Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Battle ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Deaths Obsession 
This is the conclusion to what happens in the Grand Hall - nothing spectacular but it should be interesting enough.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 350 | Status: Completed
This is the conclusion to what happens in the Grand Hall - nothing spectacular but it should be interesting enough.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 350 | Status: Completed
“Prince Vegeta!” Bulma called out just before he was out the door. He turned around and found her in her usual stance and her piercing gaze focused entirely on him.
“I think that it’s time we talked in private.”
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Cole took that as his cue to leave and proceeded to remove himself from the Grand Hall as the tension seemed to be growing by the second. He walked past the two Saiyans on the marble stairs then paused, “well, are you coming?” he asked over his shoulder.
Nappa looked hesitantly at his prince, “go on Nappa, I will return shortly,” Prince Vegeta said confidently, careful not to look away from the awaiting Princess. Nappa hesitantly removed himself from Prince Vegeta’s side and joined Cole by the enormous wooden doors. He cast one more warning look towards Princess Bulma before closing the doors behind him.
Cole leaned up against the wall across the doors and lazily closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his heavily srmored chest. “You have no reason to fear for your Prince’s life. She won’t kill him,” he said calmly.
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Prince Vegeta and Princess Bulma seemed to be locked in each others eyes in a timeless battle that neither was willing to lose. Prince Vegeta began to slowly desend down the marble stairs with Bulma watching his every move. She stood just in front of her chair and patiently awaited for him to approach her, which he did, as calmly and elegantly as possible for the ruthless prince.
“You have no reason to fear for yor Prince’s life. She won’t kill him”
He cautiously sat down on the edge of the edge of the oaken table. He placed his hand on his knee as he put his foot on the seat of her chair. She remained stoic as usual. He took great pleasure in knowing that even as he leaned onto the table, he was still able to see eye to eye with her. He was dangerously close to her and they both knew it.
“Humph. Prince Vegeta can handle himself just fine. He’s the strongest warrior in any of the four universes,” he paused for a moment, “besides...”
She wore no armor, but had on simple black attire. Tight pants that slightly flared at the bottom, combat boots, a cloak, and a strapless coarset with beads on the front of it. He on the other hand was also dressed in black but wore armor on his entire upper body, it was extremely powerful and resistant and unique to his planet. He obviously had the upper hand when you compared their attire.
“...besides Princess Bulma?”
“Well?” he asked with his still emotionless face. She was silent for a moment, perhaps considering how to proceed, but Prince Vegeta was completely oblivious to what was really on her mind. She held up a cold wall of protection from the prying eyes who wanted to see inside of her. Needless to say, they have all been denyed access.
“How do you know she won’t try anything?”
“You have quickly become a nuicence to me Prnce Vegeta. First you arrive late on Guri, then you go against orders and venture down my forbidden corridor and even try to get inside my room, you might have succeeded had Cole not been there to stop you. Then you are yet again late, this time to the meeting. Without hesitation you tried to...” she shrugged her shoulders for lack of better words, “... embarrass me in front of everyone. Which you failed miserably at,” she added.
“I never said that she wouldn‘t try anything. All I said was that she wouldn‘t kill him.”
“You see this is the problem that I’m having --- I can’t quiet decide what to do about you. Behavior like this is quiet unacceptable and I can’t let this go unnoticed.” There was a silence and unmatched tension between the two for a moment.
“Your certain of this?”
It was broken as quickly as it had come for Princess Bulma unshethed her sword and had managed to place a nicely sized gash on the right side of Prince Vegeta’s face. He lept back and smirked at her attempt to cut his head off. He took a defensive stance and watched as she slowly approached him. She continued to effortlessly twirl her sword inbetween her fingers then abruptly stopped about ten feet from Vegeta.
“I’m certain. Your Prince...” he paused to consider his next words, “...your Prince has caught her attention. She shows and interest in him, and very little seems to interest her anymore. She will keep him if only out of intrique,” he replied looking over at the enormous man. He gave him a clam and slightly arrogant smile, “at least I think so.”
She slowly slid her left foot behind her and croutched low to the ground. She held her sword perfectly steddy and pointed it at Prince Vegeta and slowly extended her left hand behind her. She was perfectly poised and ready to attack. Vegeta couldn’t help but admire her in the current state that she was presented to him in, if not for her beauty than for her seemingly perfect skill in the art of combat and swordsmanship. He quickly pushed all such thoughts out of his mind and focused on the task at hand.
He smirked once more, “hey Princess, tell me, why do you cut your wrists?” he asked menacingly. Her eyes narrowed slightly, then she answered, “my reasons are my own,” she lunged at him and they continued to battle for some time.
As they parted once again it was clear that both were formidable opponents, but that Prince Vegeta didn’t stand a chance against Bulma. How could he though? Despite the fact that she looked his age she was much older and had nearly a century more of experience that he did. She was 977 and he was a mere 19. She skillfully returned her sword into its sheath resting just below her right hip, the belt holding it in place was slanted due to the weight. She looked over the slightly battered form of the prince.
At this point she was at her peak. Although unknown to most, Princess Bulma was rarely at her peak, and was generally left open to attack in her frequent times of weakness. It was this flaw that would ultimately lead to her demise. This flaw that Prince Vegeta would soon discover and use to his advantage.
His pride had been badly bruised and he was seething as he watched her look over his wound, small as they were. As much as he hated the though of being overpowered by a woman, or anyone for that matter, he saw the oppertunity that lie underneath it all. On his home planet he was unrivaled in strength and power, having surpassed his father at the age of 13. Perhaps she would pose a challenge for him and allow for him to advance further.
Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “you may leave now Prince Vegeta.” His glare deepened, she was dismissing him?
He smirked in sudden realization, how could he have missed it before? He calmly walked over to her, daring to stand toe to toe with the princess. There was something that seemed so familiar about her. Was it the fact that she was so much like himself? Proud and defiant and above all else --- feared. He continued to hold her gaze.
Her eyes had a coldness to them, so cold in fact that most chose not to look at them at all. But now that Vegeta was mere inches away from her, he had the chance to see her more closely. Beyond the cold and bored exterior he saw the pain in her eyes. The pain and torture that still lived in her even after so many years. Although indifferent on the outside, her mind was waging a war inside and he had a front row seat. She felt as though she was bearing her soul to the man before her. There was only one other who dared to stand so close and look deep into her eyes --- Cole. He was the only one who truly understood her and didn’t look upon her with pity or fear. He could see right through every gesture or lie she told. All he had to do was look into her eyes and he could see everything.
It was for this reason that she feared what it was that Prince Vegeta was seeing right now as he stared into her core. She willed herself to look away but her pride wouldn’t allow it. Vegeta smirked having seen enough. He lifted his head up looking upon the Princess from the tip of his nose.
He marvelled at how small she was, the top of her head barely reaching his collarbone. He likely weighed twice her amount. She was so fragile looking standing under the shadow he created over her, yet despite all this, she weilded amazing and legendary power. He mused at how he and the princess contrasted. While his hair was black and neatly spiked, hers was blue and looked at though she purposely had it going in all directions. It was spiked as well but in a tasteful manner for a female. His eyes were black as night and he always had a scowl on his face. Hers were blue with green lining the center, they were intense and at the same time held a bored expression.
His features were chizzled and masculine while hers were soft and elegant. His body looked as though it had been formed from a sculpture, undeniably firm and muscularly built. The princess still contained her feminine curves while supporting an appropriatly muscular body herself.
He smirked once again, “you should clean yourself up,” he glanced at her cheek then walked past her taking this oppertunity to roughly shoulder her as he did so.
She turned and watched as he leiserly walked out of the Grand Hall cursing him for every step that she she allowed him to take after such an act against her. After she was certain that he was gone she placed a hand to her right cheek and sure enough, the blood was there. One of the punches must have just grazed her cheek unnoticed --- by her at least.
She suddenly smirked while looking at her bloodied fingertips, “yes, he will definatly be trouble.”
Sorry that this has taken so long but as you can see it wasn’t one of my best chapters, I had extreme difficulty with this one but I hope that you all enjoy it anyways!
Special Thanks to:
Veglma, The Insane Wolf-jin: I hope that this answered your questions.
Star-brella: Your review made me laugh! Thanks so much for the comments. To answer your questions, yes the legendary and the Almighty are one person, and no it’s not just you, I purposly made it so that you guys would question the relationship between Cole and Bulma. I’m glad that it worked out the way that I wanted it to.
Veglma, A Insane Reader: Thanks for your review. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you and Veglma, The Insane Wolf-jin are the same person, but correct me if I’m wrong.
Thanks to everyone that read my story so far!
~Deaths Obsession
“I think that it’s time we talked in private.”
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Cole took that as his cue to leave and proceeded to remove himself from the Grand Hall as the tension seemed to be growing by the second. He walked past the two Saiyans on the marble stairs then paused, “well, are you coming?” he asked over his shoulder.
Nappa looked hesitantly at his prince, “go on Nappa, I will return shortly,” Prince Vegeta said confidently, careful not to look away from the awaiting Princess. Nappa hesitantly removed himself from Prince Vegeta’s side and joined Cole by the enormous wooden doors. He cast one more warning look towards Princess Bulma before closing the doors behind him.
Cole leaned up against the wall across the doors and lazily closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his heavily srmored chest. “You have no reason to fear for your Prince’s life. She won’t kill him,” he said calmly.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< ;<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<&l t;<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<& lt;<
Prince Vegeta and Princess Bulma seemed to be locked in each others eyes in a timeless battle that neither was willing to lose. Prince Vegeta began to slowly desend down the marble stairs with Bulma watching his every move. She stood just in front of her chair and patiently awaited for him to approach her, which he did, as calmly and elegantly as possible for the ruthless prince.
“You have no reason to fear for yor Prince’s life. She won’t kill him”
He cautiously sat down on the edge of the edge of the oaken table. He placed his hand on his knee as he put his foot on the seat of her chair. She remained stoic as usual. He took great pleasure in knowing that even as he leaned onto the table, he was still able to see eye to eye with her. He was dangerously close to her and they both knew it.
“Humph. Prince Vegeta can handle himself just fine. He’s the strongest warrior in any of the four universes,” he paused for a moment, “besides...”
She wore no armor, but had on simple black attire. Tight pants that slightly flared at the bottom, combat boots, a cloak, and a strapless coarset with beads on the front of it. He on the other hand was also dressed in black but wore armor on his entire upper body, it was extremely powerful and resistant and unique to his planet. He obviously had the upper hand when you compared their attire.
“...besides Princess Bulma?”
“Well?” he asked with his still emotionless face. She was silent for a moment, perhaps considering how to proceed, but Prince Vegeta was completely oblivious to what was really on her mind. She held up a cold wall of protection from the prying eyes who wanted to see inside of her. Needless to say, they have all been denyed access.
“How do you know she won’t try anything?”
“You have quickly become a nuicence to me Prnce Vegeta. First you arrive late on Guri, then you go against orders and venture down my forbidden corridor and even try to get inside my room, you might have succeeded had Cole not been there to stop you. Then you are yet again late, this time to the meeting. Without hesitation you tried to...” she shrugged her shoulders for lack of better words, “... embarrass me in front of everyone. Which you failed miserably at,” she added.
“I never said that she wouldn‘t try anything. All I said was that she wouldn‘t kill him.”
“You see this is the problem that I’m having --- I can’t quiet decide what to do about you. Behavior like this is quiet unacceptable and I can’t let this go unnoticed.” There was a silence and unmatched tension between the two for a moment.
“Your certain of this?”
It was broken as quickly as it had come for Princess Bulma unshethed her sword and had managed to place a nicely sized gash on the right side of Prince Vegeta’s face. He lept back and smirked at her attempt to cut his head off. He took a defensive stance and watched as she slowly approached him. She continued to effortlessly twirl her sword inbetween her fingers then abruptly stopped about ten feet from Vegeta.
“I’m certain. Your Prince...” he paused to consider his next words, “...your Prince has caught her attention. She shows and interest in him, and very little seems to interest her anymore. She will keep him if only out of intrique,” he replied looking over at the enormous man. He gave him a clam and slightly arrogant smile, “at least I think so.”
She slowly slid her left foot behind her and croutched low to the ground. She held her sword perfectly steddy and pointed it at Prince Vegeta and slowly extended her left hand behind her. She was perfectly poised and ready to attack. Vegeta couldn’t help but admire her in the current state that she was presented to him in, if not for her beauty than for her seemingly perfect skill in the art of combat and swordsmanship. He quickly pushed all such thoughts out of his mind and focused on the task at hand.
He smirked once more, “hey Princess, tell me, why do you cut your wrists?” he asked menacingly. Her eyes narrowed slightly, then she answered, “my reasons are my own,” she lunged at him and they continued to battle for some time.
As they parted once again it was clear that both were formidable opponents, but that Prince Vegeta didn’t stand a chance against Bulma. How could he though? Despite the fact that she looked his age she was much older and had nearly a century more of experience that he did. She was 977 and he was a mere 19. She skillfully returned her sword into its sheath resting just below her right hip, the belt holding it in place was slanted due to the weight. She looked over the slightly battered form of the prince.
At this point she was at her peak. Although unknown to most, Princess Bulma was rarely at her peak, and was generally left open to attack in her frequent times of weakness. It was this flaw that would ultimately lead to her demise. This flaw that Prince Vegeta would soon discover and use to his advantage.
His pride had been badly bruised and he was seething as he watched her look over his wound, small as they were. As much as he hated the though of being overpowered by a woman, or anyone for that matter, he saw the oppertunity that lie underneath it all. On his home planet he was unrivaled in strength and power, having surpassed his father at the age of 13. Perhaps she would pose a challenge for him and allow for him to advance further.
Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “you may leave now Prince Vegeta.” His glare deepened, she was dismissing him?
He smirked in sudden realization, how could he have missed it before? He calmly walked over to her, daring to stand toe to toe with the princess. There was something that seemed so familiar about her. Was it the fact that she was so much like himself? Proud and defiant and above all else --- feared. He continued to hold her gaze.
Her eyes had a coldness to them, so cold in fact that most chose not to look at them at all. But now that Vegeta was mere inches away from her, he had the chance to see her more closely. Beyond the cold and bored exterior he saw the pain in her eyes. The pain and torture that still lived in her even after so many years. Although indifferent on the outside, her mind was waging a war inside and he had a front row seat. She felt as though she was bearing her soul to the man before her. There was only one other who dared to stand so close and look deep into her eyes --- Cole. He was the only one who truly understood her and didn’t look upon her with pity or fear. He could see right through every gesture or lie she told. All he had to do was look into her eyes and he could see everything.
It was for this reason that she feared what it was that Prince Vegeta was seeing right now as he stared into her core. She willed herself to look away but her pride wouldn’t allow it. Vegeta smirked having seen enough. He lifted his head up looking upon the Princess from the tip of his nose.
He marvelled at how small she was, the top of her head barely reaching his collarbone. He likely weighed twice her amount. She was so fragile looking standing under the shadow he created over her, yet despite all this, she weilded amazing and legendary power. He mused at how he and the princess contrasted. While his hair was black and neatly spiked, hers was blue and looked at though she purposely had it going in all directions. It was spiked as well but in a tasteful manner for a female. His eyes were black as night and he always had a scowl on his face. Hers were blue with green lining the center, they were intense and at the same time held a bored expression.
His features were chizzled and masculine while hers were soft and elegant. His body looked as though it had been formed from a sculpture, undeniably firm and muscularly built. The princess still contained her feminine curves while supporting an appropriatly muscular body herself.
He smirked once again, “you should clean yourself up,” he glanced at her cheek then walked past her taking this oppertunity to roughly shoulder her as he did so.
She turned and watched as he leiserly walked out of the Grand Hall cursing him for every step that she she allowed him to take after such an act against her. After she was certain that he was gone she placed a hand to her right cheek and sure enough, the blood was there. One of the punches must have just grazed her cheek unnoticed --- by her at least.
She suddenly smirked while looking at her bloodied fingertips, “yes, he will definatly be trouble.”
Sorry that this has taken so long but as you can see it wasn’t one of my best chapters, I had extreme difficulty with this one but I hope that you all enjoy it anyways!
Special Thanks to:
Veglma, The Insane Wolf-jin: I hope that this answered your questions.
Star-brella: Your review made me laugh! Thanks so much for the comments. To answer your questions, yes the legendary and the Almighty are one person, and no it’s not just you, I purposly made it so that you guys would question the relationship between Cole and Bulma. I’m glad that it worked out the way that I wanted it to.
Veglma, A Insane Reader: Thanks for your review. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you and Veglma, The Insane Wolf-jin are the same person, but correct me if I’m wrong.
Thanks to everyone that read my story so far!
~Deaths Obsession