A quick story. Inspired by my theories of Kale's identity while she was unnamed.

"Prince of All Sadalans? Cabba and Kale's Royal Wedding?!"

He never expected to marry. No, really, he never expected to. He was never lucky with women, nor was he really interested in them, especially not after meeting her. But, in order to succeed as Frost true successor as the hero of the universe, he needed power, and simply being an Elite Saiyan wouldn't cut it. In the eyes of the public, he was just another Saiyan. Even as a Super Saiyan, he was nothing but another Saiyan. He needed to hold real authority.

He needed to become a prince.

"Are you ready?" Hit asked him. He was wearing a really elegant tuxedo, something he never expected to see coming from the universe's most fearsome assasin. Regardless, he too was wearing a formal suit, prepared for members of the Saiyan royalty.

"I am. I feel funny though."

"Meh, just let's get this over quick."

He went to the altar, with many Saiyans doing a military salute while his bride was wearing a beautiful white dress. Magetta, Saonel and Pirina were among the crowd too, but seeing Caulifla in there with a cold look was the most surprising. She was sitting alongside Renso, who still had his leg injury. His parents were there too, he hasn't seen them for a year.

Her bride had her face hidden, in a shy manner.

He grabbed her hands. To be clear, he was just as nervious as her, he didn't expect Lord Sadala to choose him as his daughter's husband.

"Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

"Is okay if you don't want this. To be clear, I'm not that comfortable. We can talk with him to cancel..."

"N-no! Just... stay." Kale said bluntly.

It was honestly weird, the two barely liked each other ever since they met the day of the Tournament of Power. In fact, Cabba was terrified of her and her second self, a green monster ready to destroy everything. But ever since Kale came out as the daughter of the king, she told both Caulifla and him she wanted to see him. The king wasted no time in rewarding him by finding his missing daughter.

Well, Cabba thought, this is awkward.

The preacher said some words, and they were officially married.

"Once you kissed the bride, you shall become a member of the royal family."

"Understood."

With awkwardness, he tried to kiss her, but couldn't do it. She was relatively cute, but under her eyes, all he could see was a raging behemoth ready to break his spine if he upset her.

Everyone was looking at him akwardly, with even Hit looking more bored than usual.

Suddenly, Kale grabbed him by the mouth and kissed him.

"Congrats, you're the prince now."

She said with a sweet voice... before she revealed her Potara earring.

She took out one of them, launch it among the crowd alongside her flowers and before they knew it, Kale was gone.

There was Kefla now... wearing a weird combination of the bride outfit with Caulifla clothes.

"HAHAHA! Well, you pipsqueak wanted to be a prince now huh? Well, congrats! Yo dad, or should I say, half-dad! It was nice seeing you and all, but I' rather live my own way now! Bye!"

And she blasted the wall and got away flying.

The king, Cabba and everyone were speechless. Hit was the first one to break the silence.

"So, you're the prince now?"

"Am I?"

"Yes, unfortunately," the king said disappointed in her daughter.

"Oh... great!"

"Can I go home now?" Hit said before disappearing with a time skip.

Special thanks to TransformMarvel for inspiring this story and suggesting the title of the fic.