Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ, do you think I would be writing fanfiction for it instead of making a video of it? I thought so...

A/N, Ha! Another chapter! Ya, we can all be happy, sorry for the wait though, and please PLEASE review...I'd really appreciate it.

The Eloquent story of Vegeta, Prince of the Sayia-jin

It was a week after that unexpected kiss that Vegeta gave Zhenia. He had successfully avoided her since then, he didn't know what he was doing, although he did guess that she enjoyed it.

He stood in front of a full length mirror in his bathroom, he was wearing a white/gold battle suit that had the House of Vegeta emblem on the right side of his chest, and a red cape billowing behind him. He had on white training spandex pants, his white gold tipped boots and a pair of white gloves wear almost never off. He had on the House of Vegeta gold necklace around his neck, and a thin tiara type thing that dipped as the two sides met above the middle of his forehead. He didn't want to wear it but his father said that either he wore it or didn't come. That that was the crown all the Prince's had to wear, and he was obligated.

Vegeta sighed and glanced at the halfway opened door before walking from the blue tiled bathroom. Surori stood in the center of the room, staring at him and bowed respectively before he patted her head and walked out. Vegeta walked into the ballroom in the center of the palace, where he was to find a mate. He stood in the doorway, looking around at all the woman and men talking, dancing or eating people. Soon all was hushed as they realized that they're guest had arrived.

Sir, I'm glad you could make it, said a fourteen year old boy who bowed to one knee, Vegeta stared at him with a frown. We are going to officially start the ball in ten minutes.

Vegeta said, walking around that boy, who turned and watched him go. Soon after Vegeta was out of earshot, or so they thought, three boys ran up to the still kneeling boy.

I told ya he would care about you! You owe me twenty bucks! said the tall boy wit ha bandanna wrapped around his head. The other taller, stupider one snickered.

Hn, and -you- said he would, you said, He's the Prince! He isn't that low, just because he's higher than my family doesn't mean he isn't going to talk to me! Bardock even said so!' Ha! Bardock! What a joke! That man knows nothing and it's a wonder that he's even in the palace still! The short one said, laughing and holding his sides as the other two laughed with him. The boy that they surrounded stood up angrily.

Don't talk about Bardock like that! He's smarter than all of you! Only the Prince is smarter than he, so shut the hell up and get a brain! the boy turned on his heel and stalked away toward the tables were he plopped down and glared at the table cloth. Vegeta watched them, giving them his side profile.

Hn, didn't know a punk like that knew Bardock. And what's with him telling people what I am and not going to do? I'll have to talk to him about that later...' Vegeta smirked as he seated himself at the royal table, where his father was already seated and talking the a scantily clothes woman.

Father! Are you going to start or not? Vegeta hissed as he sat next to him. King Vegeta looked at him briefly and straightened himself.

Sayia-jin! This here ball is to find the Prince a mate, and the Prince's own sentry at that. The King paused as he let all that sink in, since none of them knew the second part of that and they all gaped at him. The men present were glad that they were there, for they now had a chance to be the Prince's sentry.

Vegeta interrupted him, the King and many other people turned their attention to him. I have already found a sentry, and will announce him after the third dance. he then stood and walked off toward the food table and suddenly a barrage ofd voices were heard as they all discussed what had just happened. Vegeta gathered as much food on his plate as he could, and went over to the turned back of the boy that was being harassed earlier. He seated himself and stared at the boy, who hadn't seen him yet.

Go away Kilad, I'm not in the mood, I might blow your head off. He said, a sharp anger in his voice, he never opened his eyes or turned around to see who he was talking to. At the short silence, he suspected that Kilad left, if that's who it was.

I highly doubt you could blow my head off',Vegeta mocked, leaning his elbows on the table. The boy's head jerked up and he stared open mouthed at Vegeta who smirked. Loss for words?

I-I-I...Hello, sir...w-what brings you here? He asked shakily, he was glad he hadn't ate anything or he might have spilled it. Vegeta chuckled and turned back to the food in front of him.

Hn, just bored of all politics my father discusses at the royal table, so I decided to sit here with your lonesome self. Vegeta said as if it were an everyday thing that he sat at the soldiers table. If only Kilad could see me now...'

The boy asked, staring at him not knowing what to do. He had never been this close to one of the royal members on a friendly basis. Vegeta glanced up at his as he bit into something that looked lie a blue chicken leg.

What? Am I making you feel inferior or something? Well, if that's the case then think of me as...a soldier...like you, Vegeta put a certain amount of disgust into his voice at that statement. Your name. It sounded more like a demand than a question, but the boy guessed that was what he was used to.

Sajo...your-er...I mean...uh... A flush appeared on Sajo's cheeks, and Vegeta smirked, he had almost asked the Prince what his name was. he held his head down, he certainly must be on the Prince's bad list now.

humph, not like I care, not many people give me much respect anyway so I'm used to it, He lied, he knew that if someone else ever did that than they would be dead in two seconds. So, who were your friends?

My friends? Sajo asked, looking at him in confusion, but Vegeta continued to stare at him, waiting for an answer. It dawned on Sajo as he remembered the three earlier. Ah, those three. They aren't my friends, the leader, the short one's name is Kilad, the one with the bandanna is Jakian, and the stupid one is Tiha. They are the bullies at the dormitories. So the boy lived in the dormitories the the west of the palace. Vegeta continued to stare at him.

How do you know Bardock? Sajo looked up surprise, Vegeta smirked again. I'm not deaf you know, nor am I stupid, but you already know that, right? the boy meekly nodded, and didn't say anything. Well, answer me!

Oh! Well, I met his son, Kakkaroto, and we became friends and I spend most of my free time at his house. Sajo explained, wringing his hands under that table, his focus was on the white table cloth, he never knew until now how intricate the designing on it were.

I've never seen you there, Vegeta said without thinking and he immediately regretted it, but showed no outward appearance to it as he mentally kicked himself.

You've been to his house? So that's why Bardock knows so much about you, he said you were a mastermind at figuring out the puzzle's he makes, I can't even get past the first part of them in and hour, and he said your record is twenty minutes at the Jakona puzzle, Bardock himself didn't figure it out for an hour, even though he made it. Sajo had personally thought Bardock didn't actually know the Prince, he just wanted to look cool.' He also said that you have the strategic mind that rivals Frieza's, and will probably surpass his as you get older. I-I envy you...

Hn, didn't know he thought so highly of me. The third dance had just started and Vegeta glanced up at his father, who was staring at him with a cross look on his face. See you. And Vegeta stood and walked over to a table full of Elite's, probably to find a sentry. Sajo watched him leave with a baleful look in his eye, and he turned back to the white table cloth and stared at it, suddenly feeling very awkward.

So, all by your self are you? Where are those friends your always talking about? the boy named Kilad asked, seating himself at the table, and so did the two behind him. the ones in high places? When Sajo had first told them that, he was talking about Bardock and Kakkoroto, but now he actually had a friend' in a high place.

Shut up, just shut up. Sajo said quietly, never turning to look at them. the blare of music traveled to their ears as it dies away, the end of the third dance, Kilad and his buddies didn't say anything as they watched the Prince, who was smirking and kept glancing at the elite table, walk up and sit next to his father.

Ah, silence as usual. I will appoint my new sentry, and have already discussed this with someone. There goes my chance...he never talked about that with me.' Sajo said, looking down at his table once again, not caring who was chosen. Nappa, please, you know who. Sajo looked up, knows who? What is he talking about? A tall man with a slightly bald head besides the small fluff of brown hair at the top of his head stood with a grin on his face, he bowed slightly and starting walking around the room, looking at everyone. As I said before, I discussed this with someone, and Nappa knows who I want. So, only Nappa and I have a clue as t what's going on. The evil like grin that appeared on his face startled Sajo, but the grin was directed to his frowning father who looked around with complete confusion.

Sajo felt a giddy feeling as Nappa came closer to his table.

Don't even think about that, Sajo. The Prince would never pick a scrawny weakling like you. Jakian said, smirking as Nappa paused at his table, and moved on. All hope in his mind faded as the elite moved to the nex table, when he came back to the royal table, he paused and whispered in the Prince's ear, who nodded and sat back. Sajo looked back down at the table, and soon hushed voices could be heard, even the three next to him were talking in low tones. He stole a glance at the three who were staring wide eyed at something in front of them, Sajo didn't have time to think as he was suddenly picked up by the back of his armor and hauled over to the long table.

This, is my new sentry, Sajo. the Prince's voice sounded louder and had more humor in it than before. Sajo looked up a complete shock went through him as he looked at the white, opened mouth faces of the three at the table he was just at. He was thrown to the floor, the silence was still as he stared up at the grinning Vegeta. Well, stand up fool. You now are a sentry, -my- sentry, and as I here it, you have a request. Sajo stood up and looked at him with a confused look on his face. Vegeta just smirked at him and continued. His request I will do, simple enough because I agree with him for they insulted me as well as him. loud gasps could be heard as they all whispered to themselves as they wondered who would ever insult him. Vegeta stood and walked directly over to the table that Sajo was sitting at, he splayed his hands on the surface of the table and leaned forward, until he was nose to nose with Kilad. Never, and I mean never, insult you're superiors, next time you do, yo will die a slow, painful death, then I will somehow bring you back and do it all over again, do you hear? The angry hiss was quiet, but effective, and they gulped and nodded. He stood p straight and glared at them. They never knew exactly how menacing he could be until now. They, are now Sajo's slaves. With that he turned back and sat back down at the table. The three boys looked at each other and then at a smirking Sajo and they almost fainted.

Now, you need to find a suitable mate, and not another weakling like that boy. the king said, angry that his son would be so naive and pick someone who could not guard him.

May I remind you that no one on this world is stronger then me, including you, and I will not hesitate to kill you. Vegeta growled, as he glared at him father. He let his eyes sweep around the room, and soon his eyes fell on Zhenia, who was talking to a young man. A feeling like anger welled inside Vegeta, but it wasn't anger and he couldn't pin point it. He stood up and swept past Sajo who watched him with a everlasting grin.

A/N, and again, REVIEW DAMMIT! If you like the story then you can tell me, it won't hurt I promise, it will if you don't though...grrrr