It felt like a month after getting locked in the throne room, I recently knew that Peepers had locked the doors from the outside which Hater had to teleported us out the throne room by his powers. For the first time teleporting, I felt like I was going to barf, but the nausea passed and soon we were out of the room.

But eventually Hater and I started talking to each other anytime one of us was not busy on the ship. When we do have time, both of us talked privately in few rooms that only Hater knows; like the first time, he took me a room that housed an INDOOR pool with a hot tub, which made me wish that I had a bathing suit with me.

On later dates, he took me to other places such as a large library filled to the brim with books, a floor-matted room for working out, a chamber that he told me was 'scare his captured enemies into spilling secrets,', and just at the end of the month- a room that looked like it was the HOLODECK from STAR TREK.

Once in those rooms, we would both talk on certain subjects, like our childhoods, our families, life to where we are, and so far it was interesting. Like for me, I never knew that Hater started as a noble son of a wealthy family from a small unknown planet that I commentated that reminded me of Earth. He wanted to prove that he was an excellent ruler that could take everything and make it worth something. However, he had these tough competitions to face; like rebellious people wanting freedom and this guy that was called Emperor Awesome.

When Hater told me on who this Emperor guy was, I almost gagged. I told him on meeting him, well hearing him, at the auctioning ship and repeating on what the guy said then. It was the first time I saw Hater showing so much anger that he started cussing in a language I didn't understand and never wanted to.

So far, life seemed to look well, both Hater and I could consider us friends, even though I was a slave and he a ruler, but overall still good. That is until I found Hater and Peepee doing some odd things around the ship; for one they were doing etiquette table manners while I saw them eating, another was Hater walking around with a few books on his head and back straight, and lastly was catching Peepers and Hater doing -what seemed to me- ballroom dancing in the throne room. So far I had ENOUGH with the awkwardness of it all and planned on confronting Hater about this.

On the day that Hater and I were to see each other again, I decided on editing a bit of my uniform; I added a black off-shoulder top over my dress, took my wristbands off to replace them with silver bracelets, and placed on flats instead of my usual sneakers. I also wore my hair in a bun rather than a pony just in mind on what I wanted to know. With a slight dusting of blush I was ready to be serious with Hater.

As a Watch-dog - who goes by the name Wren- lead me to the overlords chambers, I knocked on the door in a pattern, knowing that I was here. The doors swished opened, revealing Hater tossing a book behind him and grin sheepishly to me. A bark got my attention and I cringed when I saw Captain Tim looking at me; don't get me wrong, the creature was good, but the form just bristled my phobia to avoid the pet as much as I could.

"So Hater," I spoke to Hater, "where are you showing me this time around?"

"Well um, yeah see, its well," Hater fumbled his words as he walked towards me, "I, well, its kinda a, um, surprise, cause, well, yeah."

I simply raised an eyebrow, "Okay then" I spoke to him, "Lead the way, my Master."

Hater simply took my hand with his and pulled me along to his private hallway. It soon got more complicated as he made mutable turns, which ultimately lead us to a dance studio. It looked like it wasn't used as much, seeing the dust on the floor and the unpolished mirrors reflecting the door.

I turned to Hater with a look that wanted some explanation, "Look its been a long time since I went to this room, so be grateful that we get to be in here," was all Hater said. I simply shrugged, and walked to the center of the room; when Hater closed the studio's door, he walked back to where I stood while wringing his hands together. Before he could even speak, I spoke, "I know it is not my business as to what you and Peepers were doing these past few days, and frankly I shouldn't be concerned about it." I looked even with the overlord as I spoke evenly toward him while crossing my arms, "But when you do some things like table manners for a royal banquet and walking with books on your fragging head, it makes one person wonder. Tell me honestly, Lord Hater, are you brushing your manners for something big coming or is it for nothing?"

...

I kept on holding my breath as two Watch-dogs kept pulling on the strings of this corset; I wished that there was another way of wearing a ball gown, but TINKLES kept on saying that it was necessary for a lady like me to wear one.

I then thought back on asking what Hater was hiding from me that day, and it turns out that he was getting prepared for this party.

A fancy party that was held for this old queen that wanted an heir to her empire

I then told him that I wanted to go, not as a date, but to help him out when it came to swoon the queen into giving him her legacy. So for three solid weeks, I joined Hater on becoming proper and elegant as a royal; from using the proper silverware for food to dancing the waltz with Hater, it was a miracle that I was standing and still sane from all that.

Though while dancing with Hater, I could of sworn I saw a blush across his skull…

"It's done, Miss," said a Watch-dog to my right, "Wait right here while we get the dress," with that said, the two left the room. It was only me, the outfits that were bought, and a few mirrors. I looked at myself and saw a tired woman looking at me, with a bit of bags under my eyes from tireless nights studying from etiquette books one after the other.

Knocking from the door soon stirred me out of my memories and focus on the task at hand. It was six more hours till Hater, Peepee, and I had to go to this thing and I was getting fitted for my dress. This would be the fourth time I wore it and I wasn't going to screw around.

"Come in," I said, and when the door opened…

…

Hater kept on pacing in the main entryway of his ship. It had been two hours when Sara left to get changed, and it was making him nervous to no end. He fiddled with his tie as she said that to make an impression; he himself had to get a different wardrobe for the party. 'If she was going down, so will him,' she spoke to him after constantly looking at dresses. Hater indeed wore an outfit that he was usually wearing; he was wearing a black tux and bow-tie with a red dress shirt, black shoes that shined with care, and white gloves that Sara said, 'Makes a boy look like a man,'. Hater also had a removable cowl to cover his head, because he didn't feel like showing his face to the whole galaxy to see.

"Sir, maybe we could go by ourselves?" Peepers spoke up, "I mean, it's just the two of us. We would be done no sooner than with the slave-" Hater stopped his pacing and looked back at the small Watch-dog.

"NO!" Hater growled at his commander, "She is going to come with us, whether you like it or not."

"BUT SIR I WAS-!"

"Ahem,"

The two men stopped their arguing and turned to the speaker, which made them both gobsmacked. There walking towards them, was an angel.

She had her blonde hair done in a bun, but had a braid wrap around the base of the hair to give an elegance to that of a statue. Her face was flushed around her cheeks, her lips a shade of dark red, and her eyes lined with fined dark lines that made her bright blue eyes pop. But the dress, it looked like liquid gold as it hanged off her shoulders which followed up with equal colored long gloves. The dress covered her feet, but there was a clacking noise that said that she was wearing some type of footwear.

Hater's jaw literally dropped when he saw this beauty, which made her giggle.

"Surprised to see me?" she spoke softly, revealing that it was Sara, of all women, looking like that of a queen.

"I, um, you, well, der," Hater was so gobsmacked that he could barely make a sentence.

"Miss! WAIT!" called out several Watch-dogs, running towards the trio as they crowded around Sara's dress.

She knelt down to the soldiers heights to properly speak to them, "Yes," Sara spoke calmly, "What is the matter?"

"We wanted to give you something," one Watch-dog spoke

"Oh?"

"Here's one from the gun-makers," spoke another as he showed a beautiful necklace that was made of spherical metals with a lightning bolt on the center. That Watch-dog got near Sara and gently placed it around her neck. Sara smiled wonderfully and gave a kiss on top of the Watch-dog's head, "Thank you so much, Watson,"

Said Watch-dog giggled like an idiot and moved out of the way for another Watch-dog showing studded lightning bolt earrings, "These were bought by the others at the food court, map charters, and even the cleaning crew."

Sara smiled again and put in the earrings on. Again, Sara kissed on top of the Watch-dog's head, "Thank you Wilson, tell everyone that I really appreciate these gifts,"

Wilson's face turned red and hid his face from view, muttering words and moving behind the other Watch-dogs.

Sara soon stood up to her height and bowed towards the Watch-dogs, "I hope you all have a good night, boys,"

"We will, Miss." almost all the Watch-dogs present hollered towards the beauty in the dress.

As Hater saw this, he felt a twinge of jealousy; he didn't know if he should be jealous at Sara for getting gifts or at the Watch-dogs for getting a...

Hater mentally shook that thought out and hooked Sara's arm to his, "Come on," he muttered, "We need to get to the palace before other potential candidates arrive,"

"Oh, okay, then," Sara spoke and kept up with Hater walking in long strides down the hall, with Peepers behind them.

"I want a kiss," the commander muttered to himself

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A/N - Thank you all for staying patient with me for this story; to the guest who reviewed, it is kind of hard to get everything done for an update. I have to watch the episodes and make them fit with the story and characters in it, AND i have my BETA work with me to make it more interesting and appealing to others. Its time consuming and several times I have writers block on several occasions just to write the story down. Again, I will try to update more, but I have to wait till Life problems cool down and I can write/type more. Plus, do I REALLY have to say I don't OWN Wander Over Yonder or anything except my OC and several Watch-dog OC's?

Til then, please review and enjoy reading. PS, if there is an artist out there, can they possibly draw some scenes from this story, please?