Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, so you can't sue me! Ha ha too bad for you, anyways on to the story! (Note: you don't review, I don't post more)

Chapter 13

Bulma raised an eyebrow, ignoring the shiver. "What is it?" Sighing, she thought, 'I'll have to make a mental note about my curiosity.'

"Well, my dear, my father," Frieza paused and nodded to his father, King Cold, who was sitting across the table from her, "would like to see what was the cause of his army turning into sex-craved dogs."

She frowned and looked at the creature in front of her. Even though she agreed with his description of his army she didn't like the feeling his body was radiating. She nodded her head in acknowledgement and said, "That'd be me, I suppose."

King Cold laughed. "I guessed as much," he said, his voice more raspy than Frieza's.

She winced, his voice hurting her sensitive ears, and turned back to Frieza. "Ok we've met. See ya." She got half way out of her chair when someone's arm pushed her back down.

Zarbon leaned over and whispered, "Stay until he dismisses you, girl."

She growled at him and looked over to Frieza. "May I leave, lizard?" Her voice was harsh and packed up with rage and hate.

Frieza thought for a moment and then smirked. "I will meet you in training room C-159 in an hour. You may leave."

She nodded, stood up, and with a last glance (more like a glance/glare), at Zarbon she stormed out of the room with every ounce of pride she had. "Morons!" she screamed as she walked down the hall. She looked around and sighed. 'I vote change and then train.' Shrugging, she went to go change.

_________

Bulma sat down in the middle of the floor trying to clear her mind. "Mmmm," she moaned as her mind fell into a blissful nothingness. Slowly she commanded her body to stand up and begin stretching. True, it had been a while since she'd practiced this way of fighting but after the first few times, which consisted of incorrect moves and constant moments where she was brought back, she got the hand of it. Now she was twisting and turning her body to stretch out her muscles while her mind traveled along the ship searching for high ki's and hidden places.

Someone sat on the floor observing her closely. The person murmured. "To do. or not to do.to do." Unfortunately the murmur wasn't enough to snap her mind back in place. The person leapt at her and succeeded in missing his target and skidding to a stop behind her. His intent had been to grab her arms and force them behind her back. He studied her silently and whispered, "Fast, aren't you? But you aren't fighting. not like before..."