-1Behind Blue Eyes

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Two years. That's how long it had been since her planets destruction at the hands of Frieza. The stupid Bastard. She remembered it like it was yesterday. The screams of pain, the stench of rotting and burning flesh, the carnage that lay before her, and the shier helplessness she felt knowing that she couldn't do a damn thing to prevent it. She, the sworn protector of her world, watched helplessly from her cage as her people were lined up in chains and loaded onto the cargo ships like cattle. Frieza's high pitched feminine laugh echoing in her furry ears. As hard as she'd fought, it had all been in vain. The scientists under Frieza had created ki dampening collars, and she was unaware of their existence until it was too late. Stupid mistake. Never underestimate your enemy. That was the lesson for the century.

She stared through the clear space of her cage; mindful not to get to close to the invisible barrier for fear of receiving a severe shocking. This was one of her least favorite parts of these trips; the waiting. The last five hours before planet-fall was spent orbiting. Frieza liked to drag out the "suspense" for as long as possible, and make sure that the inhabitants didn't have any unexpected surprises in store for him before he landed. The Bastard was a careful one, he was, Paranoid beyond comprehension. That was his main reason for having her on this God forsaken ship to begin with. She was his last resort. If any of his "subjects" decided to riot and actually succeeded in breaching the ship; it was her job to eliminate them before they disabled the ship beyond repair, or worse… blew the thing to kingdom come. God she hated this waiting game.

Bored out of her mind she began to pace back and forth in front of her enclosure. At least Frieza had given her ample space. She had a nice astro turf area equipped with a Minnie housing unit with all the necessary amenities, a pool, and a few trees. She was one of the lucky ones aboard Frieza's ship. Some of the lesser "hired help" were forced to stay in the slaves chambers which consisted of a seven by seven sq. ft. cage. Not exactly her idea of travel, but she wouldn't dwell on that. She focused her mind on more positive things; like forming an escape plan, and how to rescue her fellow Earthlings. Her thoughts, however, were cut short by the sound of boots on the cat walk heading in her direction.

'I wonder what's going on? Frieza's men usually don't venture this way unless they are in need of some servants assistance, but its too close to planet-fall for that!' She thought, her head cocking slightly to the side, the only indication of her confusion. Soon the sound of boots became clearer and she caught the disgusting aroma of a certain male she vowed to kill the next time the opportunity presented itself. She glared at the corner of the hall were, sure enough, the bane of her very existence appeared.

"Zarbon, what are you doing in this part of the ship? Frieza has given strict orders for all of his men to meet in his chambers." She growled.

Zarbon took in the girls appearance. It was painfully obvious that she wanted him dead. Her body language spoke volumes. Her lowered head, her bared teeth, her raised fur, and who could miss the deep and guttural growl coming from her pretty little muzzle. Unfortunately for her, today would not be her day. Raising his hand for her to see her growls changed from ones of anger to ones of warning. In his hand, Zarbon held the controller that determined her life and or death. The remote to her ki dampening collar.

"I have strict orders from Frieza, my pet, to take you to him. He wishes to take you with him on this particular mission. I believe he has something special planned for a certain monkey prince, and you are involved. Now be a good little Bitch and come without a fuss. We wouldn't want to singe that beautiful blue and white fur now would we?" Zarbon snorted as he placed his hand on the scanner to deactivate the electro-shield.

There was a sizzle then a fade out as the barrier deactivated, and she cautiously stepped out onto the cat walk; eyeing Zarbon warily. He was nearly six foot three, but even at that impressive a height, she still made him seem small. She stood four feet at the shoulders and was twice the length. Standing on her hind legs she dwarfed him by nearly two feet. She was the smallest of her kind, but even so she was a formidable opponent. However, Zarbon was full of tricks, and she wouldn't put it past him to trip the remote just to hear her yelp in pain.

"Shall we go then?" She stated as evenly as possible, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. The last time she attacked Zarbon out of blind rage; he nearly killed her with that horrible device.

"As you wish." And not another word was spoken between the two as they walked in tense silence all the way to the other side of the ship where Frieza waited anxiously.

Once they reached the entrance to the meeting chambers Zarbon hesitated to open the door. Her ever observant eyes locked with his in understanding. He was just as much afraid of Frieza as she was. That, and only that, did they have an agreement on. Once they both had steeled themselves for the meeting Zarbon opened the door. Her stomach dropped immediately at the sight. There was Frieza, staring down at the blood red planet below holding a chain looped in his fist. Immediately she knew what he was planning, and she didn't like it one bit.

"NO" She said with steady resolve. That was all it took for Zarbon to press the button on the remote. She immediately dropped to the floor howling and whimpering in pain; her life force slipping away slowly.

"Enough Zarbon. I want her to be at her best when we land. Come here little one. When we make planet-fall you are to do nothing aside from what I order you to do, do you understand me?" He hissed; watching her from the corner of his eye as she slowly picked herself up off the floor and made her way across the tiled floor. She halted when she was standing beside him and stared out the window at the planet below.

'I don't want to kill. Please don't make me kill anyone.' She pleaded mentally. Her heart clenched when he began to speak.

"Don't worry my child. Everything will be fine. You will not be soiling your beautiful fur today. In fact, that is one of the reasons why I am bringing you along." He laughed; while grinning sinisterly at her. She shuddered in disgust; memories of when he tried to sell her to a whore house flashing through her mind.

'Lets just hope he doesn't get any bright ideas.' She thought. Suddenly her thoughts were invaded by a robotic voice announcing their arrival on the planet.

TWO MINUTES TO PLANET-FALL… REPEAT… TWO MINUTES TO PLANET-FALL. WELCOME TO PLANET VEGETA-SEI.

Two minutes later the ship touched down on the soft air cushions of the docking bay. Bulma watched in rapt fascination as numerous men and women with tails ran out and formed two lines with only three feet separating the two. It was as if they were making a welcome walkway, only these people weren't smiling; they were glaring. It seemed to her that these saiyajin's hated Frieza just as much as she did. At least she had one thing in common with them. That may prove useful to her in forming a plan to escape.

"BULMA" She jumped and spun around at the sound of her name from Frieza's impatient lips. Apparently she had been thinking to hard again. She rushed over to the port elevator, and took her place by Frieza. He clipped the diamond studded chain onto her ki collar and patted her head; causing her ears to flatten and her eyes to squeeze shut with every down stroke.

'Damn he pats hard...sheesh' She thought as she shook it off.

"Now, lets go have some fun, shall we." Frieza whooped, earning half- hearted responses from herself, Zarbon, and Dodoria.

"Hey, Vegeta, Wait up."

"Hurry up you clown, Frieza should be here any minute." Vegeta growled, his red, cape lashing out behind him in his rush.

"Gosh Vegeta, I just heard from Raditz' mate that he said one of the other soldiers blabbed something about Frieza having a special surprise for you." He said , worry laced in his voice.

This news stopped Vegeta dead in his tracks. He rounded on the other Saiyajin so fast he almost didn't stop in time to avoid running him down.

"What did you say, Kakkarot?" He rasped.

Scratching the back of his head in confusion Kakkarot started to repeat what he had said previously.

"Raditz mate said…" But he was interrupted

"I heard you already… sigh… lets get moving Kakkarot." And with that the two continued their trek across the palace to their docking bay. Vegeta dreading what the surprise could be. All the surly saiyajin prince knew was that any gift from Frieza came with a heavy price, and he wasn't looking forward to their little exchange.

The king stood anxiously waiting for his son and guard to arrive, and for Frieza to emerge from his ship. Luckily enough for his torn nerves the former were the first to arrive. Heave forbid Frieza emerge and the Prince not be there. There would surely be hell to pay. He then rounded on his only heir in barely suppressed rage.

"Where were you? Frieza is here, and your Ass is lucky you beat him out. What took you so long?" The king nearly roared.

Vegeta cast him a harassed look before turning his attention to the ship in front of them. The elevator was lowering.

"Training, and Kakkarot was being slow." Was the only response he could give before his attention was stolen as he watched Frieza and his two henchmen step off the landing pad and pass through the tunnel of Saiyajin's leading a beautiful blue and white furry creature by a diamond chain.

Vegeta had never seen such a magnificent creature. It resembled some creature he had seen before…what was it called again…oh yes, a wolf. He had seen one in his text books, but this one was quit different. The wolves in his books were thin, dirty, and their fur was ugly and matted. The creature before him had a thick; strong looking frame, absolutely perfect lines and was perfectly proportioned. Its fur was nice and fluffy, especially around the head and neck, and was a magnificent mixture of blues and white. It even had a unique pattern of color. (Picture wolf Link's markings from Zelda's twighligh princess) It's eyes were the brightest blue and it walked with its head held high as if it were royalty itself;. He was in awe and had the strongest desire to run his ungloved hand through its fur. His thoughts were interrupted however by the voice of his comrade.

"Wow, Vegeta you're lucky." Kakkarot gushed with excitement. "Can I play with it too?" This earned an outraged cry from Bulma, which would have ended with her ripping the idiotic Saiyajin's head off had Zarbon not cleared his throat and shook the remote at her; thus halting her attack.

"Bastard" She thought before regaining her regal posture and bored expression. She listened to what Frieza was telling the Saiyajin King and didn't like it one bit. The Prince was to train her on technique, and she was secretly told by Frieza before they arrived that she was really here as a spy. Her eyes darted to the man who was now holding her chain for a few brief minutes. She could freely look him over in her current form; for at the moment he seemed too deep in thought to notice, or care for that matter. His countenance was one of shier anxt. He must not trust Frieza, or the idea of her being forced upon him. She didn't like it, and she could only assume the feeling was mutual. Though he didn't ruffle her fur as much as most men did. Maybe they could be friends. Her tail swished lazily behind her in joy as she was reminded that three years here meant three years without Frieza. She glanced up at the man again with softer eyes.

He was handsome to say the least. He was very muscular, had a strong presence about him, and there was something in his eyes that drew her to him. Something seemed to be telling her that there was more to the man standing in front of her than his defensive stance and angry scowl. Yes, he was very intimidating, then again, she could be pretty daunting herself given the right motivation. She Stole a glance at her party. Not one of the three men were paying her mind, and the two goons were already heading back to the ship.

'Well, at least I don't have to put up with those two anymore. I get Mr. killjoy and the boulder for brains instead.' She thought as she shrugged and sat down to watch the verbal exchange between the King and Frieza; completely ignoring the conversation going on between the two men standing on either side of her.

"There has to be some reason. Frieza wouldn't hand over something this valuable just like that without a motive." Vegeta whispered while gesturing to Bulma's form.

"Your right, but what could his reason be? I mean, gee, she's really pretty and he said she was really strong and smart…" Kakkarot said whilst scratching the back of his head perplexed.

"There's something wrong with this picture, and it happens to be sitting between us. Keep and eye out Kakkarot. If I'm not with her, I want you to be. She is not to be trusted, there has to be a catch to this and I'm going to find out what it is." Vegeta growled before glaring at the back of Bulma's head in anxt.

'What are you hiding little one? Why is Frieza so set on getting rid of you? There has to be something about you; but what?' His thoughts completely drowning out all conversation until Frieza addressed him.

"Vegeta, I trust you'll take good care of her for me. I want her trained, and who better to train her than yourself. Well, its been fun, but I really must be off. Oh, and King Vegeta. Make sure that she stays out of trouble. That little Bitch is quite the smart ass at times." With that said and a final laugh at her expense Frieza and his ship departed leaving a confused Saiyajin prince, and a mortified Bulma standing in his wake.

"Vegeta" The king addressed.

"What old man." He smirked back. His father hated it when he used the disrespectful title.

King Vegeta growled under his breath before regaining his nearly lost composure in order to address his son. "You heard Frieza. Take her and train her. She is your responsibility for the next three years. I get the feeling Frieza is up to something, and whatever it is involves her; so make sure she stays out of trouble or it will be your neck. " The king pointed his finger in her face for extra emphasis before turning to head back to his throne room leaving the two young saiayjin men and Bulma to stare at one another in confusion.

'What the hell!!' Vegeta thought; glaring confusedly at the diamond studded chain in his hand then to the creature at the other end.

'Well Bulma, Welcome to the seventh circle of hell.' Bulma groaned inwardly while shaking her head.

'I wonder what CHI has made for dinner' Kakkarot's stomach growled

Till Next Time: How will Vegeta and Kakkarot react when they find out Bulma can talk. How is she going to keep her secret identity a… well… a secret. Find out next time.

From: If Looks Could Kill