"Well, I had an idea that she was that kind of girl, my son doesnt care though, as long as he gets what he wants, of course," the queen said, fixing her gown as Bulma strapped the back.

"Well, she's a bitch, excuse my language your majesty, but I hate her," Bulma said, "and can you believe what she said?!"

"I'm intrigued," The queen replied, raising her eyebrows as she looked at Bulma throguh the mirror.

"She said that soon, she'll have control over this palace and once she has power she'll make me a pleasure slave here."

"Why, the tramp has some nerve! She thinks she's just going to do away with the me and the king like that!" the queen exclaimed furiously.

"She's pretty sure that's the way things are going to work. They must have something up their sleeve, you know," Bulma said thoughtfully.

"Oh, yes, I can guarantee it, but what exactly it is and how bad it is, is something we'll just have to wait and see; since my dumb, hard-headed husband just can't seem to think these days."

"That's not the way to talk of the king, mother," Vegeta said as he entered the room.

"My son. Always looking for ways to disrespect his mother," the queen said as she turned and looked at her son.

"You dont seem to have much respect for the king himself," Vegeta said crossing his arms over his chest, angry at his mother for what she'd done earlier.

"Neither do you son. But then again, I have respect for my husband. For the king? Not so much."

"You," Vegeta said noticing Bulma and pointing her finger at her, "you bitch, you're the one carrying out my mother's plans."

"You say it like you just made a discovery," Bulma said as she placed the queen's brush on her dresser, not giving much importance to the prince's words.

"I should send you to the gallows and let you get eaten by the rodents there," Vegeta said as he got closer to her.

Bulma flinched. Rats. She hated rats and anythin of the likes of them.

"You sure should, my prince," Bulma said as she faced him, crossing her arms over her chest as well.

For a moment, Vegeta looked into the deep marine eyes and almost drowned himself in them. There was a shade of fury in them, but he could also see the lost child within her.

Bulma stared back, with the same effect of his deep black eyes on her, and for a moment, she wanted to be in his arms and kiss...Oh shit, did I just think that?! Bulma suddenly thought and reproached herself, but holding her stare.

The queen chuckled as she witnessed the scene. Had she not been the slave everyone thinks she is, they would have been perfect for each other. It was the plan, after all.

"Alright children, enough with the staring contest," the queen said with a smile. But both were determined not to look away first.

"Bella, what the hell?!" thh king's voice boomed as he entered the room. Vegeta broke away from the stare and almost kicked himself for doing so as he stared back at Bulma who smiled triumphantly.

"What makes you come in here like that, beloved?" the queen asked sarcastically as she turned back to the mirror and propped herself up.

"Dont act like you dont know what I'm talking about, woman! What a shame! The king has guests and the queen herself doesnt show up out of a bit of respect!" the king shouted.

"I will let you know that I give respect; to you as my husband...and as king. But I can only give respect to those who deserve it. And you must be blind not to see that those Laecon people do not!"

"You have no right to override my wishes!" the king shouted angrily.

"Oh, I'm not overriding your wishes, my lord, I am merely carrying out mine!" the queen said, for the first time, raising her voice.

The king paused for a moment, knowing that this wouldnot be an easy argument; it probably would never end and there was no sense in arguing because she would not budge.

"We will talk about this later on. On my terms," the king said somberly.

"Very well, then," the queen said turning her back to him and once more looking in the mirror, a sign that she would not be speaking to him at all.

"My queen, will you just take orders from him like that? He's the king but he is also your husband...you deserve some respect too!" Bulma said, getting herself in to the conversation. The king's glare made her realize that maybe she should have just kept shut. Vegeta shook his head.

"You're gonna die like the fish. By your fucking mouth," Vegeta whispered.

"How...dare you?" the king said as he furiously narrowed his eyes and dangerously approached her, "well, I see you've survived, you little bitch."

"I will not let you speak to her like that!" the queen commanded.

"Oh?! So a little disrespectful maid gets more respect from you than I do?" the king asked vehemently, "huh, and with what permission did you make her your personal slave. I gave strict orders of putting her in the drudges. I will not have such low slaves running around on the royal grounds of the palace."

"Then you might as well put send me there too, your majesty. She is my personal maid and helps me more than your so-called maids," the queen said defiantly.

"Woman, you'd be wise in staying out of it," the king said with a dangerous tone, "I think I was merciful enough to keep the little slave alive. She's gone."

"You...you...wouldnt kill her!" the queen exclaimed in disbelief.

"I wouldnt?" the king said as he drew his sword.

"Vegeta, dont!" the queen said as she grabbed his arm, which he violently shook off.

"He can kill me if he wants, my queen. Just like a coward to get rid of the opponents he cant beat without a sword," Bulma said, bravely sticking her chest out.

"You just cant shut up, can you?" the king said putting the edge of his sword on her delicate neck.

"Father, let me take over," Vegeta said as he gently pushed his father away. He stared at Bulma impassively, noticing her well-rounded chest which had been slightly revealed as she was pinned against the wall and her clothing had become shriveled. The stare in her eyes, her lips, her scent. He didnt know why, but he knew he couldnt bring himself to kill her.

"Well?" the king asked expectantly.

"It'll be a shame to dirty the royal rooms with her filthy low-class blood," Vegeta started as he stared at her, "I think the rodents at the dungeons will feast on her young flesh," He said with a smirk as he ran his hands down her almost-bare arm, making her flinch.

What the hell was that? Vegeta thought as he felt her flinch. Not in pain but it was almost as...pleasure?

"Very well, take her yourself," the king said putting away his sword and turning to the queen, "we are nowhere near finished. I will see you tonight."

"How about we settle this right now?" the queen said defiantly.

Vegeta roughly led Bulma out of the room.

"You disgust me. You have no sense of intelligence," Vegeta hissed as he walked out of the palace in order to take her to the dungeons.

"Shut up!" Bulma started, but Vegeta stopped abruptly and whirled her around violently.

"I just saved your ass. The least I need from you is your goddamn ungrateful bitching!"

Bulma wisely took in his words and remained silent the rest of the way. She looked around frightfully as they entered a strange place behind the castle. They crossed a wooden bridge and Vegeta ordered the guards to pull up the gate. As they entered an unpaved hallway, everything became dark and the smell was horrible. She clinged to Vegeta's arm.

"Stop being a fucking coward," Vegeta said with a smirk.

"I would have preferred to die than to be left stranded in this...place, whatever it is."

"Be quiet," Vegeta said as they made a turn to another lengthy, dark hallway.

"Prince Vegeta?" Bulma asked in a curious and innocent tone.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Why did you spare my life?" Bulma asked as they came to a dimly-lit room with a single cell in it.

Vegeta stopped and stared at her. Hell, he didnt know why he'd spared her life either. Had it been any other shameless servant, he would have been more than willing to do away with her. But not her. Not this...Celeste girl. She was different.

"You couldnt bring yourself to do it, could you?" Bulma said with a smile. Vegeta held in his breath. What the hell was going on anyway? "I'm sorry I spat at you back in the day. I bet it was gross."

Vegeta's impassive gaze softened, though it ha dbothered him about two years ago, he couldnt help but think it had been funny. Having eleven-year-old saliva all over his face, "Yes, it was disgusting."

"So, are you really gonna leave me here. All by myself?" Bulma asked innocently.

"Dont even think I'm just goign to free you. I'm going to follow through wiht my word. Maybe taht'll teach you to shut up and knwo your place," Vegeta said as he opened the cell gate and motioned for her to enter.

"You didnt answer me, though," Bulma asked before she entered, "why did you let me live?"

Vegeta frowned. For a young, slave girl, she sure knew what she was doing, because all he wanted to do was go against his will and kiss her.

And he did.

In fractions of seconds, she was in his arms, being kissed by the prince.