Okay, I'll clean up the confusion now.

Dance till Midnight

Chapter 2
The prince and his loyal friend have slowed their horses to a pleasant trot, because the poor animals couldn't take any more.

"So, how did you steal the sword?" Vegeta said after a bit of silence.

"I snatched it from the captain's room while on my way to your cell."

"Are you sure you knocked out all the guards?"

"Yes, I made sure. Pretty nice horse I got you, ne?"

His friend just smirked.

"It will do."

Goku pouted. "You mean I go through all that trouble and you say 'it will do'?"

Vegeta just kept on riding. A small chuckle could be heard.

"I snatched that from the stable where they keep the best breeds! And you say it will do? You really are a prince."

"Oh, Kakarot, can't you take a simple joke?"

"I don't see what was so funny about it."

"I laughed, didn't I?"

"You're impossible!!!"

The prince just laughed as the two rode on to the Minan palace.



"So, what do you think?"

Chi-chi and her best friend, Bulma, were trying on the possible dresses for the masked ball.

"Looks perfect on you! It's as though they poured it on you my princess!"

"Oh, please, you know how much I hate that! Don't call me my princess!"

"Fine." Bulma said with a chuckle.

"Come on! Try some on!"

"What?!?! No way!!!"

"Bulma, don't be such a tomboy!!!"

"I don't care, I'll stick with simple dresses, thank you very much! I don't need all those fancy, big things wrapped around me! No sir-re!!!"

"Fine! Be that way!" Chi-chi pretended to pout.

"Ladies!!! May I come in?" Garock, the King's left hand man (Dr. brief was the right) knocked at the door.

"Yes, you may." They answered at the same time.

He opened the door and stepped in. Bowing, his white hair fell forward, brushing against his cheeks.

"I have a message for Lady Bulma."

"Let's hear it then."

"Your Majesty and your father have decided to fill King Freeza's request and marry you."

"To whom?" something stunk about this.

"To Lord Dodoria."

"WHAT?!?!?!"

"Please, Lady Bulma...."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO MARRY HIM?!?! I WILL NOT MARRY THAT FAT, PINK, DISGUSTING THING!!!!!!!!"

Poor Garock was barely able to dodge the flying things in the room before escaping.

He closed the door, sweating.

He let out a deep sigh.

"I'm too old for this!"

Okay, I hope that cleared up a few things, and got the plot rolling a little too. I'm open to your questions and reviews.