A Queen Long Forgotten

Chapter 8 (the real Chapter)

AN: okay. So, thanks to Kingveggiefan...I have decided to finish this story. So all my credit for reopening this fic, goes to you!! Feel special, because I never thought I would even look at this chapter again. But I started reading it and I couldn't believe it was my writing. I got hooked on my own fic.

So, basically, the way I had it going, the chapters will get a lot worse then this. Beware. I'm a pretty violent, depressive writer and I tend to let it all out on writing.

Disclaimer: Do I look rich enough to do this for a living?

"Isabelle! Oh my god, aren't you so excited!! I don't even know what to wear!!"

I squeal as I excitedly jumped on the bed, giggling as I clung to a pillow and smiled up at the ceiling, fantasizing of how rich I was going to be when I would get picked to be princess of Vegetasi. I sighed contently and looked over at my friend brushing her hair.

"Diana. Calm down. There are other people on this planet besides you."

"Yea. But I'm much prettier than all everyone else."

"Excuse me? You don't even have the greatest vocabulary, so honey, your all looks, and apparently, no brains."

"What a typical response coming from misses' smart ass. You're going to get your ass beaten with your mouth."

"I may be an ass, but I'm one thing you aren't, smart."

I glared and huffed as Isabelle turned back around, smirking contently into her mirror. I growled low and out of no where, pounced her, pulling on her hair and smacking her face.

"How dare you! You bitch!"

I stopped suddenly in mid punch as the door to the room slammed open. My mouth dropped nearly to the floor as I looked up at the always gorgeous Prince. He seemed disgusted as he looked down at us from the floor. My whole body felt hot with embarrassment as I slowly climbed off my friend.

"P-Prince Vegeta...what a wonderful surprise!"

"Get off the floor, woman. I have come to inform everyone that the royal dinner will be tomorrow, followed by the Ball. And at the ball is where I shall choose my future mate. Be ready, and look decent."

"Yes, Prince Vegeta."

I couldn't contain my smile as he gave me a look from head to toe, I wanted to jump him and take him, beg him to pick me as his mate. But, unfortunately, he left before I got a chance. I sneered down at my friend, who had the same look as me. Though her nose was bloody and her hair messed up.

"Get out of my room, wench!"

"I will. And when I come back, I'll look a hell ova lot better than you!"

"Hmpf"

-------------------------------The next day------------------------------------------

(I had to give you an insight of what the other girls did, so now the POV is switching)

"Mother!"

I stormed down the many hallways to my parent's room, it was always a little unnerving to see my mother, she was the only person I listened to, and respected, besides my father, who I had to respect if I were to be King.

"I'm in here, Little Vegeta."

I rolled my eyes and grumbled low as I slowly stepped into their room, she was sitting on a lounge couch, rumbling through what looked like a box of trinkets and random things. I recognized my torn and beat up stuffed toy as I silently sat down next to her.

"Do you remember this? Oh and look here, your blanket, you used to drag this thing everywhere when you learned to crawl.."

"Mother, what are you doing?"

"I'm just looking through your childhood, the bits and pieces that I kept. I hope your mate does this when you have a son."

I gave her a genuine smile, the one I never give to anyone else. My mother was my weak point, and no one would ever find out about it. I melted onto her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around me, I must've looked so silly with her holding me like that. I pulled back slowly and looked at her, she was beautiful, she had brilliant brown eyes, ones that could freeze you solid if you got her angry, and she just had an aura of respect and power around her.

She and I both knew my father was fading. From some unknown disease that the scientists were working around the clock to find a cure. No one knew how it started, but he just started to get weaker, and weaker. And everyone, if the king died; the queen wouldn't last much longer without him. So they were both pampered to death by everyone. I could tell that my mother didn't like it, she had too much pride for both herself and my father. That's where I got my strong will from.

"Mother, I need you to help me get ready for tonight."

"Oh of course! How exciting! Do you already know who you want?"

I only offered her a sneaky smile. Oh yes...I knew exactly who I wanted. Tonight would claim history, he would make sure of that. It was going to be a very exciting night.