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CH2 Betrayal

"What!? Brother, have you gone insane?!" Simpriana exclaimed. She marched in front of her brother with both hands on her hips and a frown plastered on her lips. "Don't you at least have the decency to mention this outside of court!?"

Marya stood watching the fuming princess in front of her. She slowly shook her head. Simpriana was not one to get riled up easily. Actually now that she thought about she had never seen Simpriana really mad at anyone.

"Well, darling, he had to do it sometime and well now we don't have to tell anyone the wedding's off now do we?" Renee smiled sweetly down at Simpriana.

"Excuse me for being rude, but I don't think I mentioned you were part of the conversation…so butt out!"

Renee opened her mouth as to give a retort, but glancing at Simpriana's crown she closed her mouth and slid behind Yamcha.

"Simp, you can't tell me who I can and can't marry," explained Yamcha.

"Oh, but I can, big brother, you see I am supposed to be queen as of now, but decided to decline until I felt I was ready for the duties, furthermore I was granted the job of deciding who and whether or not your married. On this planet women are head not men," replied Simpriana under a surprising smirk. So guess what, big brother, I'm not asking I'm ORDERING you to marry Bulma!"

Renee gasped. Yamcha became red. Marya silently gloated, but the one noise that was heard over the entire court's buzz was one word "No". Bulma had not yet left. She had been standing by the doors contemplating whether she should say something else when she heard Simpriana's explosion.

"What?" Simpriana turned around.

"What?" Yamcha asked stupidly.

"Yes!" whispered Renee.

"I said no, and I mean no. I don't want to be stuck living the rest of my life with a…

no good

dirty rotten

lying cheating

MAN WHORE!!"

"I completely agree," answered a voice from behind them all.

Everyone turned sharply around and stared at the intruders. The one that had spoken had olive skin, ebony eyes, and dark flame like hair. He was shorter than the other two men and looked about 25. He stood ramrod straights with well-defined muscles. He wore a black spandex looking material with white armor with a weird symbol, white gloves, and white with gold tipped boots. A red flowing cape extended from his armor and passed over a brown furry belt. Two men stood behind him on either side. One was bald with a black mustache. His eyes were cold with malice and wore a deep-set frown. He was tall and wore a black and brown armor and spandex with the same brown furry belt. The man next to him looked younger than the other two and had black spikes all over his head. He wore the same armor and belt, but whereas the other two looked cruel he had a goofy looking smile on his face.

Marya stared at the three intruders and gasped. She shivered in fear and whispered, "Saiyans."

Yamcha frowned when he heard what Marya had stated and shuffled backwards while trying to compose himself. The rest were still in a state of shock from the answering reply from Bulma's outburst.

"Saiyans! You weren't supposed to be here until next week. I-we haven't prepared a place for you yet," stuttered Yamcha.

"Obviously… well it doesn't really matter. We won't be here on this miserable planet that long," stated the flame-haired one.

"Excuse me, but our planet isn't miserable," exclaimed Bulma heatedly.

"What?! You dare answer back to me, woman? I could kill you in an instant before you even have time to draw a breath to scream!"

"Yeah, well obviously yours is to produce such a constipated monkey. Geeze get some help before you bust an artery," mumbled Bulma under her breath.

"Why you insignificant whore!" yelled the bald man. He raised his hand as if to slap her, but an arm blocked it.

"Nappa, get a hold of yourself. She's weak and stupid. Don't waste your time," commanded the flame.

"But, Prince Vegeta, she insulted you!"

"Nappa, shut it! We're here to disgust a treaty not kill citizens unfortunately." Obviously Prince Vegeta was as strong as he said he was because the taller stronger looking one cowered in fear at the angry tone he gave him.

"Right, umm yeah let's get down to business. So what's this about a treaty?" Yamcha asked. He was sweating bullets from the encounter. He was terrified and everyone could tell. Renee stood terrified behind him. Simpriana silently watched the new man and Marya hit her head with her hand.

"Well, it's not really a treaty because if you don't follow your end your planet gets blown up along with everything on it." Yamcha paled at the thought, but Simpriana regained her head and talked to the prince.

"What are these agreements exactly?"

"Easy. You're under the Vgetasei Laws and rule under our king. You have some power, but you answer to our King. Simple now sign," commanded Vegeta.

"And if we don't agree you'll blow up our planet, correct?"

"Yes."

"Simpriana, don't sign! We'll never be free if you sign that! We'll have to always answer to them! We'll be nothing short of slaves if you do!" Bulma cried.

"If I don't we all die, Bulma."

"So it's better than slavery!"

"Hmmph… You won't be slaves. You will get the same privileges as our people, plus you'll get our protection," interrupted Vegeta.

"Well, Marya, your our advisor what do you think?" calmly asked Simpriana.

"I think we should. It would help our protection with all the planets Freeza is taking over," Marya mused.

"Both of you?! No way I will never agree to this!" Bulma exclaimed.

"Well, technically you don't have to," Simpriana stated. "Vegeta, we agree."

"What?! No! Simp, please common!" Bulma pleaded but her plea fell on deaf ears.

"Wait! Prince Vegeta, how do we know they'll keep their deal? I mean we've had to destroy three planets today 'cuz of stuff like this," asked Nappa.

"Take one of our people," replied Yamcha. He pulled his collar and tried to smile regally.

"Not a bad idea, eh Vegeta?" asked the other man with the Saiyans.

"No way, Kakorrot! I am not having some weakling earthling on MY ship!!"

"No, it's a good idea, Vegeta, but who to send all our ambassadors are away…" interrupted Simpriana.

"Send the whore! Bulma! We don't need her!" Cried Renee evilly.

"Excellent, Renee! Bulma you will go with the Saiyans!" proclaimed Yamcha.

"What! No way I'm staying right here!"

"Brother, no send someone else!"

"Well, sis, I would, but I feel like it and I'm still king and until you become queen you can't tell me what to do with my subjects! Take her away!"

Guards walked up to Bulma and pulled her to the Saiyans.

"No, let go of me!! Simpriana! Marya!"

"Kakorrot take her to the ship!"

Kakorrot dragged Bulma away kicking and screaming. Simpriana sunk to the floor. "I'll get you back, Bulma, I promise…"