Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Time Will Come ❯ The Ritual ( Chapter 6 )

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The Time Will Come

The Ritual

Young Vegeta was lying down on his king sized bed, which was far too big for him, and was contemplating about what his father had just told him.

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In the training room...

Both, Vegeta and Bulma, were practically at each other's throats. Both children were tiring, but neither would give up. They were waiting for the other to admit defeat. Vegeta was ready to land a punch on Bulma's face, and Bulma was getting ready to kick Vegeta in the stomach, however, neither actions were completed. Both stopped what they were doing when a royal guard entered the training room.

The guard quickly showed his respect to Vegeta by saluting, and then he proceeding to relay the message he was told to deliver.

"Your majesty, the King requests that both of you report to the throne room." the guard said, his face expressionless.

"All right, dismissed." ordered Vegeta. The guard saluted one last time, and then he left the training grounds.

Vegeta turned to Bulma and gave her a stern look, "We will finish this some other time." he ordered.

"Okay, your on, just don't let your feelings get hurt when I beat you up..." Bulma answered.

"You'll eat up those words when I beat you up..." he replied to Bulma's insult.

Bulma just stood there, with her arms crossed over her chest and answered, "Whatever, we'll see about that," while rolling her eyes and turning her head in disgust in a very Valley girl like way. (A/N: nothing against Valley girls)

Vegeta simply narrowed his eyes in a threatening manner, which had no effect on Bulma. He then began walking towards the door to the training room, and he opened it, ready to step out.

"Hey, where are you going!?" Bulma yelled after him.

"The...throne....room," Vegeta answered slowly, stressing out every word. He wanted to make her feel stupid.

Bulma totally dismissed his rudeness, "Oh yeah, let's go!" Bulma quickly walked right past him while he was holding the door.

Vegeta merely rolled eyes. He whispered the words "Stupid girl", and followed her out of the training room, through the halls, and into the throne room.

In the throne room...

Vegeta walked in to see both his parents and her parents talking. As they noticed his and Bulma's presence, they immediately stopped talking.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at them with suspicion. 'They're up to something...'

Bulma was thinking the exact same thing, only, she thought Vegeta had something to do with it. Bulma made her way to her parents. Out of respect, she greeted the queen, since she didn't get a chance to earlier. The queen just looked down at her with a big smile plastered on her face.

Bulma's smiling face was replaced by a quizzical look. She glanced at her mother. Her mother had the same look, a big smile and goo-goo eyes. 'Weird....'

She gave a look to her father, she gave him a questioning glance. He merely shrugged his shoulders and looked away. 'Something is up...'

Vegeta was still standing where he had been earlier, watching the exchange between his mother and Bulma. 'Mother sure is acting strange today...maybe it's a woman thing or something because Bulma's mother is acting the same way, but that lady always acts like that though....'

Vegeta was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't hear his father talking to him until his father had to yell his name at the top of his lungs.

"VEGETA!!!" shouted King Vegeta.

'Huh..' Vegeta looked up at his father. "What?"

"I was saying, aren't you going to greet Lady Callia." King Vegeta said in a tone of voice that left no room for any fresh remarks from Vegeta.

"Uhh....yeah" Vegeta replied uncertainly.

Vegeta made his way towards the group. He looked at his mother and father with a puzzled look. He shrugged and greeted Lady Callia. 'They never care if I greet anybody else...'

Mrs. Briefs gave the same look to Vegeta that she gave to Bulma, big smile with a dreamy look in her eyes. Queen Keona had the same look. Vegeta looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his mother. Sure enough, she had the same look. `Must be something in the water...' Vegeta thought reasonably.

Bulma and Vegeta watched on with curiosity as Keona and Mrs. Briefs kept on glancing back and forth between Bulma and Vegeta with those eerie looks on their faces.

Dr. Briefs cleared his throat and gained everyone's attention, "Well, we'd better be going. I'll see you tomorrow Vegeta."

"Oh, yes, I'll see you tomorrow." answered King Vegeta. After Dr. Briefs, Mrs. Briefs, and Bulma said their good-byes, they departed from the throne room.

"Ah, that Bulma is such a nice girl!" Keona said with a smile as she brought her hands together.

'If only you knew...' young Vegeta thought with disdain.

"Oh, well, I had better get going, I have a lot to plan and get ready for tomorrow!" Keona announced happily as she exited the throne room.

"Tomorrow, what's happening tomorrow?" Vegeta inquired with one of his eyebrows raised and his arms crossed over his chest. He looked directly at his father and waited for his answer.

"Oh, yes son, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, there is this ritual you have to go through in order to become a king. Since you are now prince, and we all expect you to become king one day, you have to undergo this ritual." King Vegeta half-lied. Prince Vegeta really did have to go through this ritual in order to become king. A king always needed a mate, and this was exactly what the ritual was going to do. Only, Vegeta didn't need to know that insignificant and minor detail. (A/N: HA)

"Oh....why wasn't I told about this before?" Vegeta asked suspiciously.

"Well, we thought that the sooner the better, and tomorrow is as soon as we can make it. And one more thing, brat. Just follow these three rules I'm about to convey to you."

"Uh...okay, what are the three rules?"

"First, you must whisper in a very low voice what the priest instructs you to say." 'That takes care of Bulma hearing and recognizing his voice...' King Vegeta thought.

"Okay..."

"Second, you mustn't look at the person who will be there with you. Don't take off your hood or the mask you will be wearing. If you do, you'll fail your test to see whether you are king material." King Vegeta lied. "And third, DON'T EVER question anything that the priests says, understood?"

"Yes Father."

"Good. Now the ritual will be held tomorrow at 7:00. You mustn't be late. Your mother and I won't be allowed to accompany you. In the room, it will be only you, the priest, and another person who will be dressed in the same garments as you." King Vegeta informed his son with a stern voice.

"Okay Father, but one question, who is going to be the other person in the room with me, other than the priest?"

"Don't worry about it, you'll find out after the ritual is completed."

"Okay." Vegeta answered, knowing that there was some shady business going on. The rules just didn't make any sense. 'I wonder why I can't look at the other person..."

Young Vegeta was broken out of his thoughts when he heard his father speaking to him.

"All right brat, I have to attend to other matters, I will see you at dinner, dismissed." King Vegeta told him in an uncompromising tone of voice, right before he left the throne room.

Prince Vegeta just stared at the door that his father had just used to exit out of the throne room with. Eventually, he shook his head out of anymore thoughts about tomorrow, and he too left the throne room and decided to go to his room.

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'Whatever is going on, I'll have to find out tomorrow...' were Vegeta's last thoughts before he jumped off his bed and proceeded to get ready for dinner.

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Meanwhile, at the Briefs residents...

"Bulma dear!!" Mrs. Briefs voice rang out, which could be heard all throughout the entire house.

Bulma swiftly came running into the kitchen. She looked around and saw that both her parents were sitting at the kitchen table. She looked at her father. He was in the process of taking his glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his right hand while his left held his glasses. To Bulma, he gave the impression of a person under a lot of stress for some reason.

Bulma gave her father a quizzical look and tilted her head a bit, "Daddy?"

"Huh, oh! Bulma, I asked your mother to call you because I have something very important to discuss with you."

"Okay......then what is it?"

"Well, Bulma, there is this ritual that will take place tomorrow, and you will be a part of it. You see, every Saiyan, at one point in their life, have to undergo this specific ritual. It has to do with your future. And, it so happens, on the same day that you will be undergoing this ritual, another Saiyan, your age, will also be going through the same ritual. Just, ignore him or her."

Bulma looked at her father, then her mother, who had "that look" on her face again. Bulma thought for a minute. 'It must be something very important if even Mommy is excited about it...' Bulma thought.

"Okay Daddy, is that it?"

Dr. Briefs started to think about what he said. 'Did I miss anything out?' He was unconsciously nodding his head with his eyebrows furrowed as he analyzed what he said to Bulma earlier. Suddenly, he stopped nodding his head, and abruptly looked at Bulma.

"No, there is more. I need you to follow a couple of very important rules." he informed, stressing out the words 'very important'.

"Sure Daddy, what are they?"

"Okay, here it goes...first, only whisper what the priest tells you to say. Second, DON'T look at the other person with you AT ALL. Third, don't take off your hood or mask. And fourth, do EXACTLY what the priest tells you to do, and DON'T question." Dr. Briefs finished. Bulma listened to what he had to say intently while she nodded her head.

"Okay, dear, did you get all that?" Dr. Briefs asked, hoping Bulma absorbed what he said, and that he didn't have to say everything all over again.

Bulma nodded her head. 'I wonder what kind of ritual it is, I'm mean, I'm only five...what can be so important that I have to go through a ritual now." She thought as she smiled at her father and nodded her head again.

Dr. Briefs simply patted her head. Dr. Briefs realized that he forgot one more thing. "Bulma dear, there's also one more thing. Your mother and I won't be allowed to go with you. Are you all right with that, dear?"

"Yes Daddy, I'm a big girl!" Bulma said in the most adorable way.

"Yes Bulma, your a big girl...the ritual will begin at 7:00 tomorrow."

"Morning or night?" Bulma asked, she didn't exactly enjoy waking up early.

Briefs smiled, knowing fully about how much his little Bulma wasn't a morning person. "Night." he answered.

"All right!" Bulma exclaimed as she skipped out of the kitchen and into her room to plan out what she was going to wear. (A/N: like it matters, she's gonna be wearing a robe...sheesh!).

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The next day....Day of the Ritual...6:45...

"Bulma honey, don't forget what your father told you." clued Mrs. Briefs.

"Yes Mommy, I remember."

"Good dear, now hurry or your going to be late!" Mrs. Briefs spoke to Bulma in a tone that would be usually used with a 2 year old.

Bulma looked at her father and mother, who were standing next to one another. She smiled, and she slowly and turned her head away and gently put on her mask. The mask was very unusual. It had a unique design on it and it only covered half her face. Only her mouth was visible. After making sure her mask was in place, she gradually placed the hood of the robe over her head. She was now completely covered. No one who saw her would ever be able to recognize her. She took one last look at her parents, and then she turned around.

Bulma looked in awe at the door in front of her. It was a grand door with different patterns on it. She then took a deep breath and entered the room. As soon as she entered, darkness hit her eyes. All she saw was a room that was completely dark, and in the middle of the room was a tall person who was wearing a robe and a mask, like her own. However, his or her (Bulma couldn't tell whether it was a male or female) mask's design was unlike her own. She noticed a highly structured and ornate table in front of the tall person. Bulma guessed the tall person was the priest who was to perform the ritual. The only source of light for the room were the little candles that were lit on the table in front of the priest.

After Bulma's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed that a third person was also in the room, who just entered through the other door from the opposite side of the room.

'Hmm.....must be the other person undergoing the ritual....' Bulma logically thought to herself.

She quickly glanced at the other person, and then she promptly drew her eyes back onto the priest. Her father's words came rushing back to her...`..DON'T look at the other person with you, AT ALL.....'

~~~Vegeta's POV~~

'I guess that's the other person who will be present during the ritual, besides me and the priest...' considered Vegeta.

'He looks around my age' Vegeta thought, automatically assuming it was a boy. (A/N: Oh, Veggie, you are sooo wrong...hehe)

Vegeta looked back at the priest. The priest began signaling for them to progress towards him. He began walking closer to the priest, as was the other person. Both of them kept on walking until they made their way to the table. Both now stood side by side, in front of the elaborate table.

Vegeta scanned the items on the table.

'Humph....some candles, a bowl, two necklaces, an ancient looking book...' the bored prince thought to himself. He was quickly losing interest in this whole ritual thing.

'Can't he go any faster, I want to go back to training...' Vegeta mentally whined to himself.

~~Back to everyone's point of view~~~

Priest looked at the two of them. He reached over and grasped Vegeta's right and Bulma's left hand. He suddenly brought their two hands together. He ordered them to hold their hands.

'Just what the hell does he think he is doing?!?' Vegeta thought furiously. Vegeta was just about to open his mouth and protest, when he remembered his father's warnings.

`And third, DON'T EVER question anything that the priests says, understood?' his father's voice rang through his head.

'Crap...' With that last thought, Vegeta grasped the other person's hand.

Bulma felt strange. Just by holding this other person's hand, she felt like she knew him or her. Bulma just shrugged those weird feelings away.

She looked on as the priest took both of the necklaces, one in each hand, and began chanting from the book. Neither Bulma or Vegeta understood a word coming out of the priest's mouth.

The priest began to slowly rock back and forth while he was chanting. The way he verbalized those words made them sound as he was singing a song, a sweet melodic song. The priest set the two necklaces down after a couple of minutes of chanting. He then, slowly reached behind the bowl and revealed a dagger.

'Heh, I didn't notice that on the table, guess it was hidden by the bowl.' concluded Vegeta.

The dagger gleamed in the candlelit room. Bulma was amazed at how beautiful an object usually used to cause harm could look. She quickly shook her head, taking herself out of the trance.

With a gruff voice, the priest ordered for the both of them to bare their wrists. Vegeta and Bulma did as they were told. The priest then continued to chant once again. He moved the ornate bowl forward, so it was now resting right underneath their wrists. He ordered them to let go of each other's hands. Once again, they did as they were told, but with their wrists still above the bowl.

The priest instructed them to move their arms and wrists closer together, so that there was no room left in between. As if the arms were attached in some way. Again, while chanting, the priest slowly took the dagger and drew a pattern on their wrists. He made it so that the drawing looked like nothing unless the two wrists were put together to complete it.

Both Vegeta and Bulma looked on with their mouths open in amazement. The design began glowing as the blood flowed from their wrists to the bowl.

Both looked on with wide eyes as the priest took each necklace and dipped it in their blood, which was in the bowl. He slowly took the necklaces out. Their blood was dripping off of the necklaces. All of the sudden, miraculously, the necklaces also began to glow. The blood was amazingly soaked up by the necklaces. The blood disappeared.

'Wow...' was the only thing Bulma could think of when she saw all of this.

Vegeta suddenly noticed that the two necklaces looked exactly like the design on their wrists. If the necklaces were to be put together, then the pattern would look complete, like their wrists.

'Weird...' Vegeta thought astonished.

Vegeta looked down at their wrists. The design was very unique. It was circular with many different patterns in the middle. Multiple shapes could be seen in the center. It was amazing at how quickly the priest was able to etch the elaborate design on their flesh.

Bulma looked on as the priest took one necklace and brought it near her. Before he proceeded to put the necklace on her, there had to be one more thing done.

"Repeat after me, Dai zma mayra dee azai meena." the Priest instructed. ( Meaning: I take thee as my mate.)

Bulma remembered to whisper the words, "Dai zma mayra dee azai meena." Bulma did as she was earlier told by her father.

The priest then carefully proceeded to put the necklace on Bulma. She looked at it, she noticed the pattern on it was identical to the side of the design on her wrist. Bulma was so lost in thought as she observed the necklace, she didn't notice that the person standing next to her was undergoing the same thing that she had to go through.

"Dai zma mayra dee azai meena." Vegeta finished as the priest placed the necklace around his collar.

Little did they know the significance of the necklaces. The necklace would be reunited as one on the ceremony of their actual Mating/Bonding. The necklace would become one, just as they were to become one.

The priest then announced, speaking in normal Saiyago, "I now declare you two officially betrothed mates!"

Vegeta couldn't believe what he was hearing. Bulma began smacking her head, making sure she was hearing right. Silence took over. Then suddenly....

"WHAAAAT!?!?!?!!?" both shrieked in unison.

Vegeta recognized the voice, as did Bulma his.

"No...it can't be..." Vegeta whispered, dread taking over his body.

Vegeta swiftly reached over and pulled off Bulma's hood. 'Blue hair!?!?'

Bulma did the same, she immediately recognized the unusual spiking hairstyle. Bulma gasped, confirming her assumption. Both looked directly at eachother, and.....

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" both bellowed at the tops of their lungs.

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HEHE It seems Vegeta and Bulma aren't too happy with the arrangement. Well, come on folks, they're only five! They'll learn to love eachother! They have to! heh heh! Anyway, I tried to make this chapter a little longer. I'm gonna try and write the next chapter as soon as possible. I'm gonna have to skip some years tho, but not a lot. Oh, and the obstacles in the way didn't start yet.....NOW, READ AND REVIEW DAMN IT! YOU GOTTA! OR...OR....I'LL DIE, YEA, THAT'S RIGHT, MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT! NOW, WOULDN'T YOU FEEL GUILTY IF I DIED!! HAHAHAHA! LOL

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