"Your majesty, these are the prisoners we brought from Earth. We thought they might be of good use as servants. One of them might even grow to be strong enough to join our Elite force," Radditz said as he bowed to the king after the previous couple, the Briefs, had been taken away.

"Very well. They all look pretty young. Young enough to discipline and raise them the sayajin way." He paused as he noticed the only female child, standing with her arms crossed and looking at him curiously, "well, although I must ask why, among so many males, there is only one little girl, eh?"

"Your, er, majesty. We thought she was…quite…", Radditz started.

"Rare. Yes, indeed. She will grow up to be strikingly beautiful. Qualified to be a concubine, as a matter of fact," the king said as he smirked.

"That's right, your majesty," Radditz said, relieved, that she wouldn't be sent to be a pleasure slave.

"Father, I disagree. I find her to be repulsive," Prince Vegeta said suddenly with a disgusted look on his face. He might be young, but he knew exactly what a concubine was and by the time she came of age, he would most likely be the new king, and no way he was having anything to do with that; a spoiled, weak, human brat.

Bulma looked at the young rude prince and narrowed her eyes. 'Well, how dare he?' she thought with indignation.

"Well, excuse me, your rudeness, but you're not so good-looking yourself. What's up with your hair? It's weird and so out of style. Nobody does the spike thing anymore. That's what my mom says and she knows fashion."

"You've got some nerve, little girl!" Vegeta almost yelled standing up and ready to come down the throne floor and strike her. He was stopped by his father, who was nothing but amused.

"A feisty human girl, the last thing I need," he muttered, "you know, brat, he is the royal prince of this planet and you better hold your tongue, lest you lose it," the King warned.

"I don't care who he is or who owns this stupid planet. You're all big and dumb for no reason. You think you're so strong but you're all dumb. That's why you have to steal our smartness! You don't even care if you have to steal little kids like me, all you care about is your dumb planet that probably doesn't even have good computers and TVs and radios like we do!" Bulma yelled accusingly, while the whole courtroom fell silent. No one, absolutely no one, dared to raise their voice above the King's, and in such a rude way!

"How dare you? You damn brat! You know nothing and you shouldnt pretend you know things and disrespect royalty and our race like that. You will regret this, I assure you," the king said somberly.

"Like I care. It's not like this place is any fun, anyway," Bulma said rolling her eyes.

The king's eyes widened for a moment. He didn't think that even his son could be so impudent and bold.

"You will have your share of fun, alright. Guards! Take this spoiled brat to the drudges, there she'll do the lowest of jobs and learn how to hold her tongue. I will accept no disrespect to me or to the crown, not even from a child." The king ordered standing up and exiting the courtroom. He needed something to eat. Every day he became more and more amazed and annoyed at the same time, with humans. They sure could be smart about inventing things to preserve their lives, but their shamelessness did nothing to help them.

Prince Vegeta remained sitting down, eyeing the little and intriguing girl who had dared speak loudly and boldly to his father. She sure was different from all the other dumb kids around.

He made a disgusted face as the girl stuck her tongue out at him mockingly.

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"Why the fuck did you do that, Celeste?" Radditz asked angrily as he and the other guard led her and to the slave's chambers- well, they were actually called the servant dungeons.

"Because that stupid prince! He was bothering me. He called me ugly!" Bulma defended, "I'm really hungry. Is there any food?" she asked innocently, oblivious to what was happening.

"No, Celeste. You really blew it for yourself with your big mouth. You're gonna be working, scrubbing floors, toilets, walls, and doing a lot of work and getting almost no food here. That's what the king ordered," he said.

Bulma pouted, "Can you tell him to change his mind? I'm really small and my mommy told me that small kids need lotsa foods to grow. I dont wanna work, I wanna play too!"

"There's nothing I can do, Celeste." He said as they stopped at the end of a long hallway with big wooden doors. The other guard knocked hard and in a few seconds, a red-haired woman stood in front of them.

"Radditz, how nice to see you...again," she said with a coy smile, "I must say, I... rather missed you these last few days."

"Get used to it, Staela. I think I'm permanently going to distance myself a little," Radditz said edgily.

Staela gasped, surprised, then composed herself, "Well, that's a shame. I wish I could say that I'll be around when you change your mind and come back, but I'm not the forgiving type. You lose what you want. No second chances."

"Whatever," Radditz said rolling his eyes.

"And who's this?" she said, suddenly noticing the presence of a child.

"New servant," the other guard responded.

"Oh, not the one who dare to insult the king, is it?" she asked shaking her head, "I will see to it that she is given proper punishment."

"I think the act of just being here is punishment enough," Radditz said.

"Why yes, of course. That's an obvious fact. But, then again, it can all become a bit more...interesting when you get used to the routines and start having a little fun, eh?" Staela said, winking her eye flirtatiously, earning a disgusted look from Radditz.

"Well, missy, I hope you're ready to tie that mouth of yours and do some serious work around here. Now go inside and wait for the list of your chores," Staela ordered.

The guard unclasped her hands and let go.

She looked up at Radditz, "Am I going to see you again?"

"I dont think so, kid," Radditz said knowing he'd been called to report to Frieza the evry next day.

"Good-bye then," she said as she wrapped her arms around his knee; the closest she could come to a hug. Radditz flinched. This was affection that he could not tolerate. He patted her head and quickly gestured the other guard to make their leave.

"Well, you could have been a great father. It's a shame you'll be working for Fieza now; who knows when he'll kill you?" Staela said cynically.

"Go fly yourself to hell, dirty whore," Radditz said as he turned aorund and exited the hallway.

Staela shook her head and went inside the dusty and dimly lit large room.

"Now, what are you looking at? Get that bucket and start scrubbing the floors outside," Staela ordered, "now!"