Ma Belle Princesses
(My Beautiful Princess)
Disclaimer: Okay, why must I continue to write these? I do not
own or claim to own DBZ. Are you happy now? This fic is a continuation of
L’erreur de Nos Chemins, so I suggest that you read that first before you
tackle this. Thank you every one who reviewed my first fic on fanfiction.net
and for those who just read it and then told me that they liked it. This fic is
dedicated to you guys!
Since Bulma vanquished Prince
Freeza, life in La Gaule seemed to return to normal. People were happy, animals
were content, and evil was plotting revenge. One major change in La Gaule
pertained to Bulma and Vegeta. Both knew they were in love, but were too
stubborn to admit it. Their membership in the Counsel de la Vie (Counsel of
Life) was quickly cemented into the annals of history. Two questions remained:
were they ready for their next opponent? Were they ready for love?
Far away, tucked into the mountains
of La Gaule, a black force was slowly growing more powerful. The dark energy
consumed all that stood in its path. The life force of every being was drained,
leaving dull ashes in the energy’s wake. Slowly it moved towards a certain
cave...Le Cavern de L’avenir (The Cave of the Future).
In this certain cave, two figures
stood in long gray robes. The light from the torches danced across their faces.
“Vegeta,
if you splash me with that gross eau violet (purple water) one more time...I
swear I am-”
“Oh
Bulma, j’ai peur (I am scared)! You are going to do what to me?”
Bulma
stalked over to Vegeta and stood inches away from his smirking face.
“Tu
pense que tu as très mignon (you think that you are very cute) Vegeta, but you
are actually annoying!” Bulma screamed.
“You
think I am cute?” Vegeta asked, while his smirk grew wider. Bulma opened her
mouth to say something, but quickly shut it as she saw Vegeta lean towards her
face. His face was so close to hers that she could see the small details of his
dark eyes. “Well, I already knew that you loved me, so why would this surprise
me?” Vegeta whispered to Bulma before moving away from her glare. Anger began
to boil in Bulma. Ever since that night, Vegeta had grown to be very cocky. She
clenched her hands into fists and glared at Vegeta.
“Why
would that bother me Vegeta? You’ve already said that you love me as well,”
Bulma declared with a triumphant smirk. She watched in enjoyment as Vegeta’s
smirk faded and was replaced with a scowl. Bulma stifled a giggle and stroked
his cheek and as she walked by him, whispered, “don’t scowl Vegeta, your face
may stay like that.”
Vegeta looked at Bulma and grabbed
her by her wrist as she was trying to leave. He pulled her against his body.
The two gazed into each other’s eyes. They slowly leaned towards each other
when the amethyst water began to tremble. The sides of the pool were chopped by
the waves. Vegeta and Bulma peered into the water. A dark being was demolishing
the countryside. Bulma gasped and Vegeta’s grip on her involuntarily tightened. Footsteps echoed throughout the cave as the
other members ran towards the water. Vegeta and Bulma quickly released one
another and blushed as they discovered that they were no longer alone. The
Counsel had been tracking this dark figure for weeks, but today the being had
finally revealed its identity: Warlock Cell.
Bulma watched in shock as she saw
the Warlock destroy his surroundings.
“We
are supposed to beat him?” she asked, “comment (how)?” The other counsel
members, including Vegeta, turned and focused their attention on Bulma. Vegeta
could sense her nervousness and sought to comfort her with a small smile. She
had after all expressed his exact sentiments.
“Bulma,
vous pouvons gagner (you can win),” Kai told his student. “Remember your
training, and think of what you are fighting for.”
Before their teacher could tell them
to pack, the two young counsel members turned and went into their chambers.
Fifteen minutes later, the two emerged from their rooms, ready to travel, ready
to fight.
Bulma and Vegeta left the security
of the Counsel, to the unknown terrain of western La Gaule. They bid farewell
to their mentors and began their journey. They were told to travel south for 4
days and then west for 3. Can our young couple last a whole week together?
Vegeta seemed determined to irritate Bulma the entire trip. Bulma was
determined not to kill him. The path to the Warlock was dangerous. This journey
was unlike the one completed months before. They had to be ready for anything,
prepared to face the unknown, and no Dragon Rouge would help them this time.
They could only rely on themselves and each other.
“Vegeta,
have you ever seen so many different types of animals?” Bulma asked.
“No,
and why should I care about some stupid animals?” Vegeta replied.
Bulma
felt her cheeks grow warm with anger. “You are so annoying!”
After
a few seconds, Vegeta turned his head to look at Bulma. He made the most
confused look on his face that he could possibly show, “Oh, je suis desolé (I
am sorry), were you talking to me?” he asked innocently.
Bulma
screamed in anger. “Sometimes I wish you would just disappear!”
“Be
careful what you wish for,” Vegeta retorted.
“Yea,
I shouldn’t wish for something that won’t ever happen. Then I won’t get my
hopes up!” Bulma smugly replied.
“Do
you want to find this Warlock yourself?” Vegeta said getting rather angry.
“Why
not? I am the one who is probably going to defeat him anyway,” Bulma said
through clenched teeth. Vegeta glared at her, and turned his head to focus his
attention on the path. Bulma had hit the one nerve that Vegeta so careful guarded,
his pride. She began to feel guilty for teasing him about her victory over
Prince Freeza, but she suddenly shivered. The tall trees of the dark forest
began to sway dangerously fast in the strong wind that angrily tortured their
limbs. Bulma’s knees began to wobble as she lost all strength in her legs. She
felt darkness surround her, and then after a few seconds, she felt Vegeta’s
strong arms holding her. She shook her head, and looked up in to Vegeta’s
concerned face. She smiled weakly as he laid her down upon a small patch of
moss on the dark forest floor. He looked at her, questioning her actions with
his worried eyes. Bulma felt like hugging him, but decided against it. Instead
she reached over to where Vegeta was sitting and held his hand in her trembling
ones. “Je, je vois les choses (I, I saw things),” she began. “He is coming for
us, Vegeta,” Bulma’s grip on Vegeta’s hand began to tighten as her panic grew.
“Il vein, (he is coming) Vegeta. We are not ready, and he is coming-”
Vegeta
moved to sit next to Bulma. He slowly raised his hand, and gently brushed a few
stray blue hairs from her eyes. “Nous sommes prêts (we are ready).” They sat in
that position for what seemed like hours before Vegeta broke the silence. “How
long do we have until he finds us?”
“Je
ne sais pas (I don’t know). A day, maybe two. It feels like he is making us
wait for his arrival.”
“He
wants us to panic Bulma, become afraid. You have to stay strong, all right? Can
you stay strong for me?” Vegeta asked. Bulma weakly nodded her head and sighed.
“I guess we should just stay here for the night, we had a rather late start
today. We can continue in the morning,” Vegeta said. Bulma nodded again and
slowly tried to pull herself to her feet. “No! Stay seated, I will prepare
things,” Vegeta said as he gently pushed against her shoulders to motion her to
sit down.
“Vegeta,
I am fine. Let me help. I am not a child,” Bulma softly informed him.
“I
know,” Vegeta said in a gentle tone of voice, “but I want you to rest.” Bulma
sighed again and sat back down. Vegeta had that look of determination in his
eyes again. Ever since their battle with Prince Freeza, he had grown very
protective of Bulma. In her heart, she knew that she enjoyed his attention, but
she would never tell that to him. After Vegeta made the fire and cooked their
meal, the two sat in silence as they ate. He quickly made their beds, lying
each blanket on either side of the fire. They bid each other good night, and
then turned away from each other and tried to fall asleep.
Both travelers were having trouble
falling to sleep. Every noise from the forest made them jump, and their hearts raced.
Vegeta had vowed to Kai and himself that he would protect Bulma no matter what.
Little did he know that Bulma had vowed to herself that she would protect
Vegeta. Back at the cave, whenever he was away, she would worry about him.
Whenever he trained, she always tried to be ready incase he needed her help.
She had lost him once, and she wasn’t about to lose him again. The two tossed
and turned in their beds, desperately trying to find a comfortable position;
tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Finally, sleep gently led them into the peaceful bliss of dreamland.
Sunlight poured into the forest,
gently waking the two travelers. Vegeta sat up and stretched, and looked over
the pit of ashes where the fire once stood, to Bulma. She was sitting up and rubbing
her eyes. When she finally opened them, she groaned. She was still here in the
forest. She had hoped that yesterday was just a morbid dream. She got up from
her warm blanket, and walked over to their bags. She pulled forth some food and
handed it to Vegeta. Their meal, for once, was not silent.
“So,
which way should we head today, Vegeta?”
“What
do you mean? We still have to travel south.”
“I
know, but I mean, Cell is coming for us, right? So are we going to try to find
him first, or should we set up a fort of some sort and prepare for the battle?”
“We
will find him first and destroy him,” came Vegeta’s simply reply.
“Trust
a man to go in headfirst without thinking,” Bulma muttered under her breath.
“What
was that?” Vegeta asked as he stared at Bulma.
“I
said...you know what? Never mind. Just forget it.” Bulma sighed again and then
started to repack her bag. “Are you ready to leave?”
“Of
course,” Vegeta smugly replied. Bulma rolled her eyes, and the two quickly
gathered their bags and began to walk through the forest.
Back in the cave, the other members
of the Counsel were giving Kai a skeptical look. Kai merely smiled and assured
the members that Vegeta and Bulma would complete the mission and destroy
Warlock Cell. The omniscient amethyst pool began to tremble. The members
watched in shock as they saw Cell demolishing trees, animals and people in
order to find Bulma and Vegeta. He was only one day away from them.
“Hey,
Vegeta, why don’t we use some of your la powder rapide (quick powder), to find
Cell?”
“We
can’t Bulma. The powder only goes to certain locations, not to people.”
“Aaarggghhh!
So we have to walk to our impending doom?”
Vegeta
rolled his eyes, “Yes Bulma, we have to walk to our impending doom.”
Bulma scowled upon hearing his nasty tone of voice.
“I
wish you’d walk to your impending doom,” she muttered under her breath. Vegeta
did not even turn to glare at her. Bulma pouted and thought to herself: why is
it that he never hears my good comebacks?
Suddenly, the forest became bright.
A blinding light poured through the trees, and before Vegeta and Bulma could
react, they felt themselves being drawn towards something, or perhaps someone?
When the light subsided, the two gasped as they saw that they were not long in the
woods, but rather in the mountains. They did not even ask each other what had
happened; they already knew who was behind this little plot. Vegeta felt the
hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as a horrible feeling washed over
him. He reached over to grab Bulma, but was too late. Another blinding light
pierced through the sky and consumed Bulma. The last words that Vegeta heard
were Bulma screaming his name. Vegeta tried to reach into the light, but his
hand could not penetrate its shield. He flung himself at the shield, hoping to
break through. As soon as his feet left the ground for his body’s assault on
the light, the light quickly vanished. Vegeta crashed onto the hard, rocky
ground. Bulma was no where to be found. He slammed his fist so hard into the
ground that a small crack formed in the ground. Vegeta paid no attention to his
throbbing fist and did not even see the damage that he had done to the earth.
He had lost Bulma; he had failed.
Anger boiled inside of his body. His
heart felt as if it had been ripped from his chest. He knew that he had to calm
down and concentrate on a way to find Bulma. He tried to think but the sound of
Bulma’s voice tormented his thoughts. The fear, the helplessness. He shook his
head and tried to think once more. Then a thought struck him: the light used to
capture Bulma was white. White, by a sorcerer’s standard was pure and good. How
did Cell manage to use white light? The realization of what had happened hit
Vegeta like a ton of bricks. “He used her energy! Now she is defenseless and
weak! I will find you Bulma, and once I find you, I will kill Cell!” Vegeta
yelled. His voice echoed from the mountains and touched the forest below. “But
how did he manage to steal her energy?” Another thought struck Vegeta, and twisted
into his heart. He grabbed his bag and pulled out a small vile filled with red
powder. He ripped open the vile and threw the powder in the air. He watched in
horror and the powder hung, suspended in the air near the place where Vegeta
had once stood. “Zut (darn) Vegeta! He was there the whole time!” The powder
was a gift to Bulma and Vegeta, given to them by the Dragon Rouge during their
last journey. They didn’t use it during their fight with Prince Freeza, and Kai
found it in the bad and tested it. After a few days, Kai informed his students
that the powder sought out and clung to evil energy. Vegeta felt every muscle
in his body tighten as he realized just how powerful this Warlock was.
Meanwhile...
“Ow!
Let go of me!” Bulma screamed at the hideous Warlock Cell.
“As
you wish ma belle princesse (my beautiful princess),” a deep voice replied.
Bulma felt him let go of her and she fell with a thud to the hard stone floor.
“Je
ne suis pas ta ‘belle princesse’ (I am not your beautiful princess),” Bulma
spat back at the Warlock.
“Hahaha!
Oh but you are. There is not hope for you now little one. Do you honestly think
that your knight-in-shining armor is going to find you here? No one ever leaves
my fortress,” Cell informed the frightened Bulma. “And,” he added, “No one ever
escapes from my dungeon!” Before Bulma could protest he held out his hand, and
his dark eyes flashed. Bulma felt herself moving, and when the feeling of
motion stopped, she saw that she was alone in a dark, damp dungeon.
“Vegeta,
where are you?” she whispered before falling over from exhaustion.
Upstairs, Warlock Cell paced through
his fortress, sealing every exit or entrance. He stopped walking for a second
and looked at the ceiling and smiled.
In
the cavern de L’avenir...
The purple water displayed a
triumphant Cell. He was looking directly at the members. His smug, evil smile
sent shivers down their spine. Vegeta was their only hope, but how could he
possibly defeat this monster with so much anger in his heart? The members began
to worry about the fate of their youngest members. They looked back into the
pool, but it’s once clear, purple water, turned thick and black. The members
were in the dark; they could no longer see Vegeta, Cell or Bulma. Vegeta was
completely on his own now.
Vegeta paced around the site of
Bulma’s abduction. Violent thoughts interrupted his sane ones. He couldn’t
clear his head, but he knew that he had to for Bulma’s sake. He knew that Kai
had once taught him how to locate Bulma, but he couldn’t remember. He began to
pace faster, trying to jog his memory. He remembered that Bulma hid from him,
and his job was to find her. He remembered feeling smug then, no one could hide
from him! But, in the end, Bulma proved to be a worthy adversary. His eyes lit up
with hope as he reached into his bag and pulled out another vile, this time
filled with white powder. He eagerly opened the powder and slowly poured it
onto the ground, making the shape of a compass. He sat behind the drawing and
chanted the spell that Kai had taught him. As he chanted, he saw the drawing
slowly move. He grew excited as the compass pointed towards the northwestern
area of the mountains. Vegeta quickly stood up and gazed at the direction the
compass had given him, but he felt his hope fade as fear began to grow inside
his mind. A hideous face appeared in the area above his destination. The green
face smirked at Vegeta and then spoke to him in a deep voice that rumbled like
thunder. The voice mocked Vegeta, telling him to leave before he got hurt.
Vegeta felt the anger boil inside him once more. Then the face changed, and the
beautiful image of a sleeping Bulma appeared. The voice mocked Vegeta again.
“You
will never defeat me, or save your little love. Take a good look Vegeta, this
is the last time that you will ever see her face.” With that, the voice and the
image disappeared, leaving Vegeta behind, alone on the mountain.
“I
will find you Bulma, I will find you,” Vegeta yelled to the mountains as he
reached into his bag and brought out Bulma’s favorite potion, la powder rapide.
He smiled to himself and concentrated only Bulma; he could almost feel her in
his arms again. “I will find you,” he whispered before vanishing in a cloud of
bright green smoke.
Bulma awoke with a start, and was
greeted by the quiet darkness of the dungeon. She quickly sat up, and looked
around the room. “Vegeta? Tu es ici (you are here)?” Only silence answered her.
“Hmm...I could have sworn I heard Vegeta talking to me,” Bulma said to herself.
“You
were mistaken ma belle princesse,” Cell claimed, startling Bulma. “Oh, but I
thought that you would like to know that your prince is coming.” Bulma smirked,
but her happiness faded as Warlock Cell threw open the door to her room. He
stalked into the room, and roughly grabbed Bulma by her arms. “Allons y ma
belle princesse (let’s go)! We can’t keep you love waiting, now can we? Won‘t
it be fun to see him disappear?” He let out an evil laugh that sent shivers
down Bulma’s spine, as her eyes grew wide. “Isn’t that what you wished for?”
Cell jerked so hard that Bulma felt her tendons strain to keep her bones
connected. She let out a scream of pain as Cell began to drag her up a long
flight of stairs.
Vegeta felt himself begin to slow
down to a stop. He looked around, to take in all of his surroundings. He found
himself in a dimly lit room. The only light came from candles held in human
skulls. Various animal heads decorated the room. The room had a horrible aura
and smelt of death. Vegeta heard voices coming from outside of the room. Before
he could move, Cell ripped open the doors and threw a sobbing Bulma into the
room, and he stood in the doorway, enjoying the little show that was sure to
come.
“Bulma!”
Bulma
sniffed, “Vegeta!” and her tears began to fall once more. Vegeta raced over to
Bulma and hugged her, not quite sure whether or not she was really standing
there in his arms. She gasped in pain as she tried to throw her arms around his
neck. Vegeta slightly pulled away from her so he cold take a look at her shoulder.
He gently took off her long, gray cloak and felt his anger grow anew, as he saw
her arm covered with bruises. Bulma sniffed again and weakly said, “Je suis
d’accord (I am okay).” But Vegeta knew otherwise. He pulled her close again,
this time more gently and he softly brushed the tears from her face. “I knew
that you would come for me. He said you couldn’t, but I knew you could!” Their
happy moment was interrupted by the sound of clapping. The re-united lovers
turned to see Warlock Cell applauding them as he walked closer to the two.
Vegeta felt Bulma tremble, and he hugged her as hard as he could without
hurting her. Bulma looked at Vegeta and the tears began to form in her eyes
once more. “You have to leave Vegeta; you can’t stay here. Save yourself, please!
Please, Vegeta go! You can’t defeat him; he’s too powerful! Please!” Bulma said
desperately.
“I
will not leave you! I just found you, and I am not letting go,” Vegeta said
with determination in his eyes.
“Please
Vegeta, I cannot watch you die again,” Bulma said softly.
“And
I cannot lose you again,” Vegeta declared. He stood there, holding Bulma,
memorizing every inch of her face before he tried to kiss his love. But before
their lips met, they were interrupted once more my Cell.
“Well,
if that isn’t the most disgustingly cute think I have ever seen. Gee...seeing
you too almost make me feel bad that one of you has to die. Oh, wait...that
feeling passed. Prepare to die Vegeta!” With that, Cell raised his hand and
Vegeta felt himself being torn from Bulma’s arms. Cell lifted Vegeta into the
air, and then flung him into the stone wall across the room. Vegeta hit the
wall with a sickening thud, and then plummeted to the hard floor. He struggled
to stand on his feet. Bulma felt her heart begin to race. “Is that all you have
Vegeta? Really, I am disappointed. I expected much more of a fight from you,”
Cell mockingly said. He raised his hand again, but this time, Vegeta was pulled
towards him. Cell grabbed Vegeta by the throat. Vegeta struggled to break free
from Cell’s grasp. “Well, Bulma, you saw Vegeta be stabbed to death, how would
you like to see him be strangled to death?” Cell chuckled as Bulma screamed in
horror. She ran towards Cell, but was stopped by his powerful force. Vegeta
began to struggle even more as his oxygen began to run out. Cell turned away
from Bulma and turned his attention to Vegeta once more. “Non inquiets (no
worries) Vegeta, I will take care of the belle princesse for you,” Cell
whispered in his evil, deep voice.
“Noooo!!!!” screamed Vegeta. His
eyes burned with anger. “ She is NOT your belle princesse! You will never have
her! She is mine!” Vegeta began to glow a bright blue color. The heat from his
energy burned Cell’s hands making the Warlock drop a fuming Vegeta. Vegeta yelled
in anger and charged Cell with his trusty sword. He nimbly swung and swiped the
sharp blade at the Warlock’s head. Cell ducked and dodged every swipe. This
angered Vegeta even more, and then with one swipe, Vegeta managed to slice
Cell’s arm. Cell’s eyes burned with anger, as his light pink blood stained his
clothes and dripped to the floor.
“You
will pay for that brat!”
“I
highly doubt that,” Vegeta spat back. Cell yelled and charged the young man
once again. This time, he disarmed Vegeta, with a swipe of his powerful hands
and sent the sword flying across the room. Vegeta began to punch Cell, but each
blow to the Warlock made Cell laugh a little harder. Each time Vegeta touched
Cell, he lost more and more of his energy. Cell, now re-charged, backhanded
Vegeta. As Vegeta went skidding across the floor, he saw Bulma, standing alone.
He slowly rose to his feet, and remembered his vow; Bulma would never be alone
again. He saw her hurt, her fear, and felt her worrying about him. Never again
would she shed a tear over him. Never again would someone harm her.
Vegeta dug deep inside and searched
for some energy. Flashes of him and Bulma training worked their way into his
mind. He felt her hold him in her arms as she whispered that she loved him. He
saw the way her eyes lit up when he confessed his feelings towards her. He
thought about the way her eyes would sparkle with anger when he would tease
her. Just yesterday he saw that look when he splashed her with the purple
water. He used all of these emotions the memories brought as his weapon. His
body became engulfed in a golden light. The energy sent shock waves throughout
the castle, making the structure rumble under his force. When the light
subsided, Vegeta emerged with glistening green eyes, and bright golden hair.
“No, Cell, you prepare to die!” Vegeta gathered all of his energy and released
it from his outstretched hands. The energy consumed the Warlock, pulling all of
his stolen energy from him. After the bright explosion, small balls of white
glowing light rose from the piles of dark ashes on the stone floor. They
elegantly rose to the air, and flew from the castle, returning to their owners.
Vegeta felt his energy leave him, and his coloration returned to normal.
“Bulma”
“Vegeta,
I, I” Vegeta didn’t wait for her to finish, he ran over to his love, held her
in his arms, and kissed her with all of the love and passion he felt for her.
After they held each other in a warm embrace, Bulma lightly punched Vegeta in
his arm.
“What
was that for?”
“I
am yours? I belong to you? I don’t think so!” Bulma coyly said.
“Oh,
you aren’t?” Vegeta said with his typical smirk.
Bulma
broke into a smile, “Nope, you are mine!”
Vegeta’s
smirk grew wider, “And if I am yours, just what exactly do you plan on doing
with me?”
“I’ll
show you,” Bulma said in a crafty tone of voice. She pulled Vegeta close to her
and kissed him back. As they kissed she felt his lips form that all too rare
smile.
Back in the Cavern de L’avenir, the
Counsel was overjoyed. They jumped around the cave, and smiled in triumph, as
their pool of water, began to clear and return to its normal color. Kai was
glowing with pride for his two young students. However, his glow of pride
quickly turned into a glow of embarrassment as the pool revealed Bulma and
Vegeta kissing in the castle. The other members began to laugh at Kai’s
embarrassment, and the celebration continued.
Bulma and Vegeta walked hand in hand
out of the castle. The cool evening air greeted them. The slowly walked down
the path away from the castle, in pure bliss. As they were walking a thought
struck Bulma. “You know Vegeta, every journey we have never takes as long as we
think it will.”
“Tu
as raison mon amour (you are right my love). You know, it was supposed to take
7 days to get here-”
“And
that’s another 7 back-” Bulma began
“And
we only spent 2 days on this journey,” Vegeta said.
“
Are you thinking what I am thinking Vegeta?”
“God,
I hope so!”
Fin!
All right! I have finished this fic! Thank you to everyone who suggested that I continue the story! I think this is where our little fantasy journey of Bulma and Vegeta ends. Sorry, but what else could I write about? Thanks again!