Disclaimer: I lost it. Some guy named Akira Toriyama took it from me. (Tries to look convincing)

Another story! Man, do I need to just finish one already. I'm really sorry people, but every time I begin to work on one story, I think of an idea for another. I hate, and love that! Anyhow, this is an Alternate Universe fic! Yeah! ;)

Chapter 1: The Problem with Adultery Is...

Angry. She was so angry, but it quickly melted away until all that was left was an abundance of fear. She knew what her husband was capable of, had seen him during a training session or two, and she did not fancy being on his bad side. What would he say? Would he threaten her life? He had before, on numerous occasions, albeit in false bravado, but this time she had crossed a line. This went far beyond throwing a childish fit in the middle of an important diplomatic dinner party.

Not many people knew what transpired behind the doors of their personal chambers. In public, Prince Vegeta put on a good front, always the model husband, but when they were alone, all that fell away, leaving her with a man who was embittered to be married to a 'pathetic human', as he liked to call her. That didn't stop him from sleeping with her, though. Marron closed her eyes, her jaw clenched tightly in disgust. He needed an heir, and she prayed that the child in her stomach now was just that—his.

'He'll most likely kill me,' she mused darkly. Pausing outside the door of the guesthouse, she looked around casually so as not to entice suspicion. Before she could knock, the door opened, and Zarbon bowed politely to her.

"Princess Marron," he greeted. "Lord Freeza had been awaiting you."

She nodded, stepping over the threshold and allowing him to escort her to the formal living area. It wasn't as extravagantly decorated as the main house, but the guesthouse was still as elaborate as most royal palaces. She took in her surroundings with an anxious glance, her mind conjuring up pictures of Vegeta popping out of a cubbyhole and snapping her neck like a twig. The thought sent an icy sensation down her spine, but at the same time, she felt excited. Here she was, playing mistress to one of the most powerful being in the universe, and she was married to yet another. It made her feel more powerful than either of them.

"Ah, there you are, my dear."

She snapped out of her daze and smiled brilliantly at the alien prince before her. "Good afternoon, Freeza."

He grinned at her and motioned toward a chair. "I've sent for one of my physicians. He should be here momentarily, and we shall settle this matter once and for all."

"And if the child is yours, my lord?" She inquired slyly.

Freeza picked up a goblet of wine and walked toward the large window overlooking the courtyard. "I suppose, since you are quite good at what you do, I could arrange for you to moved to another world. I could convince my father to break the contract binding you to Vegeta." He cocked his head to the side, examining her features admiringly. "That is what you want, isn't it?"

"More than anything," she replied breathlessly. Freedom was being dangled before her very eyes, and since the first time she found out about the baby, she was actually wishing it was Freeza's. She turned to Zarbon. "Leave us." Once he was gone, she stood up and walked over to the high prince. Feeling bold, she embraced him from behind, feeling thrilled that he actually shuddered from the contact. "All you will do is send me away?"

The Icejin chuckled. "You wish to continue this little affair, girl?"

Marron frowned at the nickname. "I am a woman."

Freeza continued to find amusement in her presence, and it was making her feel belittled. "Your prince will surely be looking for you." He turned to look into her eyes. "Perhaps after dinner I can find something to distract him with, but for now, I suggest you leave after my doctor has seen you. We wouldn't want Vegeta to get the wrong idea, would we?" He smirked, and Marron grinned back at him.

(Change scene)

Vegeta paced back and forth. Marron typically didn't take this long to primp. He glared at the door leading to her dressing room. "If you are not out here in five seconds, I will break that door down and drag you to dinner as you are! I do not care if you're naked," he shouted.

The door swung open, and blue eyes glared furiously back at him. He looked her over quickly and sighed. There was no denying that his wife was beautiful, but that was about her only good trait. She was wearing a long, strapless dress of dark purple, and her hair was straightened. To be honest, he hated her hair straight. It was naturally curly, yet he suspected that she did it just to spite him for he had told her once that he preferred the curls.

"Are you finished eyeing me up like a piece of meat?" She snapped.

He growled in a threatening tone before stomping across the room and grabbing her arm roughly. Vegeta pulled her to the door, delaying for a few seconds to put his emotions in check. "I expect you to behave during dinner, girl. Thankfully, Freeza will be going tomorrow morning, and I will not have to put up with him much longer."

Marron narrowed her eyes, but it went unnoticed by him. She had been in a terrible mood all day. Freeza's doctor had confirmed that the child was Vegeta's, meaning she would have to stay on Vegetasei for the rest of her life. Looking ahead down the hall, she spotted her guards, Kakkarot and Radditz. She quickly plastered a fake smile on her face as they approached them. Radditz opened the door to the dinning hall, bowing to Vegeta. It was questionable on whether or not he bowed to her. Silently, she wondered if he might actually see through her sweet and innocent act. Kakkarot sure didn't. He bowed to them, also, grinning happily at Marron. She smiled back at him before stepping into the room. Everyone stood upon their arrival, and Vegeta escorted her to her seat. Her pulled out her chair, and once she was seated, he took his own next to her.

The dinner progressed slowly, and Vegeta simply wished it would end already. Out of sheer boredom, he sought out his father. The king was in deep conversation with the queen, but obviously, he felt his son's gaze on him. The king looked up, never ceasing in his speech. Their eyes met, and Vegeta nodded once to him—a silent agreement to meet after the food was cleared.

Marron was keeping her mouth shut tonight, only speaking when someone asked her a question. The urge to prop her elbows up on the table and rest her chin in her hands was overwhelming, but it would cause a scandal and be very unladylike. Just when she decided to attempt a conversation with her equally quiet husband, the servants came in to clear the tables. Everyone around the table stood up and moved away, mingling into groups. She frowned when she spotted Akira walking toward them.

Her hatred for the beautiful Saiyan woman went far beyond words. When first she met Vegeta, she believed he was charming and truly thought she could fall in love with him. Then, Akira showed her pretty little face and ruined everything.

Akira glared hatefully at Marron, showing further disrespect by not bowing to her, and the priestess never bowed to Vegeta because he had affectionately dubbed her a friend. Marron suspected more between the two, but wisely kept her mouth shut. After all, men could do what they pleased and get away with it.

"Forgive me for missing dinner, Vegeta," Akira spoke quietly. She turned to Marron. "Can you not go somewhere else?"

Tonight, the Saiyan princess was feeling very bold. "I think you forget just who is royalty here, sorceress," she hissed vehemently and walked away.

Vegeta tried not to glare at Marron's back as she stormed off to brood on the other side of the room. "She's in rare form tonight," he finally said.

"Even after seven months, Vegeta, I still do not trust her. She is manipulative. Shall I curse her for you?" Akira asked, a playful smirk on her lips.

The prince laughed, meriting the attention of most of the room. It was a rare thing to witness. He linked arms with her and led her over to his parents. The king smiled at Akira, and the queen kissed her on the cheek.

"Are you hungry, Akira?" Queen Lisdore asked. "I can have someone bring you something."

"No need. I'm fine." The happy smile faded from her face as she felt a disturbing force behind her. The rest of her group noticed the look. "Freeza comes this way. I suggest that you leave with me now, Vegeta. He is in a strange mood, and I do not think your father wants a fight between the two of you," she whispered.

King Vegeta frowned. "I certainly do not. Get out of here. I will have Kakkarot escort Princess Marron to your chambers," he relayed quickly to his son, waving them off.

Vegeta nodded, reluctantly.

(Change scene)

Akira stared up at the moon, the cool night breeze lifting her hair off her back and whipping it around her shoulders. Vegeta was being strangely close mouthed tonight, and she wondered if he had found out yet. 'Surely, he would be in a much different mood,' she told herself.

"What's wrong, Vegeta?"

He glanced up from the fountain and shrugged. "I'm not sure, but something is amiss. You wouldn't know anything about it, would you?" His tone was accusing.

"Yes, but it is not place, though I desperately want to tell you. It would certainly put my mind at ease," she said. A suddenly, painful jolt shot through her body, and she crumpled forward into his arms, gasping for breath. Clutching at his arm, she tried to steady herself. The world spun sharply, and Vegeta lifted her up into his arms, cradling her gently. A concerned look swept over his face as he placed her carefully on the wide ledge of the fountain.

"Stop!" She screamed.

Vegeta cursed out loud. She was having some kind of vision again. Her hand shot up and clutched his throat, bringing him close to her face. She narrowed her eyes. "I'll kill you for this," she whispered in a deadly calm voice. "You filthy bitch!" Her eyes cleared slightly, a look of longing creeping in. She released Vegeta's neck and pulled him into her arms. He breathed in quickly, needing the air.

"Why can't you just forgive me, my love?" Her voice broke into a sob. Vegeta rocked her back and forth slowly, praying for the end of this vision as she cried against his shoulder.

(Change scene)

Whoa! What in the world could possibly be going on with Akira? Hmm, what could she be seeing? Does it have to do with Bulma? Well, you'll have to wait until the next chapter to find out. Sorry! ;)

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