Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Baby Blues ❯ Chapter 5

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Authors note: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT blah blah blah.
Skylark showed Vegeta and Bulma to their quarters. "You know all that you need to know, correct?" Vegeta nodded. "Then I shall take my leave. I will send for you for dinner at eight," she said before disappearing down the long partally lite hallway. Bulma and Vegeta entered the dark room, the lights dimming on slowly allowing Bulma her first look at the former Prince's suite.
"Wow," she gasped as she walked in front of Vegeta. "It's georeous," she gushed. The room was the size off a one bedroom apartment and this was only the bedroom! The walls were painted a dark blood red with gold streaks running along the bottom of the floor. A beautiful chandalier hung low from the ceiling. The gems that graced it were not crystal, but ruby instead. The lights gleamed off of them, making the room appear even more red. The curtains were made of a thin white matterial overlapped by a thicker royal blue material. There were large dressers and a couple of wardrobes, some red while others were white. There was a really big bed that sat in the middle of this. The bed was almost twice the size of a king sized bed and had a thin white canapy that leaked onto the floor creating a white puddle around the bed. The comforter was royal blue with gold stars gracing it's surface. Bulma turned toward Vegeta. "Where am I to sleep?"
"You will sleep on the bed of course," Vegeta said. Bulma sighed with relief. " Now go freshen up, you stink." Bulma's face contorted in anger before huffing off toward the bathroom, that was on the right side of the room, leaving Vegeta to chuckle at her backside. Bulma entered the bathroom that was half the size of the bedroom.
'Damn! He was spoiled,' Bulma thought to herself as she headed for the hot tub sized bathtub. After discarding her cloths she slid into the tub, closing her eyes as the warm water washed over her ivory skin, only to realize that she was not alone. Her eyes flew open exspecting Vegeta to be in front of him, but sank deep into the water when two young girls stood in front of her. They both reselmed Skylark, but their fur was black instead. They appeared to be about fourteen or so, but on this planet appearences were decieving. "Vegeta!" she sceamed out sending the Sayian in looking around for a threat to vanqish a threat, but stopped when his eyes came across the two girls standing before him.
"Is this what you were screaming about, Onna?" Bulma nodded at his question. "This are servents of the palace. They are here to tend to your needs."
"Oh," Bulma said quietly. "I didn't think about that." The two girls stepped up to her.
"We are here to give you a bath," they said in unison. Vegeta almost burst out laughing from the shock on Bulma's face.
"Iie," she protested, "I can bathe myself." The girls looked confused.
"You are with Prince Vegeta, correct?"
"Hai, but only as his..." Bulma faded off, unable to think of what Vegeta and her were.
"She is my," he paused and swallowed, "friend. She does not want help, so leave." The girls nodded and exited. Bulma smiled.
"That took alot coming from you," she said. Vegeta only grunted as he left Bulma to wash.
"You have thirty minutes Onna," he said over his shoulder. "I will need a bath as well before we head out for dinner."
(Thirty Minutes Later)
Bulma exited the bathroom so that Vegeta could take his short bath. The two young girls stood before her once more, an elegant dress in each of their hands.
"Onna," Vegeta said ten minutes later as he exited the bathroom, "we have twenty minutes le-" Vegeta stopped at the sight before him. Bulma sat on the bed in her bathrobe and the two girls stood before him, clearly angry as their tails twitched behind him.
"My Lord," one said, "She will not allow us to dress her for dinner." Vegeta smirked.
"Onna, you will need help getting into the dress. Stand up and let them dress you." Bulma shook her head. Vegeta frowned and in a flash he was holding her arms behind her back. He yanked the robe off her body, turning from her naked body, lest he got anymore ideas. The girls put white satin panties on Bulma, followed by a corset and stockings, all white to go with the pink dress that they had picked out for her. Bulma strugged the whole time until they finished and Vegeta let her go. Bulma huffed off into the bathroom for another five minutes to finish putting her apearence together. Vegeta quikly dressed in his formal Prince wear. He wore royal blue spandex complete with a white armor top with gold shoulder blades that had medals and the Sayian Royal insigna on the breast plate. At eight Skylark appeared at the door, ready to escort them to dinner. Bulma exited the bathroom and Vegeta held in a gasp. She had put on a little make-up, but only enough to look natural. They headed out toward the Banquet hall. Upon entering Bulma noticed quite a few people around her and then it dawned on her, she never thought to ask about the rulers of this planet.
"Vegeta," she whispered, "Who rules this planet?"
(On Earth)
Yamcha had asked for Mr. Briefs to make him a spaceship because he had gotten wise to where Bulma and Vegeta were, but he had told Yamcha that he would not. Bulma had wanted her space and if she wanted it he would let her so now Yamcha sat on his couch thinking of another way that he could get into space.
"If he won't make me one then I will have to threaten him to make me one," Yamcha siad darkly. He hated having to do this, but he was not about to lose to that Monkey! Yamcha stormed out his door and into his car, thinking of ways he could make Mr. Briefs do his biding.
Authors Note: Sorry this was so short. Please read and review.