Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters from it, I do own this fics story line though and any characters that I create.


Bulma and Jay jumped up as though they had been bitten and pushed past Vegeta, who was still standing in the doorway covered in Frieza's blood. They rushed into Frieza's room, not able to really grasp the fact that the evil lizard lord really was dead. But, sure enough when they looked in the room, Frieza - or rather what was left of Frieza apart from the torso - was scattered around the bedroom. They turned to face one another and after looking at each other with a moment of complete understanding they squealed with joy and hugged one another, practically jumping up and down in excitement. For both Jay and Bulma this was a dream come true – although they both had different reasons for having dreamt this scenario.

Eighteen looked Vegeta up and down, impressed with what she saw. This saiyan might be small, but he was obviously incredibly powerful and was more then what he seemed. Besides, people were always saying that good things came in small packages. A small suggestive smile came over Eighteen's beautiful face and she gracefully stood up and sauntered towards Vegeta, holding out a delicate looking hand, and flashing him a brilliant smile designed to dazzle.

"I'm Eighteen." She purred. "And you would be?" She took his hand and shook it gently, holding onto it for a little longer then was necessary.

"I'm Prince Vegeta." The saiyan growled, looking both put out and insulted that she hadn't heard of him. He opened his mouth to say more but at that moment an elated Jay and Bulma came dancing through the door way chanting "HE'S DEAD!" as loud as they both could. It was more then just a little obvious that they hadn't bee huge Frieza supporters. However they were acting childish and weak and that was the kind of behaviour Vegeta couldn't tolerate.

"What did I tell you little, Beautiful?" Jap affectionately hugged Bulma, resting his head on top of hers. "I told you that freak was going to get what was coming to him sooner or later."

Bulma giggled loudly and opened her mouth to answer when Vegeta interrupted them with a bellow…

"SILENCE!" The prince roared, glaring at them as though they were bugs to be squashed. "Now sit down and shut up." He ordered arrogantly. Immediately all three sat down and stared alertly at him. Vegeta stared in disbelief; they were following his orders like pet dogs. Briefly he wondered just what they were and what they had done for Frieza.

He asked them.

"We're from the genetics lab. We were created to be the perfect beings, but so far the scientists haven't actually successfully created a perfect Project. We're a close as they've come." Eighteen took charge and began speaking, she being the eldest. Her voice was still a seductive purr but there was a business like edge to it that surprised Vegeta. "I am Project 18, Jay here is Project 89 and Bulma here is Project 109."

Vegeta looked at them all in turn, his gaze hesitating on the blue haired woman. She looked beautiful in a delicate porcelain doll kind of way. Her eyes had an intelligent look to them that Vegeta found slightly intimidating. Unlike the other two, who had a confident air to them, she seemed more subdued and less inclined to talk. Vegeta guessed that she had seen the wrath of Frieza too many times.

"Exactly what do you mean by the 'perfect being'?" Vegeta tore his eyes off Bulma and looked at Jay who stuck out like a weed in a pot of flowers. With his red hair and his less then perfect facial features he reminded Vegeta of a general who he had served under years ago – a rather nasty disagreeable man who'd been prone to giving Vegeta and his two followers the worst missions.

"Beautiful, brainy and brawny." Jay told him disinterestedly. He yawned and then continued. "But each of us is missing one component. I fell out of the ugly tree, Eighteen has the IQ of a wet dish cloth and Bulma here has trouble lifting 50kg weights." Although Jay sounded bored and gestured as though indifferent to his plight Vegeta got the strange sensation that Jap was actually only pretending not to care. Knowing Frieza the evil lizard had probably made sure to remind each of them what there flaw was.

"I see." Vegeta lied. He did not see at all; they were obviously flawed beings that had been cooked up in the science lab and should have been destroyed. He couldn't fathom for what reason that Frieza might had allowed them to live. "So what was it that you did for Frieza?" His eyes slid back across to Bulma despite his best efforts to stay focused on Jay.

Bulma noticed his attention and frowned in irritation, quickly looked at the ground. She was used to men looking at her like a piece of meat…but this saiyan was making her nervous. "Well, we fought for him sometimes, and Jay here was appointed his body guard after Zarbon met with that accident. Oh, and Eighteen and I we…" Bulma trailed off, and looked uncomfortable. Next to her Jay growled, not happy to see Bulma upset and uncomfortable.

"We fucked him." Eighteen piped up and smiled seductively again. "And since we're looking for more gainful employment once more…" she raised her eyebrows suggestively at Vegeta.

Vegeta stared at the three of them and wondered if he should bother to keep them around. The blue haired one called Bulma he would definitely keep for a little while. She looked as though she would be excellent to bed, and if Frieza had kept her around she was most likely good in bed. He'd have to find out for himself. He shrugged to himself, he wouldn't decide now; they might come in handy later.

All Vegeta knew was that for the moment he had to get the news around that now he was in charge and that Frieza had been destroyed.


Bulma didn't like Vegeta and she didn't bother to hide it. He'd been ruling now for almost a week and already her entire world had changed. On the upside she hadn't seen much of him since that first meeting in their apartment. Unfortunately when she did run into him she always felt her skin crawling. It felt as though he never took his eyes off her, as though he was always watching her. It was unnerving as hell, especially since the last time she'd come into contact with him.

She's run into him yesterday and he'd pretty much ordered her to come to his bedchamber that night. He hadn't made any attempt to justify wanting her; he had simply looked her up and down, had moved closer and had told her that he expected to see her in his room tonight. Of course, she hadn't turned up.

She had suddenly developed 'food poisoning' at the last moment. Eighteen had gone instead but had returned almost immediately saying something about arrogant bastards and dumb monkeys. Apparently Vegeta had turned her down, a new experience for the blonde bombshell known as Eighteen.

Still, Bulma had to begrudgingly admit that since Vegeta had taken over conditions had improved, she wasn't happy about Jay leaving on a mission, although Bulma knew she that she was being paranoid she couldn't help but feel that Vegeta was trying to get ride of the one man in her life who would protect her.

"Project 109!"

Bulma was jolted from her thoughts as Vegeta smirked at her from the doorway to the science lab where Bulma had been working/hiding. Mentally cursing herself for not locking the door she placed an inquisitive look on her face and stared at Vegeta questioningly, hoping and praying he wouldn't punish her in the same way that Frieza had. She slid a smile onto her face and looked at him pleasantly.

"Sire?"

"Have you recovered from your little bout of Food poisoning?" Vegeta walked in and closed the door behind him. As soon as the door clicked closed Bulma felt claustrophobic – as though Vegeta's personality somehow took up all the space I the room. She felt a like a trapped animal – she wanted to run, she wanted to hide, she wanted to be away from this man!

Stupid scientists…why couldn't I have been strong and smart? Why did I have to be weak?

"Yes Sire, I have." Bulma tried to look thrilled to see him, like Eighteen would have done, but her smile felt and looked forced. All her life Frieza had used sex as a way to remind her that he was stronger then her. He'd push her around, sometimes beat her, and then he would do things to her which made her skin crawl…all the time telling her that if she could get free of him he'd never touch her again. Taunting her...Using her...

"Good, then I'll expect you in my room in…an hour." Vegeta smirked and gave Bulma the once over look she had been getting from men all her life. He began to turn back around, his hand reaching for the doorknob…

"I'm busy." It snapped out before Bulma could swallow it back in. She had always had a sharp mouth and a quick mind, because of this she often talked with out thinking, over the years she'd earned several beatings from Frieza because of her little snide comments.

"Make time." Vegeta glared in annoyance.

"I'm not some sex toy you can just use whenever it suits you, I'm a living breathing being and when I say I'm busy I mean I'm busy!" Bulma winced inwardly, knowing she was digging herself a deeper hole with each word that came out of her mouth. She couldn't help it though – she hated men and she especially hated saiyans! They were filthy beasts!

"I don't care woman, if you don't turn up I'll have you hunted down and publicly killed." With that Vegeta turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Bastard."


Bulma didn't know why she disliked Vegeta so much, he was better then Frieza. He was egotistical it was true, but so were most men. He wasn't bad looking in fact he was very, very good looking if you liked your men exotic and with tails, but he was overbearing and dominating and had stupid hair, not to mention he was a little on the short side! However, compared to her reasons for hating Frieza, they were hardly good enough for disliking him so much. Bulma put it down to him treating her like a sex toy. That had always pissed her off with Frieza.

Bulma didn't bother to use the door chime to Vegeta's personal chambers. She just opened the door and walked in, her mouth twisted sideways in defiance. No matter what happened tonight she was going to make damn sure that Vegeta knew that while she might be weak in strength she was smart enough to make up for it tenfold.

"Your Majesty?" Bulma called sweetly, took a few cautious steps into the room and squeaking in alarm when a pair of arms wrapped around her without warning. He was fast. She tried to struggle free but his arms were like steel bands around her. It was just like all those times Frieza had toyed with her…

"Woman." Vegeta whispered a greeting in her ear, his breath tickling down her neck. Bulma stopped struggling as a shivering tingle swept down her spine. She'd never felt anything like it before – no man had ever made her feel pleasure like this…but no matter, Vegeta would not win his way into her bed by using seduction; she was wearing her armour and Vegeta was going to have a very hard time getting her out of it. It wasn't the usual standard armour he was used to dealing with – this was armour she'd designed by herself and there was no way he could force her to take it off.

The new emperor loosened his grasp and Bulma slipped form his arms, turning around to glare at him with frosty eyes. "Just so you know, I'm not going to sleep with you."

"Really?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow, arrogantly crossing his arms. He couldn't believe that this tiny slip of a girl was trying to turn him down. He was the emperor! He'd defeated Frieza! No whore would dare turn him down – would they?

"Well…" Bulma drawled, looking him up and down with a small smile. "I'm not going to…unless you can get me out of my armour." She smiled coyly in much the same way Eighteen had taught her. Charm and seduction didn't come as easily to her as they did with Eighteen, but then Bulma had never had as much experience with men as Eighteen had.

"That shouldn't be hard." Vegeta looked excited - as if he relished the thought of roughing her up, stripping her down and then doing her. "Okay then." He walked up to her and Bulma held her ground, determined not to be frightened of the lowly saiyan. Even when he brought a fist back and punched her midsection, she didn't flinch. Bulma stumbled back a few steps but didn't cry out or fall over, her armour was strong, and she'd never found anyone who could get through it, not even Frieza.

Surprisingly Vegeta looked pleased. "This is going to be fun, woman." With a laugh he launched himself at her again and Bulma braced herself for the impact…


A/N - Let me know what you think? The next chapter will be comming soon!