Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews! Ok, I did change some things so characters may be a little OOC and also I didn't really like Chi Chi's father called "King Ox" or whatever so I just made up a new name for him but otherwise, ENJOY!

Set Me Free

Chapter 2


The dark haired princess stared out of her new bedroom window, vividly recalling the past few days. She let out a long sigh and thought about the events that took place before reaching her new home on Planet Vegetasei with her soon-to-be husband. Everything happened so quick and it all seemed like a blur. King Yemma arranged for his daughter's things to be packed and ready to go by the time the sun set and before she knew it, Chi Chi was off with her future husband.

A small smile made its way to her face when she thought about how her best friend managed to sneak aboard the ship with her. The young princess would have never made it this far without the support of her only friend, who comforted her the entire journey to Planet Vegetasei and promised she would be there for Chi Chi no matter what happened.

A knock at the door captured Chi Chi's attention away from the window. "Come in."

A male servant slowly opened the door. "Lady Bulma wishes your presence, your highness." He bowed and revealed the blued haired friend. She pushed past him and made her way to the princess, giving her a hug.

"How are you doing?" Bulma asked, pulling away and examining her friend's features.

"I'm alright. I'm just missing Earth" Chi Chi trailed off, again looking out the window and taking in Vegetasei's landscapes. The scenery was much like Earth's; green grass with forests and surrounded by mountains. Planet Vegetasei had more rugged terrain than Earth and instead of one sun, it had two suns accompanied by a very large moon, probably quadruple the size of Earth's, at night. The palace grounds contained beautiful gardens and green pastures, accented by the purple and blue mountains in the background. Yes, it was gorgeous to say the least.

"Cheer up, Chi." Bulma said, rubbing her friend's shoulder. She turned and made her way over to the bed, plopping herself down. "So how's your husband?"

The princess turned towards her friend, emitting a small growl from her throat with a disgusted look upon her face. "Oh Bulma, he's awful!" She cried. "We've spoken only little words here and there on the ship but after we landed, I haven't seen him at all! He clearly has no knowledge about how to treat a lady." She shook her head. "Well, I guess its for the best. I have no interest in seeing him at all."

Bulma shrugged and arose from the comfortable bed. "Well, let's not mope around here. Want to go for a walk in the gardens?"

Chi Chi slowly shook her head. "Sorry B, I need to go to some meetings. No fun for me anymore." A desperate smile crossed her features and she turned away from her friend. "I'll meet up with you later though."

Bulma nodded and left the princess's suite, exploring the hallways of the palace trying to find her way out to the gardens.


After hours of wandering the halls, Bulma still had yet to locate the exit into the gardens. She let out a frustrated growl and quickened her pace. She quickly turned the corner and ran straight into a muscular figure. Startled, Bulma lost her balance and instinctively seized the man's arm, pulling him towards the ground with her.

Bulma quickly pushed herself off the man and scooted back, sitting against the wall while she regained her surroundings. She rubbed her temples and recovered her "bearings" and glanced over at the intruding figure.

"Damn woman!" The man shouted, rubbing the side of his head. He growled and pushed himself away, quickly getting to his feet. He shook his head and pointed a finger towards her. "You need to watch where you're going, girl!"

Shocked, Bulma jumped to her feet and made her way over to the man. She jabbed her finger furiously into his muscular chest. "Listen here, mister!"

He slapped her finger away and continued to glare at the shorter female standing in front of him, mere inches apart. He was so close; he could smell her intoxicating scent and almost lost it. Almost. "Do you know who I am?" His thunderous voice bellowed throughout the hallways of the palace.

Taking a closer look, Bulma realized it was the Saiyan prince, Vegeta. She secretly cursed to herself for not realizing this earlier but she had only a glance here and there - not really a good look. "Yes I know who you are! But does that excuse you from manners?"

Stunned, his glare faltered for a moment but he quickly regained it. "Listen here, woman. I am the Prince of all Saiyans. By that alone, it means I am always right and you are always wrong." He smirked, a silent gloating session in his head. "So, apologize and I will consider forgiving you of this incident." He added, crossing his arms and awaiting for the girl to beg for forgiveness and worship him.

A disgusted look crossed her beautiful features. "Never" She hissed and quickly turned, walking away from him without a second glance back.

Again, the Saiyan prince was stunned by her reaction. He had never met someone so rude or so dishonorable towards him. She talked to him like he was a commoner; like he was just another lass running around the palace. Oh she infuriated him. And yet, a second thought crossed his mind. She treated him like no one ever treated him. She did not worship the ground he walked on or kiss his ass. How intriguing.

Stroking his chin, he continued to stare in the direction she sauntered off. He recalled her looks before. Yes, she's his future wife's slave or whatever. He could not forget those blue locks of hair.

Smirking, he turned in the opposite direction and made his way towards his suite. Oh yes, it would be interesting to have her around.


"Finally! About time!" The young woman made her way past the exit and a couple of guards into one of the palace gardens. She walked over towards a stone bench and sat down, admiring the gorgeous flowers that surrounded her still with the prince on her mind. "Oh that jerk!"

"Who's a jerk?"

Bulma turned and faced one of the palace guards. She raised an eyebrow at the tall and handsome Saiyan, who currently had a dopy grin on his face.

"Mind if I sit down?" He asked, nodding towards the bench that she was perched upon.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders and moved over, allowing him to take a seat. "And you are?"

"Kakarott. I'm one of Prince Vegeta's guards. But you can call me Goku if you would prefer." His smile grew across his features as he faced her. "So, who's a jerk?"

Bulma bit her lip and mulled over the thought of telling her new companion about her dislike of his 'master' but the thought of that vile and rude man stirred up her emotions once more. "Well, since you asked, your prince is the jerk." Her voice laced with malice.

Kakarott chuckled and shook his head. "Oh don't worry about him. That just means he likes you!" He began to laugh slightly and nudged Bulma after making his little 'joke'. Bulma, however, failed to see the humor and continued to stare blankly at the guard.

Finally, she broke the silence. "Whatever. At least I'm not the unfortunate one who has to marry him."

Kakarott found this statement hilarious and burst out laughing. Bulma found the scene funny as well and began to giggle softly until she too was laughing along with her companion.

After minutes of laughing, the Saiyan guard shook his head once again and proceeded to stand up from the bench. "Well, I suppose I should get back to work. Ya know, lives to protect, people to save. Full time job, ya know?"

Bulma grinned and nodded her head. "Yes, good luck with that…" She trailed off, slightly disappointed about losing her companion.

"It was nice meeting you… uh… I didn't catch the name."

"Bulma" She said, extending her hand for a shake. Kakarott grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly.

"The pleasure is mine." He gave a wink and walked away, heading back into the palace in search for the prince.


"Your highness, dinner is served." The servant announced to King Vegeta in the dinning room. The king nodded and looked across the table at his wife, the Queen of Vegetasei. He secretly adored his wife and admired her gorgeous features, however, he would never show any of these signs affections towards her.

Tonight, the queen wore her long, ebony hair in loose curls that cascaded midway down her back. Her tan skin was flawless and sported little to no makeup. She wore a silk, dark red dress, which showed off her immaculate body.

The king broke his stare and looked back at the servant. "Where's my son?"

The servant looked around confused, hoping a fellow servant would come to his aid and help him to answer the king's question. Unfortunately, all the other servants shrugged and the servant was forced to answer the king with a simple "we do not know, your highness."

Frustrated, the king slammed down his fists on the marble table. "Find him! Because if you do not and I have to go looking for him, you will be sorry!"

The servant did not have to be told twice and was instantly running out the double doors, nearly knocking over Bulma and Chi Chi as they entered the dining hall. They took their seats in the middle of the table, sitting next to each other.

"I'm sorry we're late…" Chi Chi mumbled, very nervous about the reactions from her future parents-in-law. She never made eye contact with either and remained silent until the queen spoke up.

"Do not worry about it, dear. We just sat down." The queen reached across towards the future princess and patted her hand. Chi Chi looked up at the queen and a shy smile crossed her face. She then turned her attention towards the king, expecting a similar reaction (or at least, she was hoping for one). The king made no acknowledgment towards her but instead continued his focus on those double doors, waiting for his son to enter. "Where is he?" He bellowed.

"Calm down, dear." The queen hushed. "He's probably in a meeting or something. You know, Vegeta is very busy these days…" She took a sip of her red wine.

The king shook his head but looked up suddenly as his son entered. "Well it's about damn time!"

The prince ignored his remark and made his way towards the dining table, taking his seat across from his future wife as the food made its appearance on the table and the wine was being poured.

"Son, how was your day?" The queen smiled, gazing lovingly at her one and only son.

He shrugged and proceeded to eat his dinner, not indulging in conversation with anyone at the table.

"What's your excuse for being so late?" The king asked, clearly trying to pick a fight. Vegeta ignored his comment again until the king persisted. "Well?"

The prince stopped eating and slammed down his utensils as the king continued to stare him down. "Well, I was doing your busy work because you are too lazy to do it yourself. Someone around here has to run the kingdom…"

He picked up his fork, ready to continue eating as his father downed the rest of his wine and threw the glass at his son, which shattered as it hit his shoulder. "You little disrespectful prick!" He shouted, causing everyone in the room - except for the queen, Bulma, Chi Chi, and Vegeta - to flee before things got too out of control. "You are nothing! You know nothing and everything you ever do will add up to nothing!"

"Vegeta…" The queen mumbled, trying to shush her husband before he went too far.

Vegeta stopped eating once more, throwing his napkin on his food and rolled his eyes. "What is all this about, old man?" He sighed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, glaring at his father.

The king shook his head, stood up and proceeded towards the doors. "I'm done…" He trailed off and left the dining hall.

The queen let out a loud sigh but composed herself. "Well, that went well." She smiled. "Cheers!" She drank the rest of her wine as the two other women sat, exchanging nervous looks between each other as they pondered what the hell just happened.

The prince excused himself as he arose from the table. He kissed his mother on the cheek and left the room. The two girls shortly followed him and they made their ways back to the sleeping quarters.


Bulma broke the weird silence with a burst of laughter. "Well, there's what you have to look forward to with the 'in-laws.'"

Chi Chi shook her head, still in shock about what happened. "This marriage is not going to work…"

Bulma continued to grin and put her around her friend, trying to comfort her as much as she could but secretly, she found the whole scene hilarious and entertaining.

Finally, they reached Chi Chi's personal suite and Bulma hugged her friend a goodnight before continuing her journey further down the hallway. She turned the corner and ran into the prince once again. Fortunately, this time they simply 'bumped' into each other.

"Great, well, I guess I should have expected this…" Bulma said, staring into the face of the prince.

"Oh don't even start woman. I'm not in the mood…" He trailed off, attempting to push his way past her.

"And you usually are in the mood? Oh, dinner AND a show. I'm impressed." She smirked.

He rolled his eyes and continued to walk away from Bulma but turned and shouted "I just wanted you to meet the family…" A small smirk played at his lips. She watched him disappear into the darkened hallways.

Bulma finally arrived at her suite, the prince still on her mind. She thought about her surprise encounters with him and it brought a small smile to her face. Bulma was about to enter her room when she noticed a small note laying on the ground in front of the double doors.

She bent down and read the scribbled writing.

I found our 'run-ins' amusing. I look forward to the next one. -Vegeta


Author's Note: I hope you liked it! Definitely not the best chapter but I figured I needed to start developing the plot somehow, so it's kinda boring. The chapters will get more exciting, I promise! Please review! I love hearing from you.