Hi guys
thanks for reviewing, I�d really like to write to all of you... And in the
weekend you�ll all (at least the once who left an address...) get an e-mail
from ME ^.^
So don�t ya worry, I most defiantly listens to you! ^.~
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RICH AND POOR
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Vegeta looked at the diary, then smirked and opened it:
�~*~ Dear diary ~*~
My name is Bulma.
I have never loved nor cared for another person, my father abuses me, and my
mother is a witch.
But those are not my real parent�s, I was adopted when I was little. Where my
real parent�s are I do not know!
But I intend to find out, when I become 21, for then I�m old enough to live
alone.�
HALF AN HOUR LATER...
Vegeta raised an eyebrow, after reading a little in her diary, he felt that the
right thing to do was to kill her and end her sad life.
He looked out, the moon was shining brightly, was he the only one who noticed?
Were all people in his country so poor that they didn�t had time to stop and
look at the moon?
Who was this Bulma/Blue shadow? And why couldn�t he help wishing a better life
for her?
He massaged his temples. God all those questions and no one to answer them...
Then he heard a small sound outside his window, he smirked when he saw a shadow
moving fast down on the ground.
~ Shadow, shadow, shadow... Are you looking for something? ~ He shook his head
still smirking.
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Bulma had gotten this far, but she had forgotten that she needed to find her
diary somewhere in the castle, and the castle was huge!
Those people sure was rich.
She climbed up to a window, seeing that it was the kitchen, she crawled on. It
wouldn�t be in there, except if they wanted to boil her diary...
~ Bathroom, servant room, servant room, guardroom, empty room, bathroom,
library; *sweat drop* don�t hope so...
the prince�s bedroom, guardro? ~ Bulma stopped and climbed back to the
prince�s room, that was her bag right there on the floor...
Maybe he hadn�t found her diary, maybe he hadn�t read it... Bulma sighed, of
course he had.
If they wanted to catch her, they would read every page, they would know all
about her, and soon she would be executed.
She decided to get her bag back, so she climbed in to the room, knowing very
well that she was walking directly into the lion�s cave...
She tiptoed over the floor, not wanting him to find her...
She picked up the bag, but it was empty...
�Looking for something?�
Bulma jumped and almost screamed, ~ oh no! ~
�Well it�s right here! So come out of the shadows and get it...�
~ No, no, no! Not him!!! ~
Bulma turned around. She was still covered by shadow, so he couldn�t quite see
her...
Bulma breathed heavily, this was the end.
Vegeta smirked hearing her breath becoming harder and harder, ~ she is scared...
Perfect! ~
�Bulma!�
~ Shit! He read it... ~
�I must say you have tried a few things woman... Surrender and no one will be
harmed!�
�Except me when you kill me! No, I don�t think so. I�m either dying with
dignity, or I�m not dying!�
Vegeta smirked, she was different, in the good way.
�If you won�t come to me, I guess I have to come to you!�
Bulma fast backed up against the wall, Vegeta walked slowly towards her.
When he finally reached her, she pulled her hands up so he couldn�t see her
face.
He chuckled, she had no intentions of giving up.
He was stunned when he saw her hair color, it was blue, deep ocean blue.
He reached out to touch it, but when he did so she jumped to the side.
She ran all she could still covering her face, she jumped to the window, but
instead of jumping out she hit the wall.
She cursed loudly but got up to leave again, Vegeta sweat dropped not knowing
how to react.
She climbed out the window, wondering why the prince didn�t stop her, maybe,
just maybe it had something to do with her little ran-into-a-wall number...
She looked back, just in case he was trying something and saw him just looking
at her.
He couldn�t see her face exactly yet, but he knew now that she was not ugly...
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THE NEXT MORNING:
Vegeta walked into meet his father who had requested to see him.
�Father!�
�Son!�
Both Vegeta�s looked at each other with annoyances.
�What is it that you wish of me?�
The old King Vegeta sighed but nodded his head, �every King has to have a
mate, how long they keep her is their own decision, but she has to give a heir
before she can be removed...�
The young prince Vegeta nodded, �I know that, so?�
�So you�ll have to find a mate before you claim the throne!�
The young prince Vegeta, blinked twice, �are you serious?�
�Of course I�m serious! All the women worthy of the throne will be stuffed
together in a hall tomorrow, and then you�ll have a chance to choose!�
Prince Vegeta growled, and left short after, he knew he would have to take a
mate, but he didn�t knew it would be so soon...
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Sorry about the diary all there was missing in it was; �and I live in ------
But if you want to make sure that I�m home you can always call me on ------
--- With love the blue haired, blue eyedd 1 something tall�... The truth is I
don�t know what to write in it...
Vegeta has to choose a mate... That must be first time you�ve heard that eh?