Beauty & The Beast | VegetaxReader

| Beauty & The Beast | Chapter 1 |

A house just outside of town stood still. It's windmill turning slowly, and the waterwheel flowing it's continents. It was quiet early this fine morning and the sun had just risen, devouring darkness. Leaves swirled and blew around the trees, riding the current of the wind.

A young woman walked out of the house. Her skin a color [s/c], as she wore a [f/c] sleeveless dress with a white long sleeve button shirt underneath, a white apron on her waist and black flats. Her [c/h] [l/h] hair is tied in a low ponytail adorned in a medium [f/c] ribbon, and her eyes a shade of [f/c].

"Going into town today, [F/n]?" Your sister, Bulma asked, making you to suddenly stop before you headed down the stone steps of your little cottage, as a smile crossed your lips. Your sister is aspired on becoming a world famous inventor and she has already created several inventions that make your lives a bit easier, even though they're a bit clunky and elaborate and often break down - she doesn't stop until she has achieved. She spends hours and hours working on her machines, making them better and finely tweaking them - in hopes on giving you a better life than you have now. You, on the other hand, have no eye for machines and inventions. You love to read books instead - adventure books mostly. You can pick a six hundred page book in the morning and finish it in before the day is done. You fantasize about going on an adventure of your own just like the characters in the books you've read. Far away places, kings and queens, pirates, dragons, sea monsters, fairies, magic, knights in shining armor, you long to see it all.

Though you live most of your life wishing for an adventure and get away from this boring, dull life, you never once thought about leaving your sister behind. You two share a strong bond that could never be broken by anything, and when one of you were in trouble, the other will rush in to provide aid.

"I have to return this book to the bookshop, and maybe make a quick visit to Mr. Kai. I'll be home right after and that way you'll have the room you need to finish the invention for the fair tomorrow." You replied, smiling.

"Well, alright. Just don't come home too late." Bulma smiled.

"I won't!" You waved and walked down the small dirt path to town. You slowly put the book inside your small basket and sighed deeply. How you enjoyed the lovely early mornings. A chilly breeze blew through the autumn air, signaling that the first snow of winter would be coming real soon.

Small birds chirped and flew around you, as you continued your stroll. The smile appeared on your face once more and pushed a stray of hair behind your ear, as the view of the little town came upon your sight and began to sing softly to yourself, and unexpectedly got louder without notice.

"Little town, it's a quiet village... Everyday, like the one before. Little town, full of little people... Waking up to say -"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

"Bonjour!"

Soon the whole town was bustling with people going to different markets, shops, getting food, clothing - whatever came in their sight or for needs.

"There goes the baker with his tray like always. The same old bread and rolls to sell... Every morning's been the same. Since the morning that we came. To this poor, provincial town..."

"Good morning, [F/n]," The bread seller greeted as you walked by.

"Morning, monsieur." You replied.

"Where you off to?"

"The bookshop. I just finished this wonderful book," You said while taking out the book. "About a beanstalk and an ogre -"