Chapter 6.

Lechuga frowned at her brother," You're late."

"So I was, as you put it, 'fashionably late'. Keep frowning like that and you'll start to look like father," Vegeta smirked. Lechuga narrowed her eyes clenched her fist.

"You try explaining to Freiza where your brother is. He keeps asking questions we don't have answers to and someone's bound to slip up! I don't want our people killed by that hom-," Lechuga's tirade was quickly cut off by a firm hand to mouth.

"We will discuss this inside. Dismiss your lackeys," he ordered. This was followed by a few glares and quiet grumbles from the soldiers earlier led by Lechuga. She signaled to them and spun on her heal, leaving Vegeta and the rest to follow behind.

Bulma looked around wondering if she was supposed to follow or not. Nobody seemed to give her even a second look. Swarms of guards, soldiers, and other odd people swept past her in a rush to leave the docking bay leaving Bulma confused and lost. Scared she desperately looked for Chi-chi or Kakorrot, but finding neither.

She was just about to completely freak when a firm hand grabbed her shoulder. Crying out in alarm she turned around swinging wildly at the person behind her.

"Yah! Geeze! Were you planning on taking my head off?" Chi-chi yelled.

"Sorry, but you almost gave me a heart attack! I couldn't find you!" Bulma accused.

"That's because you went in some kind of daze. I kept calling you and calling you, but you wouldn't respond," Chi-chi accused back. Bulma blushed, but didn't yell back. "Oh, come on I didn't just come over here to frighten you to death. You're staying in my dorm. As head chef I can pick my helpers."

Chi-chi steered Bulma into the palace through a different, smaller entrance, and down hallways. Bulma nodded, dazed at all the rooms they pasted. ' My castle isn't even twice this size! No wonder the Saiyans considered everything third class! This place is huge! How am I ever going to find my way through here?' Bulma wondered. Suddenly she was pulled to a stop. She glanced over at Chi-chi who was pointing out different things in the room they were standing in.

"Um, Chi, what are we doing in the kitchen?" Bulma asked. Chi-chi rolled her eyes and sighed loudly.

"I already told you. You work for me now. I'm head chef and you're my helper. You better be glad, too. They wanted to make you do something strenuous, become an outside slave. Believe me, you don't want that. A girl like you wouldn't last three days as an outside slave," she proudly responded.

Bulma slowly grew pale. "You want me to do manual labor? I haven't done a days work in my life! I'm a lady! I don't do household work! That's for servants!" she shrieked.

Chi-chi started to grow red, but upon glancing at the tear stained face at the girl beside her she slowly let out a breath. "Listen, you have to understand. You're the servant now. You're the one who does the household work. Here, you're not a lady, and you won't be until a years out. I'll try to help, but you have to understand who your master is now…"

"No! I will NEVER bow down to the likes of them! I'm of noble blood! I don't bow to anyone," Bulma proudly exclaimed.

Silently, Chi-chi applauded her on her nerve, but physically she frowned in frustration. "Do you want to die! Do you want to agreement between your planet and the Saiyan Empire to crumble? Your planet will be annihilated if you don't comply with Royalty commands! You may wish to risk your life, but think of your people! Stop being a selfish, little brat and think of your people before yourself!"

Bulma grew red with indignation. She grew herself up to her full height, placing her hands on her hips. Slowly though she began to break down until finally she was quivering mass on the floor.

"Chi, I wanna go home! I wanna go h-home," Bulma sobbed. Chi-chi slowly rocked her back and forth.

"Of course you do, but do you want to let them win? Let them see how much they've hurt you? Come on I'll show you to our dorm and we'll tuck you into bed," she soothed. Bulma looked up and nodded. Chi-chi grabbed her hands and pulled her up.

Bulma walked to the door, but first glanced by a metal pot throwing her reflection back at her. She stopped in horror and grabbed the pot to her face.

"Is that my face? I look a mess! No one can see me like this!"

"What's wrong with how you look?"

"My face it's all red and blotchy!" Bulma rushed to the sink and started to wet her face, trying to make the redness go away.

Chi-chi sighed, "You look fine! Come on. Even if you're not tired I am!"

Bulma was yanked hard and pulled out of the room by her now soar arm.

i no its not much but i coudnt leave my readers hagin to heres a short piece