Hello! Arabian Nightmare here! I know I've re-done this fic concept twice
under the name Rose Tattoo and I thank all of you who reviewed for that
story but I had to dump it. let me say that that was my very first fanfic
I wrote and I didn't like where it was going the first time I wrote it but
when I tried to revise it things just became too forced and I can't go on
with it.BUT FEAR NOT! For those of you who liked the concept of Bulma being
Freeza's daughter, or were at least interested in it, I am approaching this
"version" from a completely different angle. The summery is VERY general
but I promise this version will be good and completely original, you've
never seen anything like this before.and if you have, pretend you haven't
so I won't have wasted my time writing this author's note. So anyway,
without further adue.ON WITH THE DISCLAIMER!!!!
Disclaimer: don't own DBZ, plot and all original characters are mine
Chapter 1
The soft blue rays of Koldsei's sun filtered through the open crystal French window and billowing silk drapes of the sleeping chamber of Princess Bulma Freezaria Kold. From a large four poster bed, the princess groaned in annoyance and pulled the white sheets over her head. With this method she was able to grab only a few moments of peace before the sheets were suddenly stripped off the bed.
"Milady wake up! It's time to-" the blond servant girl Juuhachi gasped in mid sentence. Her lady's unclad body was covered in cuts and bruises. Her long blue hair was matted to her shoulders and neck with dry blood and the sheets and mattress were stained with red. "Milady!" Juuhachi screamed.
"I'm alright Juuhachi," Bulma said, calmly sitting up and pulling the sheet from the other girl's grasp. The princess wrapped the sheet around herself and strode to her bathroom. The white marble floor felt cool and solid under her feet. She was glad to be back on Koldsei. As soon as she finished her bath and made herself presentable she would seek an audience with her father.
"When did you get in Milady?" Juuhachi asked, following Bulma into the spacious bathroom. The servant girl walked to the large bathtub and started filling it with warm water. Once the bathtub was full Bulma let the sheet slide to the floor and stepped into the curtain of steam. She swam over to the far edge where Juuhachi sat and settled herself down in the warm water. Thought her cuts stung a little, her muscles instantly relaxed and her long blue tail uncurled itself from around her waist.
"I take it you had a little trouble on Sukiasei, Milady?" Juuhachi was one of the few people who could ask such a question of Lady Freezaria and live. Bulma was the daughter of Freeza, ruler of half the Universe, to say that she had "trouble" with anything was unthinkable. The Princess of Koldsei had no flaws.
"Not really Juuhachi," the princess replied truthfully. "The Sukia-jins were weak creatures but their queen was very skilled with a knife." Bulma stretched her arms out on the edge of the tub and tilted her head back. Juuhachi poured a pitcher of warm water over her head.
"Ah, you challenged her one on one."
"Yes.she was a formidable opponent, I didn't use my ki."
Juuhachi smiled as she rubbed shampoo into the princess's hair. Bulma was an honorable girl. She fought with honor and lived for the battle, not the destruction. Juuhachi yearned for the day her mistress would take the throne of Koldsei and end the terrible reign of her father. The servant girl refilled the pitcher and poured water over Bulma's head again, clearing away the suds. The once clear water was turning a shade of pink.
"Juuhachi, prepare my royal armor will you. I want to see my father," Juuhachi bowed her blond head and left the bathroom. Bulma sighed in contentment, enjoying the peace and quiet of being alone. Too soon would her privacy be stripped away. In three days she would be seventeen, eligible to be mated. A prospect she didn't look forward to. Bulma sighed again and reached for a blue glass bottle of scented oil. The oil would clean her skin and heal her cuts. She pulled out the glass cork and the sent of jasmine filled the air.
When she was finished she stepped out of the tub and grabbed a fluffy white towel from a rack on the wall and dried herself off. She winced as the towel brushed her hip. There was a gash there, deeper than the rest. She would have a scar there. She ran her fingertips fondly over the cut. Scarring did not bother her, she had several scars placed over her body from previous battles and sparring matches, they proved that she was a warrior.
Bulma walked out of the bathroom and saw the white armor laid out on the freshly made bed. She picked up the black spandex bra and shorts and slipped them on. The shorts were very short, ending right below her buttocks; the armor itself, did not cover very much. The breastplate was just that, exposing her will toned midriff, the yellow shoulder guards curved up and inward, coming to a point just under her ears. The bottom was more like a skirt than armor; a thick, white belt made out of the same material as the breastplate slung low on her hips, attached to the belt were many thin strips of white cloth hanging down to mid thigh. Bulma sat down on her bed and pulled on her white knee high boots. Once finished, Juuhachi handed her a pair of white gloves.
"How would you like your hair today Milady?" Juuhachi asked holding a silver handled brush.
"It's fine like it is," the princess responded raking her fingers through the sky blue locks to get the tangles out. Juuhachi shook her head and turned Bulma around so her back was to her and dragged the brush through her hair. The brush became snagged in several tangles.
"Do you ever take care of your hair while you're out purging?" Juuhachi asked, becoming exasperated with the large amount of tangles.
"Not really," Bulma smiled impishly.
Ten minutes later Bulma was walking down the white marble hallway to the Main Hall where her father was waiting. Juuhachi insisted she do something with her hair and would not let Bulma leave until her hair was properly done up in a tight French braid. Her tail swung lazily at her side as she walked.
The two tall, fair haired guards on either side of the large marble doors bowed to her as she rounded the corner. Bulma smiled at the Ice-jin warriors and knocked three times on the door. After a moment's pause, the doors swung open silently and Bulma strode in, her head held high and a smirk on her face.
"Ah daughter, you have returned," Lord Freeza was sitting in his hover chair in his usual spot facing the wall to wall fireplace, twirling a wine glass in one hand, seemingly absorbed in the red liquid. Bulma stopped a few feet away from her father and knelt down, her right hand clenched in a fist over her heart.
"Planet Sukiasei has been purged father," the princess said softly though her sweet honeyed voice filled the room. Lord Freeza smiled, his fangs glittering in the firelight.
"Come stand by me daughter," Freeza beckoned with a hand. Bulma stood and walked to her father, lifting her arms and resting them on the arm of the hover chair and rested her head on her father's shoulder. Her eyes became mesmerized by the dancing flames. Unlike everything else in the palace, the fire was bright red, Zarbon had told her the flame had been a gift from the Royal House of Vegittasei when the peace treaty was signed.
Freeza glanced at his daughter out of the corner of his eye. She had grown up into quite the exceptional beauty. She was lovelier than her mother, who was the Fairest Flower in the Universe. And she was strong to, her ki rivaled his in his third form, very impressive. 'She will make a great queen one day,' he thought to himself. Then his gaze was drawn to her hip.
"What is that?" Freeza asked, turning his head and looking at the crimson cut on her left hip, it was at least three inches in length. Bulma felt a blush come to her cheeks and cursed herself for being embarrassed of a wound.
"The Queen of Sukiasei cut me with a knife.I returned the favor to her throat," Bulma replied, her voice taking on a harder edge.
"Daughter, why do you insist in fighting hand to hand with everyone you meet? If you just blew up the planet from space you would have gotten home at least a week early," Freeza extended a hand and placed it over the cut and his hand began to glow, white light radiated from the palm. When he pulled his hand back the cut was completely healed, leaving a raised streak of ivory on her pale skin.
"But where's the fun in that?" Bulma smiled. Her father's approach was quick and efficient, blow the planet form space, no second thoughts. That was a waste of life and fun. Bulma enjoyed going down to the surface and beating the shit out of anyone and everyone. More than anything Bulma loved to fight.
"True daughter.you get that from your mother, she loved battle too." Freeza paused and stared into the fire. Bulma's smile faded, she had never known her mother, she had died giving birth to her.
"It's good, makes you more Saiya-jin, perfect for your next mission," Freeza continued as if nothing had happened. Bulma looked at her father with a confused expression on her face.
"Why would I want to be more Saiya-jin?" she asked, her tail wound itself around her waist.
"Tomorrow you are going to Vegittasei. I need someone to be my eyes and you are the only one I trust." The Saiya-jins were becoming stronger with each passing day, before the peace treaty they were a threat, now they were deadly dangerous, especially the young prince. He needed to know what the royal family was up to.
"But father.why send me? Surely there are others more qualified for espionage besides, look at me.I'd stick out like a sore thumb!" Bulma cried indignantly. She had just gotten back and now she was being shipped off again, and to Vegittasei of all places! And her birthday was three days from now. What was she going to do about that?
"No daughter, you are perfect for this mission. Your exotic coloring will attract many Saiya-jin males, perhaps even their Prince. You can get into the Royal Family's inner circle quite easily," Bulma did not like where her father was going with this idea.
"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"
"Why, I'm sending you into service as a concubine," Freeza smiled and took a sip of his drink. Bulma stood there stunned for a few minutes.
"WHAT?!" she practically screamed. "You can't do that! I'm not some monkey's whore I am the princess of Koldsei and I'm about to turn seventeen.don't you want to marry me off to the son of one of your allies?" Bulma couldn't believe she was asking that, she'd rather be a whore than marry one of those so called self absorbed princes who only stared at her chest and didn't respect her. But not a Saiya-jin's whore!
"I did think about arranging a marriage for you daughter, but you are of greater use to me on Vegittasei," Freeza continued casually as if he was assigning a purging mission. Bulma gaped at her father.
"But what if one of them.you know.touches me? I'm under age for that!"
"Well, you're turning seventeen in three days, you just said so yourself, by the time you reach the planet you'll be eligible to be mated," Freeza drained his glass and set it on the arm of his chair.
"But by a Saiya-jin!!!"
"Daughter!" Freeza shouted suddenly, shocking Bulma into silence. Freeza never raised his voice to her, never. "You will obey me."
Bulma bowed her head and bit her lip. She clenched her hands into fists to stop herself from trembling in rage. "Should I dye my hair black to look more Saiya-jin father?" she asked through clenched teeth.
"No, that won't be necessary. You look Saiya-jin enough with your tail.though it is a little bit long for the average Saiya-jin but no one will notice that. Your blue coloring will draw welcome attention," Freeza turned his hover chair and started floating towards the door. He was almost out of the room when Bulma spoke up.
"Was my mother a Saiay-jin?"
Freeza turned back and looked at her. She was so much like her mother, the same fierce beauty, the same fiery spirit. A small smile formed on his lips as he turned and left the Main Hall without a word.
Bulma was left alone with only the crackle of red fire to keep her company.
Well, there's chapter 1.hope you all liked it. Review and tell me what you think. Only constructive flames please. I'll get the next chapter out soon, I promise I won't make you all wait ^-^
Tata for now
Arabian Nightmare
Disclaimer: don't own DBZ, plot and all original characters are mine
Chapter 1
The soft blue rays of Koldsei's sun filtered through the open crystal French window and billowing silk drapes of the sleeping chamber of Princess Bulma Freezaria Kold. From a large four poster bed, the princess groaned in annoyance and pulled the white sheets over her head. With this method she was able to grab only a few moments of peace before the sheets were suddenly stripped off the bed.
"Milady wake up! It's time to-" the blond servant girl Juuhachi gasped in mid sentence. Her lady's unclad body was covered in cuts and bruises. Her long blue hair was matted to her shoulders and neck with dry blood and the sheets and mattress were stained with red. "Milady!" Juuhachi screamed.
"I'm alright Juuhachi," Bulma said, calmly sitting up and pulling the sheet from the other girl's grasp. The princess wrapped the sheet around herself and strode to her bathroom. The white marble floor felt cool and solid under her feet. She was glad to be back on Koldsei. As soon as she finished her bath and made herself presentable she would seek an audience with her father.
"When did you get in Milady?" Juuhachi asked, following Bulma into the spacious bathroom. The servant girl walked to the large bathtub and started filling it with warm water. Once the bathtub was full Bulma let the sheet slide to the floor and stepped into the curtain of steam. She swam over to the far edge where Juuhachi sat and settled herself down in the warm water. Thought her cuts stung a little, her muscles instantly relaxed and her long blue tail uncurled itself from around her waist.
"I take it you had a little trouble on Sukiasei, Milady?" Juuhachi was one of the few people who could ask such a question of Lady Freezaria and live. Bulma was the daughter of Freeza, ruler of half the Universe, to say that she had "trouble" with anything was unthinkable. The Princess of Koldsei had no flaws.
"Not really Juuhachi," the princess replied truthfully. "The Sukia-jins were weak creatures but their queen was very skilled with a knife." Bulma stretched her arms out on the edge of the tub and tilted her head back. Juuhachi poured a pitcher of warm water over her head.
"Ah, you challenged her one on one."
"Yes.she was a formidable opponent, I didn't use my ki."
Juuhachi smiled as she rubbed shampoo into the princess's hair. Bulma was an honorable girl. She fought with honor and lived for the battle, not the destruction. Juuhachi yearned for the day her mistress would take the throne of Koldsei and end the terrible reign of her father. The servant girl refilled the pitcher and poured water over Bulma's head again, clearing away the suds. The once clear water was turning a shade of pink.
"Juuhachi, prepare my royal armor will you. I want to see my father," Juuhachi bowed her blond head and left the bathroom. Bulma sighed in contentment, enjoying the peace and quiet of being alone. Too soon would her privacy be stripped away. In three days she would be seventeen, eligible to be mated. A prospect she didn't look forward to. Bulma sighed again and reached for a blue glass bottle of scented oil. The oil would clean her skin and heal her cuts. She pulled out the glass cork and the sent of jasmine filled the air.
When she was finished she stepped out of the tub and grabbed a fluffy white towel from a rack on the wall and dried herself off. She winced as the towel brushed her hip. There was a gash there, deeper than the rest. She would have a scar there. She ran her fingertips fondly over the cut. Scarring did not bother her, she had several scars placed over her body from previous battles and sparring matches, they proved that she was a warrior.
Bulma walked out of the bathroom and saw the white armor laid out on the freshly made bed. She picked up the black spandex bra and shorts and slipped them on. The shorts were very short, ending right below her buttocks; the armor itself, did not cover very much. The breastplate was just that, exposing her will toned midriff, the yellow shoulder guards curved up and inward, coming to a point just under her ears. The bottom was more like a skirt than armor; a thick, white belt made out of the same material as the breastplate slung low on her hips, attached to the belt were many thin strips of white cloth hanging down to mid thigh. Bulma sat down on her bed and pulled on her white knee high boots. Once finished, Juuhachi handed her a pair of white gloves.
"How would you like your hair today Milady?" Juuhachi asked holding a silver handled brush.
"It's fine like it is," the princess responded raking her fingers through the sky blue locks to get the tangles out. Juuhachi shook her head and turned Bulma around so her back was to her and dragged the brush through her hair. The brush became snagged in several tangles.
"Do you ever take care of your hair while you're out purging?" Juuhachi asked, becoming exasperated with the large amount of tangles.
"Not really," Bulma smiled impishly.
Ten minutes later Bulma was walking down the white marble hallway to the Main Hall where her father was waiting. Juuhachi insisted she do something with her hair and would not let Bulma leave until her hair was properly done up in a tight French braid. Her tail swung lazily at her side as she walked.
The two tall, fair haired guards on either side of the large marble doors bowed to her as she rounded the corner. Bulma smiled at the Ice-jin warriors and knocked three times on the door. After a moment's pause, the doors swung open silently and Bulma strode in, her head held high and a smirk on her face.
"Ah daughter, you have returned," Lord Freeza was sitting in his hover chair in his usual spot facing the wall to wall fireplace, twirling a wine glass in one hand, seemingly absorbed in the red liquid. Bulma stopped a few feet away from her father and knelt down, her right hand clenched in a fist over her heart.
"Planet Sukiasei has been purged father," the princess said softly though her sweet honeyed voice filled the room. Lord Freeza smiled, his fangs glittering in the firelight.
"Come stand by me daughter," Freeza beckoned with a hand. Bulma stood and walked to her father, lifting her arms and resting them on the arm of the hover chair and rested her head on her father's shoulder. Her eyes became mesmerized by the dancing flames. Unlike everything else in the palace, the fire was bright red, Zarbon had told her the flame had been a gift from the Royal House of Vegittasei when the peace treaty was signed.
Freeza glanced at his daughter out of the corner of his eye. She had grown up into quite the exceptional beauty. She was lovelier than her mother, who was the Fairest Flower in the Universe. And she was strong to, her ki rivaled his in his third form, very impressive. 'She will make a great queen one day,' he thought to himself. Then his gaze was drawn to her hip.
"What is that?" Freeza asked, turning his head and looking at the crimson cut on her left hip, it was at least three inches in length. Bulma felt a blush come to her cheeks and cursed herself for being embarrassed of a wound.
"The Queen of Sukiasei cut me with a knife.I returned the favor to her throat," Bulma replied, her voice taking on a harder edge.
"Daughter, why do you insist in fighting hand to hand with everyone you meet? If you just blew up the planet from space you would have gotten home at least a week early," Freeza extended a hand and placed it over the cut and his hand began to glow, white light radiated from the palm. When he pulled his hand back the cut was completely healed, leaving a raised streak of ivory on her pale skin.
"But where's the fun in that?" Bulma smiled. Her father's approach was quick and efficient, blow the planet form space, no second thoughts. That was a waste of life and fun. Bulma enjoyed going down to the surface and beating the shit out of anyone and everyone. More than anything Bulma loved to fight.
"True daughter.you get that from your mother, she loved battle too." Freeza paused and stared into the fire. Bulma's smile faded, she had never known her mother, she had died giving birth to her.
"It's good, makes you more Saiya-jin, perfect for your next mission," Freeza continued as if nothing had happened. Bulma looked at her father with a confused expression on her face.
"Why would I want to be more Saiya-jin?" she asked, her tail wound itself around her waist.
"Tomorrow you are going to Vegittasei. I need someone to be my eyes and you are the only one I trust." The Saiya-jins were becoming stronger with each passing day, before the peace treaty they were a threat, now they were deadly dangerous, especially the young prince. He needed to know what the royal family was up to.
"But father.why send me? Surely there are others more qualified for espionage besides, look at me.I'd stick out like a sore thumb!" Bulma cried indignantly. She had just gotten back and now she was being shipped off again, and to Vegittasei of all places! And her birthday was three days from now. What was she going to do about that?
"No daughter, you are perfect for this mission. Your exotic coloring will attract many Saiya-jin males, perhaps even their Prince. You can get into the Royal Family's inner circle quite easily," Bulma did not like where her father was going with this idea.
"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"
"Why, I'm sending you into service as a concubine," Freeza smiled and took a sip of his drink. Bulma stood there stunned for a few minutes.
"WHAT?!" she practically screamed. "You can't do that! I'm not some monkey's whore I am the princess of Koldsei and I'm about to turn seventeen.don't you want to marry me off to the son of one of your allies?" Bulma couldn't believe she was asking that, she'd rather be a whore than marry one of those so called self absorbed princes who only stared at her chest and didn't respect her. But not a Saiya-jin's whore!
"I did think about arranging a marriage for you daughter, but you are of greater use to me on Vegittasei," Freeza continued casually as if he was assigning a purging mission. Bulma gaped at her father.
"But what if one of them.you know.touches me? I'm under age for that!"
"Well, you're turning seventeen in three days, you just said so yourself, by the time you reach the planet you'll be eligible to be mated," Freeza drained his glass and set it on the arm of his chair.
"But by a Saiya-jin!!!"
"Daughter!" Freeza shouted suddenly, shocking Bulma into silence. Freeza never raised his voice to her, never. "You will obey me."
Bulma bowed her head and bit her lip. She clenched her hands into fists to stop herself from trembling in rage. "Should I dye my hair black to look more Saiya-jin father?" she asked through clenched teeth.
"No, that won't be necessary. You look Saiya-jin enough with your tail.though it is a little bit long for the average Saiya-jin but no one will notice that. Your blue coloring will draw welcome attention," Freeza turned his hover chair and started floating towards the door. He was almost out of the room when Bulma spoke up.
"Was my mother a Saiay-jin?"
Freeza turned back and looked at her. She was so much like her mother, the same fierce beauty, the same fiery spirit. A small smile formed on his lips as he turned and left the Main Hall without a word.
Bulma was left alone with only the crackle of red fire to keep her company.
Well, there's chapter 1.hope you all liked it. Review and tell me what you think. Only constructive flames please. I'll get the next chapter out soon, I promise I won't make you all wait ^-^
Tata for now
Arabian Nightmare