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Enjoy chapter 12 of Daddy's Girl.

Chapter 12

Flashback:

Vegeta turns back to look at Nappa again, a bright fire burning behind his onyx eyes as he speaks.

'This woman, this girl is a weakness Nappa and weaknesses can be used against you. It's time that this lizard is going to pay for all the things he did against our species and I believe that she could be the perfect weapon. Find out all you can about her Nappa and do it quickly.'

Vegeta smirks again, then turns around and walks away. Leaving a thoughtful looking Nappa behind.

'Lord Frieza, it has been too long. May I please have the honor to welcome you back on Planet Vegeta.'

Frieza watches the lean Saiyan woman standing in front of him. Her deep black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. A simple and decent white dress instead of the usual unfeminine armor which both men and women usually tend to wear and a polite smile on cherry red lips. Polite, but not kind. Her ebony eyes betraying her true feelings and a very small throbbing vein, nearly invisible in her slender sun kissed neck, makes him almost able to smell the air of nervousness surrounding her. Fucking Saiyans…

'Even though I rarely mind such a polite greeting from such a beautiful creature as yourself, my dear, I do find it somewhat amusing that your monkey king hasn't come out from the shadows himself to formally greet me and my dear daughter. He does, hopefully, still realize that I am and always will be his superior? So why is he sending one of his lowly little monkeys to greet us? It would be such a waste to set an example…'

Frieza carefully watches through narrowed eyes how the skin of the Saiyan woman seems to immediately turn a paler shade. The sweet smell of fear now clearly hanging in the air. A slight grin forming around his black lips as he waves his finger in front of her.

'Tsk tsk darling…I've always assumed that Saiyans shouldn't show fear, aren't they too strong of a species to do so?'

The pure look of panic that reflects in her eyes almost makes him want to burst out in laughter. These Saiyans, they may be just a bunch of incompetent monkeys, but they're always a pleasure to toy around with.

A cool and soft hand is suddenly placed against his muscular arm. He doesn't have to look down to know who the hand belongs to. He gently takes Bulma's elegant though fragile hand in his own battle callused hand and presses a small and loving kiss on it. It's a strange contrast to witness. A merciless ruler taunting a Saiyan, seriously contemplating whether to make her suffer a bit more or let her go the one moment and the other moment that same merciless ruler kindly shows his love and affection towards his child. Frieza sighs inwardly, playtime is over. He turns his gaze back at the now confused looking young Saiyan woman and throws her a smirk.

'Now my dear, thank you for welcoming us. Now please be so kind to show us to our quarters. Since your king couldn't be bothered to welcome us himself, I can not be bothered to chase after him. My sweet daughter is in need for some rest, so his majesty can wait. You may however tell him that, although I can appreciate a beautiful woman welcoming us, my kindness has its limits. So hopefully he realizes that the first Saiyan I want to see when we're done resting is the monkey king himself. If not, there is a slight chance that some accidents will happen and I hate to see a pretty face such as yourself get hurt…'

The young Saiyan woman nervously swallows and nods her head before bowing down.

'Of course milord Frieza, I will make sure to tell him. It will not happen again. If you would like to follow me I will indeed show you and your daughter to your quarters. They have already been prepared.'

Then the woman quickly turns around while guiding them into the palace. Frieza then turns his head to look at Bulma who shakes her head in respons.

'Father, was that really necessary? It's not like she probably had a choice…'

Frieza shrugs nonchalantly and then holds out his arm in an inviting matter towards Bulma. Who sighs tiredly, but accepts his invitation nevertheless.

'You see my dear, it's important to show these vile creatures who's in charge. One day you'll learn that to rule, one must sometimes be cruel, otherwise they will take control. There's only room for one ruler my dear and although I admire your compassion, it's not always the right answer to get what you want. Now come along, the walls around here have ears and I'm not quite fond of that idea.'

'Her name is Bulma, she's twenty-eight years old and I just found out that she recently became a widow. That's all the information I got milord. It seems that not only Frieza, but everybody around him is quite secretive about the whereabouts of this young woman. She's like a walking mystery. The people surrounding Frieza don't like to talk about her. I'm guessing the lizard is quite protective about her.'

Vegeta grunts, It's been a couple of days since Frieza and his crew have landed on Planet Vegeta. From what Zena, who ''welcomed'' them had told him, they haven't been out of their quarters ever since she brought them there. Now it's no secret that Frieza isn't a fan of Planet Vegeta, the idiot lizard hates the high temperatures on the planet. That's why when he usually comes for a ''visit'' he doesn't even come near the planet's atmosphere. He always calls for the Saiyans to go to his ship and never stays longer than a couple of hours. The fact that he's landed and that he's taken quarter inside of the palace for several days now, is extremely unusual. But on the other hand, never look a gift horse in the mouth, because this does provide him with a chance, a possibility…

'So why are they here Nappa…why…'

All of a sudden it clicks. As if struck by lightening Vegeta jerks his head up and looks Nappa straight in the eye. Nappa looks back at him, a confused look reflecting in his own eyes.

'Milo…'

Vegeta impatiently waves his white gloved hand to shut Nappa down.

'Did you just say that the woman is a widow?'

Nappa slowly nods his bald head, confusion still written on his face.

'Yes milord, she is indeed. It may come as a surprise, it did for me, but I've discovered that she actually was the wife of Zarbon, they've been married for about ten years. Until Frieza send Zarbon on that purging mission gone wrong which the whole universe probably heard about…'

Vegeta shakes his head. So she was the woman which that green freak was married to. Yes, he heard rumors, about Zarbon getting married to someone very close to Frieza, but he would have never guessed this, the rumors have always been very vague. Frieza may be the ''ruler'' of them all, but in reality he's an extremely private person. That woman truly turns out to be one big secret. Furthermore, he also heard that Zarbon rarely spoke of his marriage. Of course he did, it would have been a death warrant to give too much information. Vegeta produces a low grunt, tapping his gloved finger softly on his chin and a thoughtful look reflecting in his dark, almost black, eyes.

'This whole secret becomes a bit more clear now Nappa. If that woman is as weak as she seems to be, then the lizard needed that damned green freak to marry her. Protection. She needed to be protected. Mainly, she needed to be protected for the future…the purple fool became aware of his own mortality. And as his right hand man Zarbon must have been the perfect choice…'

Nappa furrows his brows and slowly shakes his head.

'I don't know about that milord. I agree with you that protection is probably the main reason why the marriage happened in the first place. But although Zarbon rarely spoke about his woman, I have heard from others that he seemed to love her very deeply.'

Vegeta grins while standing up from his chair and walking to a nearby window. His gaze set on the primal landscape that forms Planet Vegeta. He then crosses his muscular arms and nods.

'So that's why they're here.'

Nappa looks questioningly at Vegeta. One thick eyebrow cocked up while awaiting a reaction.

'The ceremony of the Dragonballs. Frieza heard about it decades ago but decided to let the opportunity pass by, the options are of course very limited, but now however…they're useful to him. The woman gets back her love, but more important, the father gets back the protection he needs for his child.'

Vegeta turns his back to the window to look back at Nappa again.

'You know as well as I do that they've never told the complete truth about the Dragonballs to the Cold family Nappa. If Zarbon is wished back, he'll come back stronger than ever. He wasn't a weak enemy to start with, his death was nothing more than a freak accident…'

Vegeta slowly shakes his head, realizing the disaster that could potentially happen. The Dragonballs…three rules, one person back every five years. His family only forgot to tell the Cold family one small detail. The longer you don't use the Dragonballs, the stronger the person that is wished back gets. The Dragonballs haven't been used in over fifty years and they haven't been used to for a purpose and no matter how shameful that purpose is to himself, it is for the good of the Saiyans. They are, in due time, supposed to wish back a Saiyan who could possibly defeat Frieza. Vegeta looks at Nappa again, his voice filled with sorrow.

'If they get their wish, Zarbon will probably even be stronger than Frieza and if his woman bears him a child…well…then we're all fucked…'

He breathes in sharply and turns back to stare out of the window again. As a Saiyan he's not supposed to show his emotions. Emotions are for the weak, but through all the years of sorrow he can't help but almost feel sad.

'I will not let this happen Nappa. Our people have been through enough because of that purple lizard. My father, the weakling, is afraid to stand up for his own kind and all Saiyans are suffering because of his incompetence. That's not what a king is supposed to do, he took an oath in which he was supposed to take care of his people, if he's not able to do this than I will. I will have to defeat that fucking lizard. I have to stop this foolishness…even if it's the last thing I'll do…'

Vegeta sighs as he looks out over the landscape of his planet, his home.

'He can't get his wish, we have to stop him, he can't get near those Dragonballs and that woman…she's going to help us. She doesn't know yet, but since she is his weakness, she's going to help us…'