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(Don't kill me please!!) I'm so sorry that I took so long to post more! I was on a trip with my school. Heh. But here it is :) Ok?)
Chapter 12
She shrugged as idea popped into her head. Smirking, she walked around getting her things together albeit making sure to be extra slow. She even closed the door to the bathroom slowly.
Zarbon tapped his foot impatiently as the minutes swam by. After ten minutes passed by he growled and yelled, "Girl! If you don't get your fat ass out here in 30 seconds I'm going to come in there and drag you out!"
The door to the bathroom opened slowly to reveal a very dressed up Bulma. She was wearing a see-through black tube top with a bathing suit underneath, making it look like a halter-top, a pair of black spandex pants that hugged her like a second skin. Her cerulean eyes stood out more than usual thanks to the ice-blue eye shadow that covered her eyelids along with the mascara she'd laid on her eyelashes. A clear gloss smothered her silky pink lips. Zarbon's eyes bulged out of their sockets as his eyes racked over her body repeatedly trying desperately to memorize every detail of the beauty in front of his. Bulma growled softly as she noticed his lust-filled gaze and murmured, "Let's go before I decide to get ride of that hard-on of yours." She noticed his smile. "Painfully." Zarbon growled and stomped out the door angrily. She chuckled, not bothered to follow him. '5.4.3.2.1.'
"GIRL!" Zarbon stormed in.
Bulma smiled innocently and said, "But you never told me to follow you." She paused and stared at him inwardly laughing. "You just.well.left."
Zarbon grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room swearing all the way to the cafeteria
(Ok let me explain here. There's a wall separating where the "upper class" and the "lower class" eat. I'm going to call the entire thing a cafeteria because it's easier. :P Ok, keep reading)
Once they were in front of the cafeteria Zarbon leaned over to her and said, "Look, girl, just be good and do as you're told. Understand?"
She just smirked, sent him a glance, and kicked the doors open. Quickly, she switched to a calm, seductive smile that matched the outfit she wore perfectly. Cerulean eyes scanned the room quickly ignoring the lust-stares of most everyone in the room. 'Well I could possibly beat the guards and a few of the guests but everyone in the room.not to mention Frieza himself.not going to happen. Ugh.I suppose I'll just have to put up with it.' Frieza smiles and motions to the two empty besides him. 'For now.' At her own pace she began to walk over to the seats he'd motioned to as an idea forms inside her head to test her freedom and annoy the disgusting lizard. 'Ha. Two sticks with one stone.then again if everything happens like I expect it will Zarbon will get a beating for not keeping me in line. This just keeps getting better and better.'
She reached the seats and glanced at Frieza, then Zarbon, then walked in the middle of the two chairs. Laughing silently, she stared at Frieza knowing he wanted her sitting next to him. Smiling wider she sat down in the second chair (the one farthest from him) earning a few gasps and whispers from the other guests sitting along the large table. Frieza scowled and directed his gaze towards Zarbon, who nodded. He walked over and said, "Lord Frieza's guest should sit at his side." he bent forward so his lips grazed her ear and whispered, "Now move, girl."
Bulma muttered curses under her breath but did as she was told, albeit at a slow pace. Once she was settled in the seat she leaned over and whispered, "Define guest, fag-boy." She smirked in triumph as rage swarm over his features. Sitting upright she cleared her throat and turned towards Frieza. "So, lizard, why did you bring me here?" Although her tone was low a few people to Zarbon's right heard and whispered to the person next to them. So on and so forth until it reached the end of the table, causing Bulma to roll her eyes at the child-like actions.
The guard from earlier, overhearing the murmurs of the guests, yelled, "Address my lord properly, wench!"
Bulma turned in her chair and looked at the guard, amusement glittering in her eyes. "What are you going to do about it, shorty?" The guard stammered, remembering the last time he'd met her. "Exactly so shut the hell up."
"Actually," Frieza started, then paused as all attention focused on him. "I did want something." He chuckled, sending a shiver up Bulma's spine.
(Don't kill me please!!) I'm so sorry that I took so long to post more! I was on a trip with my school. Heh. But here it is :) Ok?)
Chapter 12
She shrugged as idea popped into her head. Smirking, she walked around getting her things together albeit making sure to be extra slow. She even closed the door to the bathroom slowly.
Zarbon tapped his foot impatiently as the minutes swam by. After ten minutes passed by he growled and yelled, "Girl! If you don't get your fat ass out here in 30 seconds I'm going to come in there and drag you out!"
The door to the bathroom opened slowly to reveal a very dressed up Bulma. She was wearing a see-through black tube top with a bathing suit underneath, making it look like a halter-top, a pair of black spandex pants that hugged her like a second skin. Her cerulean eyes stood out more than usual thanks to the ice-blue eye shadow that covered her eyelids along with the mascara she'd laid on her eyelashes. A clear gloss smothered her silky pink lips. Zarbon's eyes bulged out of their sockets as his eyes racked over her body repeatedly trying desperately to memorize every detail of the beauty in front of his. Bulma growled softly as she noticed his lust-filled gaze and murmured, "Let's go before I decide to get ride of that hard-on of yours." She noticed his smile. "Painfully." Zarbon growled and stomped out the door angrily. She chuckled, not bothered to follow him. '5.4.3.2.1.'
"GIRL!" Zarbon stormed in.
Bulma smiled innocently and said, "But you never told me to follow you." She paused and stared at him inwardly laughing. "You just.well.left."
Zarbon grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room swearing all the way to the cafeteria
(Ok let me explain here. There's a wall separating where the "upper class" and the "lower class" eat. I'm going to call the entire thing a cafeteria because it's easier. :P Ok, keep reading)
Once they were in front of the cafeteria Zarbon leaned over to her and said, "Look, girl, just be good and do as you're told. Understand?"
She just smirked, sent him a glance, and kicked the doors open. Quickly, she switched to a calm, seductive smile that matched the outfit she wore perfectly. Cerulean eyes scanned the room quickly ignoring the lust-stares of most everyone in the room. 'Well I could possibly beat the guards and a few of the guests but everyone in the room.not to mention Frieza himself.not going to happen. Ugh.I suppose I'll just have to put up with it.' Frieza smiles and motions to the two empty besides him. 'For now.' At her own pace she began to walk over to the seats he'd motioned to as an idea forms inside her head to test her freedom and annoy the disgusting lizard. 'Ha. Two sticks with one stone.then again if everything happens like I expect it will Zarbon will get a beating for not keeping me in line. This just keeps getting better and better.'
She reached the seats and glanced at Frieza, then Zarbon, then walked in the middle of the two chairs. Laughing silently, she stared at Frieza knowing he wanted her sitting next to him. Smiling wider she sat down in the second chair (the one farthest from him) earning a few gasps and whispers from the other guests sitting along the large table. Frieza scowled and directed his gaze towards Zarbon, who nodded. He walked over and said, "Lord Frieza's guest should sit at his side." he bent forward so his lips grazed her ear and whispered, "Now move, girl."
Bulma muttered curses under her breath but did as she was told, albeit at a slow pace. Once she was settled in the seat she leaned over and whispered, "Define guest, fag-boy." She smirked in triumph as rage swarm over his features. Sitting upright she cleared her throat and turned towards Frieza. "So, lizard, why did you bring me here?" Although her tone was low a few people to Zarbon's right heard and whispered to the person next to them. So on and so forth until it reached the end of the table, causing Bulma to roll her eyes at the child-like actions.
The guard from earlier, overhearing the murmurs of the guests, yelled, "Address my lord properly, wench!"
Bulma turned in her chair and looked at the guard, amusement glittering in her eyes. "What are you going to do about it, shorty?" The guard stammered, remembering the last time he'd met her. "Exactly so shut the hell up."
"Actually," Frieza started, then paused as all attention focused on him. "I did want something." He chuckled, sending a shiver up Bulma's spine.
