I just realized that I didn't reply to the people that have reviewed me so I'm going to do that now.

miikodesu: Yeah it is fun to imagine that! And yeah, if he becomes the king then he absolutely has to marry Akumu. And sorry, I'm not giving anything away so if you want to know what happens than you will have to read it… unless you read any of the reviews that might be written for each chapter (only if they talk about what happened though). Yeah, I'm a brat. I'm saying the same thing that my friends do when we're watching a movie that they've already seen.

Knight25: I'll try to continue it more often but I can't give any promises about how often I will… which can be seen by how far apart each chapter is uploaded.

Inu-yusukekaiba102: I shall update! …Can anyone tell that I'm hyper right now?

Andijvie: Don't worry; I will.

Now, it's time for the story!

Bulma slowly inched towards the bed, she being quite afraid to lie on it. The way its condition appeared it seemed as if it would collapse any second. After examining it for thirty minutes she got sick of standing and decided she might as well see if it would be possible to sleep on during her stay in this blasted ship or if she would have to settle for the floor (which was probably more comfortable).

Bulma readied herself to sit on the edge of it but she chickened out and decided that wasn't going to happen until she was more reassured that it wasn't going to explode (she didn't put it pass Akumu to pull that kind of stunt). Instead she slowly raised her foot and poked it repeatedly. After the fifteenth poke she was at enough ease to go ahead and lie down on it.

Slowly she spread herself out on it but her feeling of calmness was erased almost immediately after it was released. She heard a strange noise then suddenly hundreds of spiders crawled from in between each of the rips in the mattress and all over Bulma.

"AHHHH!" Bulma shrilled in terror. She leaped off of the spider infested bed and swatted away the spiders that continued to cling to her. Each spider retreated back into the bed after they were brushed off.

Collapsing to the floor, Bulma panted heavily until she caught the breath that she had lost in the struggle to get her attackers off and away. After a few coughs she whispered, "This better be worth it or I'll end up wanted for killing that horrid woman. Hm, I wonder if it would kill her if I pushed her out of the ship?"

Deciding that doing so wouldn't help her in the situation that she was in, and the fact that Akumu could most definitely take her, Bulma instead began to make herself something to sleep on that would take the place of a sensible bed.

She briefly examined the room and found that one small area in it was suitable enough to sleep in so she grabbed a shirt out of her bag and shaped it into the form of a lumpy, thin pillow. She then stealthily snatched the, sadly, only blanket that was in the room and shook all of the spiders that clung to it back onto the bed and said spiders hastily scurried back inside their lair.

With a shudder of disgust, Bulma placed her head on her 'pillow' and covered as much of herself as she could and sighed.

"I can't believe this is happening. If anyone would have told me ten years ago that I would have to go through this I would have laughed and said that they needed to be put in a mental institute."

With that she readied herself for a gruesome night's sleep that would only result in back pains.

Tarble looked over to a steaming Gure. Normally she was calm and very nice but when pushed she could become the exact opposite, and being that she's been pushed numerous times in the past week she was ready to bite off anyone's head that dared to pester her.

Tarble sighed and walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She jumped in surprise but didn't say anything. Tarble picked her up and held her to his chest. He then sat down on their bed. She responded by wrapping her arms around him and positioning herself more comfortable on his lap.

"I don't like that woman," she said quietly.

Knowing full well who she was talking about he nodded his head and stroked her back. He calmly said, "I know you don't, Lily."

Gure automatically relaxed at hearing the nickname that Tarble had given her many years before but she quickly replied with irritation evident in her voice, "I don't understand her one bit! I know very well that she doesn't like us but she gave us the third best room, not that I'm complaining of course. That might actually be the only nice thing that she has done for us but she treats you terribly so it makes no sense."

Tarble didn't respond. He knew that she was going to continue and also that, at the moment, she wasn't going to listen to anything he said.

"And why is it that she allowed all of Vegeta's family and friends to come along? Is it because she wants to show off? Does her vanity control everything that she does?" Gure paused. She blushed furiously at realizing that she had been ranting nonstop. "I'm sorry," she said in embarrassment.

"It's okay," Tarble said with a smile. "You can rant all you want."

Gure didn't say anything for a little while. But she had a thought pop up in her mind. It was a question that she knew she needed to be answered so she gently tugged on Tarble's shirt.

He looked down at her and asked, "Yes?"

"Ummm, do you know how this all started? I mean, how did Akumu's insanity for Vegeta start?" Before Tarble could tell her she interrupted him, "Oh, sorry. I guess you wouldn't know since you were sent away at such an early age."

Tarble laughed quietly, "Actually I do. I can remember it pretty well. I may have only been around the age of six but it's still pretty fresh in my mind. Now, where should I start? Oh yes, it all started when we had gone out for a walk one day. I tagged along because… well, that's just what I always used to do.

"We decided to take a different route then we normally did. We were tired of using the same route again and again so we did just the opposite. I guess we had been walking for about an hour or so when we saw a little girl hovering over the balled up bodies of three little boys. Apparently they wouldn't let her be the team captain in one of the games that they were playing so she beat them up.

"We tried to walk by her without her noticing but that didn't work out so well for us. She saw us and decided that tagging along with two princes was more fun than ruling over a couple of boys. Well, Vegeta told her that she couldn't and to get lost… She didn't like that very much. She grabbed Vegeta and dragged him to a place that we had never been to before. She then stopped, picked him up by his foot, and dangled him over a pit of flesh eating Tingos. She then proceeded to order him to play with her. For some reason she thought that since he agreed that it meant that he liked her so she also ordered him to ask her to marry him. Of course he did, after all who wouldn't have if they were in that kind of situation?

"For the next two years she followed us everywhere and at every chance she got she made him tell her that he loved her. I guess after being told that so many times she thought it was true. I honestly think that the only reason she took any interest in him whatsoever is because he was the prince of a planet and by marrying him she would become queen," Tarble looked down to Gure whose face was void of emotions. "That's pretty much the whole story."

Gure looked up at him and said, "She's insane."

Tarble laughed wholeheartedly and said with a chuckle, "Yeah, I guess she is."

Gure then looked down and mumbled, "I really don't like her."

Tarble stroked her back again and said, "I know, I know."

Meanwhile, in the room that was two rooms over from Tarble and Gure's, there was a woman whose vanity could rival that of twenty models.

Akumu flipped her hair over her shoulder and grabbed her hairbrush for the tenth time that day. She continued to try and make herself even prettier for the next ten minutes (though she would say that it wasn't possible).

After her head had no more feeling in it, she stood and walked over to her closet to pick out what she was going to wear the next day. With a pull of the handles, her hundreds of outfits showed themselves to her. Each was obviously as expensive as her own spaceship. She then pulled out a blood red dress that was trimmed with gold thread. She placed it on the chair that stood in front of her human-sized mirror. She smoothed out each wrinkle and proceeded to pick out the jewelry that went with it the best. She then did the same with her shoes.

After doing so she chucked every piece of jewelry and pair of shoes that she didn't like in her trashcan. Finally she was ready for bed but not before posing in front of the mirror.

"Man, I'm beautiful. I knew that these looks could easily catch the heart of any man. No woman, especially that pitiful blue-haired woman, could rival this." After giving herself her usual pep talk she pranced over to her bed and went to sleep.

Alright that's it. I can't believe I actually wrote this so soon! I do have to say that after writing this I don't like Akumu even more. And I have no idea what a tingo. I just made it up.