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Author's Note: Hmmmm, how long did I say I would've had a chapter out last time? Like a week? Uh, that obviously didn't happen. I am realllllllly sorry to all the readers! I just kept putting it off and dealing with school and you know how it goes. It always sucks dealing with school. But now it's summer and I have nights that I just randomly stay up until 4am, so yeah, I think I have some time! This chapter kind of starts off shitty, I wrote the first part a long time ago and then I accidentally deleted the good version and then I had to rewrite it. The dress is actually inspired by one of Padme's in Episode III, if you care at all, it might give you a better feeling of what it looks like. Her hair is exactly like Padme's when Obi-Wan comes to speak with her about Anakin (OMG!1! JILLY TOLD SPOILER!1! RUN!) You will find I will do this a lot, because I'm not a creative costume designer and errr, I love Padme's costumes and hairstyles, besides, you guys do too (hopefully)! Ummmm, here's a picture! Yay for pictures:
Dress: http/ (not exactly like that, it's a bit different. i describe it pathetically)
Hair: http/

Concubine

"There we are." Chi-Chi added the finishing touches to Bulma's arm with the new, much cleaner, bandage. Bulma winced under the pressure of the wrap, but was thankful for it. "You're very lucky I didn't have to stitch you up." Bulma only nodded her head. They both sat on the edge of the rather enormous bed, Bulma clad in a French-vanilla-like white chemise with her washed and dried wavy blue locks pulled back in a high clasp. The bath had done wonders on Bulma, though she was still tense and apprehensive, she didn't feel sullied and used. Chi-Chi rose and walked over to the large line of dresses she brought in at her first arrival. "There are lots of beautiful dresses here, would you like to try them on?" Bulma only stared at the ground and shook her head. She didn't feel like touching anything from this planet, nothing that was made by these creatures. Chi-Chi bit her bottom lip and sifted through the line, finally awing at one and pulled it from the rack. "Look at this one." Chi-Chi ordered and Bulma allowed her eyes to follow from the ground to the dress that hung heavily from Chi-Chi's hands. The dress was black, though a trick of the eye could say the deepest navy blue imaginable; it was long and thick, the chest was embroidered with small golden designs and the light of the candles glimmered faintly off the small crystals embedded within. The sleeves were long, but allowed the hands to access to the outside world. It was a beautiful dress, but Bulma shook her head again. She wanted nothing from it so it could not want to hang from her own form. "I'm guessing you're going to say no to everything. I know how you feel, about the planet and everything. I felt the same way when I first came here--"

"I didn't come here, I was taken here! I was forced, stolen, kidnapped, abducted..." Bulma didn't mean to come off so aggressively, it wasn't Chi-Chi's fault that Satan City was captured. "I-I'm sorry." Chi-Chi merely smiled and shook her head in understanding.

"There is nothing to be sorry for. I was not brought here how you were, I came on my own free will so I am in no position to speak of what I have not felt."

Chi-Chi cascaded gently across the space between the cart and the bed and laid the dress gently beside Bulma, stretching out the arms, smoothing the fabric with her fingers, caressing it in envy because she would never be able to wear such beautiful clothing. Bulma stared at her and her current fixation.

"Why did you come here?" Chi-Chi smiled, but kept her eyes on the dress in front of her.

"My husband is a Saiyan." Bulma gasped in shock and then pulled on Chi-Chi's arm to earn her attention.

"They forced you to marry!"

"No! No...definitely not." Chi-Chi laughed Bulma's seriousness off. She looked to Bulma who had an expression that desperately craved the answer to why Chi-Chi married such a beast. "I do not wish to bore you with a story." Chi-Chi adverted her eyes back to the deep mesmerizing fabric.

"Please..." Bulma forced Chi-Chi to look at her with a tug on her arm. There was a longing to understand anything that might give way to Bulma's possible future on this planet. "I would like to know." Chi-Chi sighed, but softly sat on her knees in front of Bulma on the floor.

"Goku, is his name. He was sent off two years ago to purge some planet and instead his ship crashed on Earth. To make a long story short, I took care of him and found him to be the sweetest, kindest, most gentle man I've ever known. We got married on Earth and he said that he wanted to take me back to his home planet. I objected to leaving Earth at first, but I was so in love with him I changed my mind, I wanted to be with him..." She took a pause to fiddle with the sleeve of the dress and smile of the past that she wished so long to return to. "But, it wasn't until I got here that I learned he was a first-rank officer. Apparently I have to be worthy enough, according to the principles of some book I've never heard of, or seen, in order to be with my husband. So in order to prove my worth I am indebted to King Vegeta of Vegeta-sei until he grants me permission." Bulma was awestruck at the story that Chi-Chi has unfolded to her. She is no different. She lost her husband and is a slave to the same ungrateful species.

"I am saddened for you." Bulma replied, unable to form any other phrase that might have conveyed any such comfort or understanding. She lifted herself from her molded spot on the bed and leaned over to give Chi-Chi a simple hug that presented as much comfort as Bulma could muster. Chi-Chi chuckled and wiped underneath her eyes.

"It's been almost half a year since I've even spoken to my husband. But I see him, everyday. And that is enough to sustain me." She said, moving her working hand in the air and smiling trying to lighten the mood. "Now, please. If you wear this dress," She made notion to the dress on the bed, "I will take to get something to eat." Bulma eyed the dress. She would give it access to her flesh in return for any form of sustenance.

Their sparring session had lasted a lot longer than he had imagined. Goku's breath wasn't able to catch up with him half of the time, his partner seemed to be so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn't manage to think about stopping. "Do you want to tell me what's going on?" Goku forced out of his sore throat, hoping that the angered Prince would slow or falter for a second. No such luck. Vegeta continued to punch and kick and blast, his body was covered in sweat, his muscles tensed from the overworking, not much different than Goku's own state. It didn't look like Vegeta had even paid attention to his question. Goku continued to fight, Vegeta's fist came in contact with his cheek, hard. Goku was luckily knocked to the ground, which he took as a nice time to represent a break. Instead of getting up to continue, as Vegeta had expected he do, he laid there, breathing heavily, trying to regain some amount of strength. "Let's. Take. A rest." He lifted his upper body by his arms as Vegeta soon levitated to stand before him. His shadow fell upon Goku. "You can sit you know." Vegeta didn't respond. "What is up with you? We've never sparred this long." His breath was slowly catching up to him. He opened his mouth to speak again, but was silenced.

"Maybe we need to start." Goku's eyes widened. He wasn't serious. He didn't think his body could take much more at the moment. It was one thing, sparring with another first class or lower, but his one friend, and Prince of his planet, was another.

"You're not serious." Goku paused and remembered what had happened earlier that day. "Is this about the humans?" Vegeta did not answer. Goku would've taken that as a yes if he weren't used to Vegeta remaining silent after many things he would ask. "Is this because you have to get mated in order to become King?"

Vegeta still did not answer, but he looked at Goku, which gave him his answer. "Hey, don't glare at me. I didn't make the rules!"

"They actually believe that I'm a fool."

"Who?"

"My parents! Who else, you imbecile?" Goku would normally be hurt by that comment if it had come from anyone else, but Vegeta was a rough, not cruel, individual. Many got him mixed up with a crazed heartless creature, but Goku knew he was just raised to not care, it was the way of the Saiyan royalty. "Me! The strongest in the galaxy tied to a female? It's unnecessary!" Goku was beyond utterly confused, but understood that Vegeta was talking more to himself than him.

"So--You're angry because they want you to mate?"

"They even gave me a concubine for fuck's sake!" Vegeta continued as Goku blanked out. Concubine? He had no idea what it was or what it dealt with.

"...only until I can force the old man to rewrite that law. I don't require any female to become King, our first didn't." Goku caught up with his statement.

"Well he was our first, Vegeta. I mean, he was the one to lay down all the rules, so how do you know he wasn't mated?" For the first time in Vegeta's existence with Goku, he actually felt the idiot spoke something reasonable. Vegeta crossed his arms. "What's a concubine?"

"A woman."

"Ohhh. Well what does she do?" Vegeta sighed at how he'd have to tell an entire recollection of the day after he told what a concubine was. Goku was never satisfied with a simple answer.

"She is a tool that my parents are using to keep me in check so that I'll be prepared for taking a mate. Which isn't going to happen, so the whole thing is useless."

"Who's your concubine?"

"Some woman."

"Hm." Goku finally lifted himself up to his feet. "I think you might want to know her name, Vegeta. I mean, you're going to be stuck with her for a while."

"She's so pathetically weak, she won't last here long."

"I find that offensive." Vegeta looked flabbergasted at Goku.

"Why?"

"My mate's human." Now Vegeta truly was stunned, he had never heard of his only friend's mate. He couldn't come up with words to say, so his mouth just hung slightly open. "I'm not allowed to be with her because she is human." Goku became more serious than he usually did and took a tone that Vegeta rarely heard from him unless in a situation that called for it. "If you do, get your father to change the laws, could you change that one too?" Vegeta paused for a moment to look at how saddened Goku really was just thinking about her. "You don't know how nerve-racking it is. To see her everyday and know that if I have any contact with her at all, they'll kill her." Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"What law is this again?"

"It's there, in that giant book. When I came back from Earth, I had brought Chi-Chi with me. I thought she could be like every other female here, but your father said she wasn't worthy enough to marry me. He showed me that book later after he told her she'd have to work in the palace until he found her suitable." Vegeta had never heard of this 'giant book,' but he knew it probably contained every law of Vegeta-sei. His ticket.

"He won't ever find her suitable." Vegeta started to walk back to the door they had entered from. Goku chased after him and made him stop.

"I thought as much. She's your maid, you know. I requested her to be, because I knew that you wouldn't hurt her." Vegeta bowed his head to concur with Goku's thoughts. Vegeta began to leave again. "Hey Vegeta." He turned his head. "When you become King, can I burn that fucking book?"

"Sure." He continued on his journey, the doors opened to let him pass, and closed just as quickly.

"Alright, Mi--Bulma, wow, it's going to take me a while to get used to that, safe and sound." Bulma had reached the tall, golden doors for her second time that day. She allowed Chi-Chi to enter before herself and waltz around to begin lighting the few candles that existed in the room. "I'm sorry, his highness enjoys the dark." Bulma only nodded and rested her right hand on her left elbow that let her forearm hang lifelessly. She made sure she stood in the light of the open door, Bulma did not enjoy the dark, it only reminded her of the space of the aircraft that brought her here, even then with all of those bodies, she was alone. "Are you alright, M'Lady?" Bulma looked to Chi-Chi and tried to show a somewhat complacent smile. "I have to leave you now, unfortunately. I have to prepare a meal for his highness. Will you be alright by yourself?"

"I suppose." Bulma glanced behind her. Her dress was not as heavy as she presumed it to be, it wasn't feather light, but it wasn't dragging her to the ground. Chi-Chi smiled and took a hold of her new friend's shoulders.

"He's not that terrible. He's a very...unique individual. Well, when I say unique, he's rather mean--but he isn't as cruel as most of the other ranked officers, who would more than likely drag you into a corner, have their way with you and then kill you." Bulma stared horrified at Chi-Chi, who got carried away with another exaggeration as she always did, but only few could account for. Chi-Chi cringed at her own statement, but then patted Bulma's good shoulder.

"You'll be fine, I promise. No one is to touch the Prince's property."

Bulma quickly and angrily protested, "I am not the Prince's property!"

"M'Lady, that's something you're lucky to be. If you were like any of these other women you'd be either dead or wishing you were by now." Chi-Chi spoke tenderly, though her eyes held more aggression than she could muster. "Now I do say that you stay at least on the north side of the building. The East is forbidden; that is where the first ranks sleep. I shall see you in the morning." Chi-Chi took off down the right side of the hallway that they had followed to the largest kitchen Bulma had ever witnessed earlier.

Morning? Is it so late in the day already? She walked down the hallway a few yards till she reached a window and was only able to view the sky from the window's distance up the stone wall. The sky was slowly turning a darker blue, but it wasn't the deeper crimson or orange that represented a setting sun like on Earth. Maybe their days are shorter than ours. Her scientist mind was reacting with her again and she was glad to greet it again. Bulma did not want to venture back into the Prince's room, so she left it to her curiosity to bring her down the left side of the hallway. Her stride was short because of the dress, but her pace was quicker than she had expected. I must've gotten used to the gravity fast. Her feet continued her passage down incredibly long hallways with bare walls and small windows. In most castles on Earth there were paintings and sculptures, something to signify the culture of the time period, but the castle had nothing but bare walls and floors. Even beasts have a culture, this doesn't make any sense. She noticed a door slightly ajar a few meters away. She glanced behind her and when she found no one, she quickly and softly tiptoed her way to the door. What am I sneaking for? It's not like I'm stealing anything! The door was brown and wooden, time had worn on it and the handle looked ready to fall right into the next guest's hands. She gripped her fingers around the side opening of the door, preparing to swing it open and allow the lighted torched hallway to light the room. One. Two. Thre--

"Do you need something, M'Lady?" Bulma practically fainted she was scared so terribly. She snatched a hand to her chest to control her breathing and looked incredulously at the younger, strangely green colored girl in front of her. "I really didn't mean to scare you, I do that a lot. Because I'm so small, I don't make a lot of noise to warn people." Bulma just stared wide-eyed at her until her mind could focus.

"Wha--?--No, no. I'm fine." Bulma took a step back and fanned herself quickly. She watched the girl open the door and place a dirty mop and bucket in it.

"It's a supply closet?"

"Actually it used to be a supply closet, now it's just an empty closet. I put the mop and bucket in here for easy access. I mop all these hallways everyday and it's a bother to have to drag the stuff from all the way from the West quadrant. See?" The girl opened the door more so Bulma could view the empty and disgusting lot her curiosity had thought might hold something. "So are you staying here or something? I haven't ever seen you before." Bulma didn't want to explain anything that might put her into a deepened state of mind.

"You could say that. And where are you from?" The girl's skin was a light emerald and her eyes were a golden yellow, her black hair accentuated her eyes and actually worked with her complexion. She stood a total of 4'8", which is below the midget Human level.

"My name's Ulli, by the way, I'm from Kanack, though my planet was destroyed a long time ago. They took the youngest from our planet and brought us here. I've been here since I was a baby and I don't know my native language, but I do know English. I talk a lot, but it's just like my people to do so. I'm sorry am I boring you?" Bulma, for the first time upon arriving to the planet, actually smiled a genuine smile. "You're really pretty, you must be really young too. Well not as young as I am because I'm only 8 1/2 third moons--Oh yeah, I forgot, you don't go by moons, you go by years! It's 11 years...or 12 years. Something like that. How old are you?"

"I'm Bulma--since we forgot to introduce ourselves formally-- and I'm 19 years." Ulli smiled.

"Are you going to marry the Prince and become our new Queen?" Bulma's face faulted.

"What gives you that idea!" Ulli just shrugged her shoulders and closed the door to the closet.

"I don't know. You're pretty and all the girls that the Prince sees aren't pretty and I just thought seeing as how you're all dressed up like a Princess you must be one." Ulli said messing with the hem of her rag dress. Bulma decided to change the subject.

"Where is all the stuff in this place?"

"You mean all the paintings and things?" Bulma nodded. "They're all in the North quadrant, the royal quadrant. This is South quadrant, there's nothing really here except at the very end of this hallway you're walking down is a door that leads out to the gardens, well one of the doors." They have an entire quadrant for nothing? There must be some reason...

"Is there any particular reason there's nothing here?" Bulma asked, this sparked her curiosity so suddenly.

"The King doesn't like this area. He was actually going to remove it all, but the castle has been here since the First, they can't destroy it." Ulli scratched the back of her neck. Bulma only nodded in response. "Well, I've got to get going now, it's getting dark and the firebugs aren't allowed out at night."

"Firebugs?"

"Yeah, all the slave kids are called Firebugs. I don't know why we're called that but we have been since as long as I can remember. Maybe I'll see you around the castle. You don't have to wave to me or anything." Bulma leaned down in front of Ulli.

"How about I just wink at you." Ulli smiled. "You hurry along and get to your home then, I can find my way back." Ulli tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and ran off down the hallway and through the door that lead to the gardens. It must be a shortcut. Bulma took one more glance down the hallway and then retreated in the opposite way she arrived, glaring once at that old wooden door for misleading her.

(AN: Days are short on Vegetasei, so you might think that it's become night really fast because it is...mwahahaha.)

Vegeta had skipped dinner. Which was something he rarely did, especially when he had sparred as hard as he did. All he felt like doing was drenching himself with scolding water and skimming underneath the silk sheets and sleeping. His stomach could wait till the morning. He had made it to his room after stopping and completing a few minor changes to a request form from a couple of officers. What is that smell? He didn't recognize it completely, Saiyan senses are far more advanced than Humans; their sight, hearing, taste, touch, and smell are so unimaginably acute. He remembered. The woman. He hadn't completely forgotten, but it was fresh to his mind that he would be spending the majority of his time with a dirty, pathetic Human. His room was lit with far too many candles for his taste, but he tolerated it for the time being. They would all be out in a moment's time. He was in the process of removing his training top when he heard the door creak open and shut. He watched the image of beauty float into the room. She didn't notice him. It wasn't until she heard the movement of his training gear that she looked up, not surprised, but unhappy. ...She cleaned up. His mind wouldn't allow him to even consider some of the thoughts that were running through his head; this was a Human, the most pathetic race in all the galaxy--besides the Laes, who in their giant bodies are whimpering babies--and the Prince of all Saiyans spending his thoughts on a lowly Human, a woman for that matter, was suddenly unacceptable. "What?" He spat harshly at her. She flinched a little, obviously frightened at his actions. Vegeta continued to undress himself even in front of her. Bulma ducked her head down and turned to face the bed.

She said nothing, even the thought of talking to him made her want to vomit. I barely know him and he already makes me sick to my stomach. This entire race does. She heard him throw his clothes in a pile on the floor and blow out a few candles. "There should be no one than 5 lit candles in this room, understand?" His voice bellowed throughout the room, intercepted her ears, and it felt as if the walls had consumed the excess noise he produced. She hadn't turned to face him and he could see the way the she tried to control her shivering. He smirked and made his way to the bathroom. When she heard the bathroom door close she looked around the room. She thought back to her conversation with Chi-Chi:

"I am not the Prince's property!"

"M'Lady, that's something you're lucky to be. If you were like any of these other women you'd either be dead or wishing you were by now."

"What will happen to us all?"

A/N: So Vegeta doesn't know that the concubine story is a trick? Bulma has met two new friends, maybe her stay with the Prince will not be as bad as she thinks, but she still fears him. Will Chi-Chi and Goku break this law that has them both contained from communing with the other? And what newer turns are around the corner?
Just trying to get you motivated folks! Freeza will be in this story.