A Match Made In.. Heaven?
By Star-chan



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Remembrance of Past

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“Kakkarot! Where are you?” The raven-haired beauty called out, in search of her male companion. “Come on! This isn’t funny! I need to get back to the castle before Tousan finds out that I’m missing!”

Princess ChiChi and her guard Kakkarot were out walking in the woods, a suggestion made by her tall protector. ChiChi had been feeling quite suffocated in the palace while she was working on the assignments given to her by her tutors. In her annoyance, she stopped what she was doing and gazed longingly out the window. This had led Kakkarot to asking her if she would accompany him on a walk, and she was more than happy to agree. After strolling for several moments in a content silence, the Princess realized that Kakkarot was no longer beside her, and she began to search for him.

“SON KAKKAROT! If you do not show yourself at this moment, I am going back to the castle without you! And if anything happens to me along the way, it shall be YOUR head!”

When the only response that ChiChi received was the familiar echoes of the forest, she muttered something under her breath as she looked for somewhere to rest her tired legs. Spying a flat rock which didn’t seem too dirty, she hiked up her skirt.. ‘Curse otousan for making me wear these’.. and sat down. She buried her head in her hands, feeling dizzy and not too sure of how to get back to the castle.

From the treetop, Kakkarot looked down at his beautiful charge. He laughed to himself quietly as he watched her curse him out loud. But when he saw her sit down and felt her ki level drop somewhat, he decided that it was time for him to make himself known. He silently hopped down from the tree, and without ChiChi realizing, sat down next to her. He turned his head slightly and whispered in her ear. “So shall we head back now?”

Startled, ChiChi reacted the only way she knew how. Seconds later, Kakkarot was on the ground, holding his cheek in pain. Her eyes wide, she leaned down and gently grasped Kakkarot’s hand. “I’m so sorry, Kakkarot! I didn’t realize that it was you, so I punched. You scared me quite a bit. But I am still so sorry. Here, move your hand at let me see--”

Kakkarot let out a small chuckle at ChiChi’s rambling. He inwardly groaned at the pain the small action caused, but didn’t let her see. ChiChi glared at Kakkarot while she grabbed the hand covering his face and pulled, wanting to see the injury she’d caused. “I suppose you think this is all very funny, don’t you? Here I am, apologizing for my horrible deed, and you are laughing at me. Humph.” All the while scolding Kakkarot, she didn’t realize that her face was only centimeters away from his. After making sure that he was all right, ChiChi averted her eyes to Kakkarot’s. “Do you feel any bett—“ She went silent.

Her swirling orbs were drawn into his vast depths of darkness. The intensity, yet gentleness of his gaze was enough to render her speechless as the two young adults lay on the forest floor, locked in each other’s eyes. Slowly, their faces began moving towards each other. “That feels much better,” he whispered before they shared a kiss.

For the endless moment that their lips were joined, both Kakkarot and ChiChi had felt a piece of heavenly bliss.

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ChiChi reached up and touched her rose lips softly, the same lips that had been kissed so tenderly and so passionately once by Kakkarot. ‘Oh Kakkarot.. how I still think of you..’

“Princess?” The sound of the driver’s voice snapped her out of her reverie, and she faced the man. “Yes?”

“We are almost to Madame’s manor. May I suggest that you begin putting on your coat?”

“Very well Anthony. Thank you.”

Hearing the man’s expected response, she began to pull on the elegant, yet uncomfortable, covering. ChiChi looked once more at the scenery passing by her window as she sighed. ‘Why must you haunt my thoughts once more.. why now?’

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“So you were in love with Princess ChiChi once?”

“Yes.” Kakkarot looked away from his inquisitive friend. “I only kissed her once.. the day before I left Earth.”

Bulma leaned back into her chair and stared at Kakkarot, who was let out of his bonds and seating comfortably before her, on the promise that he wouldn’t escape or cause any harm. “Why did you leave if you had those feelings for her?”

He sighed. “No matter how much I loved her.. no matter how much she loved me.. her father would’ve forbidden the marriage between us.”

Tipping her head slightly, she smiled. “She loved you too?”

At this Kakkarot gave a small grin in return. “After that kiss, I blurted it out to her. She laughed and told me the same.”

“So you must really be against this whole arranged marriage then.”

His grin disappeared and was replaced by a frown that marred his handsome face. “Of course I am. But there is nothing that I can do to stop it. I am nothing but a mere third class.”

“There’s something you can do.. always something. All that has to be done is stop the engagement, get ChiChi’s father to let you marry her, and it’s happily ever after.”

“That’s much easier said than done Bulma. How do you plan to do this?” Kakkarot dryly enquired.

Bulma smirked. “Well, you’ll seduce ChiChi in the dark of the night, get her pregnant, and then you’ll have to..” her sentence trailed off at the glare that she received. “I was kidding... KIDDING! Yeesh.. you Saiyjins can’t take a joke. Don’t worry, with my superior brain power, we’ll have a plan in no time.”

“I can hardly wait to hear it..” Kakkarot rolled his eyes.

“O ye of such little faith shall soon learn that the impossible is always possible.” She grinned, “Especially in this case. In a matter of time, you my dear, shall have Princess ChiChi by your side.”

Kakkarot countered her statement with one of his own. “When that happens, you shall be pregnant with Prince Vejita’s child.”

“If I ever hear those words out of your mouth again, Karot, I will leave you to rot on the wall.”

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“Your H-h-h-highness?” The messenger trembled on his knees before Prince Vejita.

Vejita dropped the beaten guard he had been sparring with. He sneered at the teenage boy on the ground. “What is it, baka? Can you not see that I am busy?”

“H-h-his majesty has demanded your p-presence in the throne r-room, Prince.” He stuttered, his eyes never leaving the floor. Looking at royalty directly without permission meant immediate death.

“Kami, he cannot just leave me be!” Vejita muttered to himself. Letting out a heavy sigh, he addressed the shaken courier. “You may now leave my presence.”

“Yes sir!” The Prince watched with amusement as the poor boy saluted and practically ran out of the training room.

Kicking the large man aside, Vejita began his walk to the throne room. “I expect you to be a better match next time, Nappa, otherwise I may not go easy on you again.”

“Yes, your majesty,” came the weak and pain laced reply, directed at the Prince’s retreating back.

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Vejita threw open the large doors leading to his father. “What is it that you wanted which interrupted my training, Tousan?”

He saw his father look up from speaking to a blue-haired girl with her back to the Prince. “Ahh Vejita. You have met Miss Bulma Briefs, I presume.”

Bulma turned around and faced Vejita, before bowing her head. “Your highness.”

Vejita looked curiously at her face. This girl was familiar to him.. but how? “Aren’t you one of the head scientists?”

“I am, sir.”

The King’s son turned back towards his father with a slightly irritated expression on his face. “Why is she here? Didn’t you call me here for something?”

“Hai, I called you down. Bulma is here because she is a part of what I called you here for,” the elder Vejita replied.

“Well get on with it tousan. I have more training to complete.”

“I shall get right to the point. Bulma will be teaching you about Chikyuu’s culture and mannerisms.”

“NANI?!” Vejita’s jaw dropped. “What the hell is this tousan?! Every other day there is some other degrading plan that you have for me!” Bulma stood wide-eyed next to the King’s seat, equally shocked.

“King Vejita... my apologies for saying so, but I was not informed of anything of this sort.”

The King rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I sent up Nappa to give you a message explaining this project to you. You did not receive it?”

“No, your majesty. It was never deli--”

“Nappa was with me. We were sparring when the messenger came to call me down.” Vejita cut in, eyeing Bulma out of the corner of his eye. ‘She certainly is beautiful... BEAUTIFUL? Where the hell did that come from? She’s the ugliest piece of crap I have ever seen!’

The King sighed. “I guess I will just explain this quickly to the both of you. Vejita, because of your recent engagement to the Princess of Chikyuu, it seems fit for you to have some knowledge on the culture and etiquette of their people. Princess ChiChi is receiving similar training pertaining to Vejita-sei. Since Bulma is the only Chikyuu-jin on the planet, and is intelligent, I believe she would make a good tutor for you.”

Vejita gritted his teeth. “Tousan, I do not need a tutor for what I can pick up from books. I have no need for this onna.”

Bulma’s eyes flashed at the Prince. ‘Onna? Shows how educated he is..’

“Vejita, hold your tongue! You will have a tutor, and Bulma will be that tutor. I want you to know the customs of Chikyuu very well. You will not embarrass Vejita-sei. Am I understood?”

Vejita scowled. “Fine, but this tutoring will last only for 4 months! The wedding is in a year, and I only need that amount of time to learn.”

“Agreed.”

Bulma cleared her throat. “Your highnesses, if I may be excused, I have other business to attend to.”

The King smiled down at her. “Yes, you may leave. I will have someone send you a schedule, and I will make sure that you receive it.”

With a final curtsey, Bulma turned around and quickly left the throne room. As soon as the doors were closed, the sounds of the bickering father and son were muffled. She leaned against the elegantly decorated wall and closed her eyes with a groan. ‘What have I gotten into?’

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Tee hee hee.. Bulma has to tutor Veggie! That will certainly be interesting.. ^_~ In the next chapter of A Match Made In.. Heaven?, schemes are created, alliances are formed, and people are pissed. Mwahaha.. well, maybe not all in the next chapter, but... you get what I mean! ^_^ Well, I’m off. Ta ta!