Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ tHe DeStInY oF ChAlLeNgE ❯ The Challenge Is Made... ( Chapter 1 )

The Destiny of Challenge

~Disclaimer- Obviously I do not own DBZ!

~Author's Note- Thanks ZeKintha, Vegeta's Star, and Mushi-azn for reviewing. Hope you like it and I hope to receive more reviews (preferably good ones lol)…thanks again, Viny88.

Vegeta~24

Chi Chi~20

Bulma~21

Chapter 1~The Challenge Is Made

Everything throughout the entire palace was hectic. People were dashing around everywhere! The only one that wasn't bouncing off the walls was Prince Vegeta, now being 24 he was soon to look for mate. Every single woman, even if old, was excited by this notation. With his gravity defying, ebony hair that seemed to light like fire drew every girl closer to him. Like there really was gravity between him and every woman he came across. After being pushed away by the first girl he made a move on he vowed that that would never happen again, and to this point in time it hadn't! His perfectly sculptured body lured women in, just wanting to be held by him. To top it all off his dark onyx eyes that hid him so well, all emotions, and yet gave him an irresistible image. Just when everyone thought it couldn't get any better his voice, so deep, and his sexy smirk. He wasn't your average bad boy…what else could a girl want?

Today was actually the Prince's birthday and his very first day of being eligible for a mate. Though what many of the women didn't know was…him! Almost anyone that came across him would describe him as arrogant at first thought. Though the question is, Is there more to the dark dashing Prince of Vegeta-sei?

In the palace walls-

The Prince of Vegeta-sei was walking towards the royal kitchen just as a young slave, probably the age of 14, was passing by. Her eyes were on the prince with every movement that he made. This started to irritate the prince so he decided to quicken his pace. To his dismay the girl quickened his pace along with him. Until finally he came to a complete stop, just as he did so, she followed shortly after. He then turned to the girl and glared at her, anger apparent in his eyes. Slightly frightened she bowed.

"What do you think you're doing?! Be gone with you already!" he snapped.

The girl took a few steps back instantly, and slowly began to speak.

"I'm sorry sire, though I have strict orders to follow you…sire."

Vegeta's mouth gapped open.

"What! Who are these orders from?"

The girl tried to prevent the tears that were so close to coming,

"The…the…King sire."

Vegeta's eyes began to squint and his eyebrows furrowed in his anger.

"Well then here are your new orders…get away from me before I send you to hell where you belong!" he barked.

The girl was gone with in a matter of seconds running to get away for the infuriated prince. Though the prince simply continued on his way towards the royal kitchen. As he got there the doors were locked and sealed shut. He rolled his eyes as he remembered what his father had said to him only a few days earlier `If you ever break those dame doors again I swear you shall not eat for an entire day! I'm sick of replacing them; you need to learn how to become more patient. Besides if you are to become King you must be patient, so quit acting up and just wait for vegeta-sei's sake!' Vegeta decided to placate his father just this once and left the doors closed. As he started to walk towards his room his stomach growled. The Prince took matters to his own hands and decided

"Father never said anything about the slave kitchen doors." He spoke to himself out loud and began to chuckle.

Meanwhile at Lord Zaladar's estate-

The slave young slave woman continued scrubbing the tile floor that she was knelt down on just as her master had instructed her to do so. Trying to remain calm as one of the other slaves of the estate kept yapping at her.

"Yamcha! Can't you see I'm working?" she barked glaring at him bitterly.

The astonished look on Yamcha's face slowly formed back to his puppy dogface.

"But Bulma babe…" he pleaded.

The blue haired female groaned and tried to maintain her temper,

"Beat it Yamcha!"

Yamcha walked off defeated kicking up small pebbles off the ground. `I don't understand! All the other girls can't with stand my puppy face…' he thought to himself silently heading off towards the main house.

Bulma fought her rage as she thought of the persistent Yamcha. Unlike all the other slave girls she found him quite annoying. She reluctantly stood up on her aching legs and trotted towards the kitchen to fix dinner for herself and mostly all the other residents of the large estate. After being a low class slave from the time she got there at the age of eleven she had come quite far. Now she was of a higher rank and was able to manage all the other slaves in the manner. She almost felt as if she was an employee rather then a slave, and was happy that she was treated as if that was so for the most part. Once she reached the kitchen counter she took a seat on one of the small stools and rested her head on the clean counter. Minutes passed before she was happily asleep and dreaming of the day that she would have her own home to manage. Not to mention her own mate to love. Though to her dismay she felt that she would never reach these goals…

Meanwhile in the slave kitchen of the royal palace-

All eyes fell on the dark figure that entered the room. As soon as the slaves realized who they were looking at they immediately bowed. The Prince rolled his eyes while requesting them to stand. They did as they were told though kept their eyes on the Prince, their superior and ruler. An elderly slave approached the Prince Vegeta, bowing, he then began to speak,

"Sire, how may we assist you?"

The prince smirked at the old mans courage to approach him.

"First you can start by getting out of my way old man…then you all can make my lunch. Why else would I come to a kitchen?" he snapped…trying to maintain his composure and pride intact.

The old man grinned as he could see that it was somewhat of a cover and did as asked. He stepped aside and started instructing the other slaves about. The prince crossed his arms across his chest and searched for somewhere to sit while he waited for his food. As he turned around he saw an older male slave, not quite as old as the last but old enough, snarling at him. The slave's eyes were full of hate. Just before the Prince could say something a guard entered the room, he stopped midway gawking at the Prince. Seeing one of the royals in one of the slaves quarters wasn't quite usual. The Princes eyes then fell on the guard and he just stared at him awaiting the moment that the guard would close his mouth.

"What are you gawking at! Shut your dame mouth!" he barked.

The guard pulled himself together and went into an attention stance.

"Sorry sire, I was surprised to find you here." The guard said lowly.

The Prince wasn't in a good mood as was and definitely wasn't in the mood to explain himself to his father or anyone as a matter of fact. He mumbled something under his breath irritated that the guard was even there. Not to mention that he was hungry!

Shortly after three women came up to the Prince holding platters,

"Your food, sire…as you requested." One said meekly.

She then led him to a small table. A few other slaves quickly cleared the table off and laid a small sheet from the royal linen. Then they placed the trays down. The Prince walked over and took his seat, immediately starting to dig in to the delicate gourmet. He was so influenced in the food before him he didn't realize the guard ran off. As the guard was dashing down the halls he abruptly hit into another guard. They both fell to the ground. As the second guard stood,

"What do you think you're doing! Can't you see me?" the superior guard barked.

The other guard explained himself and started back in the direction he was first headed. Rotaneon (superior guard) started to walk off muttering things to himself,

"The Prince in the servants quarters…eating! I bet he wants a concubine again…" he chuckled to himself and continued towards the slave's kitchen.

"I have to see this for myself!" he said lowly.

About 5 minutes later the guard was at the doors of the slave's kitchen. As he entered he was astonished to actually see the Prince of all Saiyans sitting at a small table eating!

"I guess that guard wasn't just drunk…" he said as he approached the Prince slowly.

"Hello sire, I'm surprised to see you here…sire." The guard said trying to hide his amusement.

The Prince didn't even bother to look up to the guard, rather continued eating.

"This amuses you, does it." The Prince said plainly…the prince had been trained to recognize all emotions of those he encountered. For it was his job…as King he would use this skill frequently though for now it was more of practice in a way. The guard stepped back a bit surprised that he noticed though he regained his composure quickly. Before he could answer the Prince cut in,

"I wouldn't lie if I were you. That would only lead you to death. I advise you that you rethink your words." The Prince said with venom in his voice.

The guard tried to choose his words wisely as he spoke,

"Sorry sire, I meant no disrespect. I…I…" Rotaneon began to stutter.

The Prince sighed annoyed, "Whatever…just be quiet!" he snapped.

The guard complied and simply stood there until the Prince had finished eating. The guard started to regain his confidence as he spoke,

"So sire, are you looking for playmates down here?" while smirking.

The Prince was offended and it was obvious.

"Hold your tongue before I send you to the next dimension!" he almost shouted as he stood up grabbing the guard by the neck.

Suddenly a slave stood,

"It's not like it would be the first time you pulled a stunt like this…" a slave said with anger.

The Prince threw the guard against a wall and turned towards the slave that was speaking. It was the same old saiyan he had seen earlier up against a corner.

"Don't you recall Prince?" the slave said mockingly.

All the other slaves became quiet as they watched the older slave stand in front of the strong, young prince. Many were whispering "See I told you he had gone mad! Ever since he lost his daughter."

As the Prince heard this he immediately recognized the man, for he was the father of the blue haired girl that had been killed so many years ago. He could tell because shortly after her death the very same man attempted to attack him though failed miserably.

"You recognize me don't you? You killed my daughter! You killed her! You lied!" the slave broke out as he fell to his knees.

The slave stood trying to keep his strength.

"Be quiet old fool! How dare you accuse me of lying! Before I decide to kill you go back to your little corner weakling!" the Prince snapped as his patience started to fade and his anger growing.

Though the slave did not oblige instead he stood strong.

"You accuse me of being weak when you couldn't even survive a month through what I under go each day as a slave!" he spat out.

The infuriated Prince threw the slave to the floor. His power level started to rise as he formed a ki blast. Though before he could throw it at the weak slave he heard his fathers voice. The Prince sighed knowing that his father would never let him leave easy after this episode. The prince only could hope that his father hadn't heard too much…though he would still mock him constantly and he knew it. As he turned to his father, King Vegeta, he could see the smirk forming on his face.

"Dare I ask what you are doing here, let alone what your doing." The King spoke with a taunting tone.

The Prince rolled his eyes annoyed with the pleasure that his father was getting with this situation.

"Father this doesn't concern you!" the Prince grumbled.

"Quite the contrary my son (emphasizing son) this does concern me to the least…for I am the King and this is my palace…and whatever occurs in this palace or the entire planet Vegeta-sei concerns me. Since this is occurring in the palace and this palace is on Vegeta-sei it does concern me!" he spoke nonchalantly.

The King smirked in triumph.

"Yes, and there are MANY other things occurring in this palace and on Vegeta-sei…and I'm the Prince, heir to the throne, I can handle this myself. Not to mention I'm the strongest being in the universe! You need not be here father!" Prince Vegeta spoke trying to maintain his composure.

"Why how could you be the strongest being if you couldn't even survive a month as a slave, according to one of your subjects…a palace slave." The King said amused.

He chuckled lightly trying not to break out in hysterical laughter.

"Why is that a challenge, father?!?" the Prince snapped.

"I suppose it is, son." The King spat back while smirking.

The King Vegeta then simply turned around and began to leave the room,

"Come along oh mighty heir to the throne, dinner will be ready shortly and besides this isn't how you should be celebrating your birthday now is it?" The King spoke mockingly.

The Prince began to grit his teeth and followed the exiting figure. It then dawned him that most likely he was going to end up living as a slave for an entire month. `I can do that with ease…my father is such a fool! I'll show him.' The Prince Vegeta thought to himself.

Meanwhile at Lord Zaladar's Estate-

Bulma could feel her body being shook as she began to open her eyes. One of the salves was trying to tell her something but Bulma couldn't make out what she was saying from being so tired. As she started to awake a little more she nodded in agreement to what the slave girl had just said to her.

"But Bulma it's already 1600!" the slave girl whined.

"What!" Bulma immediately came to attention as she heard this.

For she had to have dinner ready by 1800.

"I…I…can't believe I let myself sleep this long! Yikes! Okay, okay, I can do this…"

`I can do this' Bulma thought to herself trying to reassure her uneasy thoughts.

"Hurry and get at least 10 other women while I get the pans out…we only have till 1800 so we gotta make this quick!" the blue haired female barked.

Once the other slave women entered the kitchen they immediately did as told. Bulma kept barking out orders making sure everyone stayed on task. Shortly after the sweet aroma of the delicacies they had made could be smelt throughout the entire manor. Bulma sighed in relief, though then started to instruct the others to help her set the tables.

"I'll handle Lord Zaladar's setting and you all can set ours and the other employees of the estate." Bulma spoke.

Everyone knew when she spoke of "employees" she was referring to them. She didn't believe that the word slaves suited them and she thought that they deserved better than that title. With that they all dispersed and Bulma walked out of the room heading to where the Lord and Lady usually ate their meals.

Meanwhile Back at the Palace-

The Prince reluctantly entered the royal dinning room knowing that the conversations that were inevitably to occur would be interesting none the less. For sure the Queen, his mother, would have heard of the incidents earlier that day and what most definitely have something to say about the situation. Not to mention his father who none the less took great pleasure in the entire thing.

"I can't wait until I'm of a higher rank than that dame bastard of a father I have, as King." Prince Vegeta growled lowly.

"Now you mustn't really mean that." King Vegeta's voice came mockingly.

"Oh, you must have noticed father." The Prince spoke back annoyed.

"That's enough you two!" came a feminine voice…soft and soothing… `It must be mother' Vegeta thought to himself.

She walked in with a scowl on her face. Before another word could be said the servants entered the room with many trays of food. More than usual due to the occasion, not only was it the Prince's birthday but it was the first day as an eligible saiyan. The King was about to speak but his mate glared at him evilly as she spoke,

"There will be no discussion of today's events while we eat." She said sternly.

Neither argued with her as she continued to eat in silence. After the Queen had her fill she sat silently waiting for the two men to finish as well. Shortly after Vegeta was done only to be followed by the King. They looked up at each other. Prince Vegeta glaring hard at his foolish father, in his opinion. Though of course King Vegeta was the first to speak,

"So, when do you become my slave…son? Or are you not up for the challenge.." the King chuckled knowing that Vegeta's pride would never let him reject a challenge.

The Queen's eyes shot at her mate like daggers,

"I heard of what was said earlier, and I know you Vegeta. You won't reject a challenge as such though the only way I see it fit is if the one that you are to call `master' shouldn't actually know who you are. Since it's obvious that they wouldn't treat you like they would that of a slave." His mother spoke softly though sternly so it would get through their thick heads.

"But dear you must know I would treat him as one of my slaves." The King chuckled with the thought on how much fun this was going to be.

"No, I believe that our son should leave the palace walls to see how he would be treated as a slave in reality. This would also be a good experience to see the people that he would rule one day as they are in reality and not just being placated because he is the Prince of Vegeta-sei!" the Queen spoke, her annoyance with her mate was becoming apparent as she glared at him with threatening eyes.

Prince Vegeta smirked at this and nodded his head approvingly to his mother gaining a scowl from his father.

"Humph…I guess." The King agreed hesitantly.

The Queen smiled and pondered thinking where she would send her son off too. She didn't wish for her only offspring to be with a harsh saiyan so she was trying to think of somewhere that he would be safe though not treated as a Prince. The two Vegeta's noticed that she was in thought and so remained silent.

"I believe that you should partake in a nobles manner. Most of the nobles know you though a few have only seen you as a baby. So, shall not recognize you my son. There is Lady Ellitet, Lady Jamance, and Lord Zaladar that you may choose to go to. I'm in favor of Lord Zaladar, for he is not one that is cruel to slaves. Though you shall learn how it feels to be one at his estate I'm assured of that." The Queen said this like she was giving a speech to all of Vegeta-sei.

Prince Vegeta tried to remember this Lord Zaladar though no memories were there.

"I accept." King Vegeta spoke dryly, for he liked the idea of having his son as his own slave much more intriguing.

Though the King knew it would be useless to argue with his mate whose mind was obviously already made up. The Prince turned to his father and smirked evilly at his father uneasiness. Then turning back to his mother he nodded his head approvingly.

"Good! You can leave tomorrow, the sooner the better." The King said as he chuckled.

The thought of getting rid of his arrogant son was too good to be true!

The Prince frowned at his father's giddiness though returned his attention to his mother as she smiled soothingly.

"Yes, I agree that you should be off by tomorrow morning as not to rise suspision among the palace. No one shall know of this arrangement, it will be said that you are off with a girl in the country. The saiyans of Vegeta-sei will be so busy gossiping about the Prince and a mystery woman to further push the issue that you're gone." The Queen spoke softly as to not let anyone else but the three hear what was said.

The Prince knelt his head down and sighed though he maintained his composure.

"I'm going to retire to my room." The Prince growled as he left the room.

`Living with dirty slaves for a month! My dame father will pay for this.' The Prince thought angrily as he strutted towards his room. As he walked in the soft carpets ruffled as he stood on them. A four-post bed stood at the middle of the room. His whole room reminded him of his mother since she has designed basically his whole room. The Prince growled and then sighed as he jumped onto his bed. He fell swiftly asleep as his head hit the cushioned pillow. For tomorrow he was going to go from royalty all the way to no more than a common slave.

Meanwhile Back at the Royal Dinning Room-

The Queen stood and began to walk towards the door. The King was still sitting at the table as she left. As soon as she exited the large doors two guards spotted her and approached her. They were royal guards and were to escort her to her room. Once they reached the Queens room she signaled them to leave with a flick of her hand. They did as told and left the Queens presence. She then entered her room and sat next to a small machine. With the sound of her voice it came to life, lighting up. A voice then responded,

"Who do you wish to transmit a call to?" the artificial voice spoke.

"Transmit the call to exd. 17795, Lord Zaladar as the recipient." The Queen spoke.

"Enter your message now…" the voice spoke once more.

"Lord Zaladar, this is Queen Loralie speaking…I have an available male servant. I believe you would have interest in taking him. Though I need him out of the palace by tomorrow morning. Do you accept?' the Queen spoke softly.

As the Queen said this she couldn't help but think she was forgetting something. Though she couldn't quite place it. This situation seemed familiar…she dismissed the feeling and awaited the Lords response.

Meanwhile at Lord Zaladar's Estate-

Lord Zaladar sat quietly reading on the couch trying to concentrate on what the moral to the story was. All of the sudden he jumped startled from the flickering light inside his bedroom. He got up setting his book down on a near by coffee table and walked towards the persistent machine. He pressed a small button to receive the call. The Queens face appeared on the small screen as she spoke. He was a little surprised to hear from the Queen though no more than he was the last time she called. Once again it had to do with a slave. He chuckled a little that this was the second time. `I feel like the rescuer…I wonder what this slave did' Lord Zaladar thought to himself as he grinned.

"Yes, I am interested my Queen. I'm glad you have contacted me for I am in need of a strong male sla…servant. You may send him tomorrow, I'll send one of my guards to collect him. Along with payment for him, your highness." The Lord spoke lowly.

The screen blinked,

"Is this your response message to call exd. 15567?" the same artificial tone spoke.

"Yes." Lord Zaladar said sternly.

"Sending now…" the voice said as it transmitted the message in response.

Back In Queen Loralie's Bedroom-

The message from Lord Zaladar entered the Queens caller. As she heard this she smiled, for she knew this would be the best bet for her dearest son. `I believe he will learn from this experience' the Queen thought to herself.

"I wonder what Lord Zaladar will do when he finds out that he has been ordering the Prince of all saiyans around." She giggled under her breath.

"Thank-you Lord Zaladar that will be all." The Queen spoke out towards the machine.

"Do you wish to send this as response to call exd. 15568?" the machine asked.

"Yes, after the message is transmitted you may return to your slumber." The Queen said as she walked away towards her nightstand.

The machine did as told, transmitting the message and shutting down. The Queen sighed in relief that Lord Zaladar agreed though she was saddened that she would not see her only son for quite a while after the night passed. Before she knew it she drifted off into slumber with her head on the night stand. Shortly after the King entered the room, seeing his mate sleeping he tried to be quiet. He lifted her up in his arms and set her on the bed. She turned a bit but remained asleep. He then moved the other side and slipped in falling asleep with a grin on his face.

Meanwhile Back at Lord Zaladar's Room-

The message came through and he sighed in relief. He was dreadfully tired and wished to join his mate in slumber. He trotted off to the bedroom and entered the bed as he slid under the covers. Cuddling with his mate and falling to sleep shortly after.

The Slaves Quarters of Lord Zaladar's Estate-

The blue haired slave along with 4 other female slaves were cleaning up the dishes so they wouldn't have to the next day. Bulma sighed while she walked towards the small area where she would sleep. Another followed shortly behind but 2 of the slaves kept cleaning the dishes. About an half an hour later they were finished and trotted over to their resting places. Though the blue haired female had retreated to her room an half an hour earlier she was still awake…mostly because she was speaking to her best friend. She had dark ebony hair that she usually wore in a bun, along with dark black eyes. She smiled at her best friend Chi Chi as her friend returned her smile.

"Ok well I guess we better go to sleep since tomorrow we'll still have lots of work to do." Chi chi said wearily though chuckled.

Bulma nodded agreeing and they both fell asleep shortly after. Though what Bulma didn't know was there was going to be far more work that she bargained for, all thanks to the new slave…Vegeta. Though this would go both ways, he wouldn't have an easy time with her either…(dun dun dun lol)

Okay so here is the 1st chapter. Thank you all that reviewed and Mushi-azn, yes they were young. Though I made it this way so everyone can perceive Vegeta as the little brat he was and is though don't worry they are now older and the question is, Will Vegeta change his ways?