"Princess Sophia!"

"What…" She groaned and rubbed her head. A young woman in plain white clothing hurried around the room and opened the curtains.

"Hurry up my Lady! You must shower immediately!"

"And why is that?" she sat up and scowled. Sophia wasn't one to be told what to do and she had to do as she was told already…so no servant was about to boss her around. Not after the week she's had.

"Do you not wish to be on time to your own wedding?" in that moment, the events of the last week or so flooded back to her with a vengeance and she was out of bed like a shot.

"I need a shower!" Sophia locked herself in her bathroom and franticly washed herself with scented shampoo and ensured her sapphires shone like the gems they were. She then shampooed her fluffy tail too and jumped out the bath. "Where is my towel?" she asked frantically and the servant girl passed it to her. "Thanks."

"My Lady." She bowed and left. Sophia dried herself and her hair before sitting at a vanity table. There, the servant had left out a full set of under garments like a purple frilly garter and purple frilly underwear with a hole for her tail. She dressed into them and looked around. Two female servants ran to her and didn't give her time to protest about only being in her underwear. One brushed her long ebony hair and the other rooted through her wardrobe while she held her bare chest from view.

"What are you doing!"

"Well mistress, I am perfecting your hair and my friend here is getting your dress ready. Would you like your hair up, or down?"

"She will have it down with corkscrew curls. And Melina, attend to my hair."

"Mother?" the Queen (of the Saiyans) pulled up a chair and joined the room long vanity table and mirror as the second Saiyan servant began her work on her long hair.

"Yes dear? You don't mind company while you get ready do you?"

"No I guess not…"

"Good, then you don't mind if I intrude too." Queen Fridge appeared out of no where with her own Ice-Jin servant and sat on Sophia's other side.

"Not at all. Now you can explain why all three of us are in nothing but our underwear and with a servant each doing our hair."

"Well dear, our dresses will be blessed before we wear them. Yours first, then mine and her highness Queen Fridge's."

"Yes dear, oh do be careful Xtin." Fridge winced as her servant attacked a knot.

"Well if King Kold insists on manhandling your hair every night like he does then you are bound to get tangles in your hair." Both Sophia and her mother chuckled at the servant's comment and watched as three dresses came in one by one.

The first was long and purple. It had a high collar and a low neck. It looked almost Victorian in shape and had a feminine cape attached from its shoulders to the floor. It would billow behind the person who wore it. This dress was soon held open as Queen Fridge stepped into it and tightened the lace around her. She then sat down again as her servant styled her hair into three high plats and purple ribbon holding them in place.

The next dress was blue with a very similar Victorian design, but the collar was smaller and it had sleeves like a Japanese Kimono, flared out massively. There was no cape, but a light blue shawl to drape round the arms. Sophia watched as her mother dress into this dress and had her servant style her hair into a high bun, with a few locks loose to frame her face.

"Now for your dress my dear." A long white dress came into view and over her head. It had no collar but a very low neck that actually came down to her navel with her toned stomach on view. It had wire in it to cup her breast together and stop the dress from just falling off.

"Well I know why I didn't have a bra now." Her cleavage was huge and on view for the world to see. "Just great." Under her navel, it was white thick cotton that covered her feet easily. It trailed behind her in the usual bridal fashion and her back felt cold. She shivered and looked in the mirror, to see why. Her back was also bare and she had long, semi transparent sleeves with frills all over the dress. The sleeves came all down her arms and looped around her middle finger on each hand. "Was the aim of this dress to give my Groom ideas?"

"Yes my dear. I believe, he will like it." Fridge chuckled and so did the Saiyan Queen.

"Oh joy. I have to put up with a randy prince all night. Just great. Well he isn't getting any from me!"

"Sure he won't." Fridge said sarcastically and ushered the servants away. "Let me do your hair Sophia. I would love to do it for you."

"Ok…thank you." Fridge smiled as Sophia's mother left to keep the wedding in check. Fridge corkscrewed her long ebony hair into thousands of perfect curls and then brushed them slightly, to make them bigger. Sophia refused to wear makeup, but she didn't refuse the white slip on shoes, grateful for the lack of heels. A servant came in and nodded to Fridge, who looked over the moon from the gesture.

"Come dear, it is time."

"!No, it can't be! Everything is going to fast!" Sophia sank into her chair and held her cheeks. "It can't be time. I'm at least supposed to have time to relax before I have a heart attack!"

"But dear, are you alright? You look pale all of a sudden." Sophia groaned and looked out her window. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and people from all around were swarming to the palace in heir best clothes.

"I just want to hide until this is all over…"

"What! But deary!"

"I can't do this! Not with a stranger!" Sophia looked to be close to tears and she stormed off towards the bed. She laid down and thumbed it. "I just want to go back to sleep and this will all have been another warped dream!"

"Oh deary." Fridge sighed, sat beside her and stroked her back. "This is your day. Today is all about you. Everyone on the planet and others have come to bask in your presence, your union and see you through a wonderful event. I was afraid of my wedding too."

"No, don't even try to make this a simple, I have been through this too talk. It worked last time but not this time! You knew who your groom was, I didn't!"

"I was afraid because I knew who he was. I would have preferred to have not known of him, and learn to like, and eventually love, him in my own time. Like you can. You are luckier than I was and please don't back out now. Please."

"But I…"

"For heavens sake you are talking as if you are going to be sold to the devil himself." Although you are in a way…

"But…I know men." she sat up and Fridge wiped tears from her face. "I know what he will expect of me after the wedding. To consummate our marriage."

"Oh my dear. I thought you didn't do anything unless you wanted to. I hardly think that you would let yourself be forced into anything like that. Now come. You haven't got your veil on."

"But."

"Come dear, it is time." She sniffled as Queen Fridge put a headband on her with a white, semi transparent veil that came to the base of her neck on the front, and her bum at the back.

"But…" Fridge took her wrists and led her down the corridor, coxing her along the way.

"Just a little further and the fantasy of the day will carry you through. There is no need to be afraid." Her tears had dried beneath the veil by the time she came to a large set of brown doors. Fridge and her mother picked up a bouquet of white roses and stood behind her.

"Oh sweetie. I almost forgot. One of the conditions of the wedding is that it will be marriage ceremony will be from his culture. Words mean nothing to them so you will not speak."

"But!"

"Go!" the doors opened and Sophia saw a full hall of creatures from all around the universe. And they were all looking at her. I don't want to do this… but after the music started, her mother gave her a push and her feet did the rest on autopilot. She considered stopping, but something caught her eye. At the very front of the isle, was a man clad in full black. He wore large black boots, a black spandex suit and a long sleeved dinner like Jacket. But the back fanned out onto the floor like a cloak, but it wasn't quite. She walked simply to get a closer look. His neck was covered by the spandex and he wore a strange mask that engulfed his head. It was also black and she couldn't see the front yet. The soft melody of golden harps rang in her ears as she took step after step. His back was all she could see as she continued on, and then a thought came to her. This man was stood at the end of the isle, waiting, facing the holy man…so he must be…the prince! This is my groom!

She was barely 5 steps away from him, and he started to turn towards her. She stopped dead in the isle at four steps and watched him reveal himself. The music stopped and the gathered people of every royal family held their breath. To their knowledge, this would be the first time that the Bride and Groom set eyes on each other. This moment would dictate everything.

His robes billowed with the motion of his mighty body, his arms opened towards her, and he bowed his head and lowered his head. When he straightened, she saw his mask. It was a black Japanese Dragon face with a flat snout and two large twisted mottle horns that spiralled behind his head. Her heart stopped. He looked like a demon from HFIL, come to take her soul. His eyes were hidden behind red eye pieces, a lot like the glass from sun glasses, so she couldn't see his eyes. He extended a gloved hand to her, and she whimpered softly.

"Come on. Come on." Vegeta murmured under his breath and Kold rested a hand on his shoulder.

"She will do it. Or my son will take her."

With a hand still extended he nodded towards it slowly and waited. Sophia turned to face her mother behind her who nodded and wore a pleaded face. Go on, she mouthed and Sophia returned her gaze to the black leather hand. She took one step, then another, then another and was one step away from taking the hand. Shakily, she lifted her right hand from her side and looked into his horrifying face. Her lips trembled and her breathing soft, but whimpering. A few inches off, and he took her hand in his. She gasped and prepared for the worst, but he simply lowered to one knee and kissed the back of her hand through the mask. As he stood again, she took that last step that sealed her fate. He took her other hand gently and cradled them both together in his large ones. His touch was so gentle, and even through the mask, she could see a soft side to this terrifying physique. Maybe…this won't be as bad as I thought.

Perfect. Now I have her…forever.

A man in holy robes held open a book and spoke in a language she couldn't understand. Her eyes were captivated on those red shades. And his eyes on hers. Suddenly, the priest changed to speaking Saiyan and addressed her.

"And do you Princess; take this prince to be your lawful wedded mate? To love and to cherish? 'till death do you part?" it was a good thing she wasn't supposed to say anything, as her throat had gone dry and she couldn't even move her lips. She nodded, still facing the Prince, and the priest turned to her groom. "And do you Prince; take this Princess to be your lawful wedded mate? To love and to cherish? To death do you part?" in a flash the Prince pulled on her hands until she pressed up against him and wrapped his arms around her. He turned to the priest, nodded, and held her close to him. "Then I pronounce you Man and Wife. Mates. Your Highness, you may now kiss the Bride." He released her and pulled something from his belt. It was a long, thick black ribbon and he lifted her veil.

Sophia's heart raced as the veil was lifted. She saw him pause and simply bask in her face, before raising the ribbon to her face like a blindfold. She was about to protest, but the Priest whispered in her ear. "Worry not Princess. It is the custom on his world for the Bride to only see the face of her Groom, once they retire to their private quarter. Thus the mask and the blind fold." She nodded and allowed the Prince, her husband, to blindfold her. Everything went dark and she simply waited.

He stared at her beautiful lips and placed his hands on her cheeks, cupping them gently. This moment. This was the moment he had waited for ever since he came out of the Black hole. The very one that she had trapped him in. yet he still basked in the moment as he slowly slid his tail from under his coat, and used it to lift his mask off backwards. The Hall of people all gasped but one stern look form Kold silenced them all at once.

Frieza's purple lips decent onto Sophia's and sealed against them.

Sophia felt all her worries, all her fears and anxieties melt away in that one kiss. His lips were warm and soft. When she felt a large wet tongue lick at her bottom lip, she gasped. But this allowed him to seep his tongue into her mouth and tilted his face to one side, for better access. She betrayed herself and groaned, placed her hands on his chest and returned the kiss with her own adventurous tongue. Frieza moaned and was soon engrossed in the passionate kiss, wrapping his tail around her hips and pulling her even closer to him.

"Told you it would work."

"I wish I were as confident as you were Kold." Both Kings sighed in triumph, proud and grateful of their achievement.

"I think my son is getting a little overboard."

"He probably knows it is going to be the only willing kiss he gets from her."

"Probably. But that isn't about to stop him." Kold chuckled and returned to watch his son's wedding.

Ok, he has a tail. And it is very much bigger than mine. As he finally pulled back, Sophia gasped for breath. She had never had such a kiss in all her life! He was defiantly a master kisser. Her hands were still on his chest and she lost herself for a moment, feeling through his spandex suit at his rippling muscles. Frieza smirked at the smile that formed on her lips as her fingers explored his pecks. He clamped his mask back into place, hid his tail again and removed the ribbon from her eyes. Her sapphire eyes and her actual sapphires on her temples shone towards him. Just like they had when he was 16, and when he was 12. But she only remembered the earlier one. Not the most recent memory. He would have to…remind her.

The Hall erupted in cheers and hoorays as the audience sprang to their feet. White and pink confetti fluttered from the ceiling and engulfed them from people's eager throwing hands. Sophia lost herself in the fantasy, like Fridge predicted, and laughed. For the first time in a long time, she smiled and smiled at her father. Maybe for once in his life, he got something right.

Her Groom squeezed on her hand and nodded towards the doors. She smiled, but didn't expect what happened next. He swung his arms under her legs and waist, and held her in his arms in the usual Bridal fashion. She giggled and he carried her out the hall with ease. So he had to be strong from the way he held her like she was nothing more than a feather. He carried her out the hall and into a private ship.

"Where are we going?" she chucked, but he simply carried her into the ship, closed the doors and sat down in the main seat. With her on his lap. "You don't intend on holding me on your lap as you drive do you?" she chucked as he just nodded and hit a button. The ship blasted off and she held onto him for support from the hyper engines. Sophia then noticed something. The design of the ship was very…familiar. Her smile faded slightly as she saw a symbol on the consol. "This is an Ice-Jin ship." He paused, but nodded all the same. "So you are Ice-jin?" he didn't respond, or he didn't want to. "It would explain the tail I felt." He slowly nodded and tapped a button, telling the ship to go faster. The ship suddenly docked and the doors opened. "So you are Ice-jin. And the Priest said you were a Prince…" Frieza quickly picked her up again and made his way through the mother ship, and towards his room. "I can walk myself you know. You can stop trying to be romantic." He shuck his head and powered up. He took flight and flew through the corridors. If she recognised the pod ship, she would surly recognise the mother ship. A few minuets later and he relaxed. Frieza touched down and opened his private chambers. He set her down inside and locked the door. He had ordered all his men to stay away from the premeditated route from the pod room to his room. So he didn't risk her recognising any of the men. As he had won them back over very quickly, with his father's help.

Sophia brushed herself off and looked around the new room. I knew this would happen. It was a bedroom. A great big, secluded, scented, jumbo sized, four-poster bedroom. The veil was around the bed, and there were candles everywhere. The dim light gave a more romantic feel to the black roomed setting. Everything was black and looked to be of the finest silks. "Ok. I assume this is your private chamber?" he nodded and closed the curtains. "So do I get to know who I just married or not?" she asked as politely as her Saiyan blood would let her. "Please." She placed her hands on his shoulders, but he pulled away and went to the bedside table. He scribbled down on a note pad and handed it to her.

You undress first, and then I will.

It is custom for the Bride to reveal herself, her whole self, for the Groom. Then to show acceptance, the Groom does the same.

She raised an eyebrow and looked back to him. "So you want me to get undressed. For you. Right now." He nodded and she groaned in frustration. "Look. I am not so sure that would be." He cut her off with his hand and wrote on the pad again.

I will not rape you.

She slowly looked to him and wondered if he had somehow looked into her eyes and seen her greatest fear. "But I. you expect me to…" she looked to the bed and back to him. "You want me to sleep with you tonight." He shuck his head. "You don't?"

No. I do not expect anything from you. This is going to be a shock enough for you without that sort of pressure as well. She blushed and looked to her feet. "I'm not wearing a bra. And you said my whole self. That does mean naked…doesn't it." he nodded and looked away. "Ok…" she grimaced and took her head band out her hair. He returned to look at her and Frieza smiled wickedly under the mask. There was no such custom as what he had made up, but she didn't know that.

Slowly she turned her back to him and pulled the shoulders of her dress off. She dress dropped to the floor and she heard him gasp. Her back was bare, her hips were curved, her legs were shapely and all she was wearing were a pair of frilly purple underwear and a very seductive garter to match on her right thigh. She slipped out of her shoes and held her sides.

Frieza stalked towards her and placed his hands on her shoulders. First, he kicked his boots off and let her see them wiz past her. Then he pulled off his jacket and whipped his tail at the air. She flinched from the sound and he handed her the coat. She dropped it and heard the all too familiar sound of Spandex being peeled from skin. The suit joined the coat before her and was followed by a par of large black gloves. Then came the moment Sophia was waiting for. He took off his mask and handed it to her over her shoulder. He was still stood behind her and she shuddered as two large, cold hands rested on her shoulders. "Your hands are cold." She whimpered. Frieza slipped the end of his tail down her garter and slipped it off her leg, and she stepped out of it.

"Cold hands, warm heart." He whispered in her ear and she gasped. After all those years, all the times she heard that voice ordering her to her next mission over intercom, after hearing that vice little over a few months ago, she knew that voice better than her own name. Her eyes grew wide and she started to tremble.

"No." Frieza played with her hair and nibbled on her ear as he chuckled at her reaction. "No. it can't be. You're in a black hole." She sniffled and tears began to fall from her eyes. "Kold hasn't left yet. It can't be."

"Oh but it is." He held her arms together and nipped at her neck. "Let's play a game. I call it, who am I. You have to guess." He chucked and his tail wrapped around her waist like a snake. "I am an Ice-Jin Prince. I have my own mother ship, an older brother, a loyal mother, a loving father, a thousand fleets of men and ships at my disposal, am one hundred times my old strength, and some since we last met, I am infatuated with you and have been since you were 8 on the Bridge, where we were first promised to be wed, you have devoted most of your life and efforts to stopping me, have spent time recently in a black hole, and I am your mate. Who, am, I?" he chuckled and licked her neck.

"Frieza."