Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Koofun ( Chapter 10 )

Author's Note: Hello everybody! I want to apologize beforehand about the length of this chapter. It's really short, but I thought the ending was so evil and appropriate! You'll all hate me after you read it, but bwahahaha anyhow! Suffer and review, and I just MIGHT post another chapter half decently soon! Feel my evilness, mwahahaha! Enjoy!

Chapter Ten: Koofun (Excitement)

"Aha, I shall slayeth thee with a flourish of my mighty sword! Prepare to die, oh heathen."

After a swing of the heavy sword and a big metallic clank, the unknown person's opponent laughed evilly and grinned.

"Ah, but knoweth that if thou killeth me, I shall come and haunteth thou's dreams for all eternity!"

Slash, slash, clang, jab.

"Bwahahaha, my mighty sword shall cleave thee in half! Thou should give in, oh pathetic one."

Clang, slash, slash, bang.

"Thou fights like a weak woman! You shall perish."

Chichi dropped her sword and fell to the hard ground, trying not to die from laughing. Bulma followed suite, both trying to survive and not suffocate from lack of air.

The queen laughed softly, her hand over her heart. "Oh, you two should be court jesters. It is too bad that it has never existed on our planet for it was not 'serious' enough."

Bulma and Chichi stood, both bowing like two distinguished young men. "Your majesty, it was just for your viewing pleasure," Chichi said, grinning like a fool as she bowed once more, and then stood and sheathed her sword in the scabbard by her side. Bulma picked up her own sword that had fallen when she had laughed her head off, and then straightened the tight black pants that she usually wore when she practiced or "played" with Chichi. After straightening her pants she smoothed down her hair and her white shirt, and with an attractive smile planted on her face, she decided she looked good enough and sheathed her own sword in her silver scabbard.

Hokora sighed, wishing silently for the millionth time that these two girls were really her daughters as she watched them take care of their ruffled appearance. They were one of the few good things that had ever happened to her, and she would never take them for granted. She made sure both of them had bodyguards constantly, and were always watched (even if both of them could kill 98% of the men on the planet with just a mere swing of their sword). They were both highly attractive young ladies, and she would not take the chance of either of them being hurt or stolen away from her. Although, like she said, she doubted anyone would be able to.

"Come here girls and give this old woman a hug," Hokora said, feeling a burst of love for the two girls that cared so much for her. They cared so much that if she was sad, they would try their hardest to make her happy. If she were lonely, they would stay with her all day and not leave her side once. They were wonderful people.

Bulma and Chichi squeezed her until she complained of creaking old ribs. And because Chichi could not hold it in any longer, as always, she said, "Hokora, someone has asked for my hand."

The queen gasped in shock, but immediately hugged her again. "Really? Did you accept? Who was it? You know that I will not let you wed with a knave or a lower classed uneducated fool."

"No...it was Kakarott, the man I have told you so very much about. You have given me the chance to marry whom I wished, and I wish for Kakarott. He told me...he told me that he loved me, for I would not marry for anything but love."

The queen smiled and hugged her once more. "I am so happy for you. I shall let you marry this Kakarott." She thought for a moment. "And I shall make sure I raise his rank above elite so I know that you are very well taken care of and I never shall have to worry."

They started talking about marriage arrangements and dates that would be appropriate, but Bulma did not participate with excitement. It was not that she missed Vegeta, heaven's no. She was just...so very pathetically lonely. She wished that there were a way to have companionship with a man but not be considered cheating on the prince. She just wanted a male friend who would treat her like the lovely woman she wanted to feel like.

She excused herself from the queen and Chichi, saying that she needed a nap. They smiled and let her leave with the excuse, thinking that her leg was bothering her and she needed some rest so it could heal faster.

Bulma headed for the exit and walked out of the walled garden through a hidden side door to the palace that no one was allowed to use except Royalty and a few other choice people. However, just as she exited, she was immediately knocked down by what seemed to be another wall. Flustered for a moment, she let the person help her to her feet with a strong, gloved, but masculine hand. She stood and smoothed down her black pants, apologizing with extreme embarrassment as she felt her face flood with color at what had just happened, and knowing that a man had just seen her in an illegal state of dress. She looked up to see the male figure who had knocked her down, and collided into the most gorgeous obsidian eyes she had ever seen. "D-do...I know you?" she said with a flutter of her long eyelashes.

The much taller man shook his head, bowing over her soft white hand. He smirked and quirked his eyebrow at the soft blush on her face and said, "Allow me to introduce myself, my lady. My name is Yamcha...Lord Yamcha."

Author's Note: Bwahahaha...and oh yeah, Vegeta appears next chapter!!!!