One of my readers over on Deviantart requested that Prince Applebottom get what he deserved, so I wrote a bonus chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Heels clicked rhythmically on a hard floor, the sound dulling slightly when those heels thudded onto a plush rug, only to resume clicking on the tiles after.

Click...Click...Thud...Thud...Click...Click...Thud...

Back and forth the sound repeated as the handsome Prince of the Fruit Kingdom paced his office, deep in thought.

He had lost everything.

Well, not everything. He still had his Kingdom, his title, his subjects, his wealth and his stunning good looks. But now, he was as single as a grape that had fallen off the vine. He'd lost both his fiancee, the iridescent Princess Bubblebath and the man he'd had a lust filled fling with, Prince Gumball.

"Damn!" Slamming his fist into his open palm, Prince Applebottom cursed, glaring at the plush, plum coloured rug beneath his shoes. "Damn that vampire!" He snarled, grinding his teeth.

It was all his fault that everything went wrong. It was all Vampire King Marshall Lee's fault!

Not only had the monster ruined both his relationships and upset his carefully laid plans for the perfect wedding, but he'd spent months terrorizing his people!

"AGGH!" Yelling in frustration, Prince Applebottom's hands clenched into fists and he stomped his foot on the rug several times, desperately wishing that the fibres being crushed beneath were that nasty vampire.

And to add insult to injury, if the stories were to be believed, at the Candy Prince's Biennial Ball several days ago, Marshall Lee had shown up, called him a douchebag in song and asked Gumball to start dating him!

The filth!

"ARRGH!" Snarling in rage, Applebottom stomped over to his desk and flung himself down into his chair. Propping his elbows on the desk, he gripped his head, glaring at the wooden top, teeth clenched tightly. He was just so angry!

But what could he do? What could he do to get his revenge against the Vampire King and Prince of the Nightosphere? He was a powerful undead, afraid of nothing and- Oh. Ohhhhhh.

Prince Applebottom's fingers slid out of his hair and a sinister sounding giggle poured from his lips like sour apple juice.

"Guess who!?"

"Marshall Lee!"

"Ding! Ding! You get a prize!" Removing his hands from Prince Gumball's eyes, the vampire instead planted a quick kiss on the Candy Prince's cheek and floated away, chuckling at the brilliant blush blossoming across the others already pink face.

Hand pressed to his cheek, Prince Gumball gave Marshall an embarrassed, half-hearted glare. It was early evening and he was sitting at his desk, reading over a few papers and signing several documents- working as per usual.

The vampire was wearing a black hoodie, dark blue jeans and his usual bright red sneakers. Though oddly enough, there was a parcel sitting on the reclining mans chest- the sight of it made the Prince's pink eyes narrow sharply.

"Marshall Lee... What is that?" He asked cautiously. The vampire picked it up set his feet on the ground, walking over to his new boyfriends desk with a shrug.

"Dunno. Got it in the mail."

"Marshall... I think it came from-"

"The Fruit Kingdom? Yes."

Prince Gumball was of course familiar with what Fruit Kingdom postage markings looked like, having sent many letters and parcels there while exchanging pleasantries with Prince Applebottom.

There was actually a more recent pile of them in his waste basket from the Fruit Prince as well, all full of dry apologies and requests that they continue their trade agreements- for the better of their Kingdoms.

Prince Gumball still hadn't decided what he was going to do on that front yet. While he personally wanted nothing more to do with Applebottom, it was true that his own people had benefited greatly from the trade arrangements they'd had in place.

He'd have to come to a decision one way or another some time soon. But for now, it was time to deal with the matter at hand.

Marshall Lee set the parcel on the desk.

"Have you opened it?" Gumball asked, looking the box over.

"Yeah. There was a letter and another box inside. Haven't opened that yet." The vampire grinned, pulling out a banana yellow paper, identical to the ones in Gumball's trash bin. "Thought I'd share it with you," He snickered. "Because I'm not supposed to."

"What?"

"Listen to this: 'Marshall Lee, (that's me) it has come to my attention that we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. (Y'think?) While it was you that held my people captive with fear for several months and it was also you who brought my personal love life unceremoniously into the public eye, (that's one way to put it) I am willing to put all that behind us, and start anew. (How noble!) You are a powerful being, not someone I would want for an enemy, (Fruit boy's got a way with the compliments!) therefore as a sign of our new relationship, please accept this gift. I require nothing in return, only the knowledge that you, in the peace of your own home, used it to its full capacity. Yours truly, Prince Honeycrisp Applebottom. (Did you know his name was Honeycrisp?) P.S. This gift is for you and you alone.

Marshall finished reading the letter and fished another box out of the parcel. It was a pretty little thing, made of some light coloured wood with a little silver latch holding it shut. For some reason, Prince Gumball felt chills roll down his spine.

"That's..."

"I almost see what you saw in him." Marshall grinned, hovering slightly off the floor and moving backwards, holding the box in his hands and looking at it curiously. "So what do you think it is?"

Gumball picked up the letter and read it over, forehead crinkling.

"I-I don't know..." He said carefully, looking over towards Marshall and staring hard at the box in his hands. "What is that made out of?"

"I dunno. Some kinda wood." Marshall shrugged.

"And you haven't opened it?"

"Nope. Thought we could share the magical moment of Fruitface's gift to me together." The vampire's fingers hovered over the box latch. "Being as its probably somethin' tryin' to get me to get him back into your good books."

"What?"

"I know all about his letters Gumgum." Marshall floated back over to Gumball's desk. "Shall we?" he asked, setting the box on it.

"I... I don't think we should open it."

Marshall snorted.

"Look Bubba. I trust Applebottom even less than you do. But uh... I wanna know what it is. You do too. Admit it."

It was true, even though the box was for some reason making the Prince very nervous, Gumball desperately wanted to know what was in it. Swallowing back his fear, despite some part of his brain screaming warnings and pleas not to, he nodded.

"All right then. Open it."

Marshall undid the clasp and lifted the lid of the box.

Inside, sitting on a bed of lavender fabric was a glass ball.

"Uh..." Marshall picked up the ball and gently turned it over in his hand. "What is it?"

What it was, was right on the tip of Gumball's tongue. He'd seen one before, he knew he had, either in person or in a book somewhere. But he knew he knew what it was.

"That's... Um..." He looked back at the wooden box, something about that was tickling his brain too. He frowned at it and poked around the light purple fabric, trying to see if there was anything else in it; there wasn't.

"Huh..." Marshall floated backwards again, slowly turning the ball over in his hands. "What am I supposed to do with it?" He murmured, lifting it up to study it in the light of Gumball's lamp. It was just a simple, glass orb, about the size of a tennis ball.

Still seated at the desk and frowning, Gumball was holding the box; there was something about it-

"White oak."

"What?" Marshall looked up from his studying of the ball.

"This box is made from white oak." Gumball informed him, staring intently at the wood. "Isn't that what most stakes are-"

"Hey! It gets warm when I shake it!"

Prince Gumball looked up from the box. Marshall Lee was hovering a couple feet off the floor in the middle of his room, grinning at the glass ball, giving it another little shake.

"...It does what?"

"It's getting warm! What happens if I shake it really hard..."

"Marshall..."

The vampire gave the glass a really hard shake.

"Marshall Lee...!"

Something inside the orb sparked.

"Marshall-!" Even as Gumball was leaping from his desk chair and ripping a curtain from its hangers, he knew he would never be fast enough. And as the brilliant sunlight contained in the ball cascaded over the room and Marshall's screams rent the air, he was wishing he'd never met Prince Applebottom.

Broken glass showered the room as the window all but exploded.

Stumbling backwards out of his bed with his arms thrown up over his head, Prince Applebottom desperately tried to make sense of what was happening.

"Applebottom!"

It was a voice he knew, as he'd never heard it before.

"Prince Gum—AAGH!" Recoiling from harsh blow to his face, the Fruit Prince stumbled again, trying to keep himself up right. Another hard, stinging blow landed on his face- the other side this time, sending Applebottom tripping to the floor.

"You rotten! Slimy son of a cactus!" Prince Gumballs foot swung out, landing a solid kick on Applebottoms chest, booting the man onto his back.

Gumball stood over the Fruit Prince, pink eyes looking almost red in the early morning light, framed by the broken window behind him. Dark pink liquid slid down his face from a cut in his cheek (likely from the glass) and dripped onto the collar of the white shirt he wore. The Candy Prince hardly seemed to notice as he stared down at Applebottom, fists trembling with fury by his sides.

"What-What are you... T-Talking about?" Prince Applebottom wheezed, curled on the floor, dressed in only his nightclothes.

A banana yellow paper was tossed to the floor beside the Fruit Prince. Applebottom swallowed and nervously started pushing himself up, rubbing his chest.

"G-Gumball... I can explain."

"You sent a Solar Orb to Marshall Lee as part of some half-baked revenge scheme."

"I... Well... Uh..." Exhaling slowly, Applebottom was wracking his brain, willing forth some masterful explanation that would once again woo Prince Gumball into his arms. Nothing came. "N-Now Gumball..." Applebottom warned, holding out a placating hand as the pink Prince stepped towards him again, radiating anger.

"You tried to kill, Marshall Lee."

Prince Applebottom began moving backwards.

"The man's a menace Gumball!" That didn't help any. "I was only- And you weren't even su-supposed to-to-GUARDS!" Shrieking for his Dragonfruit soldiers (how they hadn't heard the window breaking in the first place was a mystery), Prince Applebottom scrambled backwards as Prince Gumball lunged.

"You!" Gumball seized the front of Applebottoms shirt and dragged him close, other fist clenched tightly. "You lied. You cheated. You used me. You made me look a fool!" Gumballs hands trembled with his fury. "You could've done anything to me Applebottom. bAnything/b! You could've sold all my baking secrets to the other kingdoms. You could've told the Lumpy Space Prince what kind of noises I make during sex!" His eyes narrowed. "You shouldn't have gone after Marshall."

There was noise in the hall, the guards were coming. Gumball looked up at the door briefly and then down at the terrified Applebottom in his clutches. For all the pretentious airs the fruit Prince put on, he was really just a coward.

Making a quick noise, Prince Gumball firmly grasped Applebottom and dragged him back towards the window.

"No! Gumball! I-I!" Prince Applebottom struggled, pleading with the Candy Prince, begging him to not throw him out the window.

As soon as they were close enough, Monochromicorn swept in and scooped them both up, pulling the shrieking Applebottom from the room.

"I would like nothing more than to kill you Applebottom!" Gumball yelled as they flew straight up, clutching onto the Fruit Prince.

"Gumball!" The Prince shrieked, flailing madly as they flew higher, nearing the top of the castle.

"Lucky for you!" Gumball adjusted his grip on the fruity man. "It's not in my nature!" The top most flag spire was growing nearer and nearer. "Unfortunately for you! Marshall Lee was my friend long before he was my boyfriend!"

Screaming as Gumball suddenly let go of him, Applebottom covered his eyes, waiting for the air to whoosh past his face, the wind to whistle in his ears and his life to end in a- Applebottom opened his eyes; he wasn't falling.

Gumball was perched on the back of Monochromicorn with a decidedly evil expression on his face- one to match his evil little chuckle.

"And he'll appreciate this far more I think."

Applebottom's nightshirt was uncomfortably tight around his neck and swallowing nervously, the Prince looked around him. The back of his shirt was hooked on the top of the flag pole.

"No! Gumball! I-!"

But the Candy Prince and his friend were already flying off into the morning.

"Come back! I can! I can do better! I'll! I'll!" Flailing uselessly, the Fruit Prince shouted apologies and offered up more lies until-

"Hey."

The Prince blinked and looked down. A previously MIA Dragonfruit soldier clinging to the pole below him, waved.

His nightshirt began to rip.

"Where did you go anyway?"

"I'm over here."

Prince Gumball smiled as Marshall turned his head a little more, actually sort of facing his direction now.

"So... Where did you go?" The vampires voice was hoarse and crackly and his face (particularly his eyes) was covered in bandages.

Prince Gumball reached over and gently brushed a loose piece of dry, black hair back, his eyes flicking to the bandaged limbs in Marshall's lap.

"No where important."

Doctor Prince told him that being a vampire, the flesh and bones would return.

Gumball leaned over and kissed the top of Marshall's head.

"Just... Throwing the rotten fruit in the trash."

And Marshall's laugh told him that everything was just perfect.