Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama. I own nothing except my own ideas.

Author's note: This is my first Dragon Ball Z and I'd like to make a good impression, so let me know what you think in the reviews ^.^ This is loosely inspired by MrsBabadook's The Unwanted Bride, so you should really check out her story because it's really good Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. Please review, constructive criticism is helpful

I am their leader, they should listen to me, because if they don't… they will not be shown mercy.

My name is Bulma Briefs and I am queen of Planet Vegeta. I never wanted this responsibility, this… burden.
I was forced into a marriage to the king of this planet when Earth was purged, most humans were killed but for some reason I was kept alive. At the time I was glad to be spared, but now I wish for death.
My husband is a ruthless killer, a monster and merciless leader and I don't want to spend any time with him. I've been locked up in this bedroom alone since the day of the ceremony several weeks ago, no one has been to visit me except for the young servant girl who brings me my meals and even then she says nothing as she sets my platters down and leaves, collecting the usually untouched meals a few hours later. I once tried to start a conversation with her but the moment I began to speak she dropped to her knees almost terrified. I gave up after that. Not even my so called husband had been to see me. I assumed he would show up at some point to consummate his marriage as soon as possible, I didn't think of him as the type of person to wait until I was ready, but he was yet to show up. I was beginning to become more nervous. I didn't want to let my guard down because I knew that when I did he would come to claim his bride. I would never wish my fate upon anyone, ever. I hate this! This constant waiting and anxiety. Sometimes I just wish he would come for me just so I wouldn't have to be so scared.
Above every other emotion I was feeling, I was extremely bored. My only form of entertainment were the giant, floor-length windows covering the far wall of this room, with a brilliant view of the red city below me. I could see every person down on the ground, probably wishing they could be in my place, living in the royal palace. If I could I would happily swap with one of them. From my height, the people down below look like ants, doing their day's work before returning to their Queen Ant. Ha! I suppose I am their queen now, not that any have of them seen me before. I can only imagine what sort of things they think of me, a weakling human.
I sigh and move away from the windows to the bed, the place I spend the most of my time. I collapse face down into my ridiculous amount of pillows. I guess I could get some sleep, it's not like I can do anything else.