Chapter Twelve

Is it a dream?

"I shall be the best!"

'The best?' She was the best, hands down! She pushed herself up from her bed, and glanced around the room. Only to find that she was alone, she was laying on a bed with soft satin white sheets in the middle of nowhere. Her long blue hair tumbled down her shoulder to and stopped mid-back. She pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear.

"What is going on?! Where are you, I heard you!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs, she couldn't be crazy.

"Baka onna! What are you doing? Why the hell are you screaming?" The voice was deep and scolding.

"Wha-"Bulma words fell short, as she realized who the voice belonged to. She had despised that voice; she didn't understand how they could have come across each other. "Where are you?!"

Bulma felt herself being pulled into a strong embrace and with no thoughts she begun to fight capture. "Let me go you asshole take your hands off me right now! How dare you try and kidnap me! And how dare you call me a Baka, you're the baka"

"I am the Prince and your mate so don't you dare speak to me again like that, baka!" Prince Vegeta roared as he loosened his grip on her.

Bulma pushed out of his grasp and crawled forward, "Where are we? Why have you brought me here? Aren't you happy enough that you're going to mate with me and have my planet under your ruling? Or do you have to torture me as well?"

"Baka onna, what the hell are you talking about?" He gritted his teeth, and begun to hover over the bed.

"I know you did this? I'm so sick and tired of being on your planet and sick and tired of looking at you! And I'm sick of tired of your mouth, I didn't have to be here and I don't have to be here! You are impossible, you are tried raping me before and I refuse to let you do it to me again!" Bulma lashed, her eyes filled with raged and it was all centered on the Prince of all Saya-Jins.

"Rape? I don't have to rape my mate, Baka onna I will have you without force. Your body belongs to me," he lashed, and grabbed her by the arms pulling her to him. He stared her in the eyes reflecting back the same amount of rage within her own through his, and calmly told her; "I have no need to rape you. When I mate with you, you will beg me to continue and then you'll see torture."

Bulma gulped and sunk within his grasp, he intimidated her in a way that she had never been. 'Just your luck- you're going to live with an asshole'

"Why are we-"

"Princess?"

A light tap on the shoulder awaken the blue hair vixen from her sleep, and the bellowing cries of the elder woman. Her head was pounding, and her body felt weak as though she had been through a war. She glanced around only to find herself beneath the satin red sheets that on her bed. She was in the castle again, again? Or had she been there the entire time and it was only a dream. 'That was no dream,' she told herself, she sighed.

"My oh my, Princess you seem to have a fever," Yamaie cried, as she ran her hand along Bulma's forehead. She made a quick examination; she pressed her hand against her neck and then her shoulder. She stopped at the bite mark when she noticed that…it seem to have become swollen slightly. "Oh dear, this can't be good. Are you fine Princess?"

Bulma could hear ever word that Yamaie had said, but her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat. Fear begun to overwhelm her, 'What's happening to me?' she begun to pat her neck, harder each time in attempt to speak. However, Yamaie soon grasped hold of her hands and pushed them away. " What is wrong with you? Have you taken something?"

Bulma fell limply into the bed her hands falling on her chest, and her aqua blue eyes begun to flicker with a fire they've never held before. Yamaie bit her bottom lip as she begun to shake her violently, " Wake up Princess! Wake up!"

"What is the matter?!" The deep roar created silence through the room except for the chattering of Yamaie's leg. The old woman begun to pray silently as the voice sunk in, and her fear was so apparent. "What is wrong with the girl?"

" Um..sir, it seems as if she is in a trance….I can't wake her, and um- she has a very high fever," Yamaie told, through chattered teeth. Yamaie turned to face the king, and seen a number of women behind him. He made his way over to the bed with such poise, one couldn't tell he murder many.

He examined her, well more so the mark on her neck and the intensity of her eyes and with a silently hand gesture he informed the women to take her. "They shall bring her to the healing chamber; once she is awake I want her to be in the dinning room. She and I alone will be having dinner!"

Yamaie could only nod as she scurried behind the girls, praying that Bulma would be fine.

a/n: Not much proof reading, I need a proof reader please!!!! I also need some reviews.