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Enjoy chapter 4 of Daddy's Girl.
Chapter 4
The past...
'Your majesty, lord Frieza has arrived.'
It's a cold and rainy day, almost depressing. Dark clouds have gathered themselves at the horizon, rumbling dangerously in the distance while small flashes of lightening are starting to show themselves.
A tall and broad looking man with dark mysterious eyes and unruly ebony hair, pointing in the air like a troubled flickering flame, sighs. His arms are crossed before his chest while he carefully observes the threatening clouds protesting in the distance. He then turns around slightly and slowly nods, acknowledging the presence of his messenger.
'I suppose he went straight to the medical wing?'
His voice sounds deep, but completely emotionless, already knowing the answer to that question but still asking it for good measure.
'Yes your majesty, he has.'
He slowly nods again, now turning around completely while looking at his messenger with a thoughtful look in his eyes, his arms now uncrossed as he slowly plucks at his goatee which has the same dark color as his hair. From the outside he looks like a bored and uninterested monarch, not really caring for what his messenger has to say, but still taking note of it just because it's the polite thing to do. But those who know him, those who really know him, know that this simple gesture of unknowingly plucking at his well-trimmed beard, is a sign of utter and complete nervousness.
'Has he asked for me?''
The messenger, who's still on his knees with one arm across from his chest, quickly shakes his head.
'No your majesty, he hasn't requested your presence yet. Lord Frieza actually seemed to be quite…well…quite distressed.'
He curiously cocks up his eyebrow and takes a few steps forward. Motioning with his white gloved hand for the messenger to stand up. Frieza distressed? How bizarre…He has known the lizard tyrant for many years now, with his cold and stoic appearance, his small but very dangerous smirks and his horrible cruel actions. No, Frieza doesn't seem to be the person who ought to be distressed. But still…he has heard the rumors…rumors about the tyrant softening up, being more calm and merciful. He always thought of them as lies, simple lies to mislead innocent souls, to lure them into his trickeries.
'Distressed you say?'
The messenger, a tall man with long black spiky hair and narrowed dark eyes, nods.
'Yes your majesty, he looked distressed. I think it has to do something with the girl.'
His normally mysterious eyes suddenly turn big and he walks even closer towards his messenger, grabbing the unknowing man by the collar and pulling him closer while staring in his eyes.
'A girl? So it's true? Frieza has a child…and if it's true what they're saying about this child…'
King Vegeta then let's go of his messenger, shoving the man backwards as if he's some disgusting being. He then turns around again, pacing to his window and staring outside, focusing his watch at the dark clouds in the distance again.
'Leave. But keep me informed. If anything happens, I want to know.'
She walks around on bare feet, the upper part of her face covered by the darkness of her loose cloak, only her mouth can be seen. Soft gentle looking lips, parted in a small but meaningful smile most of the time. Her skin is pale with clear blue veins showing through, it looks like the most fragile marble there exists and when she walks she sounds like the wind…soft rustling, like tall trees slowly dancing in the wind. Her voice is like a never ending whisper, soft and comforting, dangerous and frightening. Everybody knows who she is, but at the same time, nobody knows who she is. They all know that she's always there, luring from the dark shadows with her watchful invisible eyes. Even that smile is enough to penetrate your soul...she doesn't even have to try.
Frieza has seen her, he's seen her before and he sees her now. He's seen her walking with them, maneuvering herself through the shadows with the elegant grace of a ballerina as he carried his young blue haired daughter to the infirmary and even though he couldn't see her eyes, he knows that she was staring at the young girl lying in his arms. Normally he would have killed someone staring at his child like that, staring at her with such insolence. But there was something, softly whispering in his ear, that he couldn't…he couldn't kill this creature…he couldn't kill this woman.
He quickly walks through the hallways, tail wildly sweeping behind him, like that of an angry feline. His pace is strong, self-assured, the pace of a man who knows what he wants, but then all of a sudden, without even turning his head, he comes to an abrupt halt.
'Why were you staring at her?'
His voice sounds hard and sharp at the same time, a tone that brings fear…to most.
The small smile covering her lips turns wider, showing her straight and pearly white teeth, she slowly steps forward, retrieving herself of the hollow darkness while she cocks her head to one side. Her arms covered by all pitch black fabric, hanging by her sides. He notices her bare, pale feet. Small with cherry red nails, almost inappropriate compared to the rest of her appearance.
'It is difficult to not look at her…she is quite the beauty…'
She speaks out the words slowly, almost as if she carefully picked them out, like she's afraid that she'll be saying too much. Her voice sounds soft, like a friendly spring breeze on a beautiful morning, but still, there's a strange edge to it. He can't quite put his finger on it, but he still can't find himself to be the tyrant to her like he's supposed to be. Fucking Saiyan, Fucking monkey.
'I'm no Saiyan.'
Her voice now sounds sharp, almost disappointed. He looks at her in shock, his brows furrowed. He didn't say those words out loud…so how did she…
'I know all, lord Frieza…it's who I am. You will never understand. They will never understand. But that's okay, I can't be bothered.'
She smiles awkwardly before continuing.
'You question yourself why you can't kill me, like you would have with most by now. I'm not strong, I don't have any importance in this society and I…insulted you…by publicly staring at your young and beautiful daughter. So why…why not kill me?'
She then takes another step forward, a soft rustling sound reaches his ears and before he really realizes it she has grabbed his hand with her small, yet very elegant and well kept looking, own hands. The icy coldness of her hand however, makes him actually shiver from the inside, she gives him a feeling that nobody has even given him before. It's like she's…she's…
She bends forward, her voice now nothing more but an almost silent whisper.
'You can't kill those…who have already…been killed…Frieza…'
His eyes grow huge and he suddenly notices the blue veins howing through the skin of her hands…like marble…His eyes then shift up back at her face, her lips in that same awkward smile.
'She belongs here. They need her…I need her…'
She now grabs his hand even tighter, the awkward smile has made place for an almost maniacal grin, but before he can jerk his hand back she bends forward again, whispering in his ear, her icy breath sending cold shivers up his spine.
'They will come for her one day…you can't escape this…they need her…those filthy monkeys need her…'
Then, all of a sudden, she lets go of his hand, dropping it like it's nothing. The smile on her face suddenly looks to be all peaceful and serene again and she slowly backs away into the darkness of the shadows again and although he can't see her eyes, he knows that she's staring at him…staring at him intently and he stares back, not knowing what to say or what to do…it's like…she put some sort of spell on him. He just watches her slowly vanish in the darkness, his mouth dry and his eyes burning.
'Lord Frieza!'
Frieza quickly turns around, almost shocked by hearing someone calling out his name. Zarbon, his right hand man, quickly walks to him and gives a small bow before proceeding.
'Excuse me milord, I don't want to disturb you, but I thought you'd like to know that lady Bulma is stabilized. Her fever is down and it's probably only a matter of hours now before it's completely gone. They will however, be giving us some antibiotics which she'll have to take for the following weeks. It seems that lady Bulma has been bothered by some sort of an infection.'
Frieza licks his dry lips and nods, still awfully disturbed by what just happened, but also somewhat relieved by the fact that his young daughter is going to be all okay. He then focuses his gaze on the mint colored warrior standing before him and clears his throat.
'Yes, okay…that's great news Zarbon. If she's okay however, I want her to get away from this planet as soon as possible. Being around these monkeys always gets on my nerves…it sickens me.'
Zarbon, suddenly aware of the lizard's strange behavior, furrows his brows.
'Excuse me for asking milord, but did something happen?'
Frieza jerks his head up and looks Zarbon straight in the eyes with red narrowed eyes. His nostrils flared and his mouth in a bitter smirk.
'Of course not Zarbon, don't be a damn fool. But it seems that I have developed…an allergy…for monkeys…and I don't want myself or my child to get infected by it. So it's time to go. Now.'
Zarbon swallows and nods, hating himself for the fact that he does have to ask Frieza the following question, for it doesn't seem to be that he's in a very good mood.
'Milord, don't you wish to see the king before we leave?'
Frieza just glares furiously at Zarbon before turning around and starting to slowly walk to the direction of the infirmary.
'My dear Zarbon…maybe those monkeys have infected you already, because I thought I just clearly told you that I want to leave this planet right now. But since even small sentences proof for you to be quite hard to understand, I'll try to explain in another way.'
Frieza then, all of a sudden, swiftly turns around and shoots a small but very effective ki beam at Zarbon's shoulder piercing right through his tender flesh. Blood immediately appears and Zarbon hisses in pain, grabbing his shoulder while he breathes in sharply, not willing to show any form of weakness in front of Frieza.
'Make preparations for us to leave this barbaric planet and if you ask me yet another question Zarbon, I'll make sure that my next ki beam goes through that pretty little head of yours.'
And with that said, Frieza turns around and stalks away to retrieve his daughter, leaving Zarbon behind in the empty hallway…with her luring in the shadows.
The present…
'You know…'
Zarbon turns around, staring straight into a pair of innocent sapphire eyes, questioningly looking at him, carefully observing his facial expression for any form of answers.
Zarbon sighs and grabs a towel from the bench, wiping away the sweat from his forehead before giving her his full attention.
It's early in the morning the next day. Yesterday, after Frieza's sudden announcement, dinner went awkwardly silent and Zarbon quickly found himself excusing himself after dinner due to training early the next morning. And here is, barely done, still sweating like a pig with his Baby Blue standing in front of him with her huge innocent eyes staring straight at him. Zarbon shakes his head and smiles, throwing the towel back on the bench and brushing away a few strands of green hair from his face before speaking to her.
'What am I supposed to know Baby Blue?'
Bulma frowns her neatly trimmed brows and places her hands on her hips while staring at him with a look that almost sends cold shivers up his spine. She's actually quite attractive when she looks like this…sexy even…
What the fuck? Zarbon quickly shakes his head in complete disbelief, was he really just thinking that? About his precious Bulma? Man…he must have been training way too hard…
Bulma, who doesn't seem to notice his sudden change in attitude, is still glaring at him and then she suddenly pulls out her finger, poking him straight in the bare chest while still looking at him with angry eyes.
'Now don't you play all innocent with me big boy, you know darn well what I'm talking about and I think that you know why my father is demanding such a ridiculous thing like marriage between the two of us!'
'Bulma…'
Zarbon sighs and grabs her hand, carefully pulling it down while looking in her angry blue eyes.
'Your father just stated the reasons for marriage yesterday and besides those reasons I don't know any more.'
Zarbon looks her intently in the eyes, hoping that she'll belief the lie he's telling her. Because he actually does know the reason…and the true reason is a lot darker than the obvious reasons that Frieza gave her yesterday. He's just not in the position to tell her, not only because Frieza would probably kill him, also because he never heard it from Frieza…no…he heard it from the source itself. Zarbon swallows away the lump that has formed itself in his throat, not wanting to think back at that day again. So instead, he just shakes it off and hopes that Bulma will believe what he's saying, for it is a part of the truth, just not the whole truth.
Bulma sighs and she slowly shakes her head in discontent. Biting her lip she looks up to him and shrugs her shoulders.
'I'm sorry Zarbon…I didn't mean to accuse you but it's just…it's just so…so…'
'Strange? Sudden? Unbelievable?'
Zarbon smiles a warm smile at the young and beautiful woman standing in front of him. He understands her confusion like no other and can't blame her for acting out on him a little bit.
'Yeah…I guess those are the right words…'
Bulma smiles half a smile and looks down at her feet, looking up surprised when Zarbon throws a strong and comforting arm around her shoulder, pulling her a bit closer.
'Listen Baby Blue…I know that this…situation…is not ideal. It may sound very cliché, but your father truly only wants the best for you. The reasons he gave you were actually quite reasonable. This universe is a strange place, with strange and untrustworthy creatures and you…you my sweet Bulma…you are a very beautiful young woman. He's not going to be around forever you know? And he wants you to be protected for the rest of your life and when married…you do form an unbreakable bond…which can almost certainly guarantee your safety. Plus, you do have to give him some credit, we are best friends…better marrying me than some stranger…or Dodoria or…'
'Oh gosh no Dodoria, yuck!'
Bulma makes a weird and disgusted face while playfully poking Zarbon at his side. Zarbon starts to laugh.
'That's just horrible Zarbon, absolutely horrible!'
Zarbon smirks and nods.
'Yes I know…but what about Jeice?'
'No way, not Jeice! If I were to marry him I'd be forced to watch his new dance choreography most of the time. He's a nice guy but his moves…gosh…embarrassing!'
Zarbon smiles and nods again.
'You see, I'm not that bad after all!'
Bulma look up to him and furrows her brows with a thoughtful look on her face.
'Hm…I don't know Zarbon…'
Zarbon cocks up one eyebrow as he looks down into those beautiful sapphire eyes.
'Well, what is it?'
A huge grin appears on Bulma's face as she narrows her eyes a bit and starts to playfully poke him again.
'I don't know if I want a guy who spends twice as much time in front of a mirror than I do…'
She laughs and ducks away from under his arm and starts to run away all giggly. Zarbon smirks when he notices her playful attitude, sighs and shrugs his shoulders before chasing after her.
'Hey Baby Blue, that's not fair now is it? You know how difficult my hair can be and…'
From the shadows Frieza is watching them, a stern and serious look plastered over his face with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He knows that Zarbon knows…he can feel it…still, he's the best choice there is for his daughter. Frieza narrows his eyes and slowly turns around to walk back to his own chambers.
He just hopes…that she will stay away.
