Chapter 1

Bulma flinched as Frieza punished his minions. Then, he took his hand and raised it which released a power bomb. In an instant, light flashed. The fog enabled her from seeing anything. When it cleared away, the minion layed on the ground with a hole in his chest. Her eyes widened at the sight. Oh god... Please don't let him do anything to me!

"What are you looking at, Earthling!"

"Sorry!..." She stuttered, looking back down. I better obey... Who knows what he'll do to me.

Frieze lifted his fingers to his chin,"So... What should I do with you?"

He stood up from the chair and approached her. Bulma gulped, still kneeling and looking her, he examined from top to bottom. Oh kami... What is in my future? I don't want that ugly creature in it.

Then, he freezed in front of her. He reached out his hand and lifted her chin. Bulma tensed as he moved her face to the left and right examine each side. She looked up at him but her eyes immediately went down again after meeting his eyes.

Bulma let out a breath as he turned around and walked back to his chair. "I don't want her. Too plain and not enough curves." Her eyes narrowed at that. Who does he think he is?

A minion stepped up "What do you want us to do with the girl then?"

"Just give it to that useless monkey brat. Maybe he'll find use in it." What the hell. Damn you Freeza! I'm a woman, not an it! But of course, her mouth did not open, fearing what kind of torture he had in store.

The minion chuckled, "I agree. This can be a little gift to the monkey. Not that it's great or anything. But for his standards, it's too good for him."

She almost let go of her cool but calmed herself before anything regretful took place. I've got to control myself.

"Enough chit-chat. Get her out of my sight now!" he ordered.

"Yes Sir", he replied immediately. The minion grabbed Bulma's collar and started dragging her out the door.

Bulma didn't open her mouth until she was out the hearing of Friezea. "Get your filthy hands off me!" she bursted, trying to get out of his strong grip.

"Ooh. Fisty one, now are you? If you keep that attitude up, you won't last even an hour" he snarled and continued dragging her through the hallway of the ship. They stopped at a room numbered, 327 and the minion opened it.

"Keep put!" he ordered and threw Bulma across the room. The door shut and she could hear it being locked.