I hope you guys like this, I thought it'd be cool to write about what might have happened if Bulma had grown up under Frieza. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not DBZ.
Another seven years later
Bulma sat at her workstation in her "hidden" lab. It was in her normal lab but inside what everyone else thought was a closet. It was a closet for anyone but her; she had designed it to appear that way for anyone but her who opened it. It scanned the person who wished to open it for their DNA; if it was someone besides her it converted into a closet. It was her and her father's first secret project. Now it housed many of her secret projects that would be, not only hers, but the remainder of her people's ticket to escape.
A beeping noise filled her "lab"; it was the signal to move to Frieza's lab. The same technology that scanned for the opener of the closet also scanned the halls when a person approached to let her know when others were coming to see her since her lab was the only thing in this corridor. Glancing at the computer that showed the results of the scan quickly she was relieved to see it was Zarbon and his human mate, Layla. They were her only allies her on Frieza's ship. If not for Zarbon recognizing Layla as his one true mate, she would have been sent to Frieza's harem or the academy where those women under 18 were sent to be "educated" as Frieza called it until their 18th birthday. Upon their 18th birthday, the woman was sent to the harem where that night Frieza had a cherry party where he raped the woman for the first time. Layla was given to Zarbon when Frieza realized that she was his fated mate. Even Frieza dared not come between mates.
As for Bulma, what kept her out of his harem was her ability to build anything and everything Frieza required. With her father's death she was the only one capable of such things and Frieza felt her skills were more useful then breaking her during a romp in the sheets.
Zarbon entered the room alone and hit the door. "Everything is set for tonight, remember to pack anything you want to take in one of those capsules you've been hiding from Frieza. You can put your whole lab in there and offer it all plus your skills to King Vegeta. And if that doesn't work, give him this," Zarbon handed her an envelope and continued, "this will definitely make him want to take you and your people in once you arrive on Vegetasei. Layla and I will stay here and continue to spy for you, we can communicate through the mirror/computer you created for us and since its two way and you have the other half no one will be able to intercept our communications. Plus there is no way they will figure out its communication code. Get some sleep; you'll need it for tonight. Here, pass these masks to your saved Saiyens hiding in your closet, this way they can get to the other Saiyen prisoners for you and meet you in the ship bay. Good thing you are the only one who knows how to turn the ship on, otherwise they may leave without you."
With that, Zarbon and Layla hugged Bulma wishing her luck then turned and left, leaving Bulma to finish her pack up both labs and set up enough decoy equipment for tonight. She then decided to take Zarbon's suggestion and nap since she had six hours to kill.
Six hours later
Bulma moved silently through the halls, carefully breathing through her mask as to avoid breathing in the sleeping gas she had put into the ventilation system to make doubly sure that everyone was asleep as she made her way to the "pretties" first.
The "pretties" were housed in one room that was lavishly decorated with red pillows filled with Getsity bird feathers, shag brown rugs and velvet furniture. It was the gaudiest room she had ever seen.
As expected, her sometimes assistant and childhood friend, ChiChi, was already there and had passed out masks to those who could be trusted. The rest were asleep and being put into cryogenic capsules for the trip to Vesetasei.
"You almost ready? I want to get out of here before Frieza has any chance of waking up." Bulma said nervously.
"Just about done. There. Ready ladies? Let's go. By the way I went to deliver some food to the Saiyen prisoners because we need them fed to get them out of here, the new one they brought in is super cute!" ChiChi replied.
Bulma shook her head as they exited the room and made their way to the docking bay where the ship was waiting for them. Leave it to ChiChi to notice if a prisoner was good looking or not.
They entered the docking bay to discover the Saiyens had looted a few things from Frieza including his prized Fluffernutter, a rare animal that looked like a cross between a poodle and a rabbit. One Saiyen seemed to be directing all of the others. Bulma could see why ChiChi thought her was cute as he was tall with spikey black hair that stuck out every which way and a handsome face but it didn't hold the same attraction for her.
She approached the obvious leader and said, " We are all here, lets get aboard so we can blow this joint. I don't like being here any longer than necessary. I'm Bulma." She felt a jab in her ribs from where ChiChi had just elbowed her, " and this is ChiChi."
"I'm Kakarot, we just finished loading, lead the way ladies." He said as they made there way on board the ship.
Once everyone was on board, Bulma sat in the pilot's seat and programed the coordinates for Vesetasei. She turned on the ship and blasted off with no trouble. She settled in for the ride. Once they were a little over four hours away Bulma activated phase two of her plan. She pressed a button on what appeared to be an old car door automatic unlocker.
Many miles away while Frieza and his men were sleeping their drugged sleep; there were a series of explosions. What was Bulma's old lab was now a giant hole in the ship. There were other giant holes in the "pretties" room, the holding cell where the prisoners were kept, the interrogation room/torture chamber, the kitchen, and the docking bay. What could be found in these rooms upon inspection were traces of asteroids dust common with holes acquired from asteroids. In reality, the dust was imitation dust, an invention of Bulma's, to make the bombs she had planted in each of these areas look like just the result of a meteor shower that the ship must have accidentally flown into during the night. With the holes in the ship the sleeping gas would also evaporate, leaving no trace that it had been there.
I would have posted this sooner but I was in a wedding this weekend.