Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince and Princess Diaries ❯ Taikanshiki ( Epilogue )

Author's Note: NOOOOOOOO IT'S FINALLY HERE! WHY GOD WHYYYYYYY....................

 

Hehehehe. Yes, this is the LAST chapter, just to let you all know. It took me quite a while to make this chapter, because I actually wanted to make it pretty formal, to sound like a real coronation. So, where did I get my coronation information? Great Britain's of course ;). It was the one they used like, BACK IN THE DAY in the 1700s. I hope that you all can picture Bulma's absolutely stunning dress, for it is a total masterpiece. I tried to make it sound as magnificent as I possibly could, lol. Also, I want you all to think about how emotional Vegeta would be about this whole thing. Could you imagine if the real Vegeta in the real DBZ timeline actually was crowned? He would probably...well, I don't really know what he would do, but I think he might cry, just a little bit, and then laugh evilly. HAHAHA!

 

Well, just so England and Akira do not sue me, here are the following disclaimers:

 

I do not own England's Coronation thingie, or DBZ. Thank you for letting me play around with them though, mwahahahaha.

 

Enjoy, and thank you all for sticking through to the end like the wonderful fans you are!!!!!

 

 

Epilogue: Taikanshiki (Coronation)

 

 

It was the day of the crowning of the High Prince of Vegeta-sei, Inguine-sei, Tanite-sei, and the dominions and planets thereunto belonging, and the crowning of the Princess of Vegeta-sei and Anausia-sei as the Sovereign King and Queen of Vegeta-sei, Inguine-sei, Tanite-sei, Anausia-sei, and the dominions and planets thereunto belonging.

 

The ceremony reminded Bulma briefly of the day that she had been married to Vegeta. It was a day that she preferred to forget, and seeing as how she could only remember transitory thoughts and things that she had seen at that age, she had the feeling that she had not wanted to remember it then either.

 

Women from different planets, not a single one of them Saiya-jin, surrounded her. In an odd way, she felt insulted that she was not being attended to by her own subjects, but she had the feeling that the alien women around her somehow were her subjects. Vegeta was inheriting planets and territories that she was sure she had never even heard of, and more than likely, these women were from those places.

 

She remembered her wedding gown and how heavy it had been. It had been a pure, startling white...completely covered in diamonds. She remembered how tiny she had felt in it, she had been utterly swathed in silk and satin from head to toe...the gown itself had been so wide that Vegeta had barely been able to walk beside her.

 

If she had thought that gown was horrific, then she had been wrong. The gown that she was going to be wearing was the exact gown that Hokora had worn when she had been crowned queen, for there had not been enough time to have a new one made for her. She was lucky that her and Hokora were around the same size.

 

The gown, just like her wedding dress, was white except with gold trim. It not only was smothered in diamonds, but in every other jewel known to every culture in the universe. Gems, jewels, precious stones, if you could thing of it, you would find it. The gown was a masterpiece, worth enough to completely take a planet completely devoured in poverty into riches.

 

Earlier, before Vegeta had been separated from her to prepare for the ceremony, he had shown her some of the Crown Jewels and let her have her choice among them. Hidden away in the deep dark recesses of the palace, through hidden passages she had not even known about, Vegeta had shown her riches beyond her wildest dreams. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, crowns, tiaras, brooches, arms bands, anything that was physically possible to be put on your body and be designated as jewelry, was there, lain upon velvety cushions and locked away in rooms that took several codes and combinations to get in to.

 

And then he had shown her the crowns and scepters that would be given to them upon their coronation. They had been locked away in a secret room beside the vault, which took more codes and passwords. Lying on beautiful golden velvet cushions, they had been resting, illuminated by several lights that were above them. They were pure gold, utterly embedded with diamonds and rubies and emeralds. The queen's crown and scepter were smaller; to show her slightly lower rank in power, and more graceful and feminine. The king's were large and prominent, almost too bold for her arrogant husband.

 

She had to admit that beautiful was too dull a word to call the crown that would be placed upon her head. It was small, and so delicate in its design that she knew that she was going to be afraid to touch it. She had tiaras and crowns that she herself owned, but nothing would ever compare to the diamond-bedecked crown that she would have placed on her head.

 

Just thinking about it made her sweat. Vegeta had kissed her very thoroughly that morning and told her that everything would be all right. He let her know that she had been trained her whole life to lead a planet, and that was what she was going to do. He also let her know that she would not be doing it by herself.

 

She missed him dreadfully at that moment. They had waited about a week after he had been released from the regeneration tank, just enough time to prepare for their coronation and for him to have a chance to heal more in the natural world. He was still weak and too thin, but she was not worried. He showed no signs of anything but health. He would be fine in no time.

 

Bulma was told to stand as several ladies helped her into her last embroidered petticoat, which was almost too heavy to be an undergarment. She chuckled at the thought of whoever was going to remove it...hopefully Vegeta.

 

It took several hours for the ladies to bathe her, primp her, dress her, and then primp her some more, before she was actually donned in the coronation gown. After finally getting the thing on, which took a good hour with all the tiny buttons that had to be done, she still had to get her hair and makeup done. Her hair was something close to a stunning success by the time it was done, considering the woman who was doing it. It seemed like she took every single strand of hair and placed it somewhere intricate, somewhere that, when complete, would be something people would stare at and be in awe of. She placed tiny flowers and small strands of diamonds and pearls all through her hair, weaving it like a perfect tapestry.

 

By the time she was done with her hair, Bulma's hip-length aqua hair was piled on top of and behind her head. The future queen admired it by turning her head side-to-side, almost afraid to move too fast. It was incredibly weighty, but it was nothing compared to the gown she was wearing.

 

Next was her makeup. She demanded nothing heavy or dramatic. This time she had two women doing it at the same time, one taking turns, each of them perfecting the other. Her eyes were frosted with a light, delicate gold, just to match the gold trim on her gown and make the shape of her eyes look exotic, and then sprinkled with a sparkling white to draw attention to the startling blue color of her eyes. Her cheeks were dusted with a light pink; just enough to make her look like a blushing bride. Her lips were touched with a pink gloss, and then, to add the finishing touches, they applied black mascara to her eyelashes to make her look intriguing. By the time they were done, she looked like she had been drawn by an artist's flawless hand, something that was incredible, something that was a work of art. Even the women that had done the work stood there and stared.

 

“I know that I am good, your highness, but I must say, it could not just be me. It has to be how absolutely beautiful you are. You bring out everything that we have done to you to an extent that will never be duplicated,” one of the young alien women said, her hand fluttering over her chest. Her fox-like eyes looked faintly misty and her pink skin looked flushed, which made Bulma smile. She guessed that the girl took her work very seriously.

 

Bulma stood with the help of several assistants. She thanked them all very thoroughly, nervousness crawling up her spine. It was only an hour before she was to meet her husband in the sprawling church next to the palace, where all the past coronations had taken place since the Vegeta name had begun. She had no clue what was going to happen; she had not been prepped, and she had never once seen a coronation occur. Vegeta was the one that at least had a clue what was going on...he was destined to be king all his life, and he had known it. She had just known that she was going to be a queen or some nobleman's wife...either way, she had never been told what was going to happen.

 

After taking a few precautionary steps around her room, she was forced to don the jewelry that she had picked out earlier from the vault holding the Crown Jewels. Several of the ladies left and brought in numerous velvet pillows holding and cushioning the necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings.

 

Once she had the jewelry on, Bulma could have sworn that she was carrying about an extra one hundred pounds. She had about three necklaces on, one of which was a set of ancient pearls that wrapped around her throat three times, the longest part that was wrapped around her throat dipped almost to her stomach. She had five bracelets on each wrist, which were severely heavy and burdensome, and she lost much of the movement to her arms. It was even worse when she had a ring applied to every finger she had, on top of the gloves she was wearing.

 

The earrings she had plied to her ears were so old, Bulma wondered if they would crumble if touched. They held however, whenever she put them on, and they weighed her head down even more. They dangled intricately, almost touching her shoulders.

 

After having all of her jewelry put on, she was done. The only thing she had left to do was put on her shoes and queenly cloak, which were thankfully, the most comfortable things she had on. She thanked whoever had enough insight to leave her shoes low to the ground, soft, and malleable. Her cloak as well, was not too bad, besides how it drug on the ground a good two feet behind her.

 

Bulma stood, her ladies standing around her, and stared at herself in the full-length mirror. Vegeta was in the room next to her, preparing with several other alien men. She giggled at the thought of what he might be wearing, because she really had no clue what he would be wearing. She guessed that everything would be a surprise. And she meant everything.

 

Next door, Vegeta scowled at the man who was buttoning his golden cuff. It could not be that hard, which was the thought that made Vegeta shove the man away and do it himself.

 

“By the gods, it surely is not that hard, you fool. Go do something useful, for you certainly cannot dress me correctly,” he said harshly, making all the other men in the room chuckle at the embarrassed being. The alien nodded shamefacedly and left the room, returning shortly with a velvet pillow similar to the ones Bulma had just emptied jewelry from.

 

Vegeta picked amongst a selection of rings, picking two out that he thought were appropriate. One held the crest of Vegeta-sei, and the other was a giant ruby that reminded him of his planet's skies.

 

The soon-to-be crowned king stood in front of the mirror as two men fastened golden chains from his shoulders that draped over his chest and met in the middle with the insignia of Vegeta-sei in a circle of gold. He stared at himself hard, wondering if his father had done the same thing so many years ago. Vegeta himself had not been born until two years after his mother and father had been crowned, so he had not been present at the coronation. He had, however, witnessed other coronations and knightings, even some people receiving titles. He at least had an idea of what to look forward to, unlike his wife. He smirked at the thought of what she would have to go through. She would be forced to withstand hours of speeches and prayer, and by the time they were done, he had the feeling that she would be absolutely miserable.

 

He looked himself over in the mirror. His formal battle suit, he guessed you would call it, was meant to match his wife's gown: white and gold. He had only two rings for jewelry, and the chain draped across his chest. Emblazoned above his heart yet again was the blood red insignia of Vegeta-sei, which was appropriate for it signified that he was royalty. Anyone who was royalty always wore the symbol unless they were dressed informally. When dressed in his regular battle armor, which was something similar to this attire except less formal, had the same thing above his heart. His chest swelled with pride, unbelieving that the day he had been born for was finally here.

 

The men that had helped dress and prepare him for his coronation stood back as he admired himself. He had to admit that he was slightly pale and too skinny for his tastes, but with the way that his wife was all over him every night, he had the feeling that she did not mind. He chuckled to himself. His wife could not keep her hands off him now that he was healing. If anything, she was the one that wore him out every night, demanding little vixen that she was.

 

When Vegeta demanded his kingly cloak, he still had a smirk on his face. He wondered briefly if Bulma would be too tired after the coronation to have a little fun.

 

 

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The double doors were both opened to allow Bulma to move out of her former room. Now that she stayed with Vegeta every night, she had little use for it. They had used it only for her to be kept separate from Vegeta, something that seemed similar to a wedding tradition.

 

Bulma felt her leg muscles strain as she moved her magnificent self down the hallway to where Vegeta was. Her ladies, as she liked to call them, followed swiftly behind her, ready at every moment to help or aid her in any way. Bulma had expressed right before they had left the room to be ready just in case her legs went out from beneath her. She told them with a slight laugh that she did not think even a man could hold up what she was currently wearing.

 

Bulma was waiting outside her husband's door only a moment before it was thrust open and the future king stepped out. Bulma's breath fled from her lungs as her pleased husband stood before her, dressed in a way that words could not describe. He stood tall and proud, so very proud. He looked like she had never seen him before—he looked like he was...happy. More than happy. It was as if this was the moment in his life that he had been waiting for, the moment that would define what his life actually meant.

 

Bulma took her husband's gloved hand, still staring at him as he pressed his lips to her own gloved and be-ringed fingers.

 

Bulma sought to find something to say to him without sounding stupid. “V-Vegeta...you are so—“

 

He smirked, his wicked mouth quirked up in the way that always made her melt. She sighed, “You are so handsome, Vegeta. I had no clue you could look so...so very good.”

 

He could not help but laugh. “Yes, well, I might look good, but you, my wife, could not be described in mere words. Perhaps later I will show you how very beautiful you are in a more...physical way,” he said, lowering his voice so that only she could hear. Her face flamed with color, and she looked to both sides to make sure that no one had overheard. Her free hand pressed to her cheek as she laughed to cover her embarrassment.

 

“Oh, Vegeta...please,” she begged breathlessly, her face still red.

 

“Please what?” he prodded evilly.

 

She laughed once more, shoving at his chest playfully. He just smirked again, tucking his wife's hand in his elbow. The procession of the soon-to-be king, queen, and the ladies and gentlemen that had aided their highnesses followed the hallway in the area where the Royal suites were housed. They were met with a surprisingly large group of people, mostly the scientists that had been down in the sterilized lab for months on end, the alien servants, and a few Saiya-jins, mostly soldiers, that had managed to survive the plague.

 

Vegeta was surprised to see the grouping part, where he beheld a short line of elder, Saiya-jin soldiers that had survived the plague. He felt something move inside his chest, for he recognized most of the men from being alive in his father's time. No doubt they had done the same thing for his father when they had been younger.

 

He heard Bulma gasp beside him, and he looked down to see his wife's eyes watering. “Oh, Vegeta...” she said, looking up at him, her cheeks flushed with happiness. Vegeta smiled back down at her, his free hand moving over top of their linked arms to cover her hand. He felt pride beyond anything that he had ever felt before as he walked down the row of soldiers, men on each side of his wife and him. Once they reached the middle of the row, the soldiers moved along side them, every single one of them dressed in formal Saiya-jin battle armor, much like him. His wife moved beside him, slower than normal from the heavy weight she was carrying, looking for all the world like she was going to cry.

 

He bent down discreetly to her dainty, bejeweled ear. “There is no reason to cry, Bulma.”

 

She sniffled, keeping her eyes to the red-carpeted path before them. She'd had no clue that the coronation would be as formal as it was, and she was surprised that they had been able to do as much as they had. The soldiers walking beside them must have come from all over Vegeta-sei, for there had not been this many just in the palace, or at least she thought. The groups of people following behind them were just coming to watch the coronation, and they would just sit in the church. She had just thought she would get dressed up all nice and go into the church, where they would say some formalities and then be crowned and leave. She had not known that it was going to be public, let alone have the whole soldier-walking-beside-them and being-so-honorable-and-almost-making-her-and-Vegeta-cry thing, but it was beautiful.

 

When they reached the church, the wide, double doors were opened for them, where they entered a huge towering room filled with glowing white candles. Bulma saw a few more people waiting here, mostly peasants from the village below the palace.

 

Bulma was surprised to see two throne-like chairs sitting in front of the aisle, where a man dressed in Saiya-jin religious clothing was standing, a huge old book in his scrawny arms. Off to the side Bulma saw two more religious men standing, and in the middle of them was a stand, where the two crowns and two scepters lay on two golden cushions.

 

Bulma began to sweat. She felt nervous and self-conscious; she felt like she was going to screw up. With the look Vegeta had on his face, she could tell that he was thinking that he was better than every one else and that haha, he was going to be king and rule all of them over with an iron fist and there was nothing they could do about it.

 

She felt like the complete opposite. She felt like she was not cut out for this, that she would not be able to rule these people. Was there a question that asked her if she would forever stand by her people, through sickness and in health, through richness or poorness? She prayed not, for she knew that she would scream no and run away. She hadn't had to go through this to become a princess; she had been born into being a princess. She had to be crowned in order to become a queen...she had to rule and govern and protect her people...she had to provide Vegeta-sei with an heir, she had to do so many things that she felt all of a sudden like all of the planets that she was going to control had now rested their weight on her shoulders.

 

They were now walking toward their royal altar. She felt herself gnawing at her lips, and she fought the urge to stop in her tracks. Vegeta was barely allowing her to keep up to him, it seemed like he wanted to run to the throne and be crowned now. She wanted to beg him to stop, that she was not ready for this, maybe just a little bit more training, a little more—

 

They had arrived at the altar in front of the old man, and were prompted by the Saiya-jin holy man to kneel in front of him. Vegeta released her hand, and she bit her lip as he knelt on his knees before him, his hands resting on his thighs. Bulma followed every motion in almost exact time as him, for she wanted to look like she knew what she was doing.

 

The Saiya-jin holy man began to speak, his old, trembling voice booming through the church. The onlookers listened in awe.

 

“We are gathered here today, the day of the twenty-eighth and third moon, to crown the High Prince of Vegeta-sei, Inguine-sei, Tanite-sei, and the dominions and planets thereunto belonging, and the crowning of the Princess of Vegeta-sei and Anausia-sei as the Sovereign King and Queen of Vegeta-sei, Inguine-sei, Tanite-sei, Anausia-sei, and the dominions and planets thereunto belonging.”

 

He cleared his throat, and stared down at the Prince and Princess knelt before him, the Prince looking confident, and the Princess looking terrified. Her face was drained of all color, and she was looking up at him as if he was delivering her a death sentence. He smoothed his harsh tone and spoke almost directly to her.

 

“I now must have your confidence that you, your Royal Highness of Anausia-sei, Princess Bulma, do think that you have the ability to run and govern the planet of Anausia-sei upon your father's death, the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to him upon his death, and as you join your husband's side as queen, the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to him upon his coronation.”

 

Bulma gulped and her sweating fingers gripped her jewel-encrusted gown. This was the question that she had been dreading the most, and it had been the first thing said to her!

 

She glanced at Vegeta from the corner of her eye, feeling the old man's gaze on her. Her husband looked stern, almost as if he was willing her to say “yes” just by his mere facial expression.

 

Could she say no? Did she even have the right to? Would she be instantly denounced as princess and sent somewhere far away?

 

She drew in a deep breath. This was not as hard as she was making it. Vegeta had told her this morning that she did not have to worry; it was not as if she was doing this on her own. Vegeta was going to be right beside her...and she knew that Vegeta would be doing most of the work. What was there to be worried about?

 

She released the air in her lungs and said clearly, “I give you my confidence that I, Princess Bulma of Anausia-sei, shall have the ability to run and govern Anausia-sei and the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to my father upon his death, and the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to Prince Vegeta upon his coronation.” She thanked the gods for her memory, sighing with the effort that it had taken to say all that. She could not believe all the power that she was giving to Vegeta now that he was becoming king. Anausia-sei was Vegeta's after her father's death, along with anything else that he owned. Her father was rich beyond comprehension, and when he died, Vegeta would be inheriting a fortune on top of the one he already had. All because she had married him. She guessed it was true that when you were born into higher society, you did not marry for love. She supposed that she was a lucky one.

 

The old man smiled gently down at the Princess, who seemed to have relaxed marginally. He then turned his gaze to the haughty Prince, and he purposefully hardened his stare. It was different with a queen for she would not be directly ruling. The king however, had all the power, and he wanted to let the cocky Prince know this.

 

“I too, now must have your confidence that you, your Royal Highness of Vegeta-sei, Prince Vegeta, do think that you have the ability to run and govern the planet of Vegeta, the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to you upon your coronation, and as you join your wife's side as king, the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to her upon her father's death.”

 

Vegeta's smile almost made him look delirious. “I give you my confidence that I, Prince Vegeta of Vegeta-sei, shall have the ability to run and govern Vegeta-sei and the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to me upon my coronation, and the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to Princess Bulma upon her father's death.”

 

The old holy man looked upon the assembled people in the church, and he spoke to them loudly and clearly, so all would hear. “Having therefore an entire confidence that his said Highness the Prince of Vegeta-sei and her said Highness the Princess of Anausia-sei will perfect the deliverance so far advanced by them, and will still preserve them from the violation of their rights which they have here asserted, and from all other attempts upon their religion, rights and liberties, the said people assembled at this church do resolve that Vegeta and Bulma, Prince and Princess of Vegeta-sei, be and be declared King and Queen of Vegeta-sei, Inguine-sei, Tanite-sei, and the dominions thereunto belonging, to hold the crown and royal dignity of the said kingdoms and dominions to them during their lives and the life of the survivor of them, and that the sole and full exercise of the regal power be only in and executed by the said Prince and Princess of Vegeta-sei in the names of the said Prince and Princess during their joint lives.”

 

Bulma stared completely in awe, her mouth gaping open. What was that? He might as well have spoke gibberish to her, for she had not understood almost anything that he had said. She blinked several times to clear her mind, and then straightened her spine. She would pretend that she had understood.

 

The holy man looked down at her again, except this time, his gaze was harsh. Her whole body went stiff with alarm, for she had the feeling what was going to be said next was directed at her.

 

“My dear Princess, I now must ask that you give me your hand.”

 

Bulma licked her dry lips and placed her gloved and be-ringed hand in his old, wrinkled, and veiny one. She stared up at him and his aged face, almost as if an unknown force was making her.

 

“I now need your Royal Oath that you, Princess Bulma, promise to stay in the purist form for the duration of your life, so that your children will also remain pure, to the line of Vegeta, and so that the great line of Vegeta will stay on for the future generations until the end of time. With your said purity, I must have it known that you have remained pure and whole to your lord throughout the duration of your marriage to your husband, the said Prince of Vegeta-sei, and shall remain so until your death.”

 

Bulma drew in a deep breath. She had to announce to the whole world that she had not had sex with anyone since she had married Vegeta, and that she promised to not cheat on him while she was queen...until her death? She blinked again, and she felt the old man's hand squeeze hers. She smiled.

 

“I promise that I, Princess Bulma, have been pure to the line of Vegeta, and shall remain so until my death.”

 

The old man nodded, a smile on his face. He looked over the crowd again, most of them looking on too enthusiastically at the said question. “Let it be known that her Royal Highness, the Princess of Vegeta-sei, has been pure to the line of Vegeta, and shall remain so until her death.”

 

There were some whispers, but nothing more than that. Bulma wanted to smack all of them.

 

The old man then turned to Vegeta, and Bulma was surprised to hear the old man not ask her husband the same question. Of course, Vegeta could go galloping about the countryside and leave any bastards he wanted because he was a man, not a woman. The unfairness of it all.

 

Bulma briefly heard the old man continue talking in the background. Most of it was just blather, until she heard, “...and after their deceases the said crown and royal dignity of the said kingdoms and dominions to be to the heirs of the body of the said princess, and for default of such issue to the Princess Bulma of Anausia-sei and the heirs of her body, and for default of such issue to the heirs of the body of the said Prince of Vegeta-sei.”

 

Her face scrunched up in confusion. It was almost embarrassing how they were parading the fact that the future heirs of Vegeta-sei and all of the other planets they owned would come from her body. They made it sound so mechanical, not lovely or even magic, that one had to make love in order to have a child. Her faced scrunched up. Well...she hoped that in most cases people made love.

 

The old holy man then asked everyone in the church to pray. Already having been on her knees, all Bulma had to do was bow her head and clasp her hands. They prayed for over an hour, and by the time they were done, her knees were protesting and screaming from the hard surface they were resting on, not to mention all the jewels and stones digging into them from her gown. Vegeta seemed to notice her discomfort too, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could not very well tell the man to hurry up. Well, he probably could, but she did not think it was that much of an emergency.

 

After the end of the prayer, the church was silent. The holy man then boomed, “It is now time to crown the Prince and Princess of Vegeta-sei as the Sovereign King and Queen of Vegeta-sei. I ask that all of you stand, and afterward, give the oaths of allegiance and supremacy to their Highnesses.”

 

Bulma looked over to Vegeta, and was amazed at the look on his face. It almost seemed like he had waited a whole lifetime for this, almost as if in another lifetime he had never had the chance to become king, and he was making up for it now.

 

They were bidden to rise, at which Bulma did on trembling knees. Vegeta clasped her hand and held it up between them as they stepped up the few stairs to the Royal Dais. They both stood before their thrones, staring at the golden majestic stature that the thrones would bring them upon their crowning.

 

Bulma felt her husband squeeze her hand before the holy man told them to sit. He released her hand, and they both turned, facing the crowd sitting in the rows of seats. Bulma saw her father, looking resplendent in his own royal attire, sitting next to Dr. Kanzaka. Her eyes watered as she heard the words that she had known that she would hear since the moment she had been told that she would be marrying Vegeta.

 

“Your Highnesses, you may be seated on your thrones, at which you will be crowned, and officially and undoubtedly become the Sovereign King and Queen of all that you see.”

 

Bulma's legs reacted before her brain did, and she felt herself slowly sit into her chair. It was large, spacious, and comfy, and this was the first thing she thought of the moment she sat. She smiled brightly at the wonderfulness of not having to kneel on the floor, instead of the fact that she would be crowned in only a matter of moments.

 

Vegeta watched his wife's face light up with a happy smile, and wondered if she was as excited about being crowned as he was. He had waited all his life for this. He had known since the day he had been born that he was going to be the true King, the only King. He was feeling an exuberance that he had never felt before in his life.

 

Bulma watched on as two holy men were bidden by the older one to pick up the Crowns and Scepters that would denote their rank. The crown in one hand, the scepter in the other, the young men carried them both over on the pillows of gold. The old man stood in between her and Vegeta, but then moved in front of her after the man dressed in pure white holding her crown and scepter moved to stand beside her.

 

The aging man placed his wrinkled hand upon her head, and said in an almost proud voice, “I now crown Princess Bulma of Anausia-sei as the Sovereign Queen of Vegeta-sei, Inguine-sei, Tanite-sei, and the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to her, and Anausia-sei, upon her father's death.”

 

The old man took hold of the delicate gold crown encrusted in diamonds, rubies, and emeralds and held it above her head. She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes, and felt the slightest tremor shudder through her body as she waited for it to be placed upon her head.

 

The old man lowered it, and Vegeta watched on as his young wife's beautifully startling blue eyes fluttered open as she felt the weight placed gently upon her head. Her trembling hand flew up to her mouth to hide an apparent “oh”, and he could not help but be proud of her as several shaken tears fell from her eyes. So much in so little time...it was almost too much for her, he knew.

 

The scepter was placed in her left hand, and the old holy man nodded his head in respect to her. She nodded back, giving him a watery smile. There was a small cheer in the church, but everyone was shushed immediately.

 

Next was Vegeta. Bulma turned to watch as the old man placed his hand on top of his head, and she cocked her head to her side as he closed his eyes emotionally. She had no clue what this meant to him, and she doubted that she ever would.

 

“I now crown Prince Vegeta of Vegeta-sei as the Sovereign King of Vegeta-sei, Inguine-sei, Tanite-sei, and the properties, territories, and planets thereunto belonging to him, and Anausia-sei, upon Queen Bulma's father's death.”

 

This time the holy man took hold of the much larger, more powerful looking crown that was to be her husband's. Vegeta also drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes again, as the aging Saiya-jin placed the crown upon his head. She gasped as she saw her husband's eyelashes become spiked with tears, but not a single tear fell. She smiled gently as his eyes opened and he turned to her, a smile of his own on his lips. He was still staring at her as the scepter was placed in his right hand.

 

“I now ask that the Sovereign King and Queen of Vegeta-sei stand and be recognized now, to all that have witnessed.”

 

Vegeta took her hand and held it tightly as they stood, their crowns upon their heads and their scepters in their hands. The crowd, who had sat back down during the wait, jumped to their feet and cheered loudly. The whole church became alive with hoots and hollers, and even Bulma's father gave her a few shouts, which made her smile joyfully.

 

Bulma turned to look at her husband, her lover, her king, and whispered words only he could hear. His eyes saw nothing but her, and her him. So much had happened, but they had made it through it all. Bulma knew that she would always love her husband, and he her. He would always be by her side, and she knew that she would always be by his. Nothing would keep her from him, even in death.

 

They held each other's hands tightly through the rest of the coronation and the celebration afterward, even until the time where they could be alone, and show their true love for each other, as the true King and Queen of Vegeta-sei.

 

 

THE END

 

 

Author's Note: OMG IT'S OVER!!!!!!!! But then...it's NOT! BWAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!! I have the long awaited The King and Queen Diaries coming up soon! Please review and tell me what you thought of the ending, and the whole story! Oh, and what do you think the sequel will be about? Tell me what you think I should write about, or what you predict I will write! And thank you all for being such great fans, I love you all!

 

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