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Chapter 8
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Bulma turned on her side as something dropped down on her head. "Get
up!" Some voice demanded. Bulma grunted and climbed down further in the
covers. General Bardock was getting furiously annoyed, and tipped the bed making
the lazy woman fall onto the floor. "Get dressed, and meet me in the dining
hall!" He demanded and then he was gone. The puzzled woman sat on the floor
looking at the door that had closed before her. She got up and picked up the
dress he had thrown on her head. She stared amazed at the garment it was a
crimson red colour, a maids cut, but a princess pattern.
15 Minutes later Bulma entered the "dining" room, a big room for the
entire court. Where they had breakfast, before they began to work and dinner
when the sun had gone down and their workday was over... The general spotted her
and came to talk with her. "I see it fits you!" Bulma nodded
indifferent. "General why are you giving me a dress? What is the meaning
with all this?" Bardock noticed the suspicious look people were giving
them. "Maybe we should go somewhere else and talk...?" Bulma sighed
and followed. They went down a few halls and entered the library.
"Here we can talk!" The general said satisfied. "Fine cause I'd
like to know if it's a dress they'll execute me in!?" "No such thing,
miss. I thought about our talk yesterday, and I figured that you should have a
chance to find out if you really are Bloomers... And if so, prove it, and get
your rightfully heritage!" Bulma shook her head in disbelief. "And how
will I prove that? More important when am I supposed to prove it?"
"They are coming here today to give you a test!" Bulma sighed
irritated. "But how am I supposed to prove something that I can't
remember?" "Don't worry they have other tests than questions. And if
you fail, you'll just know that you aren't her!" The young woman sat down
and sighed. "When precisely are they going to be here?" "I'd
say-" "General Bardock?" "Right about now..." Bulma
gave him the look of death, as she silently paled. "Is this the young miss
you suspect to be Bloomers?" "Yes it is!"
Bulma looked at the three men in suits; they looked like a couple of farmers in
suits... She got up and made a little curt. One came up to study her; he lifted
a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers. "Hair colour
naturally blue!" "Roger!" One of the other men said making a
little mark on a paper with a pencil. The first one looked in her eyes.
"Eye colour blue!" The second guy made another mark. Bulma looked at
the male who had been studying her; quite handsome for a farmer, dark brown
hair, puppy eyes, pretty tall, and a nice body... "Age?" He asked.
"17" Bulma answered. The guy with the pen and paper made a mark again.
"Your looks and age corresponds to Bloomers, therefor you'll get a chance
to prove if you really are her. But first let us introduce our selves: My name
is Billy!" Said the guy who had been studying her. "My name is
Bo!" Said the guy with the paper. He looked pretty young, a
"cute" look: glasses, green hair and black eyes. "And my name is
Bob!" Said the last one who looked like the oldest one. Not quite handsome,
thin hair, sublets, and a beer belly. Bob fell on left knee with left arm up in
the air, speaking dramatically, "you'll have to go through tests like
behaviour." "Questions." Bo said making twirl and holding out his
paper with both arms, standing on the left side of Bob. Billy turned a
somersault, landing on Bo's right side on right knee with right arm up, and head
bend forward. "And physically tests." Bulma and Bardock:
"........." (Cough Ginue cough)
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Vegeta wandered around thinking. ~ Miss Chocolate.... ~ Vegeta thought looking
on the list with his 10 chosen girls. Tonight he would have to announce the next
queen. And he also needed to catch The Blue Shadow before the ceremony the next
day. ~ Miss Chocolate, she's very nice, beautiful, like the rest of the girls.
Unfortunately not clever enough, and then she has this thing for sweets, she'll
probably end up fat...! Miss Convert? Well she's a great package, clever,
beautiful, in accordance with fashion, but she's just not my type...! Miss Mina,
too immature! Miss Ferrari, too intimidating! Miss Rosy, too snobbish! Miss
Salatine, a vegetarian for heaven sake... Miss Cucum, too clumsy! Miss Moon, too
angelic! Miss Cabbagine, beautiful, clever, in accordance with fashion,
remarkable vocabulary, hmm she could defiantly be the next queen. Miss
Incognito, little Miss secret. �Oh I'm so smart I know everything!� She should
learn how to treat royalty with respect! And what's up with the secretly
behaviour? Who does she think she is? The Blue Shadow? What a looser! No, I
think I've chosen my queen: Miss Red Cabbagine! ~ Vegeta heard some music coming
from the ceremonial hall. ~ What the heck is going on? ~ He hurriedly walked to
the room. Vegeta stopped in the doorframe observing three men, the secretly Miss
Incognito, and General Bardock talking.
(Person switch)
Bulma had handled every test Billy, Bo and Bob had given her so far, the next
was dancing. But Billy, Bo and Bob could not dance with her, cause if they came
to like her personally, they might cut her some slacks... Bardock couldn't
dance, and would rather not even try. She sighed. "I do not know how to
handle this test, if I don't get a dance partner...!" "What's going on
here?" Vegeta asked entering the scene. Bulma who had her back turned to
Vegeta, paled, praying to god that Billy, Bo or Bob wouldn't tell him.
"Well-" started Bo. "We are here-" continued Billy. "To
test the young miss!" Bob finished. "What for? Stupidity?" Vegeta
asked. Bulma narrowed her eyes, but kept her mouth shut, he shouldn't ruin this
for her. "If she's-" Bo started but was cut of by Bardock.
"Worthy of a heritage!" Vegeta looked at the General. "Really,
miss secret could be the heir of something worthy a test? Interesting... But
anyway what are you doing in the ceremonial hall?" Bulma turned to face
Vegeta, now she was out of danger. "We are here so I can take a dance test,
but I miss a dance partner so therefor we are stuck!" Bardock suddenly had
a light idea. "Sir, prince, my lord. If it isn't too much to ask for, would
you dance with the young miss? It would only be one short dance...?" Bulma
face faulted. How could Bardock? Unless he, of course, since she had told him
she had been on the castle to try out as the next queen, he obviously believed
she wanted to marry Vegeta...! "I don't know General, I'm very busy.
Besides I don't usually dance with ugly persons...!" Bulma tightened her
fits. "I bet you can't dance, that's why you won't dance with me!?"
"Nonsense! Besides you saw me dance yesterday, graceful as a cat!"
"Oh yeah, I was wondering why she was leading... By the way how did you
know I saw it?" Vegeta was very offended, and kinda embarrassed. "It's
not that hard to notice envy eyes...! And I'll show you, MUSIC!" Vegeta
dragged Bulma out on the mid-floor. The music played a soft song, and Vegeta put
his arm around her waist closing the space between them. She put her hand on his
shoulder and the other hand in his hand. Vegeta spun her around on the dance
floor. Moon had been right, he was in a matter of fact a very good dancer. Bulma
was getting a little dizzy, but she couldn't figure out if it was from spinning
around or being this close to the handsome prince. "Woman?"
"What?" "What heritage are you testing for?" She sighed,
well why not? He'd probably hear it sooner or later. "I'm trying to prove
that I'm Bloomers, daughter of Boxer and Bunny Briefs. Thank you for the dance,
my lord, and I'm still better at climbing trees than you!" Bulma made a
curt and then she left the stunned prince, she hurried towards the other men,
she had something to say... "Bardock can I speak to you, before the next
test?" She asked. The older man shrugged. "Sure, what's on your
mind?" "Under 4 eyes..." Billy, Bo and Bob got the hint.
"We'll be waiting in the library, it is time for your questions
test...!" When they had left Bulma went crazy. "Bardock I remember! I
remember everything, okay not everything but I remember details from my past! I
remember how my father and my mother looked. I remember things from the castle,
and Vegeta. I remember stuff about Vegeta! Isn't that crazy? I'm really her, I
mean she's really me; I'm Bloomers, god dammit! I've found myself, I've finally
found my way home..." Bulma started wailing. Bardock just watched her.
"So you are saying you got you're memory or at least part of it back, after
dancing with the prince?" Bulma nodded still wailing. She blew her nose in
his sleeve. "I've found home."
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Vegeta looked out the large window in the ceremonial hall. ~ She can't be! But
nobody else knew Bloomers could climb a tree faster than I could. Maybe it was
just a lucky guess... But otherwise it would certainly explain her secretly
behaviour, and lacking respect. Could she have returned? Would the old deal then
still be official? In case it is, would it really be a bad thing? What am I
thinking, of course it would. I hate her! Or do I? She is the ideal match for
me...! She would speak for herself! She's mystical, and that makes her more
interesting than Cabbagine! Argh, I don't know. I guess I could pick her, and
then if it's unbearable I'll just get rid of her after she has produced an heir.
I can't believe it; I'm choosing miss secret. ~ Vegeta sighed. "Have you
decided yet?" The old king asked walking through the room towards Vegeta.
"As a matter of fact I just have! I have chosen Miss Incognito!" The
king raised an eyebrow. "What is special about her, since you have chosen
her?" "I hate her, she's too clever, ugly, annoying, has a habit of
pissing me off, and I just gotta have her!"
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"Okay miss, we only have few questions left now...!" So far Bulma had
answered right on every question. Even Bardock now fully believed she was
Bloomers. "What happened on the day that you disappeared?" Bo asked.
Bulma closed her eyes to remember. "It was cloudy day, not much sun. Dad
and me were at the castle; he was at a meeting. And I had gone to play with
Vegeta as I used to. He wasn't there, some woman said that he had gone training,
and then she asked me if I wanted to come with her to a kitchen. Where she gave
me something to drink, and, and, and then it all went black. I can't remember
anything else from that day...!" There was silent for a couple of minutes
before Billy, Bo and Bob began wailing. "Bloomers, you finally found your
way home!" Bulma, or should I say Bloomers, laughed and hugged Bardock as a
thank you. "Billy, Bo and Bob, you've just saved my life!"
"You-" wailed Billy. "Are-" wailed Bo. "Welcome"
wailed Bob. "There's a couple of business things to take care of now, and
then you'll get your heritage Miss Brief!" Bo said sniffling.
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Vegeta was nervous about his decision. Was it the right one? Was SHE the right
one? He tried to remember what he had felt while they had been dancing, but it
was all gone... The nine other girls had already showed up, dressed in their
prettiest dresses, waiting eagerly for his decision, people from all over had
gathered; relatives to the 10 girls, curious strangers and so on. Everybody but
the chosen one had showed up, Vegeta looked anxious at the door, if she didn't
come quick he'd panic and choose his father... Then suddenly the doors opened
with such power that it hit the wall. And in stepped Bloomers (it'll be easier
if I call her that from now on.) She was dressed in a new dress; she had bought
with a little of her new fortune. It was beautiful, rich decorations; wonderful
design and cuts, marine blue and made for her only...! Vegeta suddenly
remembered why he had chosen her. The music started playing and the 10 girls,
gathered in front of the "scene" on which Vegeta was standing.
"Tonight the prince will make his final choice, yade, yade, yade." The
king went on and on for a half an hour. And then it was Vegeta's turn. "I
was asked to choose between many lovely women's in three days. That certainly
isn't an easy task, but today I finally chose. I choose-" Bloomers closed
her eyes, she hadn't been there to become queen in the first place, but she felt
that she deserved to marry him. After all, she knew him better than any of these
bitches... But the chance that he'd choose her was zero! "Miss Bloomers
Briefs also called Incognito!" Time stopped for her...he, no, had he? She
was? *Thumb* Vegeta held back a laugh; his decision defiantly couldn't be all
wrong. "Bring her to my room!" He ordered to some of the staff.
"But sir, you can not-" the woman whom was speaking blushed. "Do
anything till you are rightfully married." Vegeta looked at her angrily.
"I never said I was planning on it. But she's my future bride and I'd like
to talk to her when she awakes!" The woman blushed to a crimson red colour,
and apologised for even speaking. The rest of the 10 girls were crying.
"Dad, I'm withdrawing to my room..." Vegeta said. "And what do
you expect me to do with all these peoples?" The king asked. "I don't
know, be creative..." Vegeta turned and began walking. (Remember? Hint
chapter 3...)
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Vegeta was sitting next to the bed on a chair looking at her, wishing she'd wake
up soon. Though he liked her sleeping stature; she looked so peaceful, he really
needed to talk to her. It would be nice to hear if his life would be a living
hell the next few years. Finally she turned on her side opening her eyes slowly.
"You have a habit of passing out." He said looking at her. "Where
am I?" She asked. "In my room on my bed..." He answered. Bloomers
sat up immediately checking if she was still fully dressed. "Relax I
haven't touched you! Yet..." Vegeta loved to tease this woman. She growled.
"You can't do anything till we are married! If I'll marry you." He
laughed. "You don't have a choice. You came to me to try out as the
queen..." "Damn," she sighed. "But you still can't do
anything till we are married." "I'm not planning on." He said,
and then he smirked. "Not that anyone would want to..." "Oh yeah?
We-well you chose me mister! A-and then it's you own fault! How- why am I even
here? And, why did you choose me?" Vegeta rested his cheek on one of his
hands, which was resting on the bed, still smirking. "Because you are fun
to fight with. And why you are here; I wanted to know if you truly are Bloomers?
Or if your scam just worked..." Bloomers looked deep into his eyes. Somehow
she felt attached to him. Marrying him wouldn't be the worst thing, unless of
course he didn't even like her. That he had been pushed to choose her because
she was Bloomers... "I AM her! Ask me anything, I can answer it for
sure!" Vegeta thought for minute. "Okay, remember some Sundays where
we did one special thing?" "Yeah I remember..." "What did we
do?" Bloomers closed her eyes to be absolutely sure. "We bathed in a
little lake a couple of miles from here..." "No... We rode!" He
said. Bloomers gaped, "I-I was so sure..." "It was some Saturdays
we bathed." Vegeta laughed. Bloomers snorted and threw a pillow on him.
Vegeta didn't duck down in time to avoid it. "You are so dead...!" He
said jumping onto the bed. Bloomers tried to fight him back with another pillow,
but he was stronger and finally he caught her in a grip, his leg keeping her
still and his hands holding her arms above her head. "What are you gonna do
now? Huh? What are you gonna do, I've caught you..." Bloomers turned and
twisted, but couldn't get free. "Let go!" She demanded, not that it
helped. "No way, I'll never let you go! I kinda like this position..."
Bloomers blushed, and started screaming, while she tried to get free. "Let
go you jerk!" Vegeta laughed, "You just keep trying..." He
suddenly had an evil idea, his one hand held her arms steady above her head, and
the other went to tickle her stomach. She panicked, and freaked out. "No,
no, no, don't! Please... I-I'll do anything, just don't, that's torture!"
(Amen!) Vegeta smirked. "Anything? Okay, first apologies for throwing a
pillow at your prince!" "Fine, I apologies for throwing a pillow at my
prince... Okay? Then let me go!" "I'm not finished yet..." He
said, that evil smirk making her feel very uncomfortable. "Wha-what
else?" She asked very nervous. "Apologies for being ugly!" He
demanded. "What?" "You heard me. If you don't I'll tickle you to
death..." She sighed irritated. "I apologies for being ugly."
Vegeta laughed. "Apology accepted. And now-" He paused watching her
eyes tenderly. And she too was like caught in a spell. His face neared hers
slowly until it was very few centimetres away... "I-" He started but
was cut off by Bloomers. "Schhh, don't speak!" She barely whispered.
Then their lips met. She closed her eyes, and let her now free hands run through
his hair. His hand was holding him up by resting on the bed right above her
head. She sighed happily against his lips, and then she pushed the prince, who
certainly wasn't expecting it, onto the floor. Bloomers got up and off the bed.
"I'll be going to my room now. I guess I'll see you tomorrow my lord."
She said while making a curt. Then she left laughing. Vegeta, whom was still on
the floor, closed his eyes, and then he started laughing. ~ I think I'll enjoy
living with her... ~
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Bloomers smiled almost dancing into her NEW room; she had been transferred to
another room, much bigger and newer. ~ It has advantages to be the next queen...
~ She smiled looking around in her new bedroom. It had a giant, very soft, but
not too soft, bed. A bathroom was attached to the room. And the room had a big
closet with some beautiful dresses and a white night gown. It simply had
everything; it was like a dream to her. She had everything here. "I'm never
gonna leave this place!" "Never say never!" Bloomers gasped and
turned to where the voice had spoken. "It's you!" She spat. "Is
that the kind of welcome you give your old father?" "I hate you, and
you are not my father!" She hissed. "Oh Bulma all th-" He was
rudely cut of by Bloomers. "I'm not Bulma! I'm Bloomers daughter of Boxer
and Bunny Briefs. And you, you scumbag, kidnapped me and abused me."
"Okay so I'm not the perfect father, but who raised you? Who taught you all
you know? To fight, steal and-" "I'm never stealing for you again. You
hear that NEVER!" She yelled with rage practically steaming out of her
ears. "You haven't finished your mission yet young lady. Finish it and then
come home, you don't belong here, you're just like me..." "NO! Fucking
no! I'm nothing like you. You made me steal. You made me kill. YOU killed me.
You asshole, abuses leave marks, deep cuts. Do you know what it does to a
10-year old? DO YOU? No the hell you don't, then you wouldn't have done
it." She spat. "If you don't, I'll tell them exactly who you are you
little whore; a lying thief!" "Fuck off, do you think they'd believe
you over me?" The old man turned to leave while answering. "I'll tell
him your real name, and I can prove it's yours, cause your old man ain't stupid
he's a very good swindler. And if remember correctly the prince has your diary,
and has already read it, or is that wrong? And isn't it true that you were
almost sure that he had seen your hair colour? Well the prince is a smart guy;
he can put two and two together. Remember I need the jewels by tomorrow, if you
give me them, you can go rotten in hell." Then he was gone. Bloomers were
left in her big dark room, completely in despair.