Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Kanasimi ( Chapter 8 )

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't posted a chapter for so long, but I am just so busy! It seems like all I do anymore is WORK. It seems like the hours after work are just so short, and after getting up early/late, you get so exhausted. It sucks a lot, and my stories and everyone reading my stories suffer from it. Don't get me wrong, I love this story and I wish I could write it all the time, but it's just not possible. Maybe someday I'll get a laptop and my problems will be solved. Mwahaha, that will be the day. Anyhow, enjoy!!

Chapter Eight: Kanasimi (Sadness)

Vegeta-sei

City of Mulani

Two years later

"No, you goofy girl! What are you doing?! Swing with your left as well; you cannot just use your right the whole time!! It gives you a weakness! You would be dead in five minutes!!!"

Bulma nodded fiercely, gritting her teeth as she switched to her left arm. The new metal glinted in the sunlight, temporarily blinding her opponent. Bulma took advantage of the situation and tried out her left arm, feeling the pull and strain of muscles never used as her sword clashed with Chichi's. The older girl grunted at the impact, and Bulma grinned wickedly at the shocked look on her friend's face. The queen cheered them both on in the distance, and it stirred Bulma's need to try harder, to become the best. To show that she was not just a pathetic little girl that had no use in life.

She pushed off Chichi's sword with her weight, going back into an offensive stance as they circled each other from the few feet separating them. This was their first serious fight, the first spar they had ever had that they were actually giving it all they had, showing their instructors their weaknesses and strengths. When they managed to finish their fight, which had been going on for the past hour, their sensei's would be able to work on something new and improve their students.

Bulma gritted her teeth once more as she pushed off the ground with her feet, a loud cry ripping its way from her throat as she charged her best friend. Taking Chichi off guard at her unexpected maneuver, all Chichi could do was block it awkwardly. Their swords slid down each other with a metallic screech, and both flinched at the horrible sound. They pushed off each other and went at it again, hacking away at each other.

This was the signal that they would be going at it for a while. The queen stood from her cushioned seat, her ladies in waiting staying where they were with a motioned hand. They giggled behind their hands and tried not to look interested at the scene playing before them. For, as they all knew, swordplay between women was preposterous.

The main instructor, Damon his name, nodded respectively to the queen. The beautiful woman smiled gently, leaning her head in close to his older one.

"Damon, do you honestly think this is a good idea for my two lovelies? You know that I would never wish harm upon them. They are the daughters I never had."

Damon nodded, grinning. "My queen, you know that if I honestly didn't think these two firebrands were ready, I would have made them wait. But as you know, they are excellent at this sport. They far exceed most of the men at the barracks their age. Sometimes I have to wonder if they have done this before," he said, his smile still bright. He was in his mid-fifties, but still looked young, as all Saiya-jins did around that age. He was a master at what he did, and he knew it. He was a Saiya-jin Elite, and although he normally did not take advantage of it, he would put someone in their place if need be.

"If you say so," the queen said, giving the Saiya-jin princess and her best friend a confused look. "I just don't understand what drives them so. They act as if they are men."

"My queen-"

She shook her head, giving him her hand in a friendly gesture. "Please, Damon. We have known each other since I was crowned queen. Call me Hokora, my given name," she said, hoping that he would accept this offer of friendship.

His smiled changed, perhaps into something more warm and nice. "Alright, Hokora. If that is what you wish."

She nodded sincerely, and then laughed softly. "Just do not let my husband know. For as you know, no one is allowed to utter my name but him. Sometimes it gets lonely." She did not mention that her two "lovelies" as she liked to call them, knew her name and used it all the time. The king did not know that as well.

His smile still in place, he continued where he had been interrupted. "Hokora, I think that these two girls are very special. Especially the young princess there. From the first day I saw her at her marriage ceremony with the prince, I thought she would be one of those shy, timid debutantes. But...she changed the day after he left." He did not noticed the expression on the queen's face at the mention of her son, so he continued. "Lady Chichi is the same, even though I didn't even see her until two weeks later when the rumor spread around about her escaping the Anausian palace just to stay with the princess. However, I think she is trying to impress a certain someone over there..." he said, motioning to his left behind several thick bushes.

The queen gasped. No men were allowed to be in this area-the area the queen had made just for her two girls-and there was a man!! She blushed slightly, and then laughed delicately. She knew that man. He had been stationed with her son wherever he had gone, but Vegeta had obviously left him on the planet when he had disappeared.

Glancing at Chichi and then the man, she knew he was doomed. What Saiya-jin man could refuse a woman that would fight with all her heart, and got all hot, sweaty, and dirty just like another man? She knew the secret about Saiya-jin men-they were near perverts when it came to women that fought. That was the reason she had made this place-fifteen-foot high walls that were two feet thick, surrounded on the inside with tall trees to help prevent seeing in. Obviously it hadn't kept back this young fool, but she didn't have the heart to have him seized. She knew her dear little Chichi would never forgive her, and she did not want to hurt the poor girl.

At a sudden cry, Hokora's attention was torn away from her thoughts and brought back to reality. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of red, and she promptly crumpled where she stood.

Cries and screams erupted from the queen's ladies, who rushed over to aid their queen while the instructors ran over to check on Bulma's leg, which was torn open hideously at the thigh. Bulma lay on the ground, staring at it with utter shock as blood pooled around her. She did not yet feel the pain, and Damon knew that he had to do what he could before that happened.

Chichi dropped her blood-coated sword with dread. She stood there, unable to do anything as she saw Kakarott run out from the bushes where he had been hiding, moving her away from the sight of Bulma's leg, which was pouring blood like it was liquid water. Chichi covered her face with her hands as tears gathered in her eyes, and she prayed that her friend would be alright and she would not lose her leg.

Kakarott didn't give one thought to ripping off the shirt he was wearing, for it was one of his few days off and he had been going for the casual look. He had decided earlier to spend the whole day with Chichi, but it looked like he might not be spending time with her for a while.

Quickly shoving the two instructors out of the way, one he knew as Damon, the other he didn't know, he wrapped his white shirt around the princess's leg. Her pants-which she wore when she practiced with a sword-were ripped up to the top of her thigh, compliments of Damon. He thanked him silently as he tied his shirt in a large knot, trying to stop the unceasing flow of blood. The princess's eyes were still wide, and with how much blood she was losing, he had the feeling she might start hemorrhaging. His shirt was the only thing holding her muscle to her leg; else it would have been hanging off like a sliced piece of meat.

Ordering the two other men to help pick her up as gently as possible, they all took hold of her and lifted. Running and tripping ladies in waiting opened the doors to the enclosed area, but they finally managed to open the heavy doors so they could get through.

Guards along the way followed them, opening doors and moving loitering people out of the way so they could get through. They made their way to the science wing of the palace in the city of Mulani, where the infirmary was housed. Immediately doctors, scientists, and nurses alike rushed to aid their princess, and almost twenty people ended up lowering her down onto an empty bed.

Kakarott and the two instructors moved out of the way so they could attend to the girl without their interference, and left to see to the queen. Last they saw her, she was lying on the ground surrounded by several ladies trying not to swoon, so they had the feeling they would be needed.

When they got there, the queen was still unconscious. Starting to worry about the older woman, Kakarott went to her side and tapped her pale, lovely cheek. "Come on, your highness. You need to wake up so you can go check on the princess. She might need you."

She did not make a sound or even so much as stir. Kakarott checked her pulse, finding it to be somewhat fluttery. Wondering if something might really be wrong with her, he asked the other men around him to help pick her up to bring her to the infirmary. They nodded, treating their queen as delicately as they possibly could as they brought her to the place where she could be properly dealt with. They did not want anything to happen to their queen, nothing at all.

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Kakarott paled at the news.

The queen still had not awoken, and Bulma was possibly dying from loss of blood.

"Maybe if we would have gotten to her sooner...but it might have been too late. We have her in a regeneration tank, but...."

Kakarott nodded. The king had already been informed, and he was on his way here now from the official Royal Palace in Versai. They were at a smaller, much homier palace in Mulani, and it would take him almost three hours to get here. He prayed to the gods that Bulma would survive, and the queen would awake. Not just for the women's sake, but for the whole planet's.

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Author's Note: Well, Bulma is injured and the queen won't wake up! Maybe Bulma will die and the queen will go into a coma! Doubtful, but you don't know and I do! So, in order to find out what happens to them, you have to tune in next time, for chapter 9 of The Prince and Princess Diaries!