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Enjoy chapter 7 of Daddy's Girl.
Chapter 7
Today is the day…
Frieza sighs deeply as he watches the comforting darkness of the universe, complimented by its many stars shining brightly in the distance. He loves the suiting mysteries that the universe laying before him brings, it's almost calming. It's also the reason why he's always decided against living on a planet, he prefers the freedom that his ship has to offer him. The idea of living on a planet makes him cringe, it's too claustrophobic for his personal liking. No, his ship is his home, it makes him capable to go wherever he wants, whenever he likes. All his good memories and moments are here and no planet can compare to that wonderful feeling. Planets are a pure necessity and nothing more than that, they are business and he really likes to keep his personal life and his professional life separated.
He closes his eyes for a small moment, enjoying the feeling of peace and tranquility before opening them again.
Today however, even the comfort of his ship can't make him escape from the hectic life outside of this room. He breathes in sharply and leans back in his chair, taking his crystal glass of red velvety looking wine from the table and placing the rim against his dark lips. He then takes a slow sip and lets the rich liquid smoothly roll over his tongue, enjoying the warm sensation that comes from it. Magnefique.
He then sighs another deep sigh, still holding the delicate glass in his hands while staring out of his window again. Today is the day that his precious young daughter is getting married. The months went by quicker than he had hoped and now the moment he's been dreading is here, knocking impatiently on his front door. It's the moment that every father probably hates, the moment that he isn't going to be the only man in his little girl's life anymore. Frieza sniffs and gives a small and cynical laugh. But then again, he never has really been the only man in her life…at least…not for the past couple of years. He reaches his glass to his mouth again, taking another small sip. No, the man she's about to marry has been ''the other one'' in her life for these past years and although those two never thought of it as much he could always smell their true feelings in the air, they were both just to ignorant to realize it. Frieza produces a bitter smirk as he sits up straight again, placing the crystal glass on the smooth surface of the wooden table standing next to him. This day was bound to come one way or another and being a good father, also being a careful and suspicious father…Zarbon has always been the best choice after all. So maybe, maybe it's for the best that they developed feelings for each other because in some ways, it has made his life a bit easier, a bit less stressful.
Frieza slowly stands up from his chair, turning his back to the window and preparing to leave the comfortable peace of his room. The best thing a father can do for his daughter is to secure her safety and although he's not a big fan of ''giving'' her to another man, it's the best thing he could have done for her.
And with his hands behind his back and his tail slowly sweeping behind him, he leaves the room…to do, what he must do.
'Oh, milady, you look absolutely gorgeous. Lord Zarbon is such a lucky man, just look at you!'
Bulma smiles a warm and thankful smile to one of her servants standing next to her, admiring her with happy eyes and joyful smile on her lips.
'Thank you Layla, although I probably wouldn't have looked this way if it wasn't for your help.'
She then turns her gaze back at the big standing mirror in front of her. Trying to swallow away some of the nervousness as she carefully observes her own reflection. She has prepared herself for this day for months and now that it's finally here she can hardly believe that it's about to happen. It's just so…so…surreal!
'Oef…yep Bulma…it's only a wedding…your own wedding…don't be so nervous…'
She smiles a shivery smile. Layla did help her very well, she has known Layla since she's probably been a baby so she really wanted her to help her get dressed as beautiful as possible for her big day. And here she is, her soft blue curls pinned up elegantly and just a little bit of makeup to accentuate her natural beauty. Her slim body covered in a lace ivory colored wedding gown with a keyhole back and an enormous train behind it. Every little girls dream. Although her father has always treated her like a princess, she now actually feels like a true princess. The whole hair and outfit…just makes the picture complete.
Bulma then turns around, grabbing both of Layla's hands and looking at her with huge and hopeful blue eyes.
'Do you really think that he's going to think of me as pretty?'
'Dear, you're every man's dream…'
A voice from behind her makes her turn around and a huge smile appears on her face as she sees her father calmly walking in. He then suddenly stops to gaze at his daughter, a proud look in his eyes and a small smile covering his lips.
Behind Bulma, Layla gives a deep bow before walking out of the room, leaving father and daughter alone to share this precious moment together.
'Ah Bulma…my dear…you look absolutely breathtaking, you're like a dream come true. Zarbon should be thankful to the Gods that he's allowed to be with such a…beautiful…creature as you.'
A soft pink blush appears on Bulma's cheeks as she listens to her father's compliments. He then walks towards her, a genuine smile still on his lips.
'However my dear, there's something missing.'
When she gives him a questioning look he smiles and takes out a small velvet box from behind his back, slowly opening it to show her a set of small and elegant diamond earrings. He then walks closer, taking out one the earrings.
'A bride shouldn't go without a gift from her father, nor should a bride, especially one as beautiful as you my dear, go without diamonds.'
He carefully puts the earrings through her small and delicate ears, securing them and giving a small and tender kiss on the soft skin of her cheek. A father's kiss. Bulma smiles, throwing her fragile arms around him and leaning against him like she used to do when she was still a young child. Frieza smiles in return, leaning his chin carefully on top of her head, while holding her loosely against him, enjoying the warmth that radiates from their little private hug. Its rare moments like these they both cherish so much.
'Thank you papa…'
Frieza smiles again by hearing her soft voice call out her favorite nickname for him. The word father is most commonly used, simply because she knows that it makes him feel most comfortable. But sometimes, in very rare occasions when they're alone, she calls him papa and it makes him feel proud and wanted. It makes him realize that she is indeed the only light in his life, a small piece of innocence he cherishes…the best choice he ever made.
They may look at him as one evil bastard and maybe he is. He has done things that make even the devil sick and he still does them and when he dies he'll most definitely never meet his precious daughter again for he will rot in hell. He knows this, he has already accepted this many years ago. But…they can never say that his heart, if he has one, is a dark cold thing that cannot beat, for she has made his heart beat…very slow…very rarely…but still…
'It is time my child…your husband to be is waiting for you. Don't be nervous, there's no need to be.'
Frieza slowly steps out of their embrace and turns his side to his daughter, offering her his arm. Bulma looks at him, swallowing away the strange feeling of emotion she suddenly feels rising up in her chest and nods slowly, a small smile on her lips as she accepts her father's arm.
And as they walk inside the room where the ceremony is held place, Frieza watches Zarbon's amazed expression as he lays eyes on young Bulma. Frieza then slowly nods, a small smirk on his lips as he thinks to himself: She truly is…becoming a grown up woman that I can be proud of…
The ceremony was beautiful, the reception was lovely and their whole day has been quite amazing. But as night starts to set in and all the nerves are drifted away, Bulma starts to feel tired. The day went by in a haze and she's actually happy that it's almost over. Not that she didn't enjoy this day, she absolutely did, but since her father is a very important figure in this universe, their wedding had a huge amount of guests and all those guests that she needed to greet and have small talk with, combined with the nerves from earlier in the day, are demanding its toll. She now only longs for some peace and quiet…together with her husband.
Zarbon watches his young bride sitting next to him from the corner of his eye. This whole day has been unbelievable and when he saw her for the first time today he felt extremely proud, so extremely proud that a woman, such as herself, wants him as her husband. But, although lovely, the day has been long and he can see the tired look in her eyes. Zarbon smiles, knowing that it's time to say their goodbyes and retrieve to his…no…their…private quarters.
A couple of days ago several servants were ordered to move her things from her own and her father's quarters to his. It was a strange sight indeed to open his closet and see her clothes hanging right next to his armor, to see a wood crafted vanity filled with perfume bottles, makeup and jewelry on the other side of the room near some of his precious swords. The feminine next to the masculine. Her luring and addictive scent has even spread itself through his room and he thoroughly enjoys it and he can hardly wait for him to wake up next to her every day.
Zarbon smirks and then turns around to his other side, where Frieza is sitting.
'Milord…'
Frieza looks up, his brow cocked up and a questioning look laying in his blood red eyes.
'What is it Zarbon?'
Frieza's voice sounds bored, like he's already had enough of this gathering a couple of hours ago. Zarbon smirks even wider inwardly, that means that Frieza probably isn't going to be too bothered to end the reception and allow for him and Bulma to return to their quarters.
'Lady Bulma looks to be quite tired and since it is already quite late, I think that this is an appropriate time for us to retrieve for the night.'
Before Zarbon really realizes it, Frieza has bend himself forward, stopping near his sensitive ear, his sharp voice slowly and calmly whispering as his tail almost sweeps almost wildly him.
'Very well Zarbon, I was getting quite enough of this foolishness already. So you and my daughter may ''retrieve'' to your quarters. But I am going to tell you this my dear Zarbon: I'm no fool. I never have been and I never will be and I know exactly what you want to do as soon as you set foot in your quarters…if you hurt her…in any kind of way possible…I don't care that you're ''just married'', but I will rip out your lungs, one by one, very slowly and make you eat them…do I make myself clear…general?'
Zarbon swallows and quickly nods, knowing very well that Frieza is not one to just say things without really making them true. He discretely turns himself to Frieza.
'Milord, I will treat Lady Bulma with the upmost respect. My intentions are not to hurt her but my intentions are to…'
Frieza holds up his hand, his blood red eyes staring daggers at Zarbon.
'I don't care to know what your intentions are Zarbon, I'm her father, I'm not supposed to know your current…''intentions'' and I don't wish to know them either.'
Frieza flares his nostrils at him and then quickly stands up from his chair, crossing his arms while loudly clearing his throat for attention, silencing the room that they are in. He then silently looks around for a couple of seconds, his red eyes observing all of the guests, before slowly speaking.
'My dear people. It has been wonderful that you all have been able join the magnificent wedding of my beautiful daughter Bulma and my right hand man and general Zarbon. It has truly been an inspiring day filled tremendous happiness. But…all good things have to come to an end and sadly enough, this evening is no exception. My daughter and her husband both had a very, very long day and are in need for some well-deserved rest. And I, as the father of the bride, can actually use some peace and quiet now myself too, for I also had a long day. So you will all have to excuse us for we will now retrieve ourselves to our own private quarters. Don't be sad however, because the…festivities…don't have to be over for those who are not…done…yet. My guards will see to those who want to stay up for another hour or so, if you have any questions they'll be happy to assist you.'
Frieza then turns his head and looks at Bulma.
'My dear, care to walk an old man out of this room?'
Bulma smiles and nods, standing up and walking to her father. Zarbon quickly gets up and stands behind Bulma, helping her gather her long train so she won't be able to trip over it. Bulma then gladly accepts her father's arm and as all guests bid their goodbyes to the newlyweds and their Lord, they leave the room, happy that their party is done.
'Well my dear…'
Frieza looks at his daughter with a small smile on his lips.
'It's quite a strange thing that you're not coming back with me. Little girls grow up…'
He then holds her by her shoulders and bends forward, stopping near her right ear.
'I wish you goodnight my sweet child and if he ever hurts you…you know where to find me.'
He then presses his cold dark lips against her warm and soft cheek, turns around and smoothly walks away, disappearing around the corner, willing to get away from them as soon as possible since he knows what is bound to happen this night…and he doesn't want to see his daughter in tears for him killing Zarbon because of the idea alone.
Bulma watches her father walk away with a strange feeling in her chest. She smiles an almost sad smile. This is the first time, the first time in almost nineteen years that she's not coming with him to his quarters, simply because his quarters aren't hers anymore. Somehow she feels a bit sad about it, so she just keeps on standing there for a couple of minutes, in complete silence. Then she suddenly feels a warm and comforting hand on her shoulder and she turns around to be introduced with a pair of yellow ochre eyes watching her with warm and friendly look reflecting in them.
'Are you ready to come with me Baby Blue?'
Bulma watches Zarbon, a smile on her lips as she slowly nods. She quickly glances back over her shoulder for just one more time and lets out a small sigh before looking back at her husband again. She suddenly feels a bit nervous, she may be innocent but she's not naïve and although she's willing to what's about to happen, it still scares her a little bit. She has thought about it for many times and now that the day is finally here…
Zarbon smiles lightly at his young bride, he sees the nervousness in her eyes and he can completely understand and relate to it. Although he is a lot more experienced in matters like these than she is, being with her is going to be different, very different. He then, slowly, reaches out for her small hand, holding it in his bigger one and giving it a soft and reassuring squeeze.
'Baby Blue…I promise you that I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, we have all the time in the universe. So…are you coming…home…with me?
Bulma feels how a small blush reaches her cheeks and smiles shyly. His comforting words do her good…she's still nervous, but the look in his eyes makes her feel a lot more secure. So she squeezes his hand back and nods.
'Yes…yes I am…'
