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Note: Oh dear, last time I've updated this story has been almost four years ago. Due to all other things going on in my life I have kind of forgotten about my fanfiction. I actually have to thank one of the new followers on this story because an email notification about this new follower made me realize I still have an account on here and this story is nowhere near finished yet. So I do sincerely apologize to my followers who have been eagerly awaiting an update. Today I took the time to read this story for myself again and that's why I've decided to actually update it. I do have to say that I don't know when I will be having time to update again since I am very busy, but I'll do my best.
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Enjoy chapter 11 of Daddy's Girl.
Chapter 11
Flashback:
Frieza slowly nods as he again lifts his head up to observe the young woman with the pale face. Until now he never had any interest in those Dragonballs, but now he suddenly does, especially since he knows that it's only a couple of months away until the Saiyans are allowed to make another wish. Frieza breathes in sharply before quietly turning around to leave the room. He still remembers that woman…that strange woman luring in the darkness of the palaces hallways, telling him about his daughter's importance. ..yes, he still remembers like it was yesterday. But he can't let his daughter drown in her own sorrow like she's doing now. He'll have to keep an eye on her, but he's going.
He's going back to planet Vegeta.
'Why for fuck sake is that hideous purple lizard nearing our planet?!'
Prince Vegeta watches his father through angered narrow eyes as he spits out those words. His muscular arms crossed tightly while a vein throbs angrily in his neck. Though not very tall, his strong appearance and stern but characteristic facial features demand a huge amount of respect. He is after all, prince of Saiyans and Saiyans are everything but a weak species.
'That ''lizard'', as you so lovingly call him, has the right to come here whenever he damn well pleases to do so. You know that as well as any other creature in this universe does.'
King Vegeta throws his fuming son a tired look while running his white gloved fingers through greying hairs. Several hours ago his guards had nervously told him about the coming arrival of the purple tyrant and although he's really not looking forward to his arrival, there's not much he, nor anybody else, can do about it. The old king sighs while slowly standing up from his seat and turning to one of the palace windows nearby, glancing outside to the darkening sky, a worried expression covering his face.
'Just be glad that he doesn't show up more often. It's not a secret that he isn't very keen on Saiyans…'
Prince Vegeta lets out an arrogant laugh while still carefully watching his father.
'Of course the foolish bastard isn't keen on Saiyans. That's because us Saiyans are superior to him, he's afraid of us father and he has every damn right to be so.'
King Vegeta turns around, one eyebrow cocked up while he crosses his strong arms and stares at his son with a somewhat blank expression reflecting in his eyes.
'Who exactly is being the foolish one here? Because the way I see it is that this ''foolish bastard'' you're referring to, is still walking around on his two feet, being very much alive, conquering planet after planet and enslaving species after species. All that while ruling this entire goddamn universe including US!'
King Vegeta now slowly walks over to his young and stubborn son while he angrily narrows his eyes, his arms now hanging down his impressive body as his fists are tightly balled.
'So please do tell me my dear son, where is the Saiyan who's capable of killing Frieza and why hasn't he done so yet?! Why did a great deal of Saiyans, including your own mother, die under Frieza's reign if us Saiyans are supposedly STRONG enough to kill him?! Why are we still being ruled by this tyrant and his goddamn army if us Saiyans are supposedly STRONG enough to kill him?! Please do tell me boy, I'd be happy to know the answer so I'll finally be able to let my people live their life's in freedom again!'
Vegeta watches his tall and broad father, who is now towering over him while fuming with anger, in pure disgust. With his arms still arrogantly crossed he doesn't seem the slightest bit impressed by his fathers outburst. Vegeta then suddenly smirks, shaking his head slowly while he does so and then staring directly into his father's eyes.
'Sometimes…father…sometimes I wonder myself if you're even still a Saiyan. Because the way I see it you're nothing more than a common servant. You disgust me old man. How dare you call yourself king of all Saiyans when basically all you are is Frieza's hand puppet. Mother may have died under Frieza's reign, but at least she died because she was not willing to bend for Frieza and his army. She died with honor and that's a hell of a lot more than I can say about you.'
Vegeta throws his father a disgusted look and then turns around to calmly walk away, disappearing in the darkness while leaving the old Saiyan king alone with his own thoughts. King Vegeta silently watches him walk away. There used to be a time when he wouldn't have accepted such insolence, especially from his own son. The old man sighs and let's himself drop into the nearest chair available. Oh yes, there would have been a time that such words would not have been left unpunished. King Vegeta shakes his head in defeat a tired look on his face as his hands rest on his knees, watching the cold stone floor beneath his feet. He sighs again, sounding almost defeated. The sad thing is however, how can you possibly punish someone for being right?
Heath…nothing more but pure heath burning merciless on his pale skin. One of the reasons why he hates this planet so damn much. Frieza flares his nostrils in disgust as he silently observes the land around him with red glowing eyes. He enjoys much more colder temperatures. The warmth of planet Vegeta's sun feels suffocating and he can't wait to get out of it. He knows that the temperature inside the palace is much more to his liking and if this wasn't the case, those damn monkeys surely would have made sure it is by now.
'Bulma, my dear, come with me. The sun on this planet is nothing more but pure torture and you have such fragile skin. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt by it.'
Frieza holds out his hand to his daughter, who is awkwardly standing in the cooler shadows of their ship. She vaguely remembers being on this planet before, a very long time ago, but she also remembers that her father doesn't like to speak about that time and since Frieza isn't a man who likes to be pushed, she never asked any further about it either. Bulma looks around her, scanning the environment. The sun is indeed very hot, much hotter than she's used too, plus being dressed in all black isn't very helpful either. Bulma narrows her blue eyes as she looks up at the clear blue sky above her before turning her attention to the ground that seems to be light red color, a pattern of cracks all over it, probably there due to the tremendous heath. She doesn't leave the ship a lot, so the rare times when she actually does leave the ship she always tends to observe the land surrounding her very closely. It's probably just her curiosity, but somehow she likes the feeling of being outside the ship, no matter how harsh a planet's climate can be. Bulma sighs. Not this time however, if it was up to her she would have stayed in the ship together with her own sorrow, but since her father doesn't trust the situation being on board without him and since he suddenly needed to visit this planet for still unexplained reasons, she clearly had no choice but to join him. Bulma sighs again and nods her head, pushing a strand of blue hair behind her delicate ear.
'Yes father, I'm coming.'
She quickly walks over to Frieza who holds out his muscular arm to her which she silently accepts. Then they proceed walking forward, towards the palace entry. Some of Frieza's most trusted guards following closely behind them and some of them leading the way. All of them with scouters activated on their ears, carefully and thoroughly observing everything around them, making sure all is safe. As they walk closer to their destination, Bulma looks up at the palace that lays in front of her. The place is enormous and actually quite impressive to say the least. The huge dark stone building with its sharp towers and angry looking gargoyles almost demands respect. It's much more bigger than Frieza's ship and if it's this big on the outside, she can't imagine what the inside must look like. Frieza watches Bulma's facial expression from the corner of his eyes, he can see that she's clearly impressed by the architecture of those monkeys and although he's not a big fan of that idea, he is glad to finally see another expression on her face than just sadness.
'Their palace is old, very old. It has been here for hundreds of years already, build by their ancestors. The inside however has been updated throughout the years. It's quite modern, not as modern as our ship, but it will do.'
Bulma looks up at Frieza's explanation, curious and wanting to know more.
'Why is it so big? I have seen other palaces before but nothing quite like this, I mean, this place is huge…'
Frieza sighs, his tail lazily sweeping behind him as they calmly keep walking forward.
'Those monkeys just love to show off…but besides that they actually do have a valid reason for this. You see, gravity on this planet differs. The grounds close around the palace are livable for all species, but the gravity grows higher if you move further away from the palace. These Saiyans, or monkeys as I prefer to call them, are quite big in the slave trading business, which means that they house a lot of slaves which also obviously means that they have a big variety of different species living on their planet. A lot of those species are quite weak and not able to handle high gravities, so basically this palace is the only safe place for them to live and because of the amount of slaves around here and because of the fact that the slave trade is what provides for them, most of the monkeys also live at the palace.'
Bulma wrinkles her nose as she looks up at the palace again, a thoughtful look reflecting in her eyes.
'So basically it's not really a palace. It looks like a palace, but it's actually just like a city and that's why it's so big…right?'
Frieza slowly nods, watching how several Saiyan guards are already bowing down as they see him and his daughter walking towards them together with their own guards.
'Yes my dear, you're absolutely right.'
Then Frieza breathes in sharply as they enter the palace walls, a huge weight resting on his broad shoulders as he thinks about what lingers around those palace halls, unknowingly pulling Bulma a bit closer who looks up at him strangely with big blue eyes.
'Father, are you okay?'
Frieza looks down at his daughter beside him, her blue eyes showing a small flash of worry as she grips his arm a bit tighter. He then sighs and lightly caresses the soft skin of her cheek with his free hand. She already has enough on her plate as it is and he especially doesn't need her to worry about him. So he gives her a small and quick smile before turning his attention forward again.
'Of course I'm okay my sweet Bulma. It's just allergies, they always tend to bother me whenever I'm around a lot of monkeys. Now let's go inside my dear, this damn sun is suffocating me…'
'Who is that Nappa?'
Prince Vegeta stands behind a small window with a stern demeanor, watching Frieza and his group of idiotic guards entering his palace. His angry onyx eyes lingering over all of them until he suddenly sees a blue haired young woman walking very closely next to Frieza. Nappa, an enormous bald Saiyan who's standing next to Vegeta watches them too, a thoughtful look on his face before suddenly snapping back to reality.
'I believe that that's Frieza's daughter milord…'
Vegeta turns his head towards Nappa, one dark eyebrow cocked up. He can't help but almost feel surprised, almost…
'Hmpf. She must be adopted. No way in hell someone wanted to fuck that lizard willingly, let alone bear him a child. Besides, she doesn't look a bit like him and…'
Vegeta presses on his scouter while focusing all of his attention on the blue haired woman.
'She's pathetically weak. So, where is the woman from?'
Nappa slowly shakes his bald head and thoughtfully plucks at his thin black mustache while also watching the blue haired young woman.
'All I know that she's indeed adopted milord. But nobody really knows where she's from, she probably doesn't even know herself. However, everybody does know that he's very protective of her. She's even been here before. Years ago, when she was still a small girl. I don't know exactly why however, everybody was very secretive about it. I'm guessing that Frieza ordered everyone to keep quiet about it.'
Vegeta looks up at Nappa and crosses his arms before looking back outside, carefully watching the young woman through narrowed eyes, a small smirk forming on his lips.
'I think that we should be very thankful that our dear Frieza has brought his sweet innocent little girl with him Nappa. You see, my weak and pathetic father may have accepted Frieza as his define ruler, but I on the other hand think that it's time that the senile old bastard retires so I can become king, mainly because I will not nor ever accept that idiot lizard as our ruler.'
Vegeta turns back to look at Nappa again, a bright fire burning behind is onyx eyes as he speaks.
'This woman, this girl is a weakness Nappa and weaknesses can be used against you. It's time that this lizard is going to pay for all the things he did against our species and I believe that she could be the perfect weapon. Find out all you can about her Nappa and do it quickly.'
Vegeta smirks again, then turns around and walks away. Leaving a thoughtful looking Nappa behind.
