A/N: Ok, this is the first chapter. hope you all like it.
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The young woman with teal coloured hair looked miserably at her reflection. Her hair came down in soft curls and her cerulean eyes shone somewhat brightly. It was her twenty-third birthday, and exactly nineteen years since she had been rescued by Frieza.
The satin gown which was now clinging to her body made her feel more than special. The pale blue colour of the gown complimented her features brilliantly. In her honor, Frieza was hosting a formal gathering in which many diplomats would attend. She was well renowned by the diplomats, through Frieza as his 'beautiful blue-haired genius'.
Twenty-three years old.
Nineteen years with Frieza.
Had time gone by so fast that most of her daily activities had become a blur in her mind. It seemed so. Sighing, she applied the last of her make- up. In truth she despised the vulgar chemical's. They always made her face feel heavier than usual, which she absolutely resented.
The other object of her hate was that she was being made to wear the ridiculous piece of cloth. She would much prefered to wear a spandex suit, but of course Frieza disliked the fact that she didn't dress womanly enough.
Knocking on the door caused her to retract from her private thoughts. She smiled as she was greeted by the handsome, smooth skinned, older man, she had learned to have an affection for over the years!
"Zarbon!" Her voice betrayed the happiness she felt inside at seeing him. He looked every bit as young as he was when she had only been a small girl.
Zarbon smiled and bowed mockingly, "Ah, Madame." He held back a laugh as her features contorted into fury.
"Must you mock me!" She huffed, crossing her arms in an annoyed manner.
"Of course young one."
She scowled at him, "I'll have you know that I am a young woman now. So kindly refrain from the 'young one' speeches you always give."
His jaw twitched, "If I remember correctly, it was only the other day when you threw one of your many tantrums and blasted half of your guards to the next dimension, is it not?"
"So?"
"So. So you behave like a child, so you might have the body of a woman but on the inside, you're just a mere child." His voice was teasing.
Bulma looped her arm through his and literally dragged him out of the room. "Don't push your luck Zarbon! You know perfectly well I can have Frieza onto in a second, if I wished it!" Obvious triumph showed on her face.
It was Zarbon's turn to scowl, "Yes, you seem to have him wrapped around your little finger."
Bulma laughed evilly, "Jealous?"
They reached the crowded hall, which was buzzing and teeming with noise.
Zarbon snorted, "I am never jealous of anything. Don't get your wires crossed." He spoke somewhat angrily.
Bulma sighed, "No fighting tonight Zarbon. We can fight tomorrow."
He nodded in agreement and they both silenced themselves before entering the hall, and capturing almost everyone's attention.
*****
The flame haired man, in his late twenties, stood stoicly in the corner of the large hall. He despised such gatherings, he would much rather be in battle or on another Kami foresaken purging mission. The stuffy traditional garb was causing him to be more irritable than usual. He watched as Frieza spoke with one of the important diplomats.
One minute the diplomat had been there, and the next he was gone. Sent to the next dimension by Frieza. Frieza stalked over to the next poor idiot to terrorize.
Vegeta snorted, it was exactly how he remembered he lizard to be. Impatient and with a volatile temper. He had not actually met with Frieza in the last three years, missions and purgings had thankfully kept him away from the company of the lizard
He had been in Frieza's services for twenty years to the exact day. He hated the lizard with more than a passion, it disgusted him.
He looked down, scowling at the glass of red liquid in his hand. Why had he even bothered to come? He knew Frieza didn't give a damn what Vegeta did, as long as he didn't rebel against Frieza's demands, then everything would be fine. He remembered that he had rebelled on numerous accounts when he was a young, and had recieved bile rising beatings for his behaviour.
Vegeta's face showed signs of the life of hardship he was forced to stay in. It can't have been twenty years since he was taken from his home, could it? Twenty years of suffering and working for his own enemy.
He was one of three Saiya-jins alive. This thought plagued him more than anything. Somehow his world had been destroyed, he always took the bet that it was Frieza's doing, even though his Saiya-jin companions argued his thoughts and tried to lay the blame an a meteor shower destroying Vegeta- sei.
Vegeta grunted, it was completely laughable. A mighty Prince, reduced to a servant.
Silence came over the buzzing crowd. He looked up in confusion and saw everyone's face turned towards the entrance of the hall. Trying not to be too obvious, he made his way to a clearing in the crowd and observed as two people entered the room.
One was Zarbon, of course, but it was the female that caught his attention.
Vegeta smirked, so this was Frieza's renowned scientist? He had to admit that she was quite a beauty, but of course beauty was nothing compared to strength and Vegeta could tell right away that she had no strength to speak of. It was too funny for words.
However, his actions betrayed his thoughts and his eyes trailed down her womanly form in amusement.
She raised her eyes in his direction, and looked into them. He found that she held no emotion whatsoever in the cerulean depths. It was empty and devoid of feeling, just like his own.
Suddenly, her eyes began twinkling in a strange manner.
A jolt of electricity went down his spine as he saw her eyes searching his very own, his tail began to slightly unravel from his waist. He had never seen her before today and already she was causing him to behave oddly. She was trouble.
Tearing his gaze away from her, he walked back to the hidden corner of the room. He stood silently and watched her, undetected, under hooded eyes. He watched as she disentangled her arm from Zarbon's and made her way fearlessly towards Frieza. Perhaps she would be his ticket out of Frieza's rule over him?
He smirked, liking the thought very much.
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Bulma stepped into the large hall and smirked as everyone's eyes were upon her. Her beauty had no bounds and attracted every male alien she had ever encountered. She raised her head smugly, but found herself falling into a pair of obsidian eyes.
She found herself being sucked in. Desperately trying to regain control of herself, she looked at the man that stood a few feet away from herself and Zarbon. He was positively handsome, with richly thick hair, oddly shaped in the style of a flame.
She had never seen him before tonight, and so she took no heed of his position here. Her eyes wandered back up to his flame-like hair, he was scowling furiously. What in the name of Kami was his problem? He seemed so serious, so deadly.
He reminded Bulma of an angry candle that was burning, due to his fire shaped hair. Her eyes twinkled mischievously at him, as she silently contemplated on whether or not she could seduce the stoic man.
She was highly disappointed when he turned away from her and walked in the opposite direction. Shrugging, she looked up at Zarbon who had been watching her actions carefully.
Bulma rolled her eyes, "What?"
Zarbon shook his head and Bulma retrieved her arm as she saw Frieza speaking with an army General. She made her way to him excitedly, like a child. In many ways, it seemed as though Zarbon was always right. She was only a child in a woman's body. She smirked, a very good looking woman's body.
She would use this to every advantage she could.
*****
Frieza had caught the exchange between his beloved pet and beautiful scientist. For nineteen years he had unconsciously kept them apart. He didn't know how they could have not met each other until this evening.
They knew about each other, of course. But as far as recognition went, they had no idea as to what the other looked like.
Frieza put on his best fake smile as Bulma approached him, a sour look was donned across her beautiful features. "Bulma! You do look stunning this evening." He complimented as his gaze travelled down her petite form.
Bulma scowled at him, roughly yanking her dress down and smoothing the creases. She bowed at the General briefly and turned to respond to Frieza. "Thank you." She turned back to the General, "Would you excuse us please?"
The General nodded, bowed and left their company.
Frieza held back a laugh as he looked at his precious scientist. Without her, he would not have gained half the empire he had now. He waited for her to continue.
Bulma almost stomped her foot, "Why must you insist on having such frivolous parties!"
Frieza almost burst out laughing. "Why are you complaining? I thought you enjoyed these functions."
She sighed loudly and spoke loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, "I normally do enjoy these functions, but not when you invite such drab company!!"
The people surrounding them hushed as they heard what she said.
Vegeta raised his eyebrow, the woman had quite a mouth on her. It was a wonder that Frieza even let her live. If he were to retort like the female did, then he would have been beaten to within an inch of his petty life.
Frieza merely chuckled, "You are so difficult to please."
Just then, a servant carrying drinks interrupted their conversation. "W- would you like a drink my Lord?" He stammered out, feeling greatly intimidated by the fiery woman next ot Frieza. She was ten times worse than Frieza himself!
Frieza took a glass filled with red liquid and swirled it.
The servant offered the hot-tempered woman a drink.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at the cowering servant. What a pathetuc figure he was! She snatched two glasses off of the tray, hurling the liquid in the glass straight at the servants face.
The servant shook in fear slightly, this woman had been known for her short temper and fuse. Anything could set her off. He tried to gently dab away the dripping liquid that was running down his face.
Bulma downed the other glass of burning liquid in anger. Without hesitation, she sent brain signals to the implanted ki chip in the palm of her hand and shot a ki blast to his chest, burning him terribly.
She looked at him in rage, "Never, and I mean never interrupt one of our conversations SLAVE. Or next time it shall be your head!"
The servant choked on his coughs as he crawled away, mortified by what the woman had done to him.
Frieza tutted as he saw the servant drag himself away, tail between his legs. "My, my. We are in a temper today."
Bulma set her jaw firmly as she looked at the retreating back. The evening hadn't even begun and she was already causing a scene. She scowled at everyone looking at them. "What are you looking at?" She snapped at everyone.
They all looked away for fear of being blasted themselves, save for Vegeta who looked at her even more with intrigue. Surely this can't be the same scientist Nappa had mentioned? Hadn't he heard that the scientist had no physical power and yet here she was firing ki blasts as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Nappa had told him this news before he was thrown into the dungeon for trying to seduce the woman. Something which Frieza was not thrilled about.
Frieza gave Bulma a warning look, "That's quite enough. Now, what is wrong?"
Bulma pouted at the look being given to her, "I was on a scientific break through!" She lied. "And now I have to spend my evening with these pathetic bunch of diplomats and nobles." She began to whine.
Vegeta sneered, she was indeed like a spoilt child. A merciless and frightening spoilt young child. He stood well away from the pair, not being detected but watching and listening to the scene unfolding before him. He was disturbed by a known, and much hated green man. Scowling, he addressed the elder man.
Frieza looked at Bulma and contemplated her words, "Are you certain?"
She nodded eagerly, her eyes coming to life.
Frieza chuckled, "It's only for this evening, Bulma. Your break through can wait."
Bulma glared at the tiny man evilly, "Fine, but I won't be held responsible for ANYONE'S death. Ok?" Maybe she could catch him out with that.
Frieza smirked, "Fine." With the smirk still planted firmly across his face, he made his way to the opposite side of the hall. Wanting to frighten other petrified poor souls.
Bulma pouted and crossed her arms. She stormed over to Zarbon, who was engaging in what looked like a heated conversation with the flame haired man she had locked eyes with earlier. She curled her mouth into a precarious smile, sliding over to them, wondering of she could indeed seduce the dark handsome man. She would have fun and if he didn't cooperate, well, she could always have him killed.
Vegeta looked darkly at the blue haired woman approaching himself and Zarbon. Scowling, he decided to end their discussion there and then. "This is not up for debate Zarbon!" He hissed.
Zarbon sneered at the smaller man, "Don't flatter yourself Vegeta. Just what the fuck are you doing here anyway-?" He was cut short as Bulma joined their company. He bowed to her slightly and introduced her to Vegeta, "This is Bulma. Frieza's highly regarded scientist."
Bulma gave her most sexiest smile, "Charmed," she held out her hand, waiting for the flame-haired man to take it into his own and kiss lightly.
Vegeta just looked at the hand, a funny look crossed his face and he hissed quietly into Zarbon's ear.
Bulma frowned at being rejected and she dropped her hand angrily. "What, may I ask, is your problem?" She snapped at the man.
Vegeta sneered at her, "Are you sure you're a scientist?"
Zarbon didn't like where this was going, but he remained silent.
Bulma glared at the man, "Yes, why?"
Vegeta smirked, "You seem more like Frieza's whore than his scientist."
Bulma gaped at him. Never had she been spoken to in such a terrible way. "How dare you!" She screeched, once again drawing the attention of the people around the area they were standing in.
Vegeta chuckled, she was indeed easy to anger. "Relax, woman."
Bulma continued to gape at him. She had no clue who the man was, nor did she want to. She wanted him dead, wanted him tortured and thrown into the dungeons, where he could slowly rot away in his own carcass's stench. "Why you little-"
Zarbon interrupted at this point. He could see the tremendous anger building up in the woman standing next to him. He definitely wouldn't want to be in the firing range when she finally exploded. "That's enough Bulma, why don't you go accompany Frieza for the time being. I'll deal with him," he spoke darkly, his tone betraying the calm features on his face.
Bulma shook with anger, she had never been insulted like this in her life. Looking wildly around the room, she tried to search for Frieza. She knew Zarbon wouldn't do anything to the man, he was too nice for his own good at times. As her gaze landed on Frieza, she smirked. she would make the small man pay for the insult.
Glancing back at the obsidian eyes, with great hatred, she smiled wickedly. "Be lucky I'm in a good mood." She walked away briskly, before he could retort with another of his cocky comments.
Vegeta's jaw twitched, he knew the look on her face all too well. It was that of revenge.
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Bulma marched her way back up to Frieza, causing the diplomat with him to back away slightly. It was known that even Frieza didn't have that much of a temper as the fiery scientist. The diplomat slid away unnoticed by the pair.
Bulma was red in the face from fury.
Frieza noticed this and grew suspicious, "What is the matter?"
Bulma grinded her teeth, "One of your so-called guests had the -gall- to insult me!" She glared across the room, still looking at the dark haired man.
Frieza raised his eyebrow, slightly annoyed that someone would choose to insult -her-. "What did they say?" He asked darkly.
Bulma looked at Frieza accusingly, "He called me your whore!"
Frieza's eyes became ablaze with fury. "Who said that?" If it was anyone else other than Bulma, they would have run away at the fierce tone he had used.
Bulma shrugged, having calmed down slightly, "I don't know who it was, but it's that man over there." She pointed in Vegeta's direction, making sure he saw them.
"Vegeta.." Frieza breathed, quietly enough so that Bulma could not hear.
"What was that?"
Frieza shook his head and smirked coldly. "Nothing of your concern. Do not worry yourself over him. I shall see to it that he is punished." Any incident in which he could punish the Prince was greatness in itself.
Bulma smiled, satisfied by Frieza's answer. "I'd like to see him thrown in the dungeon by tonight and competing in our gladiator tournament in the coming week, with two or three good beatings thrown in for extra measures!"
Frieza looked at her slyly, and nodded in consent.
She looked briefly at the pair of obsidian eyes that were staring at her. Little did he know, he was about to get the shock of his life tonight.
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A/N: Sorry to stop there. The preview chapter has been taken out (obviously) but it will be back soon! Please review and let me know what you think of it so far. Thank you.
*****
The young woman with teal coloured hair looked miserably at her reflection. Her hair came down in soft curls and her cerulean eyes shone somewhat brightly. It was her twenty-third birthday, and exactly nineteen years since she had been rescued by Frieza.
The satin gown which was now clinging to her body made her feel more than special. The pale blue colour of the gown complimented her features brilliantly. In her honor, Frieza was hosting a formal gathering in which many diplomats would attend. She was well renowned by the diplomats, through Frieza as his 'beautiful blue-haired genius'.
Twenty-three years old.
Nineteen years with Frieza.
Had time gone by so fast that most of her daily activities had become a blur in her mind. It seemed so. Sighing, she applied the last of her make- up. In truth she despised the vulgar chemical's. They always made her face feel heavier than usual, which she absolutely resented.
The other object of her hate was that she was being made to wear the ridiculous piece of cloth. She would much prefered to wear a spandex suit, but of course Frieza disliked the fact that she didn't dress womanly enough.
Knocking on the door caused her to retract from her private thoughts. She smiled as she was greeted by the handsome, smooth skinned, older man, she had learned to have an affection for over the years!
"Zarbon!" Her voice betrayed the happiness she felt inside at seeing him. He looked every bit as young as he was when she had only been a small girl.
Zarbon smiled and bowed mockingly, "Ah, Madame." He held back a laugh as her features contorted into fury.
"Must you mock me!" She huffed, crossing her arms in an annoyed manner.
"Of course young one."
She scowled at him, "I'll have you know that I am a young woman now. So kindly refrain from the 'young one' speeches you always give."
His jaw twitched, "If I remember correctly, it was only the other day when you threw one of your many tantrums and blasted half of your guards to the next dimension, is it not?"
"So?"
"So. So you behave like a child, so you might have the body of a woman but on the inside, you're just a mere child." His voice was teasing.
Bulma looped her arm through his and literally dragged him out of the room. "Don't push your luck Zarbon! You know perfectly well I can have Frieza onto in a second, if I wished it!" Obvious triumph showed on her face.
It was Zarbon's turn to scowl, "Yes, you seem to have him wrapped around your little finger."
Bulma laughed evilly, "Jealous?"
They reached the crowded hall, which was buzzing and teeming with noise.
Zarbon snorted, "I am never jealous of anything. Don't get your wires crossed." He spoke somewhat angrily.
Bulma sighed, "No fighting tonight Zarbon. We can fight tomorrow."
He nodded in agreement and they both silenced themselves before entering the hall, and capturing almost everyone's attention.
*****
The flame haired man, in his late twenties, stood stoicly in the corner of the large hall. He despised such gatherings, he would much rather be in battle or on another Kami foresaken purging mission. The stuffy traditional garb was causing him to be more irritable than usual. He watched as Frieza spoke with one of the important diplomats.
One minute the diplomat had been there, and the next he was gone. Sent to the next dimension by Frieza. Frieza stalked over to the next poor idiot to terrorize.
Vegeta snorted, it was exactly how he remembered he lizard to be. Impatient and with a volatile temper. He had not actually met with Frieza in the last three years, missions and purgings had thankfully kept him away from the company of the lizard
He had been in Frieza's services for twenty years to the exact day. He hated the lizard with more than a passion, it disgusted him.
He looked down, scowling at the glass of red liquid in his hand. Why had he even bothered to come? He knew Frieza didn't give a damn what Vegeta did, as long as he didn't rebel against Frieza's demands, then everything would be fine. He remembered that he had rebelled on numerous accounts when he was a young, and had recieved bile rising beatings for his behaviour.
Vegeta's face showed signs of the life of hardship he was forced to stay in. It can't have been twenty years since he was taken from his home, could it? Twenty years of suffering and working for his own enemy.
He was one of three Saiya-jins alive. This thought plagued him more than anything. Somehow his world had been destroyed, he always took the bet that it was Frieza's doing, even though his Saiya-jin companions argued his thoughts and tried to lay the blame an a meteor shower destroying Vegeta- sei.
Vegeta grunted, it was completely laughable. A mighty Prince, reduced to a servant.
Silence came over the buzzing crowd. He looked up in confusion and saw everyone's face turned towards the entrance of the hall. Trying not to be too obvious, he made his way to a clearing in the crowd and observed as two people entered the room.
One was Zarbon, of course, but it was the female that caught his attention.
Vegeta smirked, so this was Frieza's renowned scientist? He had to admit that she was quite a beauty, but of course beauty was nothing compared to strength and Vegeta could tell right away that she had no strength to speak of. It was too funny for words.
However, his actions betrayed his thoughts and his eyes trailed down her womanly form in amusement.
She raised her eyes in his direction, and looked into them. He found that she held no emotion whatsoever in the cerulean depths. It was empty and devoid of feeling, just like his own.
Suddenly, her eyes began twinkling in a strange manner.
A jolt of electricity went down his spine as he saw her eyes searching his very own, his tail began to slightly unravel from his waist. He had never seen her before today and already she was causing him to behave oddly. She was trouble.
Tearing his gaze away from her, he walked back to the hidden corner of the room. He stood silently and watched her, undetected, under hooded eyes. He watched as she disentangled her arm from Zarbon's and made her way fearlessly towards Frieza. Perhaps she would be his ticket out of Frieza's rule over him?
He smirked, liking the thought very much.
******
Bulma stepped into the large hall and smirked as everyone's eyes were upon her. Her beauty had no bounds and attracted every male alien she had ever encountered. She raised her head smugly, but found herself falling into a pair of obsidian eyes.
She found herself being sucked in. Desperately trying to regain control of herself, she looked at the man that stood a few feet away from herself and Zarbon. He was positively handsome, with richly thick hair, oddly shaped in the style of a flame.
She had never seen him before tonight, and so she took no heed of his position here. Her eyes wandered back up to his flame-like hair, he was scowling furiously. What in the name of Kami was his problem? He seemed so serious, so deadly.
He reminded Bulma of an angry candle that was burning, due to his fire shaped hair. Her eyes twinkled mischievously at him, as she silently contemplated on whether or not she could seduce the stoic man.
She was highly disappointed when he turned away from her and walked in the opposite direction. Shrugging, she looked up at Zarbon who had been watching her actions carefully.
Bulma rolled her eyes, "What?"
Zarbon shook his head and Bulma retrieved her arm as she saw Frieza speaking with an army General. She made her way to him excitedly, like a child. In many ways, it seemed as though Zarbon was always right. She was only a child in a woman's body. She smirked, a very good looking woman's body.
She would use this to every advantage she could.
*****
Frieza had caught the exchange between his beloved pet and beautiful scientist. For nineteen years he had unconsciously kept them apart. He didn't know how they could have not met each other until this evening.
They knew about each other, of course. But as far as recognition went, they had no idea as to what the other looked like.
Frieza put on his best fake smile as Bulma approached him, a sour look was donned across her beautiful features. "Bulma! You do look stunning this evening." He complimented as his gaze travelled down her petite form.
Bulma scowled at him, roughly yanking her dress down and smoothing the creases. She bowed at the General briefly and turned to respond to Frieza. "Thank you." She turned back to the General, "Would you excuse us please?"
The General nodded, bowed and left their company.
Frieza held back a laugh as he looked at his precious scientist. Without her, he would not have gained half the empire he had now. He waited for her to continue.
Bulma almost stomped her foot, "Why must you insist on having such frivolous parties!"
Frieza almost burst out laughing. "Why are you complaining? I thought you enjoyed these functions."
She sighed loudly and spoke loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, "I normally do enjoy these functions, but not when you invite such drab company!!"
The people surrounding them hushed as they heard what she said.
Vegeta raised his eyebrow, the woman had quite a mouth on her. It was a wonder that Frieza even let her live. If he were to retort like the female did, then he would have been beaten to within an inch of his petty life.
Frieza merely chuckled, "You are so difficult to please."
Just then, a servant carrying drinks interrupted their conversation. "W- would you like a drink my Lord?" He stammered out, feeling greatly intimidated by the fiery woman next ot Frieza. She was ten times worse than Frieza himself!
Frieza took a glass filled with red liquid and swirled it.
The servant offered the hot-tempered woman a drink.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at the cowering servant. What a pathetuc figure he was! She snatched two glasses off of the tray, hurling the liquid in the glass straight at the servants face.
The servant shook in fear slightly, this woman had been known for her short temper and fuse. Anything could set her off. He tried to gently dab away the dripping liquid that was running down his face.
Bulma downed the other glass of burning liquid in anger. Without hesitation, she sent brain signals to the implanted ki chip in the palm of her hand and shot a ki blast to his chest, burning him terribly.
She looked at him in rage, "Never, and I mean never interrupt one of our conversations SLAVE. Or next time it shall be your head!"
The servant choked on his coughs as he crawled away, mortified by what the woman had done to him.
Frieza tutted as he saw the servant drag himself away, tail between his legs. "My, my. We are in a temper today."
Bulma set her jaw firmly as she looked at the retreating back. The evening hadn't even begun and she was already causing a scene. She scowled at everyone looking at them. "What are you looking at?" She snapped at everyone.
They all looked away for fear of being blasted themselves, save for Vegeta who looked at her even more with intrigue. Surely this can't be the same scientist Nappa had mentioned? Hadn't he heard that the scientist had no physical power and yet here she was firing ki blasts as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Nappa had told him this news before he was thrown into the dungeon for trying to seduce the woman. Something which Frieza was not thrilled about.
Frieza gave Bulma a warning look, "That's quite enough. Now, what is wrong?"
Bulma pouted at the look being given to her, "I was on a scientific break through!" She lied. "And now I have to spend my evening with these pathetic bunch of diplomats and nobles." She began to whine.
Vegeta sneered, she was indeed like a spoilt child. A merciless and frightening spoilt young child. He stood well away from the pair, not being detected but watching and listening to the scene unfolding before him. He was disturbed by a known, and much hated green man. Scowling, he addressed the elder man.
Frieza looked at Bulma and contemplated her words, "Are you certain?"
She nodded eagerly, her eyes coming to life.
Frieza chuckled, "It's only for this evening, Bulma. Your break through can wait."
Bulma glared at the tiny man evilly, "Fine, but I won't be held responsible for ANYONE'S death. Ok?" Maybe she could catch him out with that.
Frieza smirked, "Fine." With the smirk still planted firmly across his face, he made his way to the opposite side of the hall. Wanting to frighten other petrified poor souls.
Bulma pouted and crossed her arms. She stormed over to Zarbon, who was engaging in what looked like a heated conversation with the flame haired man she had locked eyes with earlier. She curled her mouth into a precarious smile, sliding over to them, wondering of she could indeed seduce the dark handsome man. She would have fun and if he didn't cooperate, well, she could always have him killed.
Vegeta looked darkly at the blue haired woman approaching himself and Zarbon. Scowling, he decided to end their discussion there and then. "This is not up for debate Zarbon!" He hissed.
Zarbon sneered at the smaller man, "Don't flatter yourself Vegeta. Just what the fuck are you doing here anyway-?" He was cut short as Bulma joined their company. He bowed to her slightly and introduced her to Vegeta, "This is Bulma. Frieza's highly regarded scientist."
Bulma gave her most sexiest smile, "Charmed," she held out her hand, waiting for the flame-haired man to take it into his own and kiss lightly.
Vegeta just looked at the hand, a funny look crossed his face and he hissed quietly into Zarbon's ear.
Bulma frowned at being rejected and she dropped her hand angrily. "What, may I ask, is your problem?" She snapped at the man.
Vegeta sneered at her, "Are you sure you're a scientist?"
Zarbon didn't like where this was going, but he remained silent.
Bulma glared at the man, "Yes, why?"
Vegeta smirked, "You seem more like Frieza's whore than his scientist."
Bulma gaped at him. Never had she been spoken to in such a terrible way. "How dare you!" She screeched, once again drawing the attention of the people around the area they were standing in.
Vegeta chuckled, she was indeed easy to anger. "Relax, woman."
Bulma continued to gape at him. She had no clue who the man was, nor did she want to. She wanted him dead, wanted him tortured and thrown into the dungeons, where he could slowly rot away in his own carcass's stench. "Why you little-"
Zarbon interrupted at this point. He could see the tremendous anger building up in the woman standing next to him. He definitely wouldn't want to be in the firing range when she finally exploded. "That's enough Bulma, why don't you go accompany Frieza for the time being. I'll deal with him," he spoke darkly, his tone betraying the calm features on his face.
Bulma shook with anger, she had never been insulted like this in her life. Looking wildly around the room, she tried to search for Frieza. She knew Zarbon wouldn't do anything to the man, he was too nice for his own good at times. As her gaze landed on Frieza, she smirked. she would make the small man pay for the insult.
Glancing back at the obsidian eyes, with great hatred, she smiled wickedly. "Be lucky I'm in a good mood." She walked away briskly, before he could retort with another of his cocky comments.
Vegeta's jaw twitched, he knew the look on her face all too well. It was that of revenge.
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Bulma marched her way back up to Frieza, causing the diplomat with him to back away slightly. It was known that even Frieza didn't have that much of a temper as the fiery scientist. The diplomat slid away unnoticed by the pair.
Bulma was red in the face from fury.
Frieza noticed this and grew suspicious, "What is the matter?"
Bulma grinded her teeth, "One of your so-called guests had the -gall- to insult me!" She glared across the room, still looking at the dark haired man.
Frieza raised his eyebrow, slightly annoyed that someone would choose to insult -her-. "What did they say?" He asked darkly.
Bulma looked at Frieza accusingly, "He called me your whore!"
Frieza's eyes became ablaze with fury. "Who said that?" If it was anyone else other than Bulma, they would have run away at the fierce tone he had used.
Bulma shrugged, having calmed down slightly, "I don't know who it was, but it's that man over there." She pointed in Vegeta's direction, making sure he saw them.
"Vegeta.." Frieza breathed, quietly enough so that Bulma could not hear.
"What was that?"
Frieza shook his head and smirked coldly. "Nothing of your concern. Do not worry yourself over him. I shall see to it that he is punished." Any incident in which he could punish the Prince was greatness in itself.
Bulma smiled, satisfied by Frieza's answer. "I'd like to see him thrown in the dungeon by tonight and competing in our gladiator tournament in the coming week, with two or three good beatings thrown in for extra measures!"
Frieza looked at her slyly, and nodded in consent.
She looked briefly at the pair of obsidian eyes that were staring at her. Little did he know, he was about to get the shock of his life tonight.
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A/N: Sorry to stop there. The preview chapter has been taken out (obviously) but it will be back soon! Please review and let me know what you think of it so far. Thank you.