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Note: So again, thanks to some new wave of inspiration…and kind of avoiding my studies because I'm just not in the mood today (you know how that goes…), another chapter!

So, if you haven't noticed yet, my story differs a lot from the original storyline of DBZ, for example: Planet Vegeta will not be destroyed in my story. But that's okay, obviously that's why it's called fanfiction. Also, although I find Bulma's cocky and almost arrogant behavior in the manga/series to be quite amusing, her character will be a lot softer, less ''full of herself'' in my fic.

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Enjoy chapter 5 of Daddy's Girl.

Chapter 5

The past...

She doesn't like to, but she has to. This is the one part of her life which she has always hated…but then again, maybe she shouldn't act like a spoiled brat…It is actually, for her own good…

But still…

She hates it, she just can't seem to help it, but she really does hate it. All the hysteria that comes with it and not to mention the sweating, she really hates to sweat.

Bulma, still at the tender age of ten years old but already ridiculously intelligent and mature for her age, sighs. It's a sigh of pure frustration combined with annoyance. Her arms crossed and a foul gaze shining through her crystal blue eyes as she determinedly shakes her head, causing some loose strands of long blue hair to whip wildly around her head. Protesting.

'I'm sorry, but I seriously refuse to do this. It's already bad enough that my father makes me go through with this, but what you're suggesting? No, I will not be making a fool of myself, not today, nor will I ever.'

Her normally sweet and soft voice now has an extremely sharp edge to it and her whole stature resembles that of her father: Determined and absolutely unwilling to bend.

She looks at him with a frown covering her brow and her eyes shining dangerously as if she's challenging him to force her.

Jeice sighs, stroking his fingers through his thick curly white manes while looking pleadingly at the small and young blue haired girl standing in front of him.

'But Lady Bulma, this will benefit you, it seriously will! If only you're willing to just try…'

Bulma listens to his thick accent voice while producing an uninterested sniff. Head held high and arms still tightly crossed in front of her chest. Willing to just try…hmpf, who does he think she is? Some kind of play doll he can do with as he pleases? No way!

Bulma watches the muscular red skinned warrior standing in front of her through narrowed eyes, a sour expression resting her face as she again, shakes her head determinedly.

'No, I'm absolutely one hundred percent not willing to try. Not now, not somewhere today, not tomorrow, not ever. So I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this just isn't going to happen, no matter how much you plead or beg. I do have my limits you know?'

The red colored alien gives a heavy sigh and desperately throws his arms in the air. He already knows that, when young Bulma is as determined as she is now, it's just not going to happen. He should probably give up since this is a battle he's bound to loose, but still…He seriously wonders why she looks at him like he just asked her to cut out her own heart and eat it.

'Milady, it will truly help you in your further training and…'

Before he can continue, Bulma is already holding up her small hand, motioning for him to stop.

'Listen Jeice, I know you mean well, but let's face the facts now shall we? I really don't know why my father decided that I should indulge myself into these ridiculous training sessions in the first place, yes of course he wants me to know the basics to defend myself but…You are all stronger than I am, so when I really do end up in a situation that I have to defend myself, I have to trust on my bodyguards because there will be no way in hell that I'll be able to defend myself against species of strength such as yourself!'

Bulma now looks Jeice straight in the eye, her hands on her hips and her head cocked sideways as if she tries to look through him.

'We both know that you're wasting time on me that you could have used for proper training and that I could have used for my studies. But, obviously, we have to do what my father asks of us to do for else there probably will be hell to pay for the both of us. But, sweet Jeice, let's not make this situation any more awkward or embarrassing than it already is and please accept my friendly decline to your suggestion of learning how to do ''Ginyu choreography'' for the benefit of my training.'

Jeice watches the young girl in front of him with his mouth wide open. She sure is one smart girl for her age…but did she really just actually say that his moves are…embarrassing?

Jeice wildly shakes his head, while looking almost insulted at Bulma.

'Milady, those moves are well practiced moves for the benefit of the fight, they are extremely important and they stand for everything the Ginyu Force does, without them we wouldn't have the reputation that we have…'

'And what reputation may that be hm?'

Jeice turns around and Bulma just smiles as Frieza calmly walks inside of one of the many training rooms, his hands on his back and a slick smirk covering his face while his thick tail taps softly and almost threatening against the cold white floor with every step he makes. He then comes to a halt, curiously cocking his head to the side while staring intently at the red colored alien standing before him.

'Well…I'm waiting…it's quite rude to ignore ones question…'

Frieza's voice sounds soft but dangerous at the same time and Jeice swallows nervously. The lizard always has this nerve-racking effect on him and…well…basically everyone except for the young blue haired lady standing behind him. Jeice looks straight into Frieza's awaiting blood red eyes and gives himself a huge mental slap.

Come on Jeice, don't let your guard down, if Frieza hates one thing it's showing weakness in general.

So the young man straightens his shoulders and clears his throat before speaking.

'Lord Frieza, I haven't noticed your presence, I'm deeply sorry.'

Jeice gives a quick bow and Frieza just waves his pale hand, motioning for him to stand up an answer his question.

'Well milord, your pristine Ginyu Force has a great and powerful reputation that brings fear to most.'

Frieza looks at him with a slight hint of amusement in his eyes and he nods very slowly.

'So, and you may correct me if I'm wrong, but what you are trying to tell me is that people are shitting their pants when they see you, just because you ''men'' start of your little routine by dancing like some rejected third class ballerina's who have a hard time holding their balance?'

Frieza smirks and crosses his arms, a contemplating look in his eyes as his smirk grows even wider, but then all of a sudden his smirk disappears and his piercing red eyes grow cold.

'Hm…yes…I can definitely understand how that makes people tremble…But…my very dear Jeice…my daughter is not here to learn how to dance. If you and the rest of the Ginyu Force are willing to make yourself a laughing stock, by all means, be my guest. I will not however, let you make my daughter look like a fool. You are supposed to learn her how to defend herself if the moment ever asks for it, but since you've decided to make these…lessons, if I can even call them that way, into a little prima ballerina class, I've decided to ''fire'' you from this job. You're obviously not capable of handling this.'

Frieza stares coldly at Jeice, his tail now slowly sweeping behind him through the air. He expected the young red warrior to train his daughter so that, even though her very weak physic, she could still be able to handle herself in times of true danger, at least long enough for a stronger person to be able to come to her aid. It was never his intention to do so, but he decided that a little bit of training wouldn't hurt her, especially not since he ''bumped'' into that woman a few years back…ever since he crossed paths with her, he's been bothered by this strange and nagging feeling. So he thought he did well by asking one of the younger Ginyu Force members. Mainly because he seemed to be the most enthusiastic member, and since he is the newest member of the Force he had the most time to spare. Clearly he was wrong, very wrong.

'You disappoint me Jeice, I've had very high expectations and sadly enough you didn't make them come true.'

Frieza grins softly while staring intently at the young man who looks to have turned a few shades paler.

'Oh don't worry, I care too much about my daughters wellbeing to take serious measures. But you'll be not so happy to know that I've decided to send you, as well as the rest of the Force, to a nice purging mission in District 7A.'

Frieza's grin turns wider as he sees the shocked look in Jeices eyes. District 7A is known for its hard and literally dirty purging missions and he knows that the Ginyu Force won't be too excited about this, especially not since it's because of Jeice that they're being send there. So they will probably make his life a living hell during his mission and that's exactly what he's been aiming for.

'Well, you should prepare yourself…Jeice…you and the others will be leaving in exact two hours…bye bye…'

He silently watches how Jeice gives a deep bow and then quickly walks away before turning his attention back at his daughter. A small but genuine smile appears on his face as he looks at her.

'I'm a bit disappointed in you too my dear, I know that Jeice probably wasn't the best…choice…to be your trainer, but I also noticed that you've been slacking off and that's not something I expect from someone with your status, you're not even capable of managing the basics yet and actually those are all I expect from you. So, I have decided that since Zarbon is on mission and all my other men are probably too incompetent to train you, I'll be training you myself. It's for the best Bulma…one day you'll thank me…'

The present…

It's a quiet night in which, if you listen very closely, you can hear nothing more but the very soft humming from the ship's machine room. The lights in all hallways are dimmed in a way that's more comfortable to the eyes and a gentle slumber has slowly taken over the ship. Even the handful of guards who are on duty are tiredly leaning against the cold walls, trying their very best to keep their heavy eyes open. Night is, in comparison to what many people might think, probably the most peaceful time on board of Frieza's ship.

But, if you listen carefully, very carefully, you can hear another soft sound besides that of the soft humming sound that's being produced by the ship's machines. You can hear the very faint sounds of bare feet, trying their very best not to make too much of a noise, against cold metal.

Bulma shivers when she feels a chilly draft invading through the thin fabric of her nightgown while softly cursing herself for refusing to put on her warm and comfortable creamy colored dressing gown, it's too late now however, her room is already further away than her destination. She quickly turns around the corner and continues her path while trying to be as quiet as a mouse. She probably won't hear the end of it from her father if one of the guards, or worse, the man himself, were to discover her sneaking around in the middle of the night. A small and victorious smile appears on her face as she sees her destination lying in front of her.

'Mission accomplished…'

'You know, your father will probably go nuts if he'd discover you here all alone…wearing practically nothing…'

Bulma looks up with a shocked face, spoon still hanging in the air near her mouth, but when she sees Zarbon stepping out of the shadows she just shakes her head with a light smile and takes the spoon in her mouth, closing her eyes while enjoying the sweet and salty taste of her caramel ice-cream. She then opens them again to look at Zarbon who's now standing near her, a smirk on his lips as he observes the expression on her pretty face.

'You know, to be honest, I don't really care right now, this ice-cream is totally worth it.'

Bulma grins as she taps her spoon against the huge pint of ice-cream before holding her hand out in an inviting manner.

'Care to join me?'

Zarbon sighs, then smiles and shakes his head while sitting down next to her.

'No thank you Baby Blue, I think I'll pass…So… it's you whose been sneaking around in the kitchen during night. I've already heard some of the kitchen staff complaining about their ice-cream disappearing…'

Bulma looks at him wide eyes while putting up her most innocent face.

'Who? Moi? No…absolutely not!'

And without any hesitation she digs her spoon into the creamy substance while producing him a huge grin and then shoves another spoonful of ice-cream in her mouth.

'Gosh, this is just so good!'

Zarbon looks at the blue haired beauty next to him, shakes his head and starts to laugh. A very deep and pleasant sound that makes Bulma look up, almost in surprise. A tiny and genuine smile appears on her lips when she hears his laugh and then she furrows her brows, questioning herself: Has she ever really paid attention on how nice his laughter actually sounds? Because it really is…a very nice thing to listen to…

Zarbon suddenly notices Bulma staring at him, a thoughtful look in her eyes as she carefully observes him, her spoon now lying, untouched, next to the pint of ice cream.

'Baby Blue…anything wrong?'

Bulma stares at him for another couple of seconds before blinking her eyes a few times and then shakes her head.

'Oh no…no nothing is wrong, not at all…'

Zarbon slowly nods and then notices there's still a bit of ice-cream left in the corner of her mouth and without really thinking he bends forward, softly cups her chin and wipes it away with his thumb. He then looks straight in her eyes and by looking in those big sapphire eyes he suddenly notices what he's doing. But instead of pulling back, he still cups her chin and looks back in her eyes, allowing himself for a small moment to almost drown in those breathtaking oceans of blue. He doesn't know what is suddenly overcoming him, but as he bends forward a bit more, still staring into those beautiful eyes, he whispers:

'I think…that I do…want a small taste…'

And before sanity can return, he has softly covered her lips with his.