Disclaimer: Characters are property of Akira Toriyama. I do not own anything.

Note: Again, English is not my native language. There may be some spelling or grammar errors.

The prologue is written in first person, but this is an exception. The story will be mainly written in third person.

I hope you enjoy chapter one of The Unwanted Bride.

Chapter 1: And so they meet face to face

Long and elegant fingers spread against the cool glass of a window. Her rosy colored lips slightly parted as she gazes outside with a tilted head. Her eyes devoid of any emotion, roaming over the dry en red colored grounds that belong to this cruel planet. The hot and merciless sun has formed cracks in different patterns all over the dry and clay-like soil. The heath outside is unbearable for many species throughout the universe. She can still remember the feeling of it on the bare skin of her arm when she first got here. A painful burning sensation.

The Saiyans had to learn the hard way that most species couldn't handle the extreme heath, They used to try to use slaves for work outside the royal palace, the stronger species barely survived, the weaker ones died in cruel and horrible ways because of hyperthermia or the sudden change in gravity, which is higher on this planet then on most planets. As stubborn as Saiyans are, they've tried it with several hundreds of slaves, most of them ending up dead. Since then only the strongest of slaves, who are just a few, work outside of the royal palace and even they have a hard time coping. It seems like only the Saiyans can stand the extreme heat with ease. It's different inside the palace, the gravity is regulated and even though the air is dry, it's cool and comfortable. It needs to be since the Saiyans have a lot of different species living under their roof which they need to rely on for their daily chores and all other things. Even though the Saiyans will never admit it, slaves are valuable, without a lot of them the Saiyans would be lost. Especially the tech slaves are of great value, since the Saiyans aren't really the greatest scientists and technicians themselves, they rely on the knowledge of other species. This however, doesn't mean that slaves are treated with dignity and respect, because even breathing in a way a Saiyan doesn't like can result in death without any hesitation.

She closes her eyes as she lets out a sigh. She has witnessed those cruelties and those are images she will never forget. They have scarred her soul forever. As she opens her eyes again she turns her back to the window. There is only sorrow outside. It's nothing more but a reflection of the cruelty that this planet is capable of.

She glances through her room. An amost clinical space without any real personal touches. No warmth, just emptiness. A few items, most of them hardly used. Such as her bed, she has barely slept in it, her mind filled with memories that avoid her from falling asleep at night, staring at the ceiling until that dreaded sun comes up again. It has become a regular thing. The dark circles under her eyes a silent proof of her sleep deprivation. She sighs again. Her body feeling heavy due to the lack of sleep and whirlwind of hurt she's constantly living in. She silently curses herself for allowing to feel self-pity.

When she was first brought to this planet she was brought as a tech slave. Obviously the Saiyans knew about her heritage and that's why they decided against killing her. Most Earthlings were killed because of their extreme weakness, although some Saiyans were against it, not because they cared the wellbeing of the human race, but because of the beauty that Earth women possessed, they couldn't care less about the men, but the women on the other hand… They would certainly do well in some of the brothels now wouldn't they? One of the commanders however, quickly shrugged that idea away with the words:

'They probably can't even survive one fuck'

And so most of them, except for the really valuable Earthlings, such as herself, got killed. A single small tear runs down her cheek as she remembers those images.

For the women who were else threatened with the existence of becoming a palace whore, it was for the best. She has seen how these women are being treated; Saiyans are beasts when it comes to matters like that. When she still lived in the slave quarters she could sometimes hear some of the women. Crying and screaming out in pain and agony because of being ripped apart in the most delicate areas. A cold shivers runs up her spine while thinking about it. And the human men, the poor men wouldn't have lasted a day around here. They probably would have ended up being beaten to death for not working ''hard'' enough.

As a slave she just did her work and kept a low profile, but no matter how much she despised the Saiyans, she was still fascinated by their technology, even though most of it didn't belong to themselves. But still, she didn't allow herself to become passionate with her work, those days were gone, those feelings were destroyed together with the destruction of her home planet. So she just worked on autopilot, day in and day out, almost becoming like the machines that she worked on. But it was okay, it was a good distraction, keeping her mind away from all those agonizing memories. The huge amounts of work kept her going and she didn't complain, but then he discovered her. The new young, but strong Saiyan king. His eyes roaming all over her body, his dark gaze staring her into her eyes sending unpleasent shivers up her spine and making her feel nervous. And then there was his grin, cold, ruthless. He never touched her, he never even said a word to her, but before she knew it she was pulled away from her laboratory, the only bit of ''comfort'' she had, because it wasn't ''fit'' for the future bride of a king to work amongst simple slaves. She was shocked, scared, angry and furious. She always thought that she would end up dead one day, simply because slaves just don't last that long and her importance as a tech slave would fade away as soon as they would find someone bette rand death, well, the thought of death became a release, she almost longed for it. She never in a million years would have thought that she ended up becoming the mate, the wife of this monster. But the sad reality is that she did. And not too long after his dark gaze she got married and crowned, she…a simple Earthling, a slave, she became queen of all Saiyans and the rest of the universe. She can still see the horrified looks of the Saiyans who witnessed the ceremony, their mouths twisted in pure disgust and the hateful glares. If looks could have killed she would have already died a million times by now. But instead of being dead and buried and roaming around in another world with her family and other loved ones, she is here, living a nightmare.

She closes her eyes for a brief moment. When she opens them again she glances towards a white vanity on the other side of the room. On there lays the proof of het marriage. A fragile looking crown, thin braided white gold, a single clear crystal set in the middle. Feminine in every sense of the word. It doesn't seem to be made for a Saiyan woman. It seems to be too delicate for a woman who craves battle and blood. She inwardly shakes her head. Made for Saiyan women or not, there are a lot of Saiyan women who would love to possess that silly little thing.

'You know woman, you can stare at it all you want, but it's not going to place itself on your head…'

The deep and rough voice makes her yank up her head and stare with wide eyes at the man in the doorway. His arms are crossed as he looks at her with one eyebrow cocked up and an amused grin on his mouth. It's the first time since weeks that she's seen him, it's the first time that she's ever seen him in this room. In fact, it's the first time that they've ever been alone.

She narrows her eyes a bit. Hating the fact that he catched her by suprise. She has too much self respect to cower away from him like most people seem to do.

'What are you doing here?'

She swallows hard as she looks at him, trying not to act nervous. One hand strategically placed on her hip as she carefully watches him through blue narrowed eyes.

Vegeta just throws her a bored look and with the same cocky grin still plastered on his face he suddenly, although very slowly steps forward.

'This, woman, is my planet and since this palace is on my planet, this is my palace, that makes this room also to be mine. I think that even you are wise enough to understand this'.

Bulma sniffs, cocking up one neatly trimmed eyebrow in the process, he surely isn't insinuating that she's stupid right? Suddenly she feels anger and irritation boiling up in her chest and as she keeps watching him, never breaking eye contact, she opens her mouth

'I'm not an idiot, but since you haven't been here since the day we got ''married'' I was actually wondering why you've decided to show up'.

.Vegeta doesn't seem be too impressed by her words and her whole attitude fort hat matter, instead he's even looking more amused than before, but as he watches her in silence, his amused grin fades away and his gaze turns dark again, sending uncomfortable shivers up her spine and making her want to crawl away in a far corner of the room.

'Woman…'

He growls in a low and dangerous tone.

'You have seem to have forgotten that you are actually mine too…'

Bulma breathes in sharply. Trying not to let nervousness overrule her. But it's hard, it's damn hard because he's looking at her like a wolf luring at his prey, noticing every tiny move she makes. She swallows and licks her very dry lips. A foolish move that has not gone by unnoticed by him. His dark eyes glistening, lustfull. She realizes that the man in this room is not just any other man. He's a Saiyan and a very powerful one too. The dark haired Saiyan in front of her might not be very tall, but he is in fact very broad and very muscular, fine muscles rippling under his skin with every move he makes and an air of grandeur all around him. People fear him and he knows they do, better yet, he loves the fact that they fear him, he feeds of it. This man in front of her is no more than pure evil. Total darkness in the form of a man.

'I think that I have waited long enough woman…'

As he proceeds to slowly walk towards her, Bulma takes a few steps back. She can't run, there is nowhere to hide here, she's stuck. She just stares at him, a sudden wave op panick rushing through her.

He smirks

'it is time…'