His people knew him as a man of a few words but a fiery temper. In a society ruled by strength the occasional murder or beating of subordinates was considered a norm. However there was a small group of people called the Royal Council, who did not share the general fearful respect for the newly crowned King. The Council had been in power for years, especially since the previous King did not care much about economics, politics and other trivial matters. The natural death of the old King did not help the new King in any way as well. For many generations it was the role of the Prince to step up to his father, beat him severely or even to death and take the throne. However the young Prince was away when the old King fell ill, and even if he was present his genuine care for the old man would have prevented him from finishing him off in the traditional way. His nation was ruled by strength, and even though he was known for his temper and brutality, the Council doubted if he was fit enough to be King.

Since the crowning less than three months ago, the Council constantly opposed his ideas and plans. They had insisted on many things he thought stupid. And his patience was quickly running out. Contrary to his father he knew a lot about economy and politics, and contrary to what the Council thought he was capable of ruling without them. By insisting and objecting the Council was idiotically risking their position as well as lives, and their current actions were proof of that.

The main topic of insistence was the issue of the royal bloodline, its purity and continuation. They had repeatedly demanded that he wed a chosen by them Saiyan warrioress, some were even bold enough to straight forwardly push their own daughters or kin at him. The more they pressed on him, there more he felt like killing them all in one go. They were saved only by a single factor, his knowledge about politics and diplomacy. Ruling without a council at all, might cause a public uproar, dealing with other empires would be even more difficult and keeping the army in check would also be more time consuming. It was easier to keep them, however he had the need of showing he was the King, and putting them back into place. He didn't need a Queen; his nation didn't have a Queen for the last 25 years, so as a people they did not need a Queen. His father married at the age of almost 60, after ruling for 15 years alone and only ruled for 3 years together with his Queen. Saiyans lived long lives, so the young King felt absolutely no pressure to secure the bloodline just yet, even more so to meet the orders of the Council.

Those and many other thought went through the monarch head while watching his new pet on the stage and devising his master plan of putting the Council in their place. She would do just fine.

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She had been pushed off, and taken back stage. From the roar in the room she could easily tell her sale was a big event. A huge bald man approached her, and took her into one of the small rooms at the back of the building. She vaguely wondered if this was her new owner and what he would do with her. He was really big and dressed in fancy armour. He looks rich enough to buy a slave all for himself, she thought. But once in the back he did not touch or speak to her. He swiftly bent down, a bit too swiftly for her eyes to follow, and touched her ankle. She jumped surprised at the touch, and even more so when she noticed she had a metal bracelet on her leg. She wanted to speak to him ask him who he was, and what that was, but the knowledge of her lack of voice stopped her.

Nappa was fascinated with this little creature his beloved King had purchased. He could easily understand why he chose her, she was exquisite. Her looks breathtaking and inspiring lust. He already knew she was muted by her handler, so he was surprised with the fierce eyes, and questioning look on her face. Her spirit was not broken, and breaking is one of the things Saiyans like best.

"Do you understand Saiya'go?" He asked, but from her eyes it was evident she did not understand.

"Do you speak Universal Standard?" He continued interrogating, and her eyes lighted up and he was sure she understood. She quickly nodded.

"You will follow me without any tricks." The old Saiyan told her. "I'm not in the mood of running after you, or hitting you for disobedience. So just be a good girl and shut up and come with me." She glared at him when he told her to shut up; she had been muted for heaven's sake. He just laughed seeing her glare. She was going to be fun to have around.

She pointed to the bracelet. "Oh you're curious about that little thing. Well it's a slave bracelet. It marks you as property, and those symbols say to whom you belong. It also tracks your location, so running away is pointless. And I must warn you little one, if you try to take it off it might actually explode." He smiled as if he just told a hilarious joke.

He pulled her out of the room, and lifted her from the ground. She squirmed feeling his muscular arms around her and yelped at the sensation of flying. She was really scared, but the feeling of the hot air against her skin in flight was pleasant thing to experience. They headed towards a huge building on the outskirts of the town. To her it seemed to be a palace of some kind, with tall towers, golden walls, and huge gardens surrounding it. A palace fit for a king, she thought. But what kind of King would rule this kind of brutal people.

He landed with her in one of the gardens and called a maid as soon as he entered. He quickly gave orders to the maid, and the servant swiftly showed the girl the way to her new home. Her bedroom on Earth was big for human standards, but this room was even bigger. There was huge bed in the middle, a sight that made her shake in realisation what normally was supposed to happen there. There were beautiful carpets on the floor, little furniture, but the room was decorated in style. The maid quickly showed her the way to the bathroom, and the second door lead to a spacious but empty wardrobe. Bulma looked around with fear in her eyes, but both Nappa and the maid noticed that she was by no standards dumb folded by the extravagance of the chamber. Nappa quickly nodded at the maid, and they both left. Bulma heard the door close, and click signalling it was locked shut.