Vegeta is king for another reason that you'll find out later.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.

"Tonight," Vegeta uttered the word as he turned to leave but not before he reached out to give her delectable butt another pinch. That pinch earned him a squeal and a glare. The glare would have sent a lesser man trembling and begging for forgiveness, and it probably had, but he was not a lesser man. He was a king and that made him a legend among men. He smiled to himself; he really enjoyed getting the Woman riled up. Her squeaks and glares did something to him, ordinary men would say it aroused him but he was a king. It invigorated him. In fact, he hadn't felt this alive since he was a boy.

Sadly, he couldn't stay and get his mate more flustered, as fun as it was, he had work to do. There was the feast tonight that he wanted to make sure was perfect. He also had the matter of The Tinker's lab to attend to. He went to speak to his steward about the set up of the lab, he had a few ideas for it now and he wanted it moved closer to his command room. He had a feeling that if he didn't keep a close eye on his mate, she'd be up to no good and he couldn't have that. He smiled wickedly as he thought of some surprises he could have added to the lab for the Woman. Surprises that were guaranteed to make her squeak in that adorable manner of hers.

Then he went to speak to the maids about rooming arrangements for the ladies. He also had to go through the lists of his unmated males to see who should be invited to the feast tonight and those who should be invited to the feasts for the following week. He sided, he hated parties but it was a necessary evil. His people needed to find their mates and if he could ensure that all of the refugees found mates among his males, it would help his people survive.

There were about 100 females of mating age available and close to 200 little children, thank the goddess the majority of the children were females as well so the young boys of his race might one day have mates as well. There was hope for his people once again. He couldn't help wondering what species these females were and where they had come from. If they were viable mates for his people, surely there were others on their planet who were as well. Vegeta then remembered that this was unlikely, as they were all members of Frieza's harem. The likelihood of their being more out there was slim as Frieza had a tendency to destroy the things he deemed useless.

Vegeta decided to not dwell on this because he did have some potential mates for his people now. This he could be thankful for. He sent a prayer of thanks to the Goddess and went to finish the rest of his duties for the feast tonight. He had so much to do and so little time.

Bulma squeaked and rubbed where the jerk had molested her. The nerve of that man, he may be a king but he needed to learn about personal space and manners! She silently fumed to herself as Kakarot, Broli, and Crog escorted her people to their rooms so they could rest and freshen up for the feast tonight.

It amazed her, the sheer size of the castle; all of her people had their own private rooms! The Saiyens may be a brutish, uncivilized, mannerless race but at least the seemed to live well. The carpets were lush and soft between the toes if you chose to walk barefoot on them. They varied in shades of reds and browns. Matching curtains hung by the windows; some were sheer and some were solid, not letting any light through them.

Bulma was so focused on helping her people get settled that she did not right away notice that not one of the rooms in this wing were the one assigned to her. ChiChi pointed this out to her by asking her if they were close to each other.

"I'm in the wing down the hall from the rest near Kakarot's room. He is so sweet. He told me if I needed him for anything he'd be there, all I had to do was ask or bang on the wall. He said his room was right next to mine." ChiChi smiled, a dreamy expression crossing her face. "Hey, I don't see a label on any of these rooms for you. It must be somewhere else. Man, these Saiyens are organized, they've labeled all the rooms with our names so we can find them!"

"You're right! I don't see a room for myself. I'll go ask one of the guys. Maybe, since the King of the Jerks thought I was a man, they put me somewhere different. I should go find out." Bulma said.

"Wait!? They thought you were a man?! WHY? Was it because Frieza made sure you were only ever referred to as The Tinker when your inventions were discussed at war meetings? Sorry Bulma, but that is too funny!" ChiChi laughed. "Also, don't think I didn't notice you and the king of jerks, as you called him, eyeing each other like a kid eyes a lollipop." She gave Bulma a knowing smirk.

Bulma shook her head at her friend's laughter, but she could see the irony of it. For years Frieza had hidden her away only allowing his most trusted men around her. He probably feared someone would try to seduce her into working for them. Not that that was an issue, for most of her life she had hidden her figure behind baggy cloths trying to dissuade people from taking interest in her. She preferred to go about unnoticed. It was safer and people eventually ignored her for the most part. However, when the king had given her attention instead of feeling disgusted and wanting to try to hide, part of her had reviled in it. Even if he was a major jerk, claiming she was his mate or some such nonsense, she ate up his attention like a starved bear wolfing down honey after hibernation.

She walked over to Broli as he was closest and asked where her room was, he smiled and proceeded to lead her to a different wing entirely. This wing had royal blue carpets and matching curtains. But it had no adornments on the wall apart from portraits of what appeared to be past kings and their families. She took note of them and thought perhaps they were heading back to the throne room again since the other hall she used to get to the throne room had statues of the former kings. Broli suddenly stopped and opened the double doors to the room at the end of the hallway. He told her if she needed anything to ring the bell on the cord by the door and a maid would come to help her. He left and Bulma turned to get a better look at the room she had just entered.

Bulma removed her shoes by the door, her feet were killing her and she didn't want to get the royal blue carpet dirty. The carpet was surprisingly soft and felt good between her toes. It was a welcome relief.

She walked around the room she was in; it was what appeared to be a living room. It possessed soft leather furniture that was a dark grey in color. She decided to sit and see if it was as comfortable as it looked. To her relief, it was, however, she felt having a blanket to snuggle up in would have been nice. But there was no such luck on the blanket front. Although, the room possessed nice furniture and a TV, it lacked further adornment. If this were to be her permanent room they would have to change. After a few minutes, she remembered she was supposed to be getting ready for the feast tonight. She walked to the room that appeared to be attached to this one and gasped.

Inside this room was the bedroom but it was designed like no bedroom she had ever been in. In the center of the room was a massive bed that was shaped like a circle. It had black silk sheets and pillows. Deciding to test the mattress, Bulma began to jump on it. This was something she loved doing as a kid and didn't dare do in Frieza's presence. She was surprised to find it was incredibly soft and springy. Giving the mattress a particularly strong bounce, Bulma went flying off the end of the bed. Her legs tangled in a loose corner of the sheets and she landed in a heap on the floor. Cursing to herself, Bulma tried to untangle herself only to find that her one foot was caught in something that looked like a shackle. However, that couldn't be it, this was a bedroom not a dungeon and it was soft with padding on the inside. How odd, Bulma thought, while carefully extracting herself from it and the sheets. She felt bad for messing up the sheets and decided to remake the bed. As she did so she found three more shackle-like things. She also found something under the bed that appeared to be a harness for something. And looking up she saw several hooks that were attached to the ceiling. How odd indeed, maybe they thought the Tinker would try to escape and thought tying the 'man' to the bed each night would stop that, Bulma mussed.

Deciding to figure out what those things were for at a later date, she made her way to the closet. She was told some of her cloths were there along with some Saiyen formal wear to wear to the feasts tonight and for the following week. She opened the door to discover a room almost as big as the bedroom. In the center was a full vanity for doing hair and makeup. There was also a set of floor length mirrors that could be used to look at a person from all angles. After being momentarily stunned by this, she turned and looked around the closet for her things. She was shocked to discover that about a forth of the closet contained what appeared to be men's cloths and battle armor. Why would this stuff be in my room, Bulma wondered absently.

She turned to go call for Broli or someone else who could solve this matter when something shiny caught her eye. It was a necklace that was hanging on a mannequin; it was comprised of black and blue diamonds that went all the way around the neck like a loose collar. It had matching drop earrings to go with it. The dress that was on the mannequin was slate grey and strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a lace up bodice. Black and blue diamonds were scattered throughout the dress, it was like looking up into the sky at night. The dress was form fitting and flared out at the bottom like a mermaid. Looking at the dress, Bulma realized there was a note pinned to it. She read it quickly, Blue haired temptress, I know I come off as rough and prideful. What can I say, I am who I am and I'm not going to change. I do not mince or sugar coat my words and I most certainly don't use frilly stupid words, however I find that I cannot use any words but frilly stupid words to describe you. You have ensnared me like a fly on a spider's web. I am at your mercy. I look forward to seeing you tonight. Please give this fly one request; wear this tonight for me. It was signed from Your Entrapped Fly.

Bulma couldn't help smiling at the letter's contents and quickly went to ring for a maid to help her get ready for tonight. She also wanted to make sure this was indeed her room. The men's cloths in the closet were either there by mistake or she had been given the wrong room and this not was for someone else. She thought the letter was so sweet but some part worried that she was not the intended recipient. If that was the case, it gave her a bittersweet feeling, someday maybe someone special would write emher/em something that touching.

What do you think? Does any one have any ideas as to what will happen next? I love hearing about what you think may happen!