Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Bakari Komiageru Bikushou ( Chapter 31 )

Author's Note: Well...I must say that I am sorely and severely disappointed in all my fans, IF I EVEN HAVE ANY NOW! I got only THREE reviews last chapter!!!! Do you know how much that hurt me? I felt like I was THE crappiest author on mm.org! Please don't make me feel that way, people! There are only what, two chapters left after this one? Please, please review! I want to try to get to 100 reviews, and since mm.org is allowing people who don't have an account review again, I should get more now! PLEASE REVIEW, why do you think I haven't updated in so long? TO PUNISH YOU!!!! Yes, Gohan's Onna has purposefully punished her "fans". Sorry, but I felt that it was necessary.

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Chapter Thirty One: Bakari Komiageru Bikushou (Just a Smile)

Anausia-sei

Over a Year Later

She cried out loud in shock as her world trembled and shook around her. She looked around in panic, looking to her side as she expected her husband to be there to protect her.

But he was not there.

He was dead.

Vegeta had been dead for over a year.

The palace shook once again, alerting her to the fact that they were being attacked once more. Anausia-sei had been under constant attack since Bulma had arrived home a year ago.

Once Vegeta had died, Bulma had been left with nothing. The only thing that had been of any consolation to her had been a letter that her husband had written a few weeks before his death, telling her that he loved her with all his heart and soul, and that if she ever needed protection, that she could run to any of the planets that he had listed, for they would shelter her and anyone else that she brought with her. He told her that Inguine-sei and Tanite-sei were two of the other planets that Saiya-jins inhabited, and they would honor her and protect her as their sovereign Princess.

It seemed like everything had happened so fast. After Vegeta had died-only a few weeks after his death-their planet had been attacked and overrun by outlaws looking for their own home. Almost everyone had been killed...the only reason why she had gotten away was because her father had sacrificed himself at the last moment, allowing her to take a space pod back to Anausia-sei...the home that she had not seen for almost five years.

She had arrived home to find it peaceful, but that had not lasted long. Only a week after her arrival they too had been attacked. They were constantly fighting off hordes of armies...she knew that they could not last much longer. Her only hope of any salvation was to run off to one of the planets Vegeta had made sure would be safe for her.

But did she want to? The question was her constant torment. Her life had been nothing but a living hell since Vegeta had died and left her alone...she felt like an empty husk, a shell without a soul. She was almost like the living dead.

The palace shook again, and she screamed when a part of the ceiling fell and hit the floor, plaster and large chunks of wood flying everywhere. Several windows shattered nearby. She could hear the cries and yells of servants and the rich alike, for a large amount of people had taken up residence at the palace for safety. It was the last place where they would take their stand, if need be.

Bulma hurried and pulled on a pair of her husband's old black pants and a white shirt. She grabbed a long knife and its sheath and strapped it to her thigh tightly, so she was sure it would not fall. Next she slipped one into her boot, and then strapped her elegant, long sword to her side, the present that Hokora had given her so long ago. Before she stepped out of the room, she pulled her hair up into a haphazard ponytail to keep it out of her face. She glanced in the mirror for a moment before she left, and saw determination and death. She was ready to kill, and she knew she would have to.

Since their planet had been under siege for the last year or so, she had learned to kill in ways that she never thought possible. Yes, she had been taught every possible way to kill that was known by Saiya-jin standards, but now she knew ones that no one would ever think possible. She had killed hundreds...no, thousands, defending her home. She knew that she would never wash the blood from her hands, but it helped her conscious to know that she was fighting for a good cause.

To save her planet, and the people living there.

She ran out into the crowded hall that was slowly falling apart, forcing her way through all the panicking people. Their screams rang through her ears, making her determination grow. She had not seen anyone this panicked yet; she gathered from that information that the enemy was close to the palace.

She broke through the throng of people and ran to the hall that led outside the palace. She burst into the courtyard in front of the palace, her heart pounding in her chest. She saw alien men in dark garb running and chasing both men and women alike. She saw scenes from hell: black smoke filling the sky, women being chased and thrown to the ground, their clothing ripped and their bodies bruised and bloody. She saw men slaughtered protecting those very women, and she felt her blood boil when such a scene occurred right in front of her. The man stood in front of his wife, shielding her with his arms as the woman clutched a child to her breast, her dirty face lined with desperate tears. Bulma felt her heart cry out to that woman as her husband was slain before her, trying to save her and her child's life.

Rage erupted from inside her and she ran, screaming desperate murder as she rushed one of the many alien's trying to conquer her planet. He was a humanoid creature, looking similar to her except for the coloring. His black eyes centered on her, and then widened when she ran him straight through his chest. She had wasted no time on fighting him and his worthless hide.

The second the man fell to the charred ground Bulma yelled for the woman to run into the palace for protection. The hysterical woman nodded, glanced down at the dead form of her husband one last time, and then ran, where Bulma never saw her again.

Over the next several hours, the princess of Anausia-sei slaughtered anyone who got in her way. She fought with determination and skill...desperation. She loved her world; she loved it almost as much as she had loved her husband. She needed to keep the one thing that she loved and had left, no matter what the cost.

She managed to procure a horse, for Ucukusii had been left on Vegeta-sei. She galloped mile after mile fighting for her planet, one of the very, very few who were. Anausia-sei could not protect itself...it never had been able to. She knew that if she had to, she would give her life. She would give her life all too willingly...and if she did die, she knew that she would see her husband, and be with him forever.

To hold him again.

To kiss him again.

To finally, be able to spend all eternity with him, and never fear again.

The trembling of the planet began to cease after hours upon hours of ruthless fighting. She was cut, bruised, bloody, tired, and sore. She felt her muscles pull in agony at every move she made. The horse beneath her whinnied weakly, and she patted his drenched neck and thanked him sincerely as she made her way back home. She prayed that the enemy had finally been vanquished.

She was almost home when she felt a stinging pain slam into her shoulder from behind. She screamed and fell off her horse, hitting the ground with a painful grunt. The horse reared and bolted, leaving her alone in the growing darkness. She looked around frantically as her hand searched for what had entered her shoulder, and she flinched as her fingers found the arrow jutting out obscenely from her flesh. She could feel the blood trickling down her back, and just when she was about to break the end of it off, she heard a cruel, malicious laugh fill the air and echo around her.

She wanted to sag with defeat, but she dared not to. She knew that she was already defeated...she could not fight. The arrow had entered through her right shoulder...the shoulder that she needed to use her sword with. She was not skilled enough to fight with her left arm alone, let alone when she was this tired.

A dark shadow formed over her, until a man stood over her. She stared, horrified, at the enormous humanoid being above her. She had never in her life seen someone so big, and his daunting stance only made him seem all the scarier.

"Well, what do we got here, eh? A little pigeon with an arrow in its wing. Seems to me like you can't be fightin' anymore of my men and killin' `em, does it?"

Bulma shuddered at the tone of his voice. It was so deep...not like Vegeta's...her husband's voice had been a silky deep, this man's was rough...evil. He knew that she was scared, and he was using that to his advantage.

His leg came out of nowhere. She cried out in agony as his booted foot shoved her hard into the ground, the arrow being pushed clean through her shoulder and out the other side.

"AHHH!!!! Oh god...it hurts! Please, stop!!!"

She begged him with tears in her eyes as he bent down and ripped the arrow from her body, tossing it beside her. Her back arched with misery, and she sobbed desperately as he leaned down until his face was only millimeters from her own. He spoke, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"You stupid bitch, tryin' to fight off my army. All we want is a cozy little home, just like you've had your whole stinking miserable life. Do you think you're better than all of us? Do you look down your nose at us, bitch?"

She screamed, her voice going hoarse as his filthy fingers dug into the ragged hole in her shoulder. Tears were almost beyond her now, and her world became splotchy with black dots.

He laughed cruelly and looked at her with an appraising eye. "You whore...I bet that you haven't had a good ride for a while, have you?"

Her eyes widened with horror, and she prayed for instant death. She prayed for anything that would save her from what she knew was coming. She would be completely helpless against this monster...and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Yes...I know all about you, Princess Bulma of Vegeta-sei. You don't think that anyone with a left nut wouldn't? You were Vegeta-sei's crown jewel...the most beautiful thing that anyone had ever seen, weren't you? Well...guess what? Your dead husband isn't here to save you, is he? No...he isn't."

Bulma sobbed as he began ripping her clothes away. Her right arm lay dead next to her, completely useless. She tried to fight him, she truly did, but all she could do was raise her left fist against him and beat it against him weakly. He laughed and laughed.

Through the haze of her misery, she dimly saw something lying beside her. She groaned weakly as he began cutting her pants away with his bloody, dirty knife, and she moved her left arm slowly, ever so slowly, until her hand grasped the arrow that the monster had tossed aside. She could hear him laughing, chuckling to himself at his luck. He thought that he was going to get a good ride, one that would not fight him. Well, he was wrong.

He obviously did not see it coming. She pushed forward with every once of strength she had left, and plunged it deep into his chest.

He looked down at her stupidly, then growled, and then screamed. Out of nowhere he drew the knife out that had been cutting away her clothing, and the next thing she knew, it was embedded straight into her heart.

Her misery was finally over.

She closed her eyes blissfully, and to the shock of the monster above her, she smiled.

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Bulma felt herself drift into a state of almost being awake, but she never managed to quite open her eyes. She fought the feeling, she tried to wake up, but she could not. She had an awareness, a feeling, that she had only been dreaming, but her body was not ready to wake up yet. She drew in a lungful of air, and then let out a trembling breath, thankful that it had only been a dream, just a dream, before she fell back into a deep unconsciousness.

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Author's Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! It was only a dream!!! I thought I would throw y'all off there. Next chapter is awesome, so stay tuned. And the more reviews I get, the faster you will get the chapter! It's already completed!!

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