A/N: I know that people are upset about the chapters being short and I'm sorry about that but my internet wasn't working and I was lucky to get a chapter in so be grateful for that. Also be aware that the last chapter said the wrong chapter at the top. Don't report it I will fix it later. Thanks for reading. Here's another chapter.

Chapter 8

Three days later they were to be married. She would be with him forever and that's not what she really wanted. How could she have said no? He probably would have done something bad to her. Look what he did to her before and she didn't even say anything. Well the real question in her mind was did he love her? She figured she would find out soon enough but for now she had to worry about what was going to happen at the wedding.

Servants worked on her the day of the wedding. They cleaned her up and put her in a dress one of them had made for her. It was pretty but it was nothing like she had seen before. Mostly it looked like a long cloth wrapped under her arms. It was decorated with things that his mother and hers before that had owned and Bulma wondered why they let her wear it. How could she be worthy of his mother's things she was just an earthling to them and nothing more.

The colors of the dress were all dark and nothing really stuck out. Still it was beautiful but Bulma felt as though she did not belong in it. The servants fussed at her and yelled that she was not doing something right when she really didn't have to do anything. All they did the whole time was pick at her.

A carriage came to pick her up and the servant who had brought her there pushed next to her. She glared down at Bulma the whole way there and scoffed every time she moved. Bulma had no idea what she was doing right or wrong for that matter. She just prayed that she would make it to the ceremony.

The woman towered over Bulma and nearly bent down to get in her face, "Is this what you want?" Bulma didn't know how to answer. What she wanted? Well she really wasn't sure what exactly she had in the first place so how should she know what she wanted? "Answer me, stupid earthling."

"I suppose," she mumbled praying the girl would smile and maybe tell her good luck.

Instead she laughed mockingly, "You suppose? Do you have any idea who you are marrying?"

"I think his name is Vegeta," Bulma whispered growing more nervous.

"That's not what I meant," The servant screamed making Bulma jump in her seat and cry out in her throat.

"I'm sorry," Bulma begged for her forgiveness with her words.

"Hmph. Stupid girl marrying a prince how does that work?"

Bulma shrugged and watched the woman sit back in her chair. She looked as if she was disappointed that he was not marrying her. But what was Bulma suppose to do about that? It wasn't her fault that he picked her. She could have him for all she cared she just wanted to be with her sisters and go back home.

The carriage stopped and Bulma quickly left the large woman lost in thought behind. Although it was not the last time she would see her she was happy to be away from her for that short time. She hated thinking that someone hated her that she didn't even know.

The building was huge and the inside was even bigger. Another woman quickly took her away to another room before anyone saw her. She was much older and smaller in height and size. Her fingers were cold on Bulma's bare arms making her shiver the whole way there. The encounter with her was not very long; she fixed her up and sent her out into the hall.

No one was there for a while and Bulma thought she might be in the wrong place. It looked they were ready for a King to come in for a speech or just for people to observe him sitting on the thrown. The truth was they were waiting for a Prince and his soon to be Queen. "This is too much," she thought. She looked around for possible exits and found a few. As she headed toward the door a man stopped her, "It's that way." It was Vegeta and he had come to take her down to her fate.

The ceremony seemed to last forever. Half the time she had no idea what was going on and sometimes the thought of it all over whelmed her and she felt like she was going to faint. Lucky for her she was sitting on a chair. As she looked in the audience she saw Chi-Chi, 18, and the man they were with the day they came to see her. Chi-Chi looked so sad to know that her sister was marrying a monster. Bulma knew that was what Chi-Chi was thinking and as she looked over at her Prince she grew angry with her. He could not be that bad. Even though he hurt her once he does deserve a second chance. Many times when they were children 18 hurt them but they never called her such a thing so why should he be labeled wit such a name?

After the ceremony was over they left immediately. It was almost dark and they were to be brought to their home and be left in their room. The carriage ride back with him was awkward and Bulma was a little disappointed that she was not able to see her sisters one more time but she accepted like she had everything else and rode the carriage with no thoughts of them in her head.

When they got home the servants for bed made her up again. Then she went straight to his room and lay down in his bed to wait for him. She let her mind wander as she lay there and almost dozed off. What was her sister's doing right now? What could she do about that servant that would not leave her alone? That's when she got her idea, she would never have to put up with her again if it worked but she was positive that it would.

He came later and lay next to her. She turned to him and put her arms around his neck pulling him over to her to kiss him. Her tongue slipped in his mouth a couple times and then she used the moment to make a request.

"Vegeta," she mumbled.

"What," he said barely breathing before saying it.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What," he said growing angry with the delay.

"There is this servant."

"Yeah what about her?"

"Well she won't leave me alone and I don't think that I can live with her," she kissed his neck again, "Can you get rid of her please?"

He paused for a minute as she kissed his neck only to allow himself to breathe, "Fine I'll take care of it."

That night she slept with him. That night she learned that she could control the Saiyan by herself. Who would have thought? Oh and you know what? She never saw that servant again.