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The wind blew softly on the planet as the passengers on the ship disembarked. Bulma looked around spotting ChiChi and Kakarot carrying some things off the ship. Those two were rarely out of one another's company and seemed to be hitting it off. She noticed that Kakarot looked at ChiChi like he looked at the Cocoa Cakes ChiChi had made to celebrate their escape, like he wanted to devour her. Bulma could not decide if that was a good thing or a bad one. ChiChi had suffered greatly at the hands of Frieza. Frankly, it was a miracle she was still alive. She was one of the older girls in the harem. She had about two or three years over Bulma's 24 years. How she had survived spoke of ChiChi's inner strength as only a truly strong willed person could have endured the seclusion and torture Frieza dished out to his "pretties". She just hoped the horrors all of the women had faced wouldn't haunt them permanently.
Just then, a man stepped forward so that all of the passengers on the ship could see him. "Ladies, if you'll follow me I can lead you to your rooms so you can freshen up before dinner. If you have any questions do not hesitate to ask any of the guards, they would die to protect you. At dinner, if you still have lingering questions, King Vegeta will answer them. Now, has the one know as The Tinker gotten off the ship yet, I don't see him and his majesty would like to speak with him in private."
All around the women started giggling at the mention of the Tinker, some were even laughing hysterically. As the man looked around, giving the women confused looks, Bulma took pity on him. She couldn't help it if not many people knew she was a female. She walked up to him.
"I am Bulma Briefs and I was Frieza's head scientist. My inventions have made it all around the universe under the name The Tinker. " Bulma said with pride in her voice at her own brilliance in creating so many great inventions. The man gave her a disbelieving look she didn't like so she proceeded to rip off the man's scouter, open it up, and start fiddling with it. Once done fixing it, she gave it back to the man. "There now it'll also act as a translator for any language that you may not know."
The man gaped at her for a moment, "Ms. Briefs, it is an honor, please come with me. It's not good to keep his majesty waiting."
Bulma and the man, who's name turned out to be Broli, entered what appeared to be a throne room. It was a stark room with little decoration save for the two thrones that sat at the center of a raised dais. The thrones were what appeared to be solid gold. They were made to look like they were made from tree branches and had what looked like gold leaves sticking out of them. Instead of being straight backed the seats were shaped like nests. One of the thrones was smaller and had what appeared to be an assortment of pillows in it. If the other had pillows, they were either very few or hidden by the man sitting in this throne.
The man was staring at Bulma, he had been from the moment she entered the throne room. He looked like a predator eyeing prey and she was the prey. Bulma felt a mix of fear and awe for the man. He was gorgeous, his hair was black and stood up like flames burning on a fire. His eyes were as black as the space itself. They were so dark in fact that it looked like he had no pupils. He had a chiseled jaw and a mouth that drew itself in a when he noticed her staring back at him.
Bulma felt herself blush, they way the man looked at her sent a thrill through her body. It made her feel things she had never felt before nor did she understand them and that terrified her. He was looking at her the way some of Frieza's men had, those bold enough to try anything, were quickly punished in front of her and she was punished for "making them want what is mine" Frieza would say. Frieza had never touched her that way, though he left her no doubt that when he decided he wanted her, he'd have her. This was another reason Bulma had been so eager to leave; Frieza had been hinting that he was ready for her to have her own "special" cherry party. She had been able to put him off for years by saying she needed to focus on her inventions and Frieza had believed her, as he valued what she made for him. However, the last few months she had noticed that Frieza seemed to no longer care that she was his master scientist. She was clued into this after one of his unfortunate henchmen hit on her in front of him. He made her watch as he slowly cut off parts of the man. He then made her sit on his lap at a feast later in the month. Slowly, he would find reasons to invade her personal space. What saved her from being raped, as she feared she was going to be, was that he liked playing this cat and mouse game with her. The thought of Frieza touching her made her feel sick to her stomach. So far, in her 24 years, the thought of anyone touching her like that left her feeling nauseous.
When she made eye contact with this man however and saw him eyeing her like so many others before, she did not feel the same disgust. A different emotion coursed through her, one that both excited and scared her. She did not understand what she was feeling and for the first time in her life Bulma was speechless.
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