Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bestowed To Prince Vegeta ❯ Frozen Memories ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

A/N: This fiction is based on a novel called Just Ella by Margaret Peterson Haddix. I in no which way ever own this wonderful story and I am only using it's plot for your enjoyment. I am not making profit off of this, so I humbly ask that Aladdin publishers do not sue me, for I am just 14 and all I own is my Crayola Color Pencils, but they're a piece of crap, so you can take them if you want....Oh, and I don't own Crayola either!

Summery: Set in Medieval times, a 15 year old Bulma finds herself in Vegeta's castle where she is bestowed to marry him in 2 months. She soon finds that he isn't near as charming as she had thought and she plans to escape.

Bestowed To Prince Vegeta

Chapter 1: Frozen Memories

The fire had gone out again. 'What shall I do?' I thought plainly to myself.

The king's silk comforters covered me, so my body was still warm. But my face felt like it was in another place, in the deep arctic of the world. I supposed that my chambermaid had slept in, either that or she had forgotten me. Or maybe, I just woke up too early and her shift hadn't started yet.

I thought about just getting up and starting the fire myself, but I remembered what happened the last time that I had done such a thing. The last time this had happened, I had stumbled out of bed and started the fire myself. That was a big mistake. My maids found out and quickly spread a rumor across the castle that Princess-to-be Bulma had done a lowly task such as that. Next, as I expected, Madame Kathryn arrived on the spot.

I would say that she looked tousled and flustered, but Madame Kathryn never allowed herself to be anything lower than perfect. Every hair on her head was neat, not a one out of place and every tiny pearl button on her dress, all 52 to be exact was secured in it's hole.

Madame Kathryn had forbade me to never ever light my fire again, because I am a princess, well a soon-to-be princess and that I need not bother myself with servant's tasks as I am a delicate flower. Really!? How can she consider me delicate? Before I ventured into this horrid place, lighting the fire was part of my daily routine…

The servant that never came was executed, I later found out.

So now, here I sit in a royal bed chilled to the very bone. I dare not get up, nor ring for the maid, in fear that another girl would suffer a fate such as my former did. I hoped that she would just wake up on her own and start the fire, without being discovered delayed. I listen for the familiar creak of my door when my servants usually came, but there wasn't a sound and I found myself getting colder.

This certainly wasn't what I had imagined, while dancing under the stars at the ball, with none other than the prince himself. Really, I didn't imagine anything at that moment. Just being at the ball sat all of my dreams free. After that everything happened fast, a little too quickly if you ask me. The prince on a bended knee, asking for marriage, the wedding arrangements, me returning to the castle, never to go back home again. I remember an old woman laughing as I road by, bewildered in the prince's carriage: "Now, there's one who will live happily ever after."

I was cold, lonely and to be married in 2 single months to the most handsome man that I had ever seen-the prince of the planet, the only heir to the noble throne, Prince Vegeta. I had never felt so alone in my life, not even when I had gotten news that my father was dead. This can't be happiness.

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