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The-Closet-Goblin actually gave me a great idea (so especially a big thank you to you ^^). I've decided to start every story with a certain moment from Bulma's childhood, to let you guys see how she grew up, after that I'll go on with the ''normal'' storyline, although both stories will eventually be connected to each other.
For all you Vegeta lovers out there, obviously I'm a big fan of the Bulma and Vegeta combination myself and he, of course, will play a leading role in this fanfic. It is however, going to take some time before Vegeta enters the stage, so have patience ^^.
Enjoy chapter 2 of Daddy's Girl.
Chapter 2
The past…
Big blue curls are bouncing around her pretty little face as the tiny girl happily jumps up and down. Eyes tightly closed, arms spread and a grand smile on her lips.
'Okay Baby Blue, here we go…'
Strong arms carefully pick up the happy toddler, who giggles in pleasure, while holding her tightly, though not too tight.
'Hold on Baby Blue.'
Her tiny arms are wrapped around his neck as she looks up to him with those big blue orbs in anticipation. He smiles.
'Okay Baby Blue, on the count of three: one…'
She gives another cheerful giggle while looking happily at him. He can't help but bending a bit forward and giving her a small peck on her forehead, just looking at her innocent little face is enough to make him feel lighter.
'Two…'
She closes her eyes tightly again and almost buries her face in his chest, however he can still feel her endless smile and warm breath against him. Such trust, such love.
'Three!'
He feels how her small arms are now holding him even tighter, fully aware of knowing what's next. He smirks and jumps up. Blasting off through the hallways in a raging speed…at least…it's a raging speed in her world. In reality he's flying in a normal, even slow, pace. But it's fast enough for the little girl to keep her safe, but to still make her enjoy. He can't help but smile when he hears her happy and enthusiastic laughter's. She's such a cheerful little thing.
He now nears the end of the longest hallway at the ship and lands back on his two feet again. The tiny girl pulls herself away from his chest a bit and opens up her eyes again. A big smile on her lips as she shoots him a begging look 'Again Sabon, again!' Zarbon smiles a genuine smile when he sees the enthusiastic look in her eyes and a warm feeling rises up in his chest as he hears how she pronounces his name, but he shakes head determined 'No lady Bulma, I'm sorry, but your father is waiting and we can't have him wait too long.' He shakes his head again as she gives him her pouty face and sighs, if only she knew how impatient her ''father'' actually is, she'd understand. He takes the small girl by her sides and sets her back on the ground again, ruffling her ocean blue curls with his hand, earning him another happy giggle. He then takes her by the hand and walks with her towards the big white doors in front of them.
Sooner or later she will find out how her father can really be. But although Frieza's ways will never change, not even for the sake of the small blue creature walking next to him, Zarbon knows that Frieza is determined to keep the girls innocence intact. Zarbon steals a glance at the toddler who's tightly holding his hand, or is more so holding two of his fingers. He remembers that Frieza once told him, a bit more than a year back, that even though he is as dark as creatures all throughout the universe describe him to be, this little girl will always be that small bit of light that keeps him sane. He just hopes that Bulma, whose whole personality basically is the best description for the word innocence, will be capable of handling that ugly truth when the time is near. Zarbon sighs again and gives a firm knock on the door. Time to face the devil.
'Daddy!' The three year old toddler runs happily to her father who's sitting in his chair with a glass of deep red wine next to him on the smooth surface of a table. Without any fear she jumps up at the purple lizard, who scoops up the small girl lovingly in his arms, earning him a great big hug from his daughter. For an outsider this would probably be a strange sight. To see Frieza, ruler of the universe, a cold blooded murderer, holding this tiny little Earthling in such a loving embrace. Those who know Frieza, those who really know Frieza, do understand and those are only a handful of people. Although the small creature is able to do things to Frieza that nobody else can, he's still the same cold hearted dark bastard he's always been to all others.
'Daddy! Sabon took me flying!' the small toddler looks happily at her father's light purple face while leaning against his chest. He gives her a small smile before giving Zarbon a thoughtful look while letting his fingers play with Bulma's long blue curls. 'How…nice…of Zarbon dear, although Zarbon knows that I'm not really fond of him flying you around…' Frieza's voice sounds friendly to his daughter, but the sharp edge that comes through doesn't go unnoticed by Zarbon who suddenly feels a bit nervous. Frieza has indeed told him this before and any other soldier would have probably signed his or her own death warrant by doing so. Thankfully, as Frieza's right hand man, he's allowed to make some mistakes, although, it's probably better not to push Frieza's buttons.
'Thankfully for our sweet Zarbon, I'm willing to pretend that this…never happened.' Frieza carefully observes Zarbon's face and then suddenly looks at one of the blue curls he's holding between his two fingers 'But I strongly suggest that he never does so again. You see, accidents have the nasty tendency to happen before really realizing it…' Frieza's voice sounds sweet, but the warning look he suddenly shoots Zarbon says enough. Zarbon quickly bows his head and clears his throat 'It will not happen again lord Frieza.' Frieza smirks and looks at Bulma again, who's comfortably sitting on his lap and leaning against his chest with tired eyes. 'Bulma dear…' Bulma looks up, her big blue eyes meeting Frieza's small red ones 'Daddy?' she gives him a questioning look and Frieza sighs and gives the small creature a stern look 'No flying anymore, it's dangerous. I don't want you to fall and get hurt, so don't try and lure Zarbon into flying you around with those blue orbs of you. I've already told you this once, if this happens again I'll get angry you hear me?' Bulma gives a guilty look, lowers her head and softly nods, knowing very well that her begging looks aren't going to help her this time 'Yes daddy…' Frieza looks satisfied, another small smile creeping on his lips 'Now dear, I have some things to do right now. You might be happy to hear that Zarbon will have dinner with you instead of me. I'll be back in time to take you to bed.' Young Bulma throws Frieza a happy smile. She's crazy about the mint colored warrior and having dinner with him means lots of funny faces and jokes, so she's absolutely fine with that.
Zarbon just sighs relieved as he sees how Frieza carefully puts Bulma back on her own two feet again and walks to the door. He's really crazy about the blue haired toddler, but he also values his life a lot. This time was really close, so although he enjoys putting a big smile on the small girls face, he's going to need to be a bit more careful in the future.
'Like I said Zarbon…I'll be back in time, don't do anything stupid…there will be a day that even you are out of credit.' Frieza smirks and gives Bulma a small kiss on her soft little cheek before walking out the door. 'Have a nice dinner you two…'
The present…
Bulma runs her hand through her long blue curls, staring critically at her reflection in the mirror. She's absolutely ecstatic that Zarbon has returned from his mission. He had been gone for almost two long years and she had missed the tall warrior dearly. Even though their twenty year age gap she's always seen Zarbon as her best friend, so him not being around for such a long time was an absolute drag. Sure, Zarbon often went on missions before, but most of those missions only took about three months, so telling her that his new mission was going to take a couple of years had been a big blow to her. Bulma smiles at her own reflection and then looks at her small collection of perfume, deciding which one is best to wear to dinner tonight. She didn't even expected Zarbon to be back and when she spotted the familiar emerald colored braided hair today, she immediately jumped up and ran to him. Bulma carefully picks up one of the crystal perfume bottles and produces an almost dreamy smile. This is her absolute favorite. Zarbon once brought it with him for her from one of his missions, a perfume with the subtle salty scent of the ocean, wind and sand all mixed together. 'Because all the oceans throughout the universe together can't even be compared to how beautiful you are Baby Blue…' he had told her when he had given her the small blue crystal bottle. She gives a small sigh and applies a small bit of the perfume behind her ears before returning her gaze back to her reflection in the mirror again and smiling satisfied. She runs her hands through her long hair one more time, happy with how she looks. Her long blue curls cascading down her back like a true waterfall and just a hint of makeup to accentuate her eyes and lips a bit more, subtle but just enough. She pushes back her chair from her cream colored vanity, stands up and straightens her clothes. She's very happy that her father invited Zarbon for dinner, which is quite the rarity. Her father isn't a big fan of ''intruders'' during dinnertime. It's a small moment of peace and solitude between father and daughter, so nine out of ten times dinner is just with the two of them and a small amount of servants, having a third party joining them only means that Zarbon's new mission is probably going to be very important. Bulma tucks her hair behind her ears and walks to her door, punching in the code that allows it to open. Although she really hopes that Zarbon's new mission isn't one in which he is gone again for several years. He just came back and she'd like to have some time with him before he leaves again, she just missed her best friend so incredibly much and she's not ready to say goodbye yet. A sad feeling builds up inside of her by only thinking about such things and she swallows the hard lump that has formed itself in her throat away. She just really hopes for the best…
It's probably his fifth glass of wine today and especially this night he almost feels sad that alcohol doesn't have any effect on him at all. It never had and never will have. But right now he would probably pay a huge amount of money to just get plain drunk…very drunk.
Frieza breathes in sharply through his nose while he lets the rich flavored wine roll on his tongue before swallowing it, feeling the warm sensation spread through his throat. He then produces a huge sigh and places the glass back on the smooth surface of the white colored wooden table in front of him.
'Father.'
Frieza looks up and sees Bulma standing in the doorway. His beautiful blue haired angel with a soft and friendly smile on her face. She's fucking gorgeous.
She walks up to him and places her small and fragile looking hand on his shoulder, while bowing down and giving him a small though tender kiss on his cheek. He smiles a small smile as he returns the favor. 'Please child, take a seat.' Bulma walks to the seat next to Frieza and carefully sits down in the pillowed chair. She then takes the neatly folded napkin from her porcelain plate and places it over her thighs to prevent from any possible stains while eating. Frieza watches her through narrowed red eyes, proud that she's grown up to be such an elegant young woman with her small and delicate movements. 'You look absolutely beautiful tonight my dear.' Bulma looks up at him, flashing him one of her warm smiles and bowing her head in appreciation 'Thank you father, that's very kind of you to say.' Frieza nods, a small smirk around his lips while he snaps his long and pale fingers, waiting for one of the servant slaves to pop out of a dark corner of the room. Frieza doesn't even look at the young and frightened slave while ordering her to pour in some wine for lady Bulma. Her rough looking hands are softly trembling while she pours in the golden colored liquid in Bulma's crystal glass, the lady herself looking away a slight bit uncomfortable, not liking the idea of using slaves so much. Frieza knows this, he doesn't care though. Bulma should learn how to live with them. It's just part of the simple hierarchy of life. He likes the sweet, compassionate and innocent personality of his precious daughter, but in cases such as these he wished she'd a bit tougher. Frieza sighs and waves his hand, a sign for the young slave to silently disappear back into the shadows again. Bulma smiles nervously while picking up her glass, taking a small sip 'So…when will Zarbon be here?' her voice sounds strange, which it always does when a slave just served her, he hates it but he can't help it. Frieza pulls up his eyebrow and looks at the big antique hardwood clock standing behind Bulma's frail form, but before really being able to read the time, the door suddenly opens showing the tall mint colored warrior walking in. Speaking of the devil…
'Lord Frieza, Lady Bulma…'
Zarbon bows down gracefully. New, fresh and shiny armor covering his body and his cyan colored cape draped elegantly over his broad shoulders. A slick smirk appears on Frieza's face as he watches Zarbon 'Well, Zarbon…what a pleasant surprise. It seems that you've managed to shorten your little ''beauty procedure'' since you're actually on time…I'm almost impressed' Frieza glares at the clock behind Bulma and then puts his attention back on Zarbon again while holding out his arm in an somewhat inviting manner 'Please…take a seat.' Zarbon gives a small nod and walks to the table where he takes place across Bulma next to Frieza's other side. The slave that just poured in Bulma's white wine appears from out the shadows again, only this time to pour in the same rich red velvety liquid as Frieza has in his glass before discretely disappearing again. Frieza throws Zarbon a smooth grin, one elbow on the table while resting his chin on the back of his hand 'So…here we are, all together, how nice.' From the corner of his blood red eyes he notices the strange but curious look Bulma is giving him, he's fully award of the fact that he's acting differently and he knows that this behavior isn't going by unnoticed, not by Bulma and his trusted right hand man Zarbon. Frieza smirks and picks up his crystal glass. Looking closely at the red liquid while carefully twirling it around before taking a very slow sip. He then places the glass down on the table again and throws a look at his daughter as well as at Zarbon. 'You are probably wondering why I decided to make you abandon your mission early Zarbon.' Frieza looks at Zarbon who just nods and opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, Frieza already turns his attention to Bulma 'And you, my sweet child, are probably wondering why I've invited Zarbon to our private dinner moment.' Bulma just looks at Frieza, not saying anything, not nodding, but by the look in her eyes he can actually see that she is indeed very curious. Frieza breathes in deeply and all of a sudden, quickly stands up, walking to the grand window that shows the spectacular beauty of the universe. His tail slowly sweeping behind him as he takes it all in, closing his eyes while he's standing with his back towards Bulma and Zarbon. Then he turns back again, watching the both of them, his eyes narrowed and an almost sour expression on his face, suddenly feeling the need to be drunk again. 'Well, I believe it's time to call a spade a spade hm? I brought the two of you here to talk about a very delicate matter.' Bulma throws her father a strange and questioning look, while Zarbon is leaning back, awaiting what the leader of the universe is about to say. Frieza breathes in sharply again and as he breathes out he shakes his head, like he can't really believe what he's about to say:
'I'm here to talk about marriage…marriage between the both of you.'
