Charmed By Arrogance

This is a Beauty and The Beast Fairytale Fiction.
A young and strange woman named Bulma goes on
a search to find her Father. But she finds him dead. Then
she sees a Mysterious Castle and meets a gruesome enchanted
beast named Vegeta. Now she has to live with him. Can
she avoid the beast the rest of her life... or will they fall in
love? And will the spell on the castle ever be broken?
Read and Find out!



Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, or the movie Beauty and the Beast. DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama, and Beauty and the Beast belongs to Walt Disney. You should all know my policy on Disclaimers by now, and if you don't. I only use one. OK. Also, I did not write the first prologue, the writer of the movie did. Not me.


     Once upon a time in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

     Once upon a time in a beautiful village bordering Paris, France, lived a young and beautiful genius. Her father was an inventor whom everyone believed was insane. The girl paid no attention to the people who gawked at her in the village. Everyone believed she was strange because she loved to read and was incredibly intelligent. She believed that she was destined for so much more than an average life. The beautiful girl wanted the thrill of an adventure, and craved action. Most often, she would escape reality by reading books filled with action and adventure. There was no denying that she loved the thrill of danger. People also thought of her as strange, because the young woman had an odd hair color. It was a beautiful mixture of blue and green. In a land, not too far from the village, laid a castle that no one dared to venture to. The girl's destiny laid beyond the gates of the old, ghostly castle. Concealed inside was a prince that the beautiful young girl would one day fall in love with. The beautiful enchantress' spell would then be broken when the heart of the prince was opened by the love that the girl would give to him. And thus begins the tale of the Beauty and the Beast.

Chapter One

     Bulma Briefs, the daughter of the famous inventor Maurice Briefs, exited her humble home to be greeted by the cheerful sound of the birds singing and the sunlight glistening upon every roof of every house. The droplets of the sun really illuminated the village, making it more peaceful and beautiful to the human eye. The people of the town thought of her as a queer character. She loved to read and she was very intelligent. To sum it up, the young woman was different than the townspeople. Her appearance was one of her most unusual features of all. Bulma had long, gorgeous tresses of mixed blue and green. Her eyes were a deep, radiant shade of sapphire and shimmered like a star in the sky. Her appearance was remarkably odd, but it made her unique, nonetheless. She ventured into town greeting many people as she passed by them, and her greetings were graciously returned.

     So many people were out in the morning. The baker was already at work, making his delicious french pastries. She greeted him and he returned the greeting. The townspeople were talking about how unusual she was, once again. It really didn't seem to bother her anymore. A wagon was passing by so she decided to hop on it. Bulma was in the mood for a ride around town. With a dreamy whispered, she said, "There has to be more than this provincial life." Her beautiful sparkling gems caught sight of the bookshop, so she jumped off. Finally, she was here! The place where she had wanted to be all morning. Elegant fingers curled around the doorknob and opened the door. The young woman quietly walked inside. She received a greeting from the bookseller, Roshi.

     The bookseller, Roshi, had heard the door open and glanced over to see who it was. His favorite customer! Miss Bulma Briefs. He smiled politely and greeted, "Well if it isn't Miss Bulma, back again!"

     "Yes, it's me. Good morning, sir. I have come to return the book that I borrowed from you. It was excellent." She replied to his greeting.

     He placed the book back on the shelf while saying, "Are you really done already? That's amazing."

     "Oh well, I just simply couldn't put it down. Have you gotten anything else?"

     "No, dear. Not since yesterday."

     "Well, that's alright. I'll just borrow this one, here!" She said with much enthusiasm as she picked up a book off the shelf. This was one of her most favorite adventure stories!

     "But Bulma, you've read that one a million times! Aren't you tired of it?"

     "Nonsense! I love this book. It is simply my all time favorite! It has far off places, daring swordfights, blood, magic spells, and a charming prince in disguise! Who wouldn't love that?" She replied as she swung down the ladder's track and jumped off of it landing in front of Roshi.

     "I suppose if you like it that much, you can keep it."

     "Really?! That's wonderful! Thank you! Thank you so very much! I won't forget your gratitude! Good day, sir!" After that, she ran out of the shop leaving Roshi to chuckle at her actions. Men were staring at her as she walked down the streets. After a few moments the townspeople began to whisper about her strange behavior. Bulma sat on the edge of a fountain while reading her book and talking amongst herself. "Oh, here's my favorite part! This is where she meets Prince Charming and doesn't even know it's him until chapter three!"

     After that, the townspeople began to whisper about her beauty but still they talked about her queer attitude, and behavior. She was most certainly a mystery to all of them.

     Yamcha, a great hunter and sportsman, shot a goose out of the sky. His friend, Krillin, whom was a short bald guy, ran over with a bag and caught the goose. Then, he quickly returned to the hunter's side who seemed to be thinking about something.

     Krillin glared at his friend but then got him out of the daze by saying, "I don't know how you do it. You never miss a shot, do you? I have to give you credit. You're one of the greatest hunters that I've ever known."

     With a smug smirk, Yamcha replied, "Of course I am! You should know that by now, Krillin."

     "I doubt any beast would even stand a chance against you. Then again, I could always be wrong. I know you don't like hearing that, but oh well. I do know that no woman stands a chance against you, though."

     "That's true, Krillin. I've got my sights set on that enigma, down there." The buff hunter, Yamcha, pointed towards the quiet and mysterious Bulma. It was hard for any male to resist her beautiful appearance.

     "Hey! That's that old nut's daughter!"

     "I know, but I am going to ask for her hand in marriage. Once I do ask her, I know she'll fall at my feet and say yes. I have that affect on every woman, you know."

     "Don't get too cocky, now."

     "She's the most beautiful girl in the world," he said with a dreamy sigh, "and I'm going to make her mine."

     "I'd like to see you try. Bulma doesn't just like anyone, like that. You know?"

     "Well, she is madly in love with me. The moment when I met her, I said she was gorgeous. I fell so hard for her." He watched with admiration as she walked straight by him without paying him any attention at all. "She is the only one in this town that is quite as beautiful as me." He walked towards the beauty as girls were swooning over how handsome he was, and they were jealous that he was more interested in Bulma, than them.

     Bulma easily walked through the crowd of people. The young woman was oblivious to the fact that someone was following her. That person would be Yamcha, who was struggling to get through the crowd so that he could talk to Bulma. The townspeople had never once stopped whispering about her. Good thing she didn't pay them any mind, or else they all would have gotten a beaten. She may have been calm and gentle, but god did she have a fiesty temper when she was angry.

Chapter Two

     Bulma had been casually walking down the dirt roads of the small town bordering Paris. Nothing seemed to infiltrate her mind at the moment. Although, Yamcha's voice was enough to break anyone out of a peaceful reverie. An irritated growl escaped the young maiden's throat. Couldn't he just learn to leave her alone, and stop bothering her for once in his life? Apparently, that seemed to be too much for his miniscule, conceited brain to understand. Daringly, she looked up from her book to stare into the pitiful black eyes of Yamcha, the world's greatest hunter, or so he believed. The demonic beauty spit her words at the so called gentleman before her. "What the hell do you want, Yamcha? Didn't I tell you to get lost?"

     Yamcha smirked and snatched the book from her delicate hands. He briefly skimmed over the title and grimaced. Carelessly, he threw the book behind him into the mud. What did he care for a stupid little book, anyway? He didn't even bother to look at the contents. "Oh, Bulma. Is that anyway to be talking to your future husband?"

     "I've said it once before, and I'll say it again. I am NOT marrying you!" She growled at him before kneeling down to pick her book up out of the mud and gracefully clean it off while shooting a death glare at the burly man.

     "You'll come around, eventually. Once you get your head out of those troublesome books and start paying more attention to the better things of life, like me, for example." He flashed her his most charming grin which was enough to win over any woman's heart.

     Personally, the young maiden could not even stomach this guy. Apparently, he refused to believe that she had absolutely no interest in him at all. "If you'll excuse me," she snapped, "I'd like to get home and help my father. Thank you."

     "Ha," Krillin, Yamcha's faithful friend, laughed, "That old nut needs ALL the help that he can get." He laughed harder when Yamcha's annoying laughter chorused with his. The harder he laughed, the more the fiesty maiden's blood boiled. Suddenly, something impacted with his cheek and he felt blood filling his mouth. He opened his eyes to see a very upset Bulma looming over him and watching him with a death glare.

     "Don't you ever let me hear you saying that, AGAIN? Understand? You'll lose more than just your teeth next time. Moron." She had made it very clear that she did not like anyone talking about her father in that way. Her father was not crazy, the man was a scientifical genius! They'd pay for any smart comments they dared to make next. Happy with their punishment, she gracefully walked down the path to her humble home. A smile was now etched upon her beautiful visage. Silently, the beauty entered the house and walked down the wooden stairs to the basement only to find her father finishing up his project for the fair. She wrapped her arms around him in a warm and loving embrace.

     Doctor Maurice Briefs, Bulma's father, turned to look at his beautiful daughter. He fixed his glasses and glanced at the book in her hands. With a warm smile, he asked, "You have another book, I see. Ah! It's your favorite one. Going to read it once again?"

     Bulma laughed and replied, "Roshi let me keep it! It was so generous of him, don't you think?"

     "That's wonderful." He turned to fix a few errors on his latest invention which was a woodchopper. He didn't even seem to notice that something had been troubling his daughter. She had a way of hiding it very well. In which case, the scientist was not prepared for her next question.

     "Father," the young woman began, "do you think that I'm odd?"

     "Of course not! Where would you get such a silly idea like that?"

     Bulma sighed with her chin resting upon the palm of her right hand. Her free hand fixed the hem of her dress and then she replied, "I don't know. It's just that... I always hear the townspeople whispering about my unusual behavior. I don't think I really fit in here. There is nobody in this village that I can really talk to. There's nobody who understands me."

     "Now what about that Yamcha fellow? He is a nice boy."

     "Ha! Please. He has his head too far up his ass."

     "Now, now. Young lady, I will not tolerate that kind of language in this house. It isn't very lady-like at all."

     "I'm sorry, Papa."

     Maurice began to gather his things to get ready for the fair. He knew that his invention would win first prize! The scientist was very confident in his latest invention. Soon, he could start a new life, and a better one, too. Then his daughter wouldn't feel so out of place and upset. "I must be off to the fair. I love you very much. Please, take care of yourself."

     Bulma got up from her seat to hug her father and wish him the best of luck. "Goodbye Father. I love you, too. No, no. You must be careful to take care of yourself. I am expecting you back no later than this week. If you aren't back by then, I am sending a search party out for you. Understand?" A smile with a look of concern was painted on her angelic face.

     "Of course. I'll be alright. Goodbye." With that, he walked out the door and waved one last time to his daughter. Well, to the best that he could, anyway. He didn't want the invention to slip from his grasp. He placed it gently in the wagon hitched to Fernando, the beautiful black stallion. Doctor Briefs mounted the horse and then was off on his way. Little did he know that would be the last time that he was ever heard from, or seen again. Something terrible was about to take wing, and there was nothing that could prevent it from happening.

     He traveled down the path of the woods until he came upon a fork in the road. Fernando also got a good look at the two paths and one seemed terrifyingly darker than the other. He tried to pull down the peaceful path but Maurice had stopped him in his tracks. The scientist pulled the reigns and started down the darker path. A rustling of the bushes reached his ears. He called out to see if someone might be there, but there was no answer. He continued along until he heard it once again. He called out again but his only answer was the screech of a dragon. Everything had happened way too fast. Before, he knew what was happening he had been bitten on the arm and dragged away into the darkness where nobody would be able to find his remains.

     It seemed that there was more than one beast lurking in this neck of the woods. One of them had to be stopped before more innocent people were taken as it's hostages. This beast would meet the fate of death, soon enough.

Chapter Three

      Fernando had come galloping back to the Briefs� property. Bulma had been sitting outside staring at the sky in silence until she heard the horse�s frantic neighing and whinnying. The genius got up and ran over to the black stallion that had stopped in the field. The beauty asked, �What ever is the matter, dear Fernando?� All she got was a whinny as a response. If her father was not with the horse, then something terrible must�ve happened. She was already having a bad day as it is. After her father had gone off, Yamcha had come to bother her some more and she kicked him out of her house and told him to screw.

       Bulma leapt up on the horse at his left side and told him to take her where the trouble was. They had gone through the same path that her father had taken and heard the bushes rustling, figuring that couldn�t be good. The horse was starting to panic again. She�d leaned a little closer on the right side to get a good look on the side of the murky colored bushes. There was her her father�s head and his half eaten and torn carcass. She puked over the left side of her horse and drove her heel into the side of the horse to make him go faster into the woods. Ravenous wolves threw themselves at the tall animal that gracefully began to run beneath her.

       The horse had gone all the way down the path and bashed his head into a gate opening it and then kicking it closed behind him. Bulma had fallen off the horse and then quickly gotten up. She ran towards the castle but had told Fernando to wait out there. He�d be able to survive. She�d be sure to feed him every day if she were allowed to stay in this dark, old castle. Pale, delicate hands pushed the door open and the elegant woman stepped into the old place only to hear voices whispering around her. �Hello?� She called out and grabbed a candle while looking around.

       �Mademoiselle!� Piccolo, the candle spoke. He didn�t mean to startle the beautiful woman, but that was the only way to get her attention.

       �Who said that?� She questioned.

       �Uhm. I�m in your hand.� He said with a serious tone of voice. He hated being a candle. �Damn that Vegeta for being so selfish enough to get all turned into what are supposed to be inanimate objects.� He sighed and then said, �If you are going to ask... yes, I am a talking candle. Okay?�

       Bulma looked at the glowing candle in her hand and noticed the facial features on the candle. Now she was really starting to go insane, first she sees the half eaten body of her father and now the candle is talking to her. �I can�t believe you�re actually talking to me. You can�t have been created this way. Something must�ve happened to you, huh?�

       Yajirobe, the small grandfather clock, growled at Piccolo and Bulma talking. �If the boss sees this, he�ll flip his lid!� He didn�t want to get in trouble with Vegeta. Hell, nobody ever wanted to see that thing come out of his room in the castle. Well, atleast he didn�t. The others really didn�t mind the Prince�s company, but he certainly did.

       She glanced over at the clock and shook her head. Then her eyes were averted to the candle in her hand. An arm reached out and she set the candle back on the table. �I�m sorry. Do you think I could spend the night here? I came out looking for my father but... I guess a beast got to him first. I didn�t even get to say goodbye.� Violent sobs racked her body and then her eyes were caught by the attention of a lingering flame leading her towards the master�s room. The whole time she could hear Yajirobe bickering about letting her stay here. She figured the guy must really be a beast if he was afraid of him. She definitely did not want to run into this guy.

       An obscure ebon furred wolf and panther hybrid loomed over the balcony. His deep onyx eyes never leaving the woman for a second. His first thoughts were that she was absolutely gorgeous. Nothing like he�d ever seen before. A disgusting red scar was crossed over his left eye and was rimmed with blood red. The other eye was rimmed with a beautiful baby blue color. Claws of gold scraped against the railing. Strong, pantherish tail whipped around him. He had the body of a panther but the head of a wolf, and a right ear like a panther�s. The fur on his head was as sleek as a panther's. From it, dangled a golden earring. His paws made the sound of booming thunder as he charged down the steps. The beast made a jump and flew into the room landing gracefully on all four legs.

       Thankfully, the room was also obscured with a dull fire lighting it up. The elegant woman would�ve been scared to death if she saw the candle and the clock�s master. Chichi, the teapot, and Gohan, the cup, had long since left the room. They hated to be around when master was going to yell.

       Vegeta growled at his subjects and snapped, �What the hell is this girl doing here? Did I say you could invite her in here?� He smirked as Piccolo shook his head in a response. �Good. Then get her out of here.�

       �But Master! I am not going to send her back out into the cold. To do so, would be to act like you. Since you are a spoiled brat. I�m sorry, but I�m not going to kiss your ass, anymore. Now you start acting like a prince and stop acting like a child. C�mon Bulma. I�ll give you a room since Oh Mighty Ugly Idiot is too childish to be a host to you.� The candle led the way up the stairs to a beautiful room decorated in pinks and reds.

       The young genius stared at the room and marvelled in wonder. The moment she stepped into the room. A big black creature interrupted her observation of the beautiful room.

       �You�ll be having dinner with me, whore. And that isn�t a fucking request. You are in my castle now, so you have to do everything I say. Now goodbye and good fucking riddance.� He stormed down the stairs and left the woman to sob. A glare is cast towards Piccolo as he walks down the stairs to go and find his royal servant, Kakarot.

- Meanwhile... -

       Yamcha sat in the bar seething with anger because the beautiful Bulma had thrown him out like a dog and rejected his offer of marriage. How could she have done something so degrading to him? Did she have any feelings at all?

       Krillin came over laughing and said, �Hey. Being rejected by a woman isn�t so bad, y�know? Look around you. There are other woman that you could have a good time with while you think of a way to win the heart of Bulma. Ok, bud?�

       The burly man looked up and suddenly got his confidence back, �Yeah. You�re right. One of these blonde bimbos is sure to show me a good time while I try and figure out a way to get Bulma once and for all.� Yamcha left happily with the trio of girls hanging over his arm. He�d be having a really great time tonight. He had no idea that Bulma was gone until he�d go back to her home one day and find her missing.

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