Note: I CAN'T TAKE THE WAIT! I'M JUST GONNA POST THIS CHAPTER NOW! BUT I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL NOT POST THE NEXT CHAPTER UNTIL I GET 25 REVIEWS!!! *Sigh* I was never very good with threats. *giggle* As Vegeta would say, "I'm too soft." *giggle*Well, here's the next chapter!

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            They were walking down the hall. Bulma was trailing no less than one foot behind Vegeta, and the nobles were following them. One of them was carrying the four bags Vegeta sentenced him to carry.  The other two had their hands behind their back in a proud, important stance. They walked for a bit around the winding hallways until they came to a wall with a very large door on it. It looked as if it were made in solid gold. It had a picture of a Saiyan with his hands raised in the air toward a ball. The ball had some sort of inscription on it; it took up the entire door.

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            I'm inspecting the picture, making observations about it. It takes up the entire door, which was quite large. I'd say about fifty feet high, considering we're in a castle. The picture has some sort of inscription on the ball in a foreign language. My guess is the native language of Vegetasei. It's fantastic! You know that awed feeling you get when you look at hieroglyphics? The feeling that you're looking at something holy and remarkable? That's what this is, only much larger. It seems as if the Saiyan is holding it up. The colors are remarkable, even though there are only different shades of the same color. The Saiyan resembles someone, but I can't quite place it. Someone I know very well. Right now I'm looking the Saiyan up and down. That's funny. His tail is different from a normal Saiyans tail. It's really short. It only comes down to the middle of his thigh. I'm assuming it's a he. You can't really tell. The face is soft, yet has the determined face a man gets when he wants to do something he knows is going to be challenging. Damn. I feel like Curious George right now. I just want to ask all these simple questions. I'm now inspecting the ball that he's holding up.  It has some sort of picture in the middle. It's like an inkblot. Must be one of those tests that you have to figure out. Ya know, like in a legend. A hero comes along and figures it out and saves the day. Mythology. I guess every planet has it.

            Enough with the picture, the doors are opening. My thoughts are being shattered as the door rips the engraved picture apart, no longer allowing me to observe it. I just sigh and look down at my feet. I feel a pair of eyes on me. I look up and see Vegeta looking at me. I can tell he's thinking. I quickly look down to avoid his eyes. I can't let him have my spirit. Not that, too. I take a deep breath, hoping that he doesn't say anything about it.

            "Woman," he says. I take a deep breath and shut my eyes tight. "We're going inside." I let myself breath out in relief as I follow him into what I suppose is the throne room. Noticing that Vegeta's back is turned to me, I look around. It's like a giant ballroom. Well, duh, this is where they must dance for the balls. There are four thrones in the back middle, and to the left and right are seats filled with nobles and such. At the moment, its kind of set up like a courtroom. I notice that the benches and chairs are removable. There are about fifty doors taking up the left and right wall. There are two doors to the left and right side of the thrones, and of course the door behind us is the one we just came through. I take another look at the thrones. One is taller than the others. Then there is one about three inches shorter, and two others three inches shorter than the later. King, Queen, Prince, Princess. King in the middle, Queen right by his side. The Prince on the other side, and the Princess on the other side of the Queen. Of course. But only one is filled. I wonder why.

            It's a man, most probably the King. He looks just like Vegeta, only much taller-about a foot and a half taller. Vegeta's mother must have been short or something. Heh heh. Ok, stop it. This isn't the time to be laughing on the inside. They're talking to each other. Maybe it's time I put my eavesdropping skills to work:

            "Did you pick someone?" what I guess is the King said in a royal like matter.

            "Of course I did. Are you blind? She's standing right behind me." Vegeta replied tartly. I quickly look down as the King leaned to the side to look around Vegeta. Vegeta growled and stepped aside, allowing the King to see me. I can almost feel him look me up and down.
            "Good choice. I guess she will do. Now go take her through the process." Intrigued, I looked up. I furrowed my brow to signal I didn't know what the HFIL he was talking about and looked at Vegeta.

            "We're going to download the Saiyan language, laws, and customs into your brain," he explained.

            "Am I still going to remember everything about Chikyuu?" I asked.

            "Depends," he said shrugging.

            "Depends!?" I roared, completely forgetting two factors: my promise and the fact that I was in the presence of the King. Vegeta winced back, not hearing me yell in quite a while. The King started laughing.

            "What spirit to match your own! Now I understand!" the King proclaimed in between laughs. Oh crap, I showed my spirit. Now I'm vulnerable. Quick! Lower my head! Doing so, Vegeta raised his eyebrow. Shit. Now he suspects something. Lowering my voice from the last time, I tried again.

            "What do you mean by that?" I asked once we both regained our previous composure. Making sure that he didn't provoke me and let hell lose again, he answered in a way he knew I wouldn't get mad at.

            "It depends on what his highness wants." He turned to the King. "Father, I recommend letting her keep her knowledge. It may be useful for Vegetasei if either the King or the Queen knew about other cultures and languages. It would be good for trade and negotiations," he pointed out. Mental Note: Thank him later, even though I don't know why he said that. I thought he didn't love me. Well, that doesn't mean he doesn't hate me. What a mysterious guy. For all I know, he could either hate me or respect me more than he respects his father. Men. I will never understand them. The King seems to be thinking.

            "OK!" he announced. "Let her keep her knowledge! Now then, take her to the lab now. I've already wasted enough of my time." With that, he turned to the nobles as Vegeta led me down another long hall…

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