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Like I said before, my priority is to finish my other fanfic before really going on further with this one. But since I'm having a little tiny bit of a writers-block with the other fanfic and since I want to carefully think through what comes next in that particular story (because I don't want to write down complete and utter bs) I've decided to put chapter one of Daddy's Girl up because I have a lot of ideas for this story.

I will probably end up finishing The Unwanted Bride and Daddy's Girl around the same time, although I've said that I was going to take it easy with this story. But you know how it goes, when good and fresh ideas come up, you just have to write them down.

For those who didn't know: I have exams coming up by the beginning of next month and my hubby, who's in the army, is coming home by the end of this week after being away for some time. Usually I tend to post quite regular but my true priorities obviously are with my husband and my studies. So I'll be probably posting a bit less than usual for a couple of weeks.

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Enjoy chapter 1 of Daddy's Girl.

Chapter 1

It's a strange site to see a crib standing in the middle of the room. Such a delicate piece of furniture which carries a lot of responsibility in such a cold room that carries huge amounts of sorrow and pain. He looks at the crib with a frown on his brows. Quietly observing the paintings of flowers in different shades of purple and blue on it. He had ordered his slaves to make this, he still doesn't really know why, maybe to bring more color in the life of the small creature laying in the crib. He just keeps staring at it with a thoughtful look on his face. A sudden soft whimpering sound coming from the crib makes him look up, he slowly walks to the crib and looks in it. The infant laying in the crib doesn't look happy, not happy at all. Her light blue brows are frowned and her tiny little nose is wrinkled while she angrily waves her small balled fists, small cries coming from her mouth while her chubby little cheeks slowly turn red. He looks at the small and seemingly angry creature lying in her crib, not really knowing what to do, but as the cries turn louder he knows that he better figures it out soon before she grants him with a permanent hearing problem. He grunts and looks around, annoyed by the infants crying turning louder every second now. Still, while his heart, if he actually has one, has said to be as cold as ice…or even colder, he can't kill this little creature, he still doesn't know why but just the idea of makes him nervous and actually quite bothered. However, she's not making it very easy for him right now. He produces a low grunt as he looks around, carefully scanning his surroundings for something that might be useful in this case, but fails to see anything. He feels almost desperate right now, since the crying has gotten extremely loud and uncomfortable.

'Ahem…Milord Frieza, if I have permission to speak…'

Frieza turns around, gritting his teeth while giving an extremely irritated look at the guard who dared to bother him 'Can't you see I'm busy you fool?!' The guard shoots him a very nervous look and slowly nods 'I know milord, but I think the infant…may be hungry.' Frieza looks up, he actually never thought about that, how should he know? He's the ruler of this damn universe: he has no experience with babies! The slaves had handled her care for the past couple of days, this is the first time he's actually ''alone'' with the child. He then looks back at the guard again with narrowed red eyes 'Well…go and fetch me her bottle.' The guard nods 'Yes milord' and quickly runs out of the room. Frieza turns his gaze on the infant again, sighs, and bends over to carefully pick her up. Her big blue eyes shoot open and she looks at the man who's holding her. The tiny Earthling sniffs a couple of times and gives Frieza a thoughtful look, like she's contemplating whether she should stop her crying, or just go on with in it until the bottle is actually in her mouth. Probably deciding that option one is the best option, she just keeps observing Frieza with those big blue orbs, producing small noises as she tries to grab his nose. Frieza finds himself intrigued by this tiny creature, holding her closely and being almost surprised as he notices how a small but genuine smile has found its way to his lips. He has gotten so used to take lives that he never thought of how it would be to grant them. He's always been there at the end of people's time, but never at the beginning and it amazes him at how beautiful it actually seems to look. 'You, kid, you are going to make me soft.'

The door flies open as the guard rushes in. It's actually quite the ridiculous sight. Seeing a big bulgy a guard running in with a baby bottle in his hand, hilarious. 'Milord, I have her bottle, it's already warmed up too.' Frieza cocks up his eyebrow as he looks at the guard 'Hm…' Frieza then turns around and walks to his seat, sitting down in it while laying the infant in a more comfortable position to receive her meal. She eagerly accepts the bottle, starting to drink but then all of a sudden, she spits it out and her face is twisted in anger as she loudly starts to cry. Frieza looks shocked and baffled at the same time, isn't she supposed to be hungry?! Then he looks at the bottle again, suddenly noticing the warmth underneath his hand coming from the bottle. He narrows his eyes and splashes some of the milk on his arm, noticing the heath. It's too hot! The baby is not crying because she's not hungry, she is hungry! But she's crying because she just burned her small mouth. He breathes in very sharply as he puts down the bottle. He then calmly holds up the baby with her head leaning over his shoulder, face back from what's about to happen as he carefully rubs her tiny back to comfort her. Small hiccups are produced because of the crying and he mumbles some soothing words in her ear as he stands up and slowly walks over to the guard. Frieza just looks at the man, his eyes again narrowed and a small grin on his lips 'Maybe next time, you would like to check the temperature before handing me a bottle. The poor thing burned her mouth because her formula was too hot…' His voice sounds low and cold and he tilts his head as he sees how small drops of sweat are forming themselves on the guard's forehead, he's nervous, very nervous. Frieza just smirks. The small baby sitting on his arm as he carefully places her hand on the back of her neck to make sure she can't turn her head to look behind her. 'There's just one problem…' Frieza's voice sounds sickly sweet as he glares at the guard in front of him, holding up the index finger of his free hand 'There won't be a next time…' A small and satisfied smirk appears on his face a small beam of ki shoots right between the eyes of the guard, making him fall down immediately, lifeless. Frieza just shrugs and shakes his head, talking to the baby he's holding in his arms 'You, young lady, you're going to be way more trouble than I thought you would be…'

18 years later

'Zarbon!' Zarbon turns around by hearing someone calling out his name, just to be introduced with a flash of blue and two arms wrapped tightly around his muscular neck. He looks down, immediately being introduced to a pair of crystal clear blue eyes and an enormous smile.

'Oh my God Zarbon, it's been such a long time, I've missed you so much!' The sweet sound of her voice makes a genuine smile appear around his lips, he always has had a huge soft spot for the small blue haired creature holding him tightly. So carefully, not to harm her with his strength, he returns the hug, smelling the scent of roses coming up from her long blue locks. 'Bulma, Baby Blue, I've missed you too.' Bulma looks up at Zarbon, flashing him another grand smile by hearing her favorite nickname and hugging him even more tightly, knowing that she won't be able to hurt him, even if she wanted too.

'Awh…how cute...' a cold voice from behind them makes Zarbon look up, staring straight in the blood red eyes of Frieza who's standing there with a slightly tilted head and hands behind his back while his tail softly taps on the ground. 'Bulma, dear, I would love for you to not suffocate my right hand man, it would be such a drag to find a new one. Since I am not the most patient man in this universe, those…''auditions''…can sometimes get quite messy.' Bulma looks behind her and quickly let's go of Zarbon's neck and gives a small and polite bow 'Father…' Frieza smirks at her and then turns his attention at Zarbon who now also bows down while touching the left side of his chest with his right hand 'Lord Frieza.' Frieza nods and motions for him to stand up 'I'm glad to see that you have returned safely from your mission Zarbon, although you have to excuse me that I won't be giving you the same type of greeting that my daughter just gave, I won't exactly be setting an example if I do so.' Frieza crosses his arms and then suddenly sets his gaze on Bulma while still talking to him, giving Zarbon a very uncomfortable feeling 'But anyway Zarbon, you'd probably like to freshen up a bit before hearing about your new mission. I think my daughter would be quite delighted if I'd invite you for dinner to talk certain things through.' Frieza carefully studies Bulma's expression for a couple of seconds before returning his attention back at Zarbon again, his cold red eyes looking straight in his yellow ochre ones 'I expect you to be in Bulma's and my own quarters at eight o'clock sharp, I just won't take no for an answer.' Frieza then, without saying another word, turns around and starts walking away, his tail slowly sweeping behind him 'Bulma dear, Zarbon needs to get ready for dinner, so please come with me. I don't think he'd be able to handle the distraction if you were to stay.' Bulma turns around and looks at Zarbon, shooting him an apologetic smile before running off after Frieza, leaving him behind all alone. He wonders what has suddenly gotten into Frieza during his away…

'Us men are vile creatures my dear.' Frieza shoots Bulma a warning look as he slowly twirls the expensive wine in his crystal glass, carefully observing the rich red liquid. Frieza then looks at his daughters face again. His daughter. The sound of those words makes him feel proud and when he looks at Bulma he wants nothing more than to protect her. Physically she's such a weak creature, but he has raised her well and she has turned out into a beautiful and intelligent young woman who's mentally very strong. Frieza tilts his head a bit as he looks at the blue haired young woman sitting in front of him, shooting him curious looks. He just looks at her, enjoying her as a person, she's even a bit too beautiful. He grins and gives a dramatic sigh 'How it feels like it was only yesterday when you were still a tiny and innocent little girl with your bubbly spirit. I can still see you jumping through the hallways, you were always able to produce a smile on everyone's face even on those of my toughest men.' Bulma smiles while she reminisces those days. 'These days however, my dear child, they are not smiling anymore about how cute you are, they now have a whole different reason to smile when they see you.' Bulma shoots him the same curious look like she did mere seconds ago, a questioning look all over her pretty features 'What do you mean father?' Frieza breathes in sharply and shakes his head 'Nothing to worry about child, absolutely nothing to worry about.' Frieza looks back at his wine again while he almost invisibly flares his nostrils, because if those idiots will do anything more but smiling to his young precious daughter, he will literally rip their intestines out through their fucking noses and force them to eat it for breakfast. Frieza then looks up at Bulma again, shooting her a fatherly smile, nothing like the cold and unpredictable grins he's known for 'Anyway dear, captain Ginyu visited me today. It seems that they made a little stop on planet Earth while returning from their mission. He took some of that horrible stuff you like so much with him for you…you know…that sweet candy they call chocolate.' Frieza's face turns into a disgusted twist, but he turns around and reaches out for a small gold colored box. Bulma just produces a huge ear to ear grin 'Oh my dear, how nice of him! I love these!' Bulma takes the box from Frieza and opens it up, then quickly looks back at Frieza again 'Where is he? I should probably thank him for these, I know that they're quite expensive…plus…it's such a thoughtful gesture of him.' Frieza shrugs and gives an uninterested look 'I already thanked him for you in advance, plus I doubt he's on the ship tonight…' Bulma nods as she looks at the chocolates 'Ah well, I'll thank him myself another time.' She shoots Frieza a smile and closes the box again 'Got to save my appetite for dinner.' She then stands up and straightens her clothes 'If you'll excuse me father, dinner isn't going to take that long anymore and I would really like to freshen up a bit before that.' Frieza just nods, placing his glass on the smooth surface of the table next to him 'Of course dear, I was actually about to suggest the same…I know how you women can be.' Bulma smiles again and walks over to Frieza, giving him a small peck on the cheek 'I'll see you in a few hours father.' She then turns around and exits the room. Frieza looks at her disappearing appearance and then breathes in deeply. Such innocence…He turns around to look out of the big window, showing nothing more but the darkness of the universe. Bulma, my beautiful but very weak Bulma…he shakes his head. Tonight is the night that he will introduce Zarbon to his new mission. That's why he ordered him to come back early from his mission and although he's not very fond of the idea, after careful consideration Zarbon came out as the best man for the job. Frieza flares his nostrils, suddenly feeling sickened by what Zarbon's new mission is going to be.

But it has to be done…