Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Do I look anything like Akira Toryama?? I think not! ... but I would like to own Vegeta....

CH 1. Traitor

"Bulma? Are you there..."

"Huh? W-what?" stammered a blue-headed beauty. She shook her head and diverted her attention back to her blonde friend.

"Geeze... Bulm-babe. Did you not here a word we said?" complained the girl sitting next to her. She had long dark hair, which she kept brushing out of her face impatiently. "If I heard rumors about MY fiancée I would demand answers from him and dump him flat, and if not that at least pay attention to what her two best friends have to say about it!"

"I know guys, but I mean it's hard enough to dump a guy much less the King! I mean what would I say?" Bulma frowned.

"Uh, since when have you had trouble dumping a guy?! Remember that time you dated Lord Armstice? You dated him for three weeks and then dumped him flat! Without any reason!! Also remember that guy from the Nevian world? You caught him talking to another girl and screamed at him for an hour! Throwing things around and such! Almost gave the poor guy a heart attack!"

"Yeah, but still-"

"Oh, and don't forget that time she saw that guard looking at her funny? She blew up in his face and- "

"OK!! I get it! Man, Simp, you're supposed to be on my side! I mean he's your brother!"

The girl lying beside her raised her head. She had long golden hair and aquamarine eyes that reminded Bulma of her own hair. Her silver crown was cocked to one side and gave her an almost impish look.

"Well, when has that ever stopped you before? You dumped Marya's brother when he started flirting with another girl and didn't seem so upset about it?"

"Yeah, well he deserved that! I mean come' on I caught him red handed!"

"Oh, thanks! That's my brother we're talking about!" huffed Marya.

"Well he did. If you weren't so blind you would see he's a pig!"

"What?! My brother is NOT a pig!"

"Oh obviously you haven't looked recently," stated Bulma. She smirked and tossed a tendril of blue hair from her face.

Simpriana looked helplessly on as her two friends argued.

"Take that back, Bulma!! Or I'll..."

Bulma narrowed her large baby-blue eyes, "Or you'll do what?"

"I'll - !"

"Stop it! Both of you! You're acting like children!" Simpriana cried. Her normally soft voice had risen and demanded attention. She stood up and placed her hands on her hips. Then when seeing she wasn't getting their attention burst into tears.

"Simpri! Oh, I'm so sorry! Hush! Don't cry!" Marya rushed to her friend's side and hugged her. Bulma looked over at the two and rolled her eyes. "We're both sorry, Simpri, aren't we, Bulma?"

Bulma raised and slender brow, but agreed.

"See, everything's alright!"

Simpriana raised her bowed head and smiled, "Good, now let's talk about my brother's supposed lover!"

"She's a bitch."

"Don't say that. Bulma might get offended."

"Marya-"

"Just playing!"

"Marya, I'm going to-"Bulma frowned.

"Excuse me, ladies, your highness. The king has requested that you should come to court. It's of the utmost importance," said the pageboy. He bowed to woman in turn and walked back towards the castle.

"Well, guess we've got to go. Come' on," commanded Princess Simpriana. She picked up her pink and lace skirts and walked after the boy. Marya lifted her red and black dress and ran towards the entrance. Bulma pulled up her royal blue and pink dress and slowly followed the two. They had been sitting outside in one of the royal palace's many gardens. They had decided to sit out here when Marya had heard the terrible news that Bulma fiancée had taken a lover. After Bulma had cried herself out upon hearing the news Simpriana had suggested going outside to calm them down.

Bulma had been quite upset, but now only sighed in disappointment. She had been seeing King Yamcha for over three years now and knew he had a wondering eye. If it had been any other man she would have left yelling curses over her shoulder, but somehow she always took Yamcha back when he asked for forgiveness. There was something about him that almost made her feel guilty for getting mad at his unfaithfulness. This time it was different. She was not going to forgive him this time. With this in mind she raced after friends.

When Bulma reached the throne room doors, Simpriana and Marya were already inside. Marya was standing to the side where she normally stood as adviser to the king. Simpriana was saying something to her brother, the king, but that's not what Bulma saw. All she saw was the woman sitting in the queen's throne. She had purple and pink hair with blonde steaks going through it. She had on a bright dress and a large smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. They were cold as an iceberg and were glaring daggers at Simpriana's back.

Bulma walked swiftly in. Her head was held high, her eyes never leaving Yamcha's face. Marya saw Bulma enter and frowned slightly at the scene she knew was about to be played in front of her. Simpriana heard the click of footsteps and turned around to be faced with a furious Bulma.

"Ah, Bulma! It's so nice for you to join us!" exclaimed Yamcha. He stood up and walked towards her. He gestured to the woman sitting in the throne "Have you met Renee?"

"You mean have I met your slut? No, I don't think we've been formally introduced yet."

"Babe, now don't be like that..."frowned Yamcha.

"Oh, Yamcha, I know exactly who she is, but why don't you give me name?"

"Ah! Bulma, whatever that was said isn't true. Me and Renee are just good friends."

"Sure, if you call having sex with her every night 'good friends' then yeah I guess ya'll are pretty tight."

"You know you shouldn't believe everything you hear," Renee interrupted. "Servants-"with that she gave Marya a dirty look, "-can be uniformed. That's all they know. Idle Gossip. I would never sink myself so low."

"That's right, babe! It's not true. So come on please forgive me..." Yamcha pulled a puppy-face that was really good. It was so good that if Renee hadn't been sitting there Bulma would have been tempted forgive him.

"Don't babe me! You expect me to take you back while your slut is sitting right there! Forgive you! I think not!"

"Well, now that that's clear, Yam-chan, let's put this behind us." Renee walked up to the sad king and put an arm around him.

"Oh, please. Go get a room why don't you? By the way, Renee, obviously you aren't very good or else why would Yamcha still want me while he's got you? Hmmm?"

With that Bulma turned sharply on her heel slapping Renee's face with her hair and walked out. Simpriana looked in shock at her brother. Marya watched in fear as Yamcha's power level started to rise at an alarming rate. Meanwhile Yamcha's face contorted in anger.

"How dare you! Fine so you don't want me! I don't need you! How dare you disrespect your futer queen! My fiancée!"