"Sire, quickly, the child is crowning as we speak."

"Is he now? Well then, alert the guards alerted and let us be on our way."

Four sets of guards followed by three men paced quickly down the lavished hallways. Each wore a crest upon their left breast plate signifying their importance to the kingdom, but only one wore a crimson cape and broach with the sigil of the king. Not one made a word and, beside the sound of armored boots hitting the marble floors, the rest of the castle followed suit. Maids of all different species quickened their step to avoid colliding with the sour looking men as they prepared a celebration feast. Those who were not so lucky would end up not only with a shattered bowl, but a broken back by those who shoved her upon the unforgiving floor.

The men eventually reached a large golden door etched in dragons and warriors of all sizes. Small gems were delicately placed throughout the mural, each color precisely selected to enhance the atmosphere. This room was where kings were born and was to be respected as such. The king paused before the door and motioned to his guards to stand by and wait. Entering alone, he came in to see a regal woman in bed holding a small child while a small handful of maidens who were cleaning up bloodied sheets, rushed around. One in particular addressed the king to follow her aside.

"Your majesty," she bowed.

"How is the child?"

A bit flustered from being cut off so quickly, the woman quickly composed herself. "Your highness, you have a healthy baby. She is…"

"SHE!? Thirty different seers and priests have confirmed that I should have a son. Why do you speak of a daughter to me?"

"Your majesty, they all…they all were wrong. Do not fret though, a daughter is just as powerful as a son, especially considering her blood line!"

The king laughed, "Foolish woman, do you not understand? This will ruin our peace! We have an agreement with Crishoyin to marry our son to their daughter. Do you know see what this misconception has done! What it has cost us!?"

The king stormed over his wife, grabbing the small bundle from her. No one was sure if it was to the child or to his wife he was speaking to, "You have failed not only me, but the kingdom itself."

He motioned to drop the baby upon the floor when another slave woman pushed forward and threw herself to the floor. "My Lord, if I may speak, I think I may be able to help."

The king stood before her, towering over her small frame. "And what can you do?" He solemnly placed the baby besides the queen in her bed.

"Sire, my sister who works in the kitchen…she has just bared a son, just a week ago. She longed for a daughter. Perhaps there could be…a switch?"

The king blinked not once, but twice before issuing a great laugh that bellowed throughout the room. "Foolish, a servants child taking the future throne! I WILL NOT HAVE IT!"

"Sire, think of our reputation. Our planet will lose all respect, especially at the thought of the royalty being unable to provide a promised son!"

"SILENCE! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO YOUR KING AS IF YOU WERE HIS EQUAL! GUARDS!" Immediately the sets of guards left outside rushed in and took the woman into their arms as motioned to by the king. "Set her to be executed immediately! NOW BE GONE!" The guards left with the now sobbing, apologizing woman. The king began to pace as he thought to himself. Eventually he stopped and turned to the others in the room watching him carefully. Setting out his hand, he ki blasted the lot of them until the last one fell dead upon the floor. The queen, who by now had set by silently, straightened herself.

"My love, what on earth should that be done for?"

"Your old handmaiden, is she not with child?"

"Who knows what that whore is up to. You sent her to the harem who knows how long ago."

The king smirked, "Then you do know…your rage confirms you track her."

The queen sniffed as she raised her pointed nose in the air, "No I do not. I cannot help it if my remaining maidens surround me in gossip."

"Then she is…"

"What are you getting at?" snapped the queen.

"Let us just say that I am aware of a few things you so desperately tried to hide as you are of me. There will be a switch and your handmaiden shall bear us the future heir. As for you, well, you went into terrible complications and bled out I am afraid…so tragic. Our child had to be rushed to infirmary for who knows how long. But, our son will grow up just fine without a mother. Rest assured my love, he will." The queens eyes, ever so placid, grew with every final word spoken to her until they glazed over as death shall do. The kings final gift to her was a piercing stare and ki blast to the heart. "SPARRAGUST!" Immediately a dainty woman came into the chambers. "Find me the woman Carota, bring me her child."

"My lord, I know Carota myself, she is over due her pregnancy by a week! She is not yet in labor."

"Then cut him out of her…and do not tell anyone of your deeds. Bring him immediately to me."

"…Yes…yes, my lord." The woman scrambled out of the room quickly. The king sat upon the bed where his deceased wife lay, still bleeding onto the silken sheets. He looked upon the crying bundle lying next to her with distaste. Hours passed and eventually the small servant woman appeared carrying a baby.

"What is it?"

"A boy your majesty. The lady Carota…she is dead my lord. We could not save her from the, um, operation."

"A terrible loss I am sure." The king took the baby into his arms before killing the servant woman before him. "No one can ever know the truth of your mother I am afraid. But you shall grow into a great king. You will reach heights you otherwise should never have seen. My son…you will deliver your people into a whole new area of peace and prosperity. I shall call you, Kakarotto."

Another baby crying cut the king off and he walked over to the source. "You, on the other hand, will replace Carota and be sent to the harem where you will live and grow as a concubine, as should you face your atonement for your unwanted birth. You will have a name fitting to your position, Bulma." Standing up he held a baby in each arm before walking away to place one baby into the arms of a hundred concubines and the other in arms of the monarchy.