening, but just a tiny bit. Bulma was hard pressed to say no, but she did not want to fight with him. He might have taken away everything she had ever known, but he was asking for forgiveness. She lowered her gaze, nodding.

"I accept your apology, my lord. I am also-"

She was suddenly stopped when she felt a warm pressure on her cheek. Blinking at a mad rate and blushing profusely, she watched wide-eyed as her future husband pulled away from kissing her cheek.

"There is no need to apologize, my princess. I am the one who is at fault." After a small silence, he said, "Goodnight, and sleep well. Tomorrow you are to be married."

Too stunned to be shocked at what he said, she nodded blankly and closed the door behind her. She sank to the floor as soon as it was closed, bringing her knees into her chest and hugging them tightly. Burying her face in them, she felt tears escape from her eyes.

"I am so confused...everything is happening so fast. I...just...want...."

She never finished, for her exhausted eyes closed and she immediately fell asleep, dreading the next day. For tomorrow...tomorrow was the end of her freedom...and everything as she knew it to be.

At two o'clock the following day, Bulma was dressed in a foreign gown encrusted with diamonds. She hardly knew what was going on she was so confused. All she knew was that she had been awoken at eight in the morning, bathed, powdered, perfumed, and dressed in a simple shift until she could be properly gowned. All this had been done by at least ten women she did not know. Nana had been nowhere to be found, and Bulma had missed her familiar, comforting presence.

Being dragged around the palace for the rest of the day until the ceremony, Bulma allowed herself to drift into a daze. She hardly remembered anything as she was yet again powdered and perfumed, dressed in what had to be a hundred petticoats and a six-foot wide hoop. The gown weighed so much that she nearly had to be carried. Thousands of diamonds were sewn into the gown itself-more than likely what made it so heavy.

Being escorted yet again to more areas of the palace, Bulma wondered if she would remember her own wedding day in the future, when she might want to tell someone. Everything was so foreign and odd, she did not understand half of what they were doing, and she was constantly hearing new words that she did not know. She knew the Saiya-jin language almost as well as her own, but whenever one of the women would say something and perhaps poke at her or give her a leering glance, she had the feeling that she didn't want to know what they were saying. Everyone was talking about her wedding night, something that she had never heard of on Anausia-sei. What the hell was a wedding night? The night when she was married? What was so good about that?

And the word she kept hearing repeatedly, the one that made her blush and stutter. Mating. These women were almost too ridiculous to bear, but she had no choice. She had thought that it would take months to prepare for her wedding and have everything set up, but no, it was the day after she arrived!! She did not even know her husband-to-be, did not know their clothing, their food, their rituals, their ways of life! She wished so strongly that she could have been able to wait just for a little bit, just long enough for her to get aquatinted with everything, so everything would not be so stifling and driving her madly insane. She was so confused about many things; all she did was agree to whatever anyone said. The entire group probably thought that their future queen was a half-wit, not to mention another species that made her look incredibly stupid standing next to a Saiya-jin. She felt like an imposter, as if she should not even be here. If they acted as if she was such a disease, such a disgrace, then why was she getting married to their only prince?

Holding back tears now was very hard. The women had her dressed so ridiculously, but it was the way that it had to be, they said. They made her feel like such an imposter, and that was the worst thing she could feel right now. Her husband-to-be hated her, no one liked her, everyone thought she should be back home where she belonged, and...and...she could not take it anymore! All this turmoil inside just wanted out, wanted to burst upon whoever and whatever was in its way, and just...kill it....

It did not help that they whispered about her behind her back. They were always pointing at her bottom, for whatever bizarre reason. She heard things about missing "something", but she did not say anything. She knew she was missing something...she was missing her heart.

Chichi was hidden behind thick white curtains in the Saiya-jin Royal Family chapel, where she waited for the trumpet to sound. As soon as it did, there was a stir around her, announcing that the royal party was approaching. The chapel was only filled with nobles and highly honored people, for the wedding was not to be large, only private. Chichi wondered how it was to be "private" when there were at least three hundred people there. She did not want to know what a large wedding would be like.

A few seconds ticked by, and everyone was leaning forward slightly, trying to get a glance at the future queen of Vegeta-sei. Chichi grinned evilly. She wondered how they would feel when they knew that their queen had blue hair and blue eyes. It would probably lead to some sort of controversy.

Bulma was tiny compared to everyone else. A slender, almost childish figure smothered in diamonds. She looked around her, almost as if she was looking for someone. Beside her walked the prince, who seemed much more ill at ease than his bride. There was a moment when Bulma caught Chichi's eyes, then she had passed and Chichi was not sure whether the gleam in the round blue eyes had been laughter or tears.

During the wedding there were gaming tables set up, music, ballets, performers of all kinds, and everything else that could be thought of. The palace was filled with rich and poor alike-something that was the most rare thing on the planet. The king and queen were found at a gaming table, where the king seemed to be winning a whole new fortune. Bulma and Vegeta were not found anywhere-something Chichi did not know was good or not. She set out to find them, for it was growing late and she still had not seen her friend.

"May I call you Vegeta now, my lord? Since we are married and-"

"Yes, you have my permission. I assume I am allowed to call you Bulma as well?"

She nodded shyly, blushing profusely when his arm slipped through hers and he moved her down a new hallway. He did not seem very interested in his surroundings, but she could understand why. He had grown up here, had lived here his whole life. He was used to the luxuries and royal treatment, literally. She was used to it as well, but not to this extent.

The further they traveled down the hall the more lavish and more elaborately decorated it became. She was just starting to learn her way to her own suite, and now Vegeta had just told her that she was going to have her room changed.

"Where is it going to be?" she asked, stopping when Vegeta halted in front of two double doors guarded by two sentries.

"Right here."

She turned a lovely pink color, something Vegeta refused to acknowledge. Guiding her into the room, Vegeta excused the two guards with a nod. They left, both going in a separate direction.

"So is this going to be the room I am going to be staying in?" Bulma asked, trying not to act too enthused when she saw her dark surroundings. Dark blue and black described it all. Blue carpet with black swirls. Blue bed sheets, black canopy. Blue curtains covered whatever windows there were, so she could not tell if they were big or small. All the woodwork was dark, near black as well.

The room, quite simply, reminded her of a nightmare. It was cold, and she shivered unconsciously and rubbed her arms.

"Are you chilled?" he asked, almost sounding concerned. She frowned, but hid it with a nod. He walked over to the marble fireplace, which was black with white spidery patterns. Wow, a new color! she thought without excitement. She hated this room. She wondered how she was going to tell Vegeta this, but she forgot about it at the thought of how nice he had been treating her lately. Maybe he was trying to actually make this work....

A fire was built up quickly, thanks to her bridegroom. She nodded her thanks as she sat down in front of it, ignoring the two chairs set before it when she preferred the thickly carpeted floor. Her skirts billowed out about her, and Vegeta frowned at her.

"Would you like to change? Your things are in the armoire over there," Vegeta said with a flick of his wrist, his voice not so cold and distant as usual. It almost seemed like he was accepting the situation. What excellent timing, considering they were already married....

Opening the armoire doors wide open, she was not surprised when she spotted all her things neatly arranged. However, she was surprised when she saw them mingled with someone else's. Were they...?

"Vegeta? I...are we to share a bedroom?" she asked timidly, not daring to turn around to see his face.

"Of course. We are married now. What were you expecting?" he said, somewhat annoyed.

She shook her head. "It is...not what I am used to. You see...my parents sleep in different rooms. Many things here are not what I am used to, and everyone thinks it is funny. Everyone was making fun of me today, taking advantage of my ignorance and...I am sorry. I am just complaining needlessly and you do not want to hear it."

He was standing behind her now. He took hold of her arms, and she tried not to stiffen as he turned her around. "Listen. Do not worry about it. You are going to be queen, and that is all that matters. Just listen to whatever I say, and do not question it. It is how things are done."

She blinked, but did not say anything.

"Here, let me help you undress. You must be uncomfortable."

She nearly shrieked. Have him...undress her? No one had ever seen her naked except for women, and that number was very few. How was she going to just be able to let him undress her...see her naked? He had told her before that she was just but a little girl...how could she compare to his "women", with the voluptuous curves and everything else that she did not have?

Just listen to whatever he tells you to do. Let him know that you can handle everything that he throws your way and not act like a sissy about it. Show him that you are not a kodomo. She nodded, swallowing hard. "Alright."

She noticed that he was a bit shocked at what she said, but also saw a little admiration. For what? Her "strength"? She nearly laughed.

He unlaced the back of her dress, and helped her out of it and the hoop that made it six feet wide. Left in her silk chemise, petticoats, and shift, she did not quite feel naked yet. She didn't want to know how he knew how to get all the little buttons undone and all the laces, but she had the feeling he had done this before with the way his fingers moved with such skill and finesse.

When her clothes were folded neatly over a chair and her hoop disposed of in a darkened corner, she quickly grabbed for a nightgown to put on. She was left only in her shift, something that was almost like a nightgown, but it only went to her mid-thigh. She felt naked with just a shift on and him watching her every movement, so she said, "Is there a screen in here that I may change behind?"

He frowned. "You know, we are married. In our...culture, mates see each other naked all the time. You might as well get used to it now, for it is going to be that way your whole entire life."

She felt tears come to her eyes, but she blinked them back. "Please...Vegeta, just this once...no man has ever seen me naked and I-"

He smiled, but she could tell he did not mean the kindness a smile usually meant. "I understand. Just go into another room and change," he said coldly, his black eyes showing nothing but contempt.

She looked down in shame, hurrying into the dressing room through one of the adjoining doors. Quickly changing and not daring to tarry, she walked back into her new room, swathed head to toe in a chaste white nightgown. He looked at her as if she was some sort of an alien, which she guessed she was to him. That was what she was to everyone else on this planet....

Walking over next to the bed, she stood there as Vegeta walked over to the double doors and turned off the light. Nothing but the flickering fire lit the room now, casting numerous shadows everywhere. She wished the room were completely dark, for she was embarrassed enough as it was, especially when Vegeta started disrobing in front of her. Turning a cherry red, she covered her face with her hands and turned immediately around. She could have sworn she heard a rusty chuckle, but she ignored it at the thought that there was going to be an actual naked man in the same room as her in but a moment.

"It is alright, I am clothed," he said, not surprised when she did not turn around. He shrugged. "Well, whenever you're ready to come to bed and stop standing there like a little fool, you may come to bed. I do not bite."

Sleeping in the same bed as a man...my own husband. I am married and I will be a queen some day...a queen of Vegeta-sei and Anausia-sei. I will create children to pass down my legacy...and with this man. I am not to be afraid of him...I will be with him for the rest of my life, sleep with him for the rest of my life.

But then why...am I so scared?

Author's Note: Poor wee Bulma. So young and being married to a brutish prince. What's going to happen next chapter? Are Bulma and Vegeta going to "consummate" their royal marriage and start right away with producing heirs for the throne? Or will Bulma take the easy way out and run away? Or...will Vegeta? Until next time!