Disclaimer: *sigh* this is really getting old.

A/N: Two things to say. One: sorry last chapter was so short. Two: sorry last chapter's a/n was so long. I should do those things in reverse order. For all those people out there who are mad that I made that last one short, *cough* Sara *cough* this super long chapter is for you. *cough*

I know Vegeta was mean last time. I'm sorry, but he has to be stronger then her because I am the author. So there.

And guess what? I got a hair cut! It's really cute! I love it!

And know what else? I'm sad. Card captors ended at a really sad part. Hope. *runs out of the room, crying*

I'm back.

One more thing, lol @ the girl who asked if I had another personality, I need to control it a little. Hehe.

Chapter Eat (rumbly tummy)

Bulma was sitting and listening patiently to Chichi rave on about how sweet and nice and cute Goku was, but 18 just stared at the wall. She had a rather glassy look on her face and Bulma sniggered. 18 jerked her head towards Bulma and snarled. Bulma giggled.

All of a sudden, a voice came over the P.A. It was robotic and had sort of a drone to it.

"We will be landing on planet Vegetasei and I advise you to sit down as we enter the atmosphere. It will be rather shaky. We will land in approximately fifteen minutes." 18 glanced at her watch.

"It's two thirty. We better find some clothes to wear. I don't think the king would appreciate it showing up in ruined tatters."

"True. I'll look where I found the armor and stuff." Bulma walked over to the drawer and shook her head when she saw it empty. Then there was another knock on the door. 18 opened it this time. It was Krillin. His face was beat red and he was holding a pile of brightly colored clothes.

"Uh, hi, 18. These are, uh, for, um, you guys." 18 nodded and took the pile. She said a quick good bye and shut the door, throwing the clothes on the bed.

"Check this out! These are nice pants," Chichi said, holding up a pair of black leather ones. "I think these are yours, Bulma." She chucked the pants at the back of Bulma's head. She laughed.

They put on the clothes and once again were amazed. Bulma had a blue spaghetti strap tank with black leather flares. They had ties all down the side. 18 had a pair of really low jeans and a yellow tank top. Chichi had Capri's and a black tank.

Soon the small ship began to shake. The first shake was rather violent, and Bulma was thrown into the bed. Chichi and 18 soon joined her.

After a few minutes of being tousled around, they felt a slight bump and heard their door open.

"Hey Chichi! 18! Bulma! Come over here!" Goku was standing outside the door. He blushed when Chichi came into view.

"Wow…um, you look nice." Chichi reddened profoundly as he spoke. Bulma laughed and 18 rolled her eyes. "Ok, you have to come with me."

They followed him down the hall and towards the door Bulma so remembered from when she had tried to escape. Vegeta was there, along with all the other crew.

"Woman, you will follow me and your friends will follow you in whatever order they please. Kakkarot, follow the last one and Krillin, you follow him. All of you others, come out in any order you wish. And woman, you may not talk or do anything at all but walk down the aisle. I have no idea what my father wants with you but I don't care. Treat him with respect, even though he doesn't deserve it, the bastard, or he will kill you. Understood?"

Bulma, Chichi, and 18 just sat there, eyes wide. Chichi nodded.

"Fine. Let's go." The door opened and Vegeta stepped out.

There was a large crowd outside, probably waiting for the arrival of their prince. They clapped and cheered when he came out and Bulma followed him. Behind her was 18, Chichi, Goku, and Krillin. When the girls came into view, many of the saiyan men whistled and cat-called. Bulma turned red. She looked up to see a strange looking man sitting higher up then anyone else in front of them. She guessed this was Vegeta's dad. He licked his lips as he saw them, and she could feel a nauseated feeling welling in her stomach.

"Welcome son." His father said, without much enthusiasm. "I see you've brought who I've asked you for. Bring them here." Only Bulma could hear Vegeta growl quietly as he walked up the stairs to his father. But she also heard Krillin mumbled something and Goku mumbling something back in a annoyed tone. Obviously they didn't like this king person either.

Vegeta reached his father and stood to the side as Bulma, 18, then Chichi lined up in front of them. Vegeta's father smiled viciously.

"Welcome, girls." He said. "You will love it here." Bulma wished she had a weapon. "You, girl," he pointed at Chichi, "will have your own floral lab and the kitchen, making sure all of the palace's decorations and landscape are perfect, as well as the meals. You," he now looked at 18, "will be in charge of training young saiyans. And you, you will have your own science lab and will invent things for us. All you three will do the jobs you were assigned to and other things spontaneously given to you."

He turned to Vegeta, who was scowling the whole time. The king plastered a fake, mocking smile on his face and said, "You finally did something right for once. You are dismissed." Vegeta fought back the urge to punch his father in the face. He put on a mocking smirk like his father's.

"Yes, sir." The king's smile disappeared.

"You better watch it. Now, go do something productive, you little brat." Vegeta snarled and walked away.

"Family love," Chichi whispered in Bulma's ear. Bulma nodded. The king stood up and addressed his kingdom.

"You may all go back to your homes. Remember, my son is nearing the age of being able to take a mate, so raise your daughters well." The large crowd began to dissipate, and the king beckoned the three girls over.

"She," he pointed to a small child, about 10, next to the wall, "will show you to your rooms. You have the rest of the day free unless you are told otherwise. But tomorrow, I expect you to report to the rooms you will be given later tonight. You may call me King Vegeta. Now, go." They walked over to the girl as the king left.

"Kami, what's up with him? I think he needs an attitude adjustment." Bulma spat. 18 shook her finger playfully.

"Now, you must remember, he is a saiyan."

"Oh, it's all so clear now."

"I can see clearly now, the rain is gone…" Bulma snorted and shook her head as Chichi began singing. 18 laughed and the little girl giggled. Related

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" The little girl looked down and mumbled something. Bulma tilted her head to hear.

"Sorry, didn't hear you."

"Jenni. I'll show you to your quarters now."

Jenni was small and skinny and had black hair like every other saiyan, that hung around her shoulders in braids. She had dark and deep jet black eyes, and had a sad look on her face. She held her tiny hands in front of her as she walked.

Bulma tried to take in all of the twists and turns the castle was made of, but she was far from it.

"I hope we get a map," she mumbled under her breath. Jenni stopped at a room with two glass doors, and curtain on the other side of them.

"Um, they are eye censors to open the door. There are only five people who can get into this room. You three, and the two Vegeta's," she said quietly and Bulma shrugged, a little bothered by that fact, but went up to the censor.

"Bulma Briefs. You may enter." It said in a monotone. The glass door swung open and three of them walked in.

The room was beautiful. The carpet was plush and squishy, a velvet blood red. There was a fire place and a small kitchen equipped with a little electric stove, a huge refrigerator, and a couple cupboards.

There were three cozy looking chairs in the middle of the room next to the fire place. The walls where a pearly white marble. The room had a soft glow to it, and a window was on Bulma's right side. There where three glass doors in a row, obviously one room for each of them.

"Wow! Look at this! I can't even imagine what Vegeta lives in!" Chichi exclaimed, taking in the heavy sent of flower candles.

"This must've cost a fortune. We must be pretty valuable," 18 hissed with a glint in her eye. Bulma shook her head and Chichi laughed. All the while, they forgot about the retreating little girl outside there room. As much as Chichi wanted to look in their private rooms, she persued the little Jenni.

"Hey, Jenni! Wait a minute!" She stopped and turned around lightly, a sad look in her eyes. "Come on in here! We want to talk to you!" Jenni took a few steps forward and stopped.

"I don't want to be a disturbance. I'll just get in your way." 18 stepped out.

"C'mon kid. It's ok. We asked you. Invited you. Now, wouldn't that be rude to turn down an invitation?" Jenni gave a small smile and walked self-consciously into the dorm.

"Have a seat," Bulma grinned and waved her hand towards one of the chairs. "I insist." Jenni shrugged and walked over to a chair. Chichi and 18 sat in the others and Bulma sat on the floor in front of the fire place.

"So," Chichi began, "why are you here? Aren't you a little young to be a servant?"

"Well, the king is forced to keep me, or I'm sure I would've been dead by now."

"Wow! How come?"

"Did I forget to mention that? Oh dear, I'm so sorry." She smiled warmly from ear to ear. "I'm Veggie's little sister."

OOOOhh, how I would just looooooooooove to end it here. OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!! I would just love it and you know what? I will. The end. I know I am going to get killed but hell, I have insurance. I think…