Seven

A/N: I'd like to thank Rawhide for providing me with my 50th review; Deanna625 for providing all of your moral support - and all others who have been reviewing.

Sorry it took me so long to update, I've had writing issues recently.

So, here's chapter seven.

- Dixie A. Stonehall.

The next morning, Peach awoke to the wonderful smells of breakfast - which wafted along from the kitchens, just a few doors down from her room. She decided to try on some of the clothes that Bowser had bought for her.

Peach had to admit; she loved the new look. However, she tried to picture the anger of her father if he ever saw his daughter wearing such garments.

"Hey… Father will not see me anyway…" Peach muttered to herself, still sifting through the outfits. She shrugged. "Screw it, I'll wear them."

Peach took in a breath - if she ever used such language around Toadsworth or any of the Toad advisors, she'd be in big trouble. And using words like that in front of her father…?

Peach giggled to herself. Despite being held as a prisoner within Bowser's castle, she finally felt like she had some freedom.

So, with her new found freedom in mind - Peach adorned herself with a pink and black shoulder-less jumper, the sleeves attached with clips. She put on a black skirt, which came up to her knees, and tugged on a pair of neon pink fishnet tights, finishing off the look with a pair of black, leather reinforced Doctor Martens.

Peach stared in wonder at herself in the mirror of the wardrobe. She'd never worn such clothes before, and despite the change, she kind of liked it.

After brushing her hair, cleaning her teeth and applying a bit of kohl around her eyes to complete the gothic punk look - Peach ran across the corridor, thundered down the main steps, and burst through the doors of the dining hall.

Everyone gasped when they saw her. Bowser smiled at her from his end of the table, and walked over to the doorway where she was stood.

'Just the response I expected…' Peach thought.

She suddenly reconsidered, beginning to feel rather awkward. '…Or was it…?'

"Princess, please sit down." Groaned one of the zombie-Koopa waiters, shaking his head in despair.

"What's the matter; get in a fight with your mascara and lose?" Wendy sneered; rolling her eyes despairingly at Peach's heavily darkened eyelids.

Bowser smiled gently, placing his paws upon the table; watching in satisfaction as Peach sat down. "…It's different, Peach." He commented, his fangs bared in a large grin.

"You know, dressing like that is illegal in seven overworlds." Roy laughed, shaking his head.

"I only did it to please you; Bowser." Peach lied, lowering her eyes.

"Ergh!" Morton exclaimed, throwing down his fork with emphasis. "…There IS something going on with you two; isn't there?"

"Morton, hush your mouth." Bowser snarled, casting a dark glare over to his obnoxious son.

As father and son continued arguing - the troupe of zombie-Koopas marched into the room in unison, each one laying down a tray of toast, silver platter of coffee jugs and teapots - or plates stacked high with flame-grilled bacon and poached eggs.

"Good morning." - They all muttered, before traipsing out once more.

"Bowser… How long did it take you to train them?" Peach questioned; as she daintily applied a smear of marmalade to her slice of toast.

Bowser already had his jaws filled with several rashers of bacon and around four eggs - so his response was somewhat indistinctive; and sent yellow dribbles of egg yolk running down his chin. - "…Around four months."

Peach raised her eyebrows - extremely impressed. "…Is this with whips and chains, or without?"

"Please; we don't need to know about your extensive bondage sessions over dinner." Roy coughed, stuffing his face with jam-smeared toast.

Bowser swallowed a mouthful of scalding hot coffee - his eyes watering in both pain and rage, as he did so.

"…The next Koopa to make an inappropriate comment will find themselves banned from playing Pokémon Diamond for a month!"

"But what about-" Wendy began, waving her pink DS Lite above the table.

"…Or Pokémon Pearl." Bowser growled, wiping away his bitter tears.

Peach smiled triumphantly - giving each of the eight Koopalings a smug smirk in turn.

"Great punishment methods, Bowser." Peach smiled, complimenting him.

Bowser grinned, stroking his collar. "Well, hmm… Yes." He grinned, giggling bashfully.

Roy, Ludwig, Lemmy and Morton exchanged grimaces to one another - each one miming vomiting by imitating shoving their fingers down their throats.

"…She's gonna get it." Roy whispered.

"If she thinks she can sneak into the Koopa family unharmed, and seduce dad…" Morton grumbled, lowering his voice.

"Zen she can sink again." Ludwig slurred, his eyes twinkling.

Peach didn't notice the four Koopa boys plotting their evil revenge schemes against her; as she continued daintily eating her breakfast - placing a large forkful of egg into her mouth.

She instantly gagged, her cheeks tingeing pale green; as she screwed up her face in disgust, spitting her mouthful out into a crimson napkin.

"…Yoshi eggs, Peach." Bowser smiled, his fangs shining.

"…Um, excuse me…" Peach mumbled, stepping down from her chair. "…I must go and scrub my tongue."