Cruel Fate?
Chapter 1:
Bulma grabbed the nearest thing she could and flung it down the stairs. I cannot believe her! She thought, as she shot eye beams at a picture of her mother. Arg! How could she do this to me? Am I some beast to be sold at market?
Downstairs, her father and mother cringed as they heard every piece of furniture that belonged to their daughter smashed and broken.
�Perhaps we should have kept her age a secret, dear.� Her father muttered to his wife, who stood staring at the pile of debris collecting on the steps.
�But,� she muttered, totally confused at her daughters behavior, �I just don�t understand!�
Bulma heard that and opened her door for the first time since her mother had broken the �happy� news.
�YOU WOULDN�T UNDERSTAND! YOU WANTED TO BE HUNTED THE DAY OF YOUR COMING TO AGE CEREMONY! I DON�T WANT THAT! NOW I HAVE NO FUCKING CHOICE!� The door slammed shut and Bulma threw herself onto her bed, refusing to cry because of the cruel card destiny had dealt her.
Her mother turned around and looked at her father. Then, forgetting the whole argument, she smiled broadly and said, �Oh well! He is the Prince of Planet Vegeta! This is the best for my little girl! I bet she�s just nervous. She�ll get over it. I always know best.� She kissed her husband and then went to the kitchen, humming happily to herself.
Bulma�s father shook his head. How did I fall in love with such an idiotic woman? Then he spotted her traipsing to the kitchen, her tail swinging seductively behind her. She turned around and winked at him.
�Honey? Could you help me wash the dishes?� she purred.
Oh yea�now I remember� He laughed, following her in there.
Bulma sat down and slowly began to count to a hundred only to be interrupted by her own raging mind.
How could she do that to me? Why did I have to be born on that particular day? Any way I look at it, it�s all her fault!
Bulma had been awakened by her excited mother that morning, early. It turns out that the Prince Vegeta is turning sixteen in exactly one year and a week, to the day, same as Bulma, and every un-hunted girl with the same birthday as him must present herself to him on that day so he can chose a mate from them.
Of course the Royal Guards had come to Bulma�s town first, being a first-class city closest to the palace, and since it was so early Bulma had still been asleep, not able to voice her own opinion as her overzealous mother had eagerly agreed to have her daughter ready on the day before the Prince�s fifteenth birthday, in 6 days.
Bulma breathed slowly in and out. Life had just decided to be especially cruel to her she decided. Not only was she a freak to everyone on her planet, but now she had to present herself to the Prince, which would make her look like a desperate freak.
Her mother had been so lucky. She had literally a line of guys waiting for her on her sixteenth birthday. But then again, her mother was a beautiful body with no brain. She had been an easy catch for her dad.
Unfortunately, Bulma was different. That didn�t mean that guys weren�t falling all over her, because she was a knockout. She had been born with a deformation. Her fur was the wrong color. Instead of the usual black, or the even more rare red or brown, it was blue. A bright, cerulean blue! Her parents had taken her to a clinic, to doctors, and even tried to dye it black, but her eyebrows were still blue, and so was her tail.
She had grown up at the end of many glares, mostly from other females, since they were jealous of the attention she got from males, who seemed to find her hair an exotic difference. But it had been hard to make friends. So she had kept an attitude of �I don�t need anybody, don�t want anybody� her whole life. Now this whole situation was making her look desperate enough to sign up for a marriage.
She sighed. There will be tons of other girls there too. He�ll never pick me. She had always believed in true love, and had wanted to choose a mate for herself. According to the number of strong suitors she had, that would have been easy! Now she was being thrust into a possibly one-sided bond, for how could she bond with someone she had only just met? If he even chooses you Bulma! You seem to think you�ve already bonded and are on your on your way to your honeymoon!
The growling of her stomach interrupted her track of thought. She carefully brushed the fur on her tail back down and then wrapped it around her left thigh. She smoothed her hair down and then checked her face. She was flustered from being angry. Maybe after she ate she could go �train� to let some of her anger out.
She walked downstairs and grabbed a food pill, popped it in the heater, and then took the huge tray of food outside. She ate as she headed toward the gravity bubble that she and her dad had built. He was from the science division at the palace and was always getting Bulma to help him with his new inventions.
She finished eating as she stepped inside and then set the gravity at 50 times that of the planet Vegeta. She could barely even stand in this level, much less move around, but that was the point. She had come here denying it the whole way, but she knew what she was going to do. She shot ki around, knocking it into walls and attempting to block it as it flew back to her.
She let out all her anger in an incredible yell, shooting hundreds of tiny blue orbs of light that she couldn�t even control. They jumped around the bubble randomly hitting her. She got knocked in the head and hissed in pain as she looked up. All the orbs were gathering together into a huge amount of energy.
�Here it comes,� she said, bracing herself for the onslaught, �I�m ready-� she was cut off as it flew toward her and hit her right in the gut.
�Oof!� She hit the wall with a �thud� and slid to the floor, blacking out.
When she woke up, she was back in her room. Damn! It didn�t work� She noticed her room had been cleaned, and her mother was hovering over her, worried to death. Her father had a look of worry too, until he saw her watching him. Then his face was a cool mask of impatience.
�It�s about time you woke up!� he muttered, gazing out of the window.
Bulma shook her head and sat up. �Why?� she asked, still groggy.
�Why? Oh dear!� Her mother exclaimed. �You�ve been out for a whole week! We put you in the tank and then let you sleep here, but today you leave for the palace. Don�t you remember?�
It all came crashing down on her. Great. Wish I had died�
�Now, I�ve already packed your things and a Royal Guard will be coming to retrieve you and the other girls from this town. Sweetie, let�s get you up and I�ll fix you all nice and pretty, ok?� Bulma�s mother grabbed her hand and literally hauled her out of bed. Her father had already left. �You take a shower and I�ll pick out your armor, OK?�
Bulma nodded groggily and got in the hot shower. She lathered her spiky blue hair and then her cerulean tail. Then she rinsed and conditioned both, rinsed again, and soaped up. When she was all done, she stepped out and dried her hair. She wrapped a towel around herself and went to put on the armor her mother had chosen for her.
She put it on, it was her favorite, the one with a chest plate that stopped and showed her great abs, then continued and just covered her lower section. She wore spandex pants underneath it that matched her eyes and a spandex top that went down to her wrists and covered her neck completely. She pulled on her boots and grabbed her bag, and then flew downstairs just as she heard a knock on the door. Her tail fur pricked up immediately, but she brushed it down and wrapped it tightly around her thigh.
Ok fate, here I come!
Her mother opened the door and let the man enter. He was tall, handsome, and eyeing Bulma with a gleam that made her shiver. He wore the Royal Guard emblem on his armor and wicked smile on his face. He spoke to her mom though his eyes were fastened on Bulma�s body the whole time. He had seemed shocked over her coloring at first, but then it subsided and he grinned wider. Ha! The Prince won�t want her. She�s different. That means in exactly one year and one day, when she�s of Age, I can hunt her.
�Hello. I�m Yamcha from the Royal Guard. Is there a Bulma presiding here?�