Title: A Child on the Royal Throne

Disclaimer: I can take a hint, I don't own it....

Summery:This is set before Freiza blew up the planet Vegeta. Vegeta (the person) is a trouble making, prank playing 4 yr old and his father is getting married to someone he rrrrreeeeeeaaaaallllllyyyyyyy!!! HATE'S!?! There will be other stuff as well, take a look and if you like! Review!!!

Author's Note: I got some interesting idea's from you guys and I will try my best to put them in the story

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Chapter 5: Get a room

Vegge was so mad he didn't even notice that when he pushed the double door's to the kitchen open, with much more force then was nessisary, that he sent two unfortunate cook's flying as they where hit by the steel door's.

"Give me something edable to eat!" The child of four snapped.

Instantly cook's where hurrying around the large kitchen like chicken's with their head's cut off.

Smiling in satisfaction, the tiny prince sat himself down on a silk covered chair a buttler had brought in and watched the mayhem around him.

It was SO funny to watch but, no one was being knocked over and there weren't any fight's! Well, Vegge thought with a grin, he'd just have to do something about that.

"I'm hungry over hear!! Work faster or you'll never work again!" He ordered.

Yep, that did the trick. Now people where pushing, yelling and some where even getting into fist fight's!.

The small prince smiled, leaning back.

He loved being royalty, bossing people around had it's perks.

Just then the comotion stopped and the entire magority of the kitchen staff where standing before their prince.

The head cook stepped forward, he was shaking slightly, but then again, when you where faced with a very peeved off saiyan prince, then you would be almost peeing you're pants in fright too!.

"Um... Young... (gulp) Young Lord we... ah that is to say... the staff and I...," Vegge raised an eyebrow, the man sure was stuttering allot and his face was drained of all colour too.

"Well, spit it out! I haven't got all night you know!" The child snapped, crossing his arms and narrowing his dark orbs at the older saiyan.

The chef gave a squeak.

"OH Sorry sire! What I mean to say is that the staff and I have made you something for you're dinner! I jope that it is too you're liking!?!" He said hurridly, motioning for a maid to come and stand beside him.

The prince watched with great intrest as the young women held out a plate too him.

"Is this alright my lord?" She asked timidly.

The small saiyan cast a critical eye at the content's on the plate, it was some sort of pasta dish, then back at the croud in front of him.

They were all staring at him, every single one of them trembleing.

He gave a small nod, then stood up walking towards the door's that led to the dining room.

"Bring it out please," He said curtly, pushing the door's open and walking out of the room.

He was so busy thinking about his meal, that Vegge didn't hear the releived sigh that came from every single saiyan in the kitchen.

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King Vegeta looked up as his son emerged from the kitchen with a satisfied smirk on his little face.

He raised an eyebrow in amusment.

What had he done now? The prince only had that look when he had finished terrorising someone. He would have to go and see if the kitchen staff where alright.

The king and Rita watched as the child sat himself down and folded his hands in his lap, obviously waiting for something.

A few minutes later, the head chef came out with a plate and sat it in front of the prince.

Vegge looked extreamly pleased at this and picked up his fork.

Feeling eyes on him, the prince looked up to his father and her staring at him.

"What?"

King Vegeta just shrugged and went back to his meal.

It seemed Vegge had gotten his meal, although, the older saiyan would love to know how.

Normally, the child thretened the staff to get what he wanted.

And judging from the look on his son's face, a sly satisfied smirk, it looked as though that's just what he had done.

"Vegge, did you do anything to the kitchen staff?" He asked, survaying the boy with a hard glare.

The young prince smiled innocently,

"No dad, I just asked for something to eat," He said, tilting his head to one side. A look little Vegeta knew his father couldn't stay mad at.

The king sighed, rolling his eyes.

"I see, well, just finish you're dinner,"

At that moment Rita, who had been watching the intire thing, put her slender hand on top of the kings.

"Yes and then he can go to bed, right dear?" She said, smiling sweetly.

King Vegeta stared at her, Vegge almost fell out of his booster seat.

Bed!? NOW!! It was only 5:30PM for crying out loud!!

The small prince went to bed at seven not five, it was too early. Way too early.

The youngest Vegeta turned to look at father, who had that stupid look on his face again.

"DAD!! I can't go to bed now!! It's too early!!!" He cried, his voice holding a high pitched whine.

King Vegeta glanced at his son, then at Rita, who was still smiling that sickly sweet smile.

"Vegeta, please don't yell at the dinner table, and Rita is right, you will go to bed after you finish you're dinner,"

Rita looked over the kings shoulder to glare at the prince, a smirk forming on her pretty face for only a moment.

Vegge sat, horrified as his so called father and that gargoyle started to kiss, KISS at the dinner table?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! How gross!! Now how was he going to finishe his meal when those two continued to... AHH he didn't even want to think of it.

Pushing his plate away from him, the young prince climbed out of his chair and stalked past the couple.

"Get a room," He mumbled, kicking Rita, though very softly, as he passed.

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Here we go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!! Another chapter done!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know it's very short... I'm sorry!!!!!!! But I have allot of fics to catch up on you know!?!?!?!?! So you know the drill!!!! Read and Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!