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Note: So, it took some time to post a new chapter, but as I said before, I won't be updating this story regularly since I want to finish my other fic, Unwanted Bride, first. I will however, whenever a good idea pops up in my mind, post a new chapter in this fic. But again, I'm also busy with my other fanfic, my studies, work, household, family etc. etc. So please bear with me.
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Enjoy chapter 3 of Daddy's Girl.
Chapter 3
The past…
The Ginyu Force always makes her laugh, not in a bad way but in a very good way. There's no doubt in the small girl's mind that they are a very strong bunch of creatures, but they're also silly, very silly. And it's exactly that reason that Frieza decided to summon them. Because of the fact that their…clownish…''act'' makes little Bulma laugh and a bit of happiness is all she needs. The worries however struck him, like a thunderstruck, when young Bulma didn't laugh, when her eyes seemed hollow and empty as she looked at the five grown up men before her, goofing around, trying everything in her power to make her laugh.
Frieza throws a concerned look at the little blue haired creature lying in bed sleeping, hating the fact that the human race is so damn weak. Bulma is sick. She is so every once in a while. One of his doctors, who made sure to carefully study human anatomy once he discovered that Frieza adopted the small blue haired girl, told him it's actually a quite common thing for humans. They're just more vulnerable and although a simple cold can look like something terrible, it usually passes by in a couple of days.
Frieza grunts, his child has been sick for the past two weeks now and she's still burning up with a fever. She's not her cheerful little self and she looks…well, quite frankly, she looks just horrible. He grits his teeth and walks to the bed where little Bulma is sleeping in.
He actually thought about killing that damn doctor in a very slow and painful way for deceiving him, but since he is the only one who knows something about human anatomy, he decided against it. It doesn't make him any less pissed however. Frieza sighs and carefully, not to wake the small sleeping creature up, brushes a few aqua colored strands of hair, that are covering her forehead, aside. He feels almost devastated about how extremely warm she is. Shaking his head slowly he pulls his hand back, bends forward and places his cool lips on the feverish hot skin of her cheek. Her sapphire eyes slowly flutter open and he crouches down next to her while taking her small and tender hand in his pale and rough one.
´I´m sorry my dear, I didn´t mean to wake you up.´
Young Bulma turns her head to the side to look at her father, crouching down next to her with a concerned look gleaming in his eyes while carefully holding her hand. A tiny, but very real, smile appears on her dry lips.
´That´s okay daddy, it was time to wake up anyway…´
Her voice sounds small and weak and when she´s suddenly overwhelmed by a coughing fit, he has had enough. Her innocent face is twisted in pain as he can actually hear her small lungs protesting, hearing a strange and gurgling sound coming from her chest area. He clenches his jaw and quickly stands up to sit in on the bed, pulling his young and tiny daughter on his lap and holding her tightly against his strong chest while rocking back and forward, mumbling comforting words in her ear. He feels helpless, for there is nothing more he can do but this and kills him inside to know that his precious little girl is in pain. She feels so extremely fragile and her soft wails of pain sound murderous in his ears.
'It's going to be okay sweety, I promise it will, it's all going to be okay.'
His fingers are buried in her aqua colored locks and his lips are leaned against her temples, the poor young thing is covered in sweat and he can feel her hot tears stinging against his cold skin. He suddenly doesn't know who he's actually trying to comfort, the small creature who he looks upon as his daughter or himself?
Frieza sighs and closes his eyes, what can a father do when his child is in pain? He would do anything, anything, to protect this girl, he would kill millions more and conquer every dimension if it only means to keep her safe. Hell, he would even cut out his own heart for her. But this? This pain? How can he help her? He swallows away lump of sorrow and worries in his throat and holds his child carefully against him, despising the gurgling sounds that come from her tender lungs.
'Daddy…'
Big teary sapphire eyes mean small and worried red ones. Her bottom lip slightly trembles and her small voice sounds even smaller and softer than before. Her hands are clamping at his clothing and she looks at him almost in despair.
'Daddy it hurts…'
Those words, the look reflecting in her innocent eyes…the trust she gave him. He nods and places a tender kiss on her forehead before standing up, holding her tightly in his strong and fatherly embrace.
'Hold on tightly sweet child, daddy will it make go away, I promise I will…'
He then jumps up, holding his precious child tightly against him and blasts off through the hallways, towards the medical wing while activating the communication lines through his scouter. Not awaiting a reply, not awaiting anything, he flares his nostrils while ordering:
'Set course to planet Vegeta, full speed, and let them know that we're coming. My child is sick and I know that they have the ability and resources to cure her. Make sure that those idiot monkeys are prepared, I expect us to arrive in less than five hours and if it takes even one fucking minute longer than that…I will take on a new staff…since I will blast all your fucking asses to hell!'
Frieza then shuts off the communication line, not willing to get completely devoured by anger. He looks down and sighs when he sees that the small girl is a sleep again, realizing that by letting the Saiyans know he has a Human daughter, she could be in potential danger.
The present…
Bulma starts to cough, her wine almost bursting out of her mouth. She quickly places her hand in front of her mouth and places down the elegant looking crystal glass on the table.
'Marriage?!'
Bulma turns to look at her father, her sapphire eyes staring intently at him, disbelieving. Maybe she didn't hear him correctly, maybe he was just joking around, trying to discover, by measuring their reaction to this, if she and Zarbon are romantically interested in each other…
But then again, Bulma furrows her trimmed blue brows while observing her father's stern and serious looking face. No, her father isn't a man for ''joking around'', he's too serious, too dark for something like that. Bulma sniffs and softly bites on her lower lip. Plus, if he suspected her and Zarbon to be interested in each other in such a way, Zarbon would have already ''disappeared''. Bulma shudders, not allowing herself to think about such things any further. Instead, she just looks at her father, awaiting his answer.
'You've heard me correctly my dear child. Marriage.'
Frieza looks back at her with a stoic look reflecting in his eyes, not even the slightest hint of amusement hiding behind those narrowed red orbs. His thick tail is slowly sweeping behind him and his hands are on his back, the spectacular sight of the universe in all its beauty luring behind him through the window.
Bulma almost wildly shakes her head in complete disbelief, her ocean blue curls whipping around her face as she does. She can't believe it. Her overly protective father, talking about marriage…between her and Zarbon, her best friend, a person she looks warmly upon as a very close family member. Bulma sniffs, her father is probably the last person she expected something like this from, so she's flabbergasted, absolutely and one hundred percent flabbergasted.
'B…b…but father…Zarbon? How? Why? I…I…I just don't understand?'
Frieza looks at the confused young woman, barely a woman, sitting in front of him. A mixture of confusion and disbelief reflecting in her beautiful blue eyes as she looks at him. Her hands grabbing down on her chair as her knuckles turn white. Frieza smiles, it's a smile that's reserved for her and her only. He then sighs and slowly shakes his head as he calmly walks back to his chair standing at the dining table. His tail still slowly sweeping behind him, hands still on his back.
'I don't expect you to understand my dear, I hardly even understand it myself.'
Zarbon, who's been silent this whole time, is looking straight ahead of him, staring into the complete nothingness, like someone gave him a good punch in the face. He licks his dry lips, not paying any attention to Frieza nor Bulma. He sighs and leans back a bit. In the back of his mind he knew that his day was bound to come. He always knew. From the moment that Frieza took away the small baby from his arms, he knew, he just never knew when.
The mint colored warrior crosses his muscular arms in front of his chest, contemplating his thoughts. In comparison to Bulma, Frieza doesn't have to explain to him why he decided upon marriage. Frieza has decided and what Frieza decides has to be done, even though its ethics are questionable. The idea of marrying the blue haired beauty sitting across of him isn't something he doesn't like, it's actually quite tempting. But still…she's so young, heck! He has seen her grown up, watched her first steps in this life. So isn't marrying a girl her age and with all he knows and has seen from her against everything he stands for? Not as a warrior, but as a man. She probably sees him as an uncle, maybe a brother. But still…he can't deny Frieza, he would be signing his own death warrant if he does so plus, he can't think of another suitable candidate. He would respect, cherish and protect her without being tempted. He seriously doubts others to be as strong as that and even if it means Frieza's wrath they would probably enjoy a night with the small, fragile and beautiful Earthling. After all…she's weak…what can she do?
Zarbon flares his nostrils in anger as he thinks about someone as disgusting like Dodoria touching his beautiful and innocent Baby Blue. Sure, Frieza isn't stupid but still. He himself probably is the best choice.
Frieza watches his daughters face, understanding her confusion, knowing that he can't explain, not right now, it's not the right time yet. He almost hates himself for doing this to her, but he simply has no choice and by seeing Zarbon's expression he knows that he understands and will obey him. But still…it's difficult, very difficult.
'Child, I'm your father and, although I love to keep you with me for all eternity, I have to start thinking about your future, for your own good. You're not a little girl anymore. The time has come for you to settle down with the right person, you're expected to take over everything I created one day. You need a strong suitor to accomplish that, especially in a universe like this one. There are only few I trust and Zarbon, as my right hand man, I trust. He knows you, he has seen you grow up, he's strong and he knows the cruelties of life. He is the perfect choice for a husband.'
Bulma stares at the man standing in front of her, still in complete and utter disbelief. Of course she understands the things that he's saying. But it all seems to be happening so…quickly and she just can't help but think that there's more behind this than the reasons he just gave her. But then again, should she complain? She is given the opportunity to marry her best friend, what better thing is there than marrying her best friend?
Bulma swallows and looks down, hands in her lap. Fully aware of the fact that she's lying to herself. Love…love is the reason why people should get married. She then turns her head, gazing straight into Zarbon's eyes. He gives her a warm smile and nods slowly.
Can you learn to fall in love with someone?
