A/N: Revised.

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Proposition

Bulma slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a couple times, adjusting her sight to the lavender morning light. Looking around and gradually getting up, she noticed that she wasn't in her room. Her room wasn't as big or as lavishly decorated. Trying to get up, she discovered that she wasn't wearing anything and quickly gathered as many covers to hide her naked form. Placing a hand on her forehead, Bulma tried to remember what she had done the previous night.

She heard a moan coming from her side as strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her toward a very warm source. Her blue hair whipped around as she turned her head to see who it could possibly be. It was none other than the Saiyan. He seemed completely lost in dream land.

Well, she had done what she was commanded to do and now she had to leave. Bulma had learned that if she was ordered to bed a man, she had to disappear before he woke up. It was a rule that was strictly enforced by Frieza.

One time she had overslept when she had to make one of Frieza's very few allies happy. It was the handsome ruler of Jaxon, who looked very much human except that his kind had neon colored eyes and patches of fur on their bodies.

He had woken up before her and when he found her still sleeping on his bed, all hell let loose. The Jaxon transformed into something resembling a human wolf. His fangs had come out and he developed pointy ears, fur, paw-like feet, and a tail. His growl had woken her up, and when she did he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her to her feet, threatening her in a language that she couldn't understand.

Frieza's men had come soon after, taking her out of the room and into a much smaller room that looked like a dungeon. There she was beaten almost to death. Needless to say, she wasn't looking forward to repeating that experience.

As quietly as she could she slowly started to free herself from the arm that kept her in place. With much care, she lifted the muscular arm, letting herself slowly roll away from his embrace. As she did this, she didn't calculate how far off the bed she had been and she fell off and hit the floor with a huge THUMP!

She lay on the floor for a brief moment, hoping that the sleeping figure above didn't hear that. Once she heard that he hadn't as much as moved, she got to her knees and peeked from the side of the bed to see if he was still indeed sleeping.

He was.

She sighed in relief and then rubbed her bottom from the fall she just had, having the time to actually soothe the small pain, "Ouch." Bulma got up and proceeded to find her costume and something less showy to wear. She found a rather simple, considering the rich environment she found herself in, robe and put that on. She liked the way the silk felt on her exposed skin.

Bulma stopped before him, unable to prevent her temptation and ran her hand across one of his cheeks. He had been an exceptional lover. Passionate, untamed, fiery, and rather aggressive. She could almost say that he was the best she ever had.

She stopped and went around and picked up everything she had worn the previous night, annoyed at the way her outfit chimed and shook she got everything, she made her way out of the room, finding a Saiyan and a Cold standing guard.

They gave her a hard look that made her nervous. She simply smiled tensely as she made her way toward her room, her task accomplished.

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KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

Vegeta woke up to a thundering noise coming from other side of the door. He rolled over to his back, grumbling under his breath. "Who is it!?" he yelled at the being at the other side of the door.

The knock continued without an answer.

Vegeta swore to himself, "Come in!"

Dodoria came in. the large, spiky soldier had Vegeta frown in disgust.

"What do you want?" Vegeta asked as he lifted himself of from his bed, leaning on his elbows.

"Frieza ask for you and your men to join him in the Conference room. Be there in a quarter module." the large pink man informed him.

Vegeta just observed him as he turned and left his room.

He lay back down and stared up at the ceiling not wanting to go to that meeting.

His thought drifted to the dancer he had met last night. He hadn't even heard or felt her leave. Vegeta had always been a light sleeper and was especially alert when he had to visit the planet Frost, but he was surprised that he had slept through her leaving. She couldn't have been that quiet, could she?

Never the less, he had spent an exhilarating time with her. He knew that she had some experience on her, but he never thought a woman could match him.

With a stretch, he got up to get dressed and go to the meeting Frieza had arranged.

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Bulma walked into her room, once again completely beat from the previous events.

Dropping her costume on the floor, she went over to her little clothes rack taking out grey top and bottom; her training uniform. She put on simple shoes and a hair band to put her hair up in a high pony-tail, ready to head off to her dance training before she was late. Yawning she headed to one of the training facilities.

"Hey, Bulma." she heard a voice from behind her.

Bulma turned around only to be met with Chi Chi, another survivor of earth who she had quickly made friends with once they realized that they were both from Earth.

Bulma unintentionally gave her friend an annoyed look.

"Wow. Not a good morning?"

"I had to take care of some guy last night." Bulma told her.

"Oh, I see." Chi Chi looked down at the floor understanding what Bulma had just been put through.

They walked silently to where the rest of the girls were and found a place on the floor to start all of their stretches. The rest of the dancers were doing the same thing as they waited for the instructor come.

The dance room had a huge wall made out of a mirror which stood next to the hall, and you could see the dancers through this glass mirror if you were to walk through the hall.

When there weren't any instructors around, one or two of the servants that had made friends with the dancers would come in to chat. Most of them are the younger girls looking up to these Aphrodite-like women and they came in for advice and gossip.

At first arriving at the Frost planet most girls were automatically made slaves. However, there are times when a few girls were considered beautiful and worthy to be trained and transformed into a dancer. In a place where they find themselves completely hopeless, many girls would do anything for that little sparkle of light that could promise a better life, which was exactly what becoming a dancer symbolized to the young servants.

"So, how did the dance go last night?" came the voice of a plump older female from the entry as she cautiously made her way inside the room. She was orange in coloring with grey hair. She acted like a mother figure to the younger ladies. She never got the chance to become a dancer, but that never shattered her optimism.

"It was fine, there were fewer men than usual. But all in all, it was fine." Bulma told her.

"Did anyone catch your eye?"

"Mona, you know I don't like that kind of stuff."

Mona had always been a hopeless romantic and laughed at what Bulma just said.

"Bulma spent the night with a man." Chi Chi informed her, giving Bulma a playful look.

"Oh, did she?" Mona asked.

"Not by choice." Bulma explained.

"Did you enjoy it, child?"

Bulma blushed as she continued stretching.

The rest of the room, who had been listening to the conversation 'Oooh-ed' at the blue haired dancer, noticing that she had turned red.

"Now, child, who was it that you bed last night?" Mona continued her questioning.

"Don't really know. He is Saiyan though."

"Ah a Saiyan. Vicious fighters, but passionate lovers."

"And he was a royal. I could tell." Chi Chi added. "He had hair that looked like a fire and he was wearing a red cape."

"A Saiyan royal with flame like hair? Could it be King Vegeta you're talking about?"

"King Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

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Vegeta walked silently through the halls of the Frost castle. He was on his way to the conference room, just as Frieza had asked him.

He assumed that everyone was already there; after all he took his sweet old time getting dressed. It was just a small act of rebellion against Frieza.

As he entered the room he saw what he had expected, everyone was there. He walked toward his men, his footsteps loudly resounding through the silence of the room as all the beings there watched him. Vegeta looked over at Frieza liking the way he was fuming at him. The evil lizard narrowed his eyes at him, knowing full well that the Saiyan leader was purposely doing.

"Let's begin." Frieza said once Vegeta had taken his seat.

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The meeting dragged on incredibly slow. Though most of the topics were of use to him and he didn't pay attention to most of them, his mind seemed to be wondering off to that damn dancer.

All he could think about was her; the way she moved with the music, the noises she made, the way her body jumped and reacted to his ministrations, the faces she made that told him exactly how much she was enjoying what he did to her, everything.

Then there were all the things she did to him. There were too many words that could describe all those feelings, far too many to choose from.

"Prince Vegeta."

He looked up at Frieza.

"Did you hear anything I had just said?" asked the pastel conqueror.

"Yes." Vegeta lied.

"Good, I hope you and your troops won't fail with the purge of Atlantica." The lizard continued speaking, explaining his strategies.

When everything was finally over Frieza had excused them, giving them the orders of his future plans. Vegeta was the last to get up, letting all the others exit before him. Just as he was to leave he was stopped.

"Prince Vegeta."

He didn't turn around, feeling that he was so close to leaving the presence of the being he most despises and now he had to put up with him longer.

"Turn around and look at me." Frieza ordered.

The Saiyan king turned around with a snarl on his face.

Frieza laughed, his feminine voice agitating Vegeta's ears. "Now Prince don't look at me like that. Come, have a seat."

Vegeta reluctantly accepted.

"Your mind was somewhere else today, was it not? You didn't seem to be paying attention. That's not like you, Prince."

"What's you point?"

"Don't get so defensive. I know where your thoughts were running off to. It's that blue haired dancer, isn't it?"

Dark, onyx eyes glared at the Frieza, pure hate evident in his gaze.

"Would you like to take her with you? She would make a pretty little ornament in your bed chambers, don't you think?"

There was still silence from Vegeta.

"This is how it'll be arranged. I'll let you borrow her. She'll go with you on your trip, you'll do whatever you want with her, and if you succeed with Atlantica, if you like, she'll be yours. If you don't, then at least you would have enjoyed her…services. Consider it a token of my appreciation for all your hard work. So what do you say, Prince?"

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Bulma had just finished with her training and she took some time to stop at a balcony. She watched the planet's rings shine against the now dark indigo sky.

She was exhausted. But that wasn't new, she was always tired. She was constantly collapsing on her bed every night from being well over-worked, over-instructed, and over-trained. Plus, there were times when she had to perform; some nights the fatigue feeling as if it would kill her.

"Dancer." she heard from behind her, knowing for sure they will have her sent to her room as the prisoner she was.

Turning around, she was met with a Frost soldier.

"Yes?"

"Lord Frieza wants your presence in his room immediately." it told her. She always had a hard time telling the males apart from the females. He turned around and Bulma following him. She wondered what she had done this time for Frieza to ask her to his personal quarters.

As she entered his room she was met with him standing in front of her. The door closed forcefully behind her, the noise causing her jump.

"I have something I want you to do." Frieza got straight to the point.

Bulma raised an eyebrow, "What would that be…Lord Frieza?" she asked, hating saying his name, but more giving him that honorable title, and despising having to bow for him.

He smiled at her show of respect. "Raise." he ordered her.

She did as she was told.

"Tell me something. What is it that you wish and desire for the most in the universe?"

Bulma was confused. What was he getting at?

"I don't understand…"

"Is it freedom that you're seeking?"

Bulma frowned, afraid to answer.

"Just answer truthfully."

"I suppose so."

"How would you feel if I told you I could give you that?"

Her heart was pounding, "Why?"

"I have something I want you to do. I believe you were acquainted with Prince Vegeta, were you not?"

"Prince? I was told that it was the King I met, Lord."

"He is not a King yet! You're not a King unless you have your own Kingdom to rule and his planet belongs to me!"

She was surprised by his outburst.

He took a moment to control his agitation, "Now, this is where you come in." he continued.

Bulma was more than just intrigued by this and she listened intently.

"You will go with the Saiyans on their trip, you will accompany the Prince."

"Very well."

"I want you to weaken him."

"Weaken him?"

"Yes. Make him love you. Make him be completely infatuated with you, so that all he can think about is you, and so he could lose track of his…priorities. I want him to be obsessed, love-struck idiot. Can you make that happen?"

"I don…"

"How bad do you want that freedom?"

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