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As the cake batter fell from her head to her gown, for the first time in a long time, Emily wanted to cry. She'd been princess for a month and she'd already suffered more humiliation during that time than any other in her life, including high school. Besides her maid Leonor, the Princess Bra and Queen Bulma, it seemed every single female on Vegetasai hated her.

Emily took a deep breath and excused herself before rushing out of the Hall to her bedroom. Leonor and Gwendolyn followed closely behind. Leonor seemed concerned and was dabbing the caked saiyan princess with a handkerchief but Gwendolyn walked with a hint of a smile on her face. Once in her bedroom she threw her crown on the bed and hopped in the shower while Leonor took care of her caked clothes. Hating herself for letting two tears drop, Emily stepped out of the shower, put on her bathrobe and stepped out into her closet. Gwendolyn was guarding the door and bowed slightly when she appeared "Leonor is taking care of your clothes."

"Great, thanks." Emily nodded and turned to see what she could throw on when a knock made her stop. The Queen was there along with her personal guard. She gestured at Gwendolyn and said "Can you give us a moment?" The uptight guard nodded and stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind her and leaving booth women alone in the gigantic closet.

Alone, with the woman who first taught her how to fix a car, Emily crumpled down on the floor and put her head in her hands.

"How can you stand this planet?" she began to rant "There's barely any kind of plant life or wildlife, the male superiority here is unbelievable- although I can't blame them when the women here are the swine that they are-, every time I dress I feel like the fabric is trying to choke me to death and you don't even have a television to pass the time."

Bulma smiled and sat down next to her oldest friend's daughter "You done?"

"Yeah, I guess." Emily sighed and looked up at Bulma "I hate it here."

"I know" Bulma patted her goddaughter's back "The same thing happened to me too you know? When I first got here."

"How did you handle it?" Emily asked.

"I had a garden made- to which you are welcome to anytime you want- I had my own dresses made, I brought new technology to the planet earning the respect of many men and as to the swine you refer to I simply reminded them who is Queen." Bulma replied.

"How did you do that?"

Bulma smiled "Surely you went to high school?"

Emily nodded, unsure of how that was related.

"Come on Emily. You take after your mom don't you? She doesn't let anybody push her around. Just be a bitch."

Emily blinked a couple of times and let a small confused laugh escape her lips. "What?"

"Be. A. Bitch." Bulma repeated each word slowly. "Whenever they are about to humiliate you juts beat them to the punch. You are a smart, educated, beautiful, strong half human half super saiyan for Kami's sake. Besides you are the Prince's wife and no matter how much cake they throw on you or how many dead worms they put in your food" Bulma paused and made a face while Emily shuddered at the memory "that is a fact they cannot change."

Emily smiled and said "I can do that."

"Great. Now pick a dress and get going. Never let them see you sweat." Bulma picked herself off the floor.

"Wait!" Emily said "What about the TV. problem?"

Bulma laughed and said "I'll build you one and send it to your room. Can't get cable but I have a bunch of movies."

"So after you did all that, they get along with you now?" Emily asked the blue haired scientist.

Bulma pondered this for a minute and said "Well they don't love me but they bow." And with that she left.

Gwendolyn came in after the Queen walked out and asked "Need anything?"

"Yeah" Emily replied moving one of the dresses in her hand "Leonor, and tell her to bring scissors and sowing kit."

"Ma'm?" Gwendolyn asked.

"Princess." Emily answered.

"Excuse me?" the confused guard asked again.

"From now on refer to me as Princess or Your Highness. That is my title no?" Emily gave the speechless guard a smirk and said "Bring Leonor, please."

Gwendolyn slammed the door on her way out.

Trunks wasn't surprised when his father fired the maid that "accidentally" dropped the cake on Emily. Coincidently, it was the same maid who'd given him a quickie the day he found out he was betrothed.

Trunks vaguely remembered hearing about his own mother falling victim to several pranks like that when she first arrived at Vegetasai but this was getting ridiculous. At first he'd stepped back and let the noblewomen get it out of their system but if things kept going like this, he was going to have to do something. He was thinking about sending some food to his room, since his wife would probably be there the rest of the night when the guard announced her arrival.

Bane and Derek, his childhood friends, stood next to him and all three of them were surprised when Emily walked in wearing a slinky bluish-white backless dress. Trunks groaned inwardly. His month of celibacy hadn't been going well and this would do nothing to help matters. Bane and Derek stood staring with open mouths and Trunks had to give them a nudge to remind them that it was his 'wife' they were staring at.

From the other side of the room Bulma smiled at her daughter in law. She was a natural at this. Emily walked straight up to Trunks and gave him a small nod before settling down on her seat. The Hall remained in silence for a few more seconds while people snapped out of their surprise. Whispers immediately erupted around the room and from her throne, Emily smiled at Bulma; perfect.

An hour later, Emily was mingling with the temperamental shrews that made up most of the population of noble saiyan women. She was speaking with Lady Alyssa, one of the prime creators of her misery during the past month. Next to Alyssa was Claire Duvan, the woman Emily had caught going down on Trunks the night she'd arrived at Vegetasai. Trunk's childhood friends Bane and Derek were standing nearby.

"You know my mother helped in the design of most of the gowns in your closet." Alyssa said to Emily.

"Really?" Emily replied not doubting it.

"Yes but, that dress you have on wasn't included. Where did you get it?"

"Earth." Emily said not wanting to explain on how she'd mauled one of the original closet dresses to make this one.

"Obviously." Alyssa's mother said intruding on the conversation "Showing quite a bit of skin is it not?"

"Not really." Emily answered.

"Oh but it is, I think" Alyssa said "Usually you don't see that much skin on respectable saiyan woman. You mostly see it on prostitutes and loose women. It isn't proper saiyan attire you know."

"Well, I'm only half saiyan now aren't I?" Emily hissed back "And since I am Princess I suppose me wearing these clothes is quite alright since my respectability is a given. Furthermore, on Earth, it is the disrespectful women that are eliminated. You might want to keep that in mind the next time you feel the need to address my attire." With that, she walked away.

Alyssa and her mother gasped in indignation while Bane and Derek chuckled at Emily's response. Claire smiled as well, thinking that perhaps the new princess wasn't as gutless as she'd first assumed. The whole scene was witnessed by a smiling Queen and a scowling Bardock. After an announcement from the King reminding everyone that as of tomorrow Vegetasai would be host to some members of the Presul Race, the nobles headed home all pondering on the Princess' newfound attitude.