"Your majesty, would you like me to order your food to be brough in?" Bulma asked the queen, Bella, as she entered her quarters.
The queen sat on a rocking chair calmly looking out the balcony. "Celeste, sweetie, you dont always have to be doing work, you know? All these years with me and you still dont understand that I dont force you to be a slave?" the queen smiled as she looked at Bulma.
Bulma grinned, "I know. You're great, your majesty, but I'm not doing anything and I thought I might help you around a bit," Bulma insisted.
The queen seemed to ponder for a moment, "Can you believe what my husband is doing?"
"I have no idea, my queen," Bulma said as she took a comb and started to comb the queen's long, black hair.
"My husband is giving the Duke of Laekon's daughter to my son as his betrothed. It's ridiculous!" The queen said angrily.
"I feel sorry for her," Bulma said with a grin. The prince had quite a reputation for not being the best person around. She could say that from experience.
The queen laughed, "Yes, of course. But I dont mean that. I simply dislike that family and I cant talk my husband out of it."
"Well, it cant be that bad, my queen, if the prince hates her enough I'm sure he would find a way to get rid of her," Bulma said.
"Yes, of course," the queen said. "Celeste? If I know my son well enough, I would almost predict that he'll try and...well, sleep with the girl on the very first day he meets her. Chances are, he'll try and take her to his quarters of course. No woman, as you may have heard, turns the prince down."
"I dont understand what you're trying to say, my queen," Bulma said curiously. Why was the queen giving her this type of information?
The queen shook her head, "You're too innocent, I'm not going to fester up your mind with such things. But here's what I want you to do..."
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"This is a very nice palace. Everything is just so...beautiful," Isa whispered in awe as Vegeta showed her around.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Yes. Once I become king all of this will be renewed."
Isa looked at him in shock, but then tried not to look so surprised, "Oh? Well, I'm sure it will look wonderful."
Vegeta grunted. This had to be the most boring conversation he'd ever had with a woman.
"So, my prince. Care to show me to your quarters?" Isa said as she halted, her voice suddenly taking on a seductive voice.
Vegeta stared at her, a bit confused at first, then raised his eyebrows, So the bitch knows what she's doing, eh? Nice first impression, I must say.
"Let's go," he said as he led her to his room.
Hmmm, I'll finally get to know if the rumors about the pince's...potential are as true as they say, Isa thought with a smile.
She gasped as he opened the large wooden and metallic doors and entered what seemed a miniature palace all by itself.
"Well, I'm impressed," she said as she looked around.
"Not that you have to be," Vegeta muttered. He caught a glimpse of blue and narrowed his eyes, "Who's there?" But he got no response, just a sweeping noise.
"Who the fuck is there, damn it? If I catch you you'll die for sure!" Vegeta yelled as a female figure came out from the bathroom with a broom in her hand and an annoyed look on her face.
"Could you calm down? I was given orders to clean your disgusting room," Bulma said as she continued sweeping. Vegeta remained silent for a brief second. How dare she talk to him like that?
Isa was taken aback, "You let a servant speak to you in such manner? If I were you I would surely send her to the gallows."
"With all due respect, my lady, I'm sure the prince is not forced to take suggestions from a female," Bulma said as she looked at Vegeta expectantly.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, "Get the fuck out. Now!"
"I'm sorry, the queen gave me strict orders not to leave this room until it is inmaculately clean, and I sure will not dare disobey. Unless she herself comes in and tells me to leave, then I'll leave, but I will not have my head cut off because of you," Bulma said. With that, she resumed with her cleaning.
Vegeta humphed, well, he'd be damned if he was gonna miss a good fuck because of his mother. "I'm going to take care of this. I'll be back," he said as he stormed out of the room.
"You're a snotty litte slave, arent you?"
Isa said as she crossed her arms over her chest and walked towards Bulma.
"I'd rather be an annoying slave than a desperate whore looking for a good romp with the prince," Bulma said passively as she continued sweeping. Isa literally fumed. How dare the little slave insult her like that!
"Well, enjoy what little freedom you have for now, it wont be long until I earn some power around here and make you a true whore in this palace," Isa said vehemently.
Bulma glared at her, "Why dont you go back and fuck the tree you were born on, huh?"
Isa widened her eyes. She'd never heard such a young girl use the kind of vocabulary this one was using. Not even sayajin girls talked that dirty, "Maybe you need to go and get some tits before you talk like that, bitch," she said with a smile.
"Enough, both of you. Though I would love to stay around and here your ridiculous insults, my beloved father wants us back in the room," Vegeta said annoyed, glaring at Bulma.
"Very well. I guess we'll continue some other time, my prince," Isa said as she kissed him; she glared at Bulma and then walked out.
"Slut," Bulma muttered as she picked up her broom and started to walk out.
Vegeta frowned, "And where the fuck are you going? You're not done cleaning!"
Bulma smiled innocently, "Actually, I am done."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes, his mother was definitely behind it all, "Dont think that you and I are on good terms just because you have my mother's orders. You're her accomplice and just as guilty."
"Oooo, I'm sorry, mister judge, forgive my serious crime!" Bulma said sarcastically.
Vegeta furiosuly pinned her against the wall. He hated her goddamn cynicism and loose tongue. Bulma squirmed and struggled to free herself from his threatening grip.
"Tell me, slave, do you dare say anythign now?" Vegeta whispered dangerously.
Bulma closed her eyes trying to breathe, "F-f-fuck you," she managed to say. Vegeta's anger increased even more and so did his grip on her. Bulma whimpered, knowing for sure she'd pass out if she stopped breathing for one more second.
"Is-that all y-y-you c-can do? U-use your -s-strength w-w-hen a w-w-wakling lik-ke me-" Bulma started while trying to smile mockingly.
"Hold your tongue, bitch, if you know whats best for you. I will not tolerate a girl who thinks she's above everyone else, and if you know me well enough you will know that I can and will put you in your place," Vegeta hissed.
"Y-yes, o-of course," Bulma breathed out as he let go of her. She looked at him with that same annoying smile.
"What the fuck are you smiling at, get out before I kill you!" Vegeta yelled. Bulma flinched. He was furious, indeed.
"You know," she said as she stood at the door, "you could have killed me before if you'd wanted." With that, she left quickly before the prince change his mind and decided to kill her after all.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. He couldnt believe he'd just wasted about five minutes of his royal time on a thick-headed slave. But he couldnt get the feeling of her soft skin on his hands off of his head. Maybe he had been too harsh on the poor weak thing. And she smelled good...yes, for a slave, she smelled rather good. Yes, I am now going insane thinking about how good a slave smells. Get a fucking grip!
Vegeta remembered he had to go back to his father and say goodbye to the Duke and his family. He would definitely look forward to anoher enocunter with Isa. Sure, she was a dumb slut like all the other ones, but she was hot. Really hot, actually. And that, of course, turned him on.
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"Isa? How did everything work with the prince, eh?" the Duke asked his daughter as they travelled on their royal horse carriage, given to them by the king.
"Everything was going well, daddy. Of course, until some obnoxious slave ruined...the plans."
The Duke laughed, "Well, here'll be plenty of oportunities for you to carry out the plan."
"I wonder where the queen was. I did not see her at all," the wife of the Duke said calmly as she fixed her nails.
The Duke seemed to ponder for a while, "I dont know. But I get the feeling she does not like us very much, which can ruin everything."
"Yes, I hear she has a way of convincing the king into whatever she wants," Isa said annoyed.
"Well, I'm sure we can count on her not to get in the way of things. If we cant, then, I'm sure there are...alternatives," the Duke said with a sinister smile.
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Well, well. Some interesting things going on in here, huh? I cant wait to put up the next chapter. Im just having so much fun with this. And whats with the plan of teh Duke and his family? Isa is not so nic after all. And what exactly is that weird feelign Vegeta gets after getting tooc lose to Bulma?!!
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