Thank you, thank you, thank you Pukic for reviewing this chapter is for you. As you are the only one to review so far. I feel so special you like my fic. I am not a total failure. On to the disclaimer
CFAF: do I have to do a disclaimer
Bardock: Yes you do.
CFAF: Why?
Bardock: because you don't want to be sued do you?
CFAF: okay, okay, I don't own DBZ.
Bardock: do you want to tell me why exactly I am here and not vegeta
CFAF: because I like you both and I don't want you to have to endure each-others company I have three favorite people you two are two of them.
Bardock: who is the other
CFAF: Radditz.
Chapter: Talking to Frieza
Three years later:
The girl woke up in a medical room; floating in the regeneration tank. She wondered how she got there.
It had been three years since the destruction of Vegeta-sei. She had been traveling in space and had found friends and enemies.
Before being here she remembered being attacked. Her space pod had been damaged and the air was seeping out and she passed out from lack of air. She must have been pulled in and put in the tank.
The tank started beeping along with the one beside hers. The technicians opened the tanks and the occupants of the tank stumbled out. On the left side a short dark young man with flame–like hair, his angry obsidian eyes, pronounced muscles, and a deep scowl. From the other came a long golden haired girl. She had sapphire blue eyes full lips and a height of about six-feet. All in all she looked about sixteen. She looked worried but that quickly passed and a bland look replaced it.
"Yes, Master Frieza," a technician said in response to a transmission. "You two," he snapped pointing at the girl and the man, "will report to master Frieza. Vegeta, show the girl the way," he directed this comment at the man. "He is in the receiving room."
"What!" exclaimed Vegeta "Why me! Why can't one of one of your lackeys do it?"
"Because," came the reply, "You are to go also, and I don't need to waste valuable men."
"Why you!" snarled Vegeta. *beep, beep*
"Why aren't they here yet?"
"I-I am sorry Master Frieza, we were trying to figure out how the girl would get to you," the technician stuttered.
"Vegeta is there is he not? Send him. You understand don't you Vegeta." It was not a question.
"Yes, Frieza." He answered.
"Good," snarled Frieza "now come!"
"Argh!" yelled Vegeta.
"I told y-"the technician began but Vegeta grabbed his neck.
"Be glad I am busy, or you would die."
Oh boy, thought the girl, best stay on his good side. That won't be easy. Besides, I need to laugh at something sometime soon.
When they got to the receiving room they saw a short little man with pink skin on his arms and legs, a purple headstone type thing, a white face with purple lips and piercing red evil eyes, and armor over his upper body with a long tail sweeping around his three-toed clawed feet. He had a definite evil air about him. "Come in," came the high pitched voice.
I wonder whether this is a guy or a girl wondered the girl.
"Vegeta you nearly failed your last mission. You barely made it out and destroyed one of the largest mines on the planet."
"They were more powerful than expected, Lord Frieza," Came the angry reply "I…underestimated a fighter."
Well that settles that, that guy is Frieza. He is a man and Vegeta doesn't like him.
"Well don't do it again, Vegeta, or else. Now you girl."
"Huh, wha, oh, uh, yeah"
"You're a smart one aren't you?" chuckled Frieza
"Nope!" came the cheerful reply, "Dumb as a doornail!"
"A doornail?" inquired Frieza.
"Never-mind," she sighed.
Frieza chose to ignore that and asked "What is your name, girl?"
I can't give him my real name he's going to call me whatever he wants to anyway. Hmm, what do people usually call me, what did they call me on Vegeta-sei?
Oh yeah that's it!"
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