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A/N � My man is snoring loudly in my bedroom at the
moment (too much wine) and I�m being prevented from sleeping, so I figured that
I would just type out a chapter since I often write well when I�m under
sleepless-pressure! Enjoy! Oh yes � the POV changes abruptly in the middle of
this chapter!

~*~

The Saiya-jin temple
was perhaps the oldest structure on the planet Vegeta, it was so old that the
building was located out in the barren wasteland surrounding the city � the
wasteland that the saiyans had inhabited before they had fought the Tuffles for
control of the planet. Its walls were made of sandstone and blended almost
seamlessly into the surrounding desert and was only visible by the giant shadow
that it cast upon the burning sands.

It was a massive
building, and it sat in the sand like an old hunched animal that was too set in
its ways to move. Pillars red stone held the roof aloft, while thick sandstone
bricks kept those inside safe from the harsh desert sun and wind. The building
was unnerving cool inside despite the hot desert outside, which was a good
thing because today it was crowded with a huge mass of people � all of whom had
turned out to see the wedding of the crown prince Vegeta.

Inside, the temple was
as bare and drab as it had been the day it was built. Only a blue marble alter
broke the monotonous red sandstone. Way above, the roof stretched into darkness
and only the moving clouds of scented incense were visible above the crowd�s
heads. Scattered amongst the throng of bodies were cameras and live COM links
that were televising the weddings proceedings live to the nation.

Amongst all the noise
and music and building sense of excitement one man was still - the bridegroom.
Vegeta had never been much of a romantic, nor had he ever spent any large part
of his life dreaming of his wedding day. Knowing this, he probably shouldn�t
have been surprised to find himself standing at the alter with his mind on the
approaching war instead of the approaching bride, but Vegeta did somehow find
it in himself to be mildly amused by his indifference to his future wife -
especially when Zucchini looked ravishing in her wedding gown.

He may not have liked the woman or felt any
real emotion for her, but she did look stunning dressed in the royal colour of
blue. Or maybe it was just that the dress was stunning on Zucchini? The rich
vibrant colours and the daring cut of the dress made it plain that the designer
had been of human descent. As the princess drew closer, making her way through
the crowded temple like a glowing iridescent ghost, Vegeta became certain that
it was the dress that was catching his attention.

The dress was
something that Bulma would have worn�

Vegeta clenched his fists as another thought
of the blasted blue haired slave popped unbidden into his mind. Was he so
emotionally frail that he couldn�t control his own thoughts? He had never felt
even the tiniest bit of fleeting concern for any of the other women who had
passed through his life. Not once had he regretted hurting, maiming or killing
any of the wenches that he�d bedded, neither had he been pestered by thoughts
of them once they had gone.

But then he�d never
had a lover for as long as he�d had Bulma. There had been something about her
that had made him weak, something about her fragile little body that had made
her crave it all the more. She had shown him something that no other woman had
ever been able to before, and that was that there was more then just sex to a
relationship.

He hadn�t loved her,
the very concept of love was alien to Vegeta, but he had felt an attachment to
her that he found unnerving. In bed she was a dream and out of bed she was just
as entertaining - if a little infuriating at times. He had mocked his father
for becoming attached to the whore Ilandra, but he himself had become just as
childishly attached to Bulma. He missed having her with him at night, he missed
the smell of her fear and most of all he missed seeing that trapped look in her
eyes change into lust as he aroused her.

Vegeta swallowed hard
as Zucchini came to a stop beside him, her face oddly pale and her eyes
suspiciously wide and wild. Her gaze flickered to him briefly then away, coming
to rest on Kakarot who was standing to attention with the other guards against
the wall. Vegeta sighed slightly and resigned himself to a life empty of sexual
gratification as the priest stepped forward to perform the solemn duty of
marrying the future rulers of the Saiya-jin Empire.

~*~

I
think I�m going to die. Yes. I most definitely am going to die sometime soon.
How did I ever think I could live with such a man? He�s so cold�so empty. No
matter how handsome he looks, you can see in his eyes a type of cold
indifference that sends shivers up even the most battle -hardened saiyan�s
spine. The look in his eyes says more then words ever could. This is a man who
enjoys watching other people in pain. A man who takes pleasure in the differing
of others.

And
I am to become his wife.

I
was brought up knowing that one day I would marry Prince Vegeta and become the
queen of the saiyan race, but I never truly thought that the day would come. I
certainly never imagined that my wedding day would be so joyless and that I
would feel so scared about what was to come.

Every
girl wants to become queen!

My
father said that to me once during one of his many and seemingly unending
lectures about what my duties would be once I was the established co-ruler of
the Saiyajin Empire. Funny. While other saiyan children were learning how to
fight, I was learning how to govern people, how to lead and empower the masses.
Had I not shown a surprising aptitude for fighting then I believe my skills
would have gone neglected until it was too late�

Too
late for what? To late to be able to defend myself when the time came? Defend
myself from whom? From my future husband? From the ever present threat posed by
Frieza? From the countless other saiyan females who would gladly fight me for
the prestigious position by Vegeta�s side? Ha! What women!

I
do not think many women would willingly rule with Vegeta. His reputation is
more then widespread � it�s almost legendary. Monstrous and nightmarish but
still legendary. Even now as I drift through the crowd, my facesingsing through
shadow and light, I can see something primitive and nightmarish watching me
from behind his eyes. Not the Oozaroo, for no saiyan fears their inner beast.
No, there is something else inside Vegeta�s head. Something unhealthy.

My
father doesn�t trust out new king, he believes that Vegeta plans to disband the
councilors and turn the empire back into a dictatorship where his word is
final. I don�t know what to think. Father says to watch Vegeta. To watch him
and if it looks as though he�s going to turn against them then I must tell
father so they can seize power�and protect the people.

I�I
do not know if I will tell my father if Vegeta does plan to disband the
council. I want what�s best for the Saiyajin people and I do not think the
council is serving the needs of the many. Perhaps in times of peace it worked
well but with the coming war everything must be debated and voted upon. I do
not know of Vegeta�s war plans but my fathers are not plans so much as a
negotiated defeat to Frieza.

How
I wish I knew what Vegeta was thinking. He loathes me. I see it in his face, in
his touch and in his words. Beyond his distaste for me I know nothing about
him. Strange as it is, I almost wish that his blue haired earth whore were
still with us�perhaps I could have asked her how she had entrapped him. Perhaps
not. I don�t think I wish to know why it is that a saiyan king prefers a weak
human whore to a powerful saiyan princess. I think I despised her merely
because I was jealous of the ease in which she had ensnared Vegeta.

She
hated him; I know that now. Looking back I cans see that every time that blue
haired girl looked at Vegeta she felt naught but hatred for what he had done to
her. So why did she lash out so jealously at me? Strange to think that the
human girl and I are but a year apart in our age difference, she seemed much
younger then I. I think that under her hatred of Vegeta she was fighting an
attraction to him. Was she frightened of him? Did her heart pound when she
caught sight of him, like mine is pounding?

I�m
so close to him now I can feel energy radiating off him. The priest is coming
towards us, his hands raised to give the ceremonial blessing. Oh God! I don�t
want to fail as a Saiyajin ruler! I have to provide an heir but, oh god please
listen, I�m frightened of what this man will do to me once we are along. I
don�t want to marry him!

I
don�t love him!

I
love someone who I shouldn�t. I love someone who I�ve only seen a few times and
who I�ve spoken to even less. I don�t want to let Vegeta touch me when all of
my senses scream that it is this other man who I should be sharing my life, and
my bed, with. Does Vegeta feel like this about his little blue haired Earth
whore? Is he standing here wishing that I were her? I wish I could somehow
forget about my duties. I wish I could run away with my love and forget about
conceiving an heir and co-ruling an Empire that is destined to fall.

tyletyle='margin-bottom:12.0pt;tab-stops:36.0pt 172.5pt'> I
can see my love, watching me from the side of the monolithicldinlding, his face
half hidden in shadows. He�s so handsome in his Royal Guard uniform. He looks
so dangerous and so wild�so different to Vegeta.

I
don�t want to die�

~*~

A/N
� See? Abrupt and confusing�but I wanted to show some insight into Zucchini�s
mind. She isn�t the bitch she pretends to be! Lemme know what you think!
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