The beast climbed back up the tower stairs, only to be stopped by Kakarot. "Uh, Master?"

"What?" He snapped back.

Kakarot jumped backwards a bit before resuming, "Uh, since the girl is going to be with us for quite some time... I was thinking that you might, uh, want to offer her a more comfortable room." The creature growled, blowing out the candles on Kakarot. "Then again, maybe not."

Vegeta walked into the cell to find the girl sitting on the floor crying.

"You didn't even let me say goodbye! I'll never see her again!" You sobbed into your hands. A wave of sympathy rushed over him, as Vegeta rubbed the side of his neck.

"I'll... show you to your room." He said softly, turning towards the door.

You looked up in surprise. "My room? But I thought..."

He glanced at her, growling. "Do you want to stay in this tower?"

"Well, no..." You shook your head.

"Then follow me," Vegeta replied, turning to leave. You quickly stood up and followed him not wanting to be left behind.

Vegeta walked down the tower steps and began leading you to your room. He was holding Kakarot up to illuminate the way, while you were walking behind him. The walk was silent and neither one of you said anything to each other. The beast turned down one hallway and it seemed to last on forever.

You began to sight around the place. It was quite dark and there were carvings of frightful creatures among the walls, as well as odd statues that looked like gargoyles and demons. You stopped to stare at a few, but quickly ran forward to catch up as you began to scare yourself with ridiculous ideas of what might happen if you got lost - all alone - in this castle.

The beast turned to look at you and noticed you wiping a few tears off your delicate face. He glanced forward feeling slight guilt for what he had done.

"Say something to her." Kakarot whispered into his ear. Vegeta looked at him for a moment before groaning.

"I, uh, hope you like it here." He said, looking slightly back to you, afterwards gazing at Kakarot to see him move his arms, signaling to keep going. "The castle is your home now so you can feel free to go anywhere you desire, except the west wing."

"What's in the west wing?"

"It's forbidden!" He yelled, turning to face you. His voice echoed through the large halls of the castle. You put your hands up to protect yourself. Vegeta just stared at you and then pulled his cape back over before continuing walking forward with you trailing behind.

It seemed like ages until you both finally reached a room at the end of the hall. Vegeta opened the door of the room for you and you walked in.

"Now, if you need anything, my servants will attend to you." He explained.

"Dinner! Invite her to dinner." Kakarot whispered. Vegeta glanced around before standing straight up.

"You will... join me for dinner. That's not a request!" He slammed the door on you. You slowly walked over to the bed, backing away from the door. You sat down and sadly looked around the room. You had to admit, it was a beautiful room. There was a vanity on the wall across from the bed with a large mirror and a small seat. The bed itself sat against the east wall. It was a canopy bed with a red rose carved into each post. A sheet of translucent magenta material fell from the top of the bed down to the posts. The sheets underneath you were a light blue, the backboard was an aqua and weaved into fancy swirls and shapes, there as well were purple, aqua, and blue pillows. To the right of the bed, stood an armoire. The room itself was white with a light blue design to it that went a quarter of the way up the wall. It was a marvelous room, perfect fitting for a spoiled princess. You weren't that pleased with that.

You slowly slid back until your back made contact with the backboard, as you pulled your knees up yo uour chest, and settling you chin upon them. You took one last look around the room before staring out the window to the left of the bed.

"It's snowing," you whispered to yourself, watching the first flakes of winter that had just begun to fall, as here you were - trapped in this horrible castle with a hideous, cruel beast. You swear to feel tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes, as you bit your lower lip. Slowly, the tears escaped and began to trail downwards your cheeks. You despised crying, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't help yourself but to release them. You sniffed and then began to sob quietly to yourself. The tears you shed, fell upon the covers of the bed and disappeared just like all your dreams, your freedom, and sister. You had nothing in this world to be joyful about anymore.

As you were crying, the cold air blew the snowflakes outside the castle and onwards the town. The townsfolk made their way into their warm homes. Upon a tavern, Yamcha sat in his chair that was consumed of the fur from animals he had killed. He was leaning forward with his fingers intertwined together. He had his hands in front of his face covering his mouth. This is the way he always sat when he was not in a good mood.

"So Yamcha, feeling any better?" Puar asked, walking over with two pitchers of beer.

"Who does that girl think she is?" Yamcha exclaimed angrily, avoiding Puar's question. "That girl has tangled with the wrong man. Nobody says no to Yamcha."

"Still not over it, huh?" Puar rolled his eyes, handing Yamcha a beer and Yamcha instead took both before throwing them into the fire.

"Dismissed, rejected, publicly humiliated in one go! Ugh, this is insulting." Yamcha turned his chair away from Puar.

"Oh, well do you want more beer? Considering you also threw mine in the fire..." The last part Puar mumbled under his breath.

"What for? Nothing helps, I'm disgraced."

"Drinking your problems away seems to help at times." Puar replied.

"What?" Yamcha inquired with irritation.

"Ah, I mean, uh, get yourself together, Yamcha. You could never be disgraced. I mean, it's you... and you are so... awesome, and great, and stuff." Puar tried to encouraged with annoyed, half eyes.

Yamcha looked at him unimpressed and turned his chair around again. This time his back facing the fire. He placed his chin upon his hand, glaring around the room.

"Come on, Yamcha! You've got to pull yourself together!" Puar said crossing his arms. Yamcha looked at him once more, but ignored him all the same. Puar approached up to him and stared him straight in the face.

"Gosh, it disturbs me to see you, Yamcha, looking down in the dumps." Yamcha glared at him and suddenly placed his hand upon Puar's face and pushed him away roughly. Puar stumbled back and crashed onto a table near by. He supported himself, as he sat up and rubbed the side of his thigh before continuing on. "Every guy here loved to be you, Yamcha, even when taking your lumps."

Yamcha turned the chair around, being back on facing the fire again, holding his head.

"There's no man in town who's admired as you. You're everyone's favorite guy. Everyone's awed and inspired by you, and it's not very hard to see whyyyy!"

Launch, Panchy, and Maron quickly walked over to Yamcha and surrounded him. Launch sat on the floor by his legs, Maron sat on the floor as well but hanged off his arm, as Panchy grabbed onto his shoulders. They all sighed.

"You're amazing Yamcha." Maron said.

"The best man in this whole village." Panchy described.

"No one can even compare." Launch added.

"See, no one is as good as you." Puar said trying to cheer Yamcha up. "Nooo onnneee's slick as Yamcha, no one's quick as Yamcha, no one's strength is incredibly strong like Yamcha! There's no one in town half as manly. Perfect, a pure paragon!"

Puar jumped on the table and hopped on each person's head, trying his hardest to make Yamcha feel better. "You can tell any Tom, Dick, or Stanley, and they'd tell you whose team they'd prefer to be oooonnn!"

Soon, a group of men grabbed Puar and began to swing him back amd forth, as they all sang in union. "Noooo onnneee's been like Yamcha, a king pin like Yamcha, no one's got a shiny teeth in his chin like Yamcha."

Yamcha smirked, looking rather pleased to be complicated. "As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating."

"My what a guy, Yamcha issss!" Everyone there now contained a mug of beer in their hand, as they all raised them up afterwards.

"Give 5 'hurrahs!' Give 12 'hip-hips!'

Yamcha stood up while Puar was in front of him saying, "Yamcha is the best and the rest are all drips!" He raised his mug too high before it splashed onto Yamcha. Puar looked at it, quickly throwing it over his shoulder, pretending he had nothing. Yamcha frowned and rolled up his sleeve and punched Puar in the face.

Afterwards, everyone still complimented Yamcha about how great he was then anyone in town. Suddenly, Bulma burst through the tavern door.

"Help, somebody, please help!" She exclaimed.

"Isn't that [F/n]'s sister?" The bartender asked, as everyone stared at her in shock. Her eyes were black underneath and she looked completely terrified.

"Please, somebody please, I need your help! H-he's got her! He's got her locked in the dungeon!" Bulma grabbed onto people's shirts, demanding for help.

"Who?" One of the people inquired.

"[F/n]! We have to go now! We don't have time to waste!" She explained with worry.

"Woah, hold up there, Bulma. Who's got [F/n] locked in the dungeon?" Yamcha asked.

"A beast! A horrible, monstrous, hideous beast!" Bulma burst out, tears were beginning to form upon her eyes. The tavern was devoured in silence, before they all burst into laughter.

"Is it a big beast?" A person asked.

"It's huge, enormous even!" Bulma replied.

"With a hideous face?" Another inquired.

"Disgusting!" Your sister explained.

"And sharp teeth? One's that can rip your skin right off?"

"Yes, razor sharp! Will you help me?" Bulma begged.

"Alright, we will help you out." Yamcha said with a cruel smile.

"You will?" Bulma asked, smiling with hope. Yamcha just smiled at her evilly before he nodded his head, as two men picked her up by her arms.

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" Your sister said gratefully. All of a sudden, the men that had carried her, threw her out the door. She landed on her bottom into a pile of cold snow. She looked up at the men who walked back into the tavern.

"Will no one help me...?" Bulma's face fell into sadness, as she stood on her feet, hugging herself before making her way back home. The folks continued to laugh as they came back into the tavern, wiping their hands.

"Crazy woman. She's always good for a laugh."

Yamcha sat down upon his chair once more resting his chin on his thumb and placed his forefinger on his chin in thought. "Crazy woman, eh? Crazy woman..."

"Puar, I'm afraid I've been thinking..."

"Oh really? Isn't that a dangerous pass-time for you?" replied Puar sarcastically.

"I know," Yamcha gripped onto the collar of Puar, bringing him closer to him. "But that crazy woman is [F/n]'s sister... and her sanity's only so-so. Now the wheels in my head have been turning... since I've looked at that loony woman. I promised myself I was going to marry [F/n], and I think I just discovered the perfect plan to make that happen." Yamcha explained with a devilish smile.

"Seriously? You came up with a plan?" Puar asked quite surprised.

"Yes, I did. Now here's what we do." Yamcha began whispering something into Puar's ear, as everyone else leaned in to try to hear his master plan. Puar's expression changed from awe, to shock, to interest, and then into amazement.

"Wow, I can't believe you came up with all that." Puar finally said.

"Shut it. Now are you going to help me or not?" Yamcha inquired. Puar thought about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

"Let's do it." He replied, before resuming the song. "Noooo oonnee plots like Yamcha."

"Takes cheap shots like Yamcha."

"Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Yamcha!"

"So this marriage we soon will be celebratiiinnngggg!" The people exclaimed. "My what a guy... Yamccchhhaaa isssss!"