Ok. Damn it. I couldn't help it! Triple shot, NOT a double-shot. And next chapter starts the fun! Get ready for some serious smut, yall! R&R!

Ami was ridiculously paranoid after that, and immediately dug around in a closet the moment Nappa was gone, pulling out a black canvas duffel bag and stuffing it with extra scrubs and some emergency MREs just in case. She then stuck a huge dose of sedative in her pocket… just in case, she told herself. Better to have it and not need it than the reverse. "There," she sighed. "That's the best you can do for now."

She saw the rest of her patients like normal that day, performing physicals and patching up minor injuries. Everything seemed fairly normal to her until just after supper, at which point a guard brought her a prisoner for a physical. "But… he's not due for one," Ami muttered as she regarded his chart and shoved her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose. "Sorry, but you're not due for another five months," she stated firmly when the man dressed in a prison uniform walked through the door.

It was an inmate from cellblock D, she realized. A little shiver ran up her spine as he regarded her with a leer, and she immediately opened the door to yank the guard back in… only to find that he wasn't there.

Schooling her features, Ami seemed perfectly calm as she turned to find the inmate directly behind her, and shoved her hands in her lab coat pockets with a sigh of exasperation. "Don't invade my personal space, please," she said primly. "I suppose I could go ahead and do your workup if the guards are dumb enough not to check the paperwork first. Go ahead and strip down and cover up with the sheet on the table," she instructed firmly.

"In a hurry to get me naked, Doc?" The inmate snickered.

Ami just looked him up and down and gave him the same unimpressed look she gave all the other prisoners. "Sure. And in a hurry to get in your ass up to my elbow," she replied blandly. She caught a hint of utter hatred in the inmate's eyes and was ready for it when he moved, grateful that he'd snagged her right arm and not her left… because her left was already moving, having uncapped the needle in her pocket before she'd even turned back around to face him.

She watched him drop like a sack of rocks, his eyes wide in surprise for several full seconds after she'd pumped the sedative right into his chest, and she briefly wondered if such a dose would kill him after being administered so close to the heart.

"Who cares," she realized aloud as she rushed to the phone and dialed the warden. "W—Warden…? I… I um… I have a bit of a problem," she whispered into the phone, knowing that Lord Frieza had answered by the way it had stopped ringing.

"And that is…?" He asked silkily.

"An inmate on my floor… he… he tried to…" Ami trembled at that and fought back tears. "I… I had a shot in my pocket and… and I used it… it was inmate eighteen," she added hurriedly as she dug in the cabinet and snagged another pre-filled syringe and shoved it in her pocket… just in case.

"Are there any guards around?"

"No," Ami whispered.

"I'm sending one of my personal guards right now, Doctor. He'll be there shortly."

"N—No, the… the guards…" Gods, she felt light-headed and she checked her own pulse; it was fast as hell and a little thready. This was what happened before someone fainted, she realized with a silent whimper. "They've been bribed," she managed breathily. "Eighty-eight told me that this morning, Lord Frieza."

"Get somewhere safe," Frieza said firmly. "I don't care where it is, just get there and stay put. I'll handle this personally, Doctor Mizuno."

"Thank you, warden," Ami whispered before hanging up the phone and ransacking the cabinet for several more shots and a bottle of pain killers. Just in case. As an afterthought, she used her keys to unlock a box hidden in the very back of the cabinet and grabbed another set of keys, jamming them down into her scrub pocket. She'd put them all back when this was over.

Then it was out the locked side door and down the corridor towards the psych ward; she realized with some hilarity that she was running straight to Nappa and Vegeta's cell, but it was the only safe place she could think of right then and nothing and no one was going to stop her until she arrived.

"Ok, maybe one thing," she said under her breath as three guards approached her and her intuition screamed that they were out to hurt her. Go with your gut, that's what Nappa said. "Out of my way," she snapped with authority when they moved to block her path. "I'm meeting Lord Frieza; he's already waiting for me in cellblock E."

"For what, might I ask, Doc?" One of the guards asked, taking a step towards her. He towered over her, but Ami wasn't intimidated as she glared up at him and fingered a shot in her pocket. "Follow me and find out," she said simply, shooing at them to move. Surprisingly enough, they did… but Ami didn't remove her hand from her pocket as she refused to look over her shoulder. She could hear them walking behind her, muttering amongst themselves too quietly for her to make out their words, but they were keeping a safe distance.

Soon enough she was through the psych ward and into cellblock E, but when it was obvious that Frieza wasn't waiting, one of the guards stopped her. "He must have stepped out," she said simply. "We were meeting to talk with one of the inmates about something important." She started walking again, pouring every ounce of authority into her stride that she could, and soon came to Nappa and Vegeta's cell. "Eighty-eight, eighty-seven," she said calmly. "I'd like to speak with you if you'd forgive the late interruption. Lord Frieza will be here any moment as well."

Nappa was immediately climbing out of his bunk shirtless, and came to stand in front of the bars. He eyed the guards behind her suspiciously, and when the little doctor discreetly gave him a panicked look, he turned his head and yelled down the hall. "Hey! Zarbon! Why don't you relieve these screws in guarding the doc and let them get back to the psych ward? They look like they've got better things to do!"

Another guard came out of nowhere, and Ami felt relief flooding her at the guard's reassuring smile. "I'll take it from here, guys. Thanks for watching out for her, Lord Frieza will hear about it once he arrives."

Apparently he'd heard everything, and Ami felt like sinking to her knees and thanking the gods when the three psych ward guards left the way they'd came, but not without giving her a dirty look first. "Thank you," she whispered as she fumbled with the keys in her scrub pockets and shoved the one labeled 'E' in the lock.

"Whoa… Doc, what are you doing!?" Zarbon hissed out.

Ami stepped into the cell and immediately removed her keys and shoved the bars back down the track, shutting her in with Vegeta and Nappa. "Lord Frieza told me to go somewhere safe," she said flatly. "I… I may have killed an inmate from D… h—he was going to hurt me and I pumped him full of sedative. The guard that left him with me alone must have been paid off. The warden said he didn't care where I went, so long as I felt safe."

"Doc, are you alright?" Nappa asked quickly, immediately turning her to inspect her from head-to-toe with only his eyes.

"Yes," she replied shakily, "thank you. I'm sorry for imposing, Nappa… I… I know this is a major invasion of your personal space."

"Doc, the day I mind having a gorgeous woman in my cell is the day I've gone insane," Nappa snorted, guiding her over to his bunk. "Sit down and stop that shaking. Vegeta, hand me the bottle."

"I should report that contraband," Zarbon muttered as the prince wordlessly handed down a bottle of clear liquor, not once taking his eyes from his reading.

"But you won't," Nappa chuckled, "since we pay you better than the boys in D pay their own guards."

"Aaaah, that's true," Zarbon chuckled. "You ok in here by yourself, Doc?" He asked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "I'll go call Lord Frieza and let him know where you're at, if you want."

"Thank you, Zarbon," Ami replied as Nappa handed her the bottle and he wrapped his own blanket around her shoulders. "I know I can trust Nappa, I'll be just fine."

Nappa puffed up a bit at those words and couldn't help but beam happily, especially when she didn't protest his hand sliding soothingly up and down her back. "Drink, Doc. Not a ton, that stuff's pretty—" He cackled when she took a gulp before he'd even finished and she immediately sprayed it across the cell, coughing, choking and gasping for air.

"What—what is this stuff!? Straight alcohol!? Dear gods, Nappa!"

"Usually we dilute it with something else, but I thought one swallow might help you out," he snorted. "Just plug your nose and swallow, woman."

Ami did as she was told and took the bottle of soft drink he offered next to chase the shot of liquor. "Ugh… I'm never drinking that again," she sputtered. "The hell is it, anyway?"

"Prison hooch," Vegeta replied from above them, reaching down for the bottle. He took it and stashed it again before chuckling into his book. "If we're going to bother distilling liquor, we're going to get it as potent as possible."

"Gods… it's already kicking in," she muttered, suddenly feeling a lot less terrified about everything that had happened that evening as she leaned against Nappa, only to sit up straight a moment later when she realized not only what she was doing… but the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Um… uh… sorry."

"You're not bothering me at all, Doc," Nappa said with a little shrug, resuming the slow, soothing motions of his hand up and down her back. Gods, he was going to sleep good tonight with the Doc's scent soaked into his blanket; wrapping it around her had been a stroke of genius!

"Lord Frieza's dealing with something, and he said he would be at least an hour… Doc, he wanted to know if you want an escort to his private office to wait?" Zarbon didn't miss the way Nappa was baring his teeth in a silent snarl at him and wondered if the rumors about Nappa and the Doc were true. But after another careful study of the scared, trembling woman on Nappa's bunk, he decided that if they were true, it was only one-sided. The Doc clearly didn't know about Nappa's feelings for her if the Saiyan even had them… but it was sure looking that way with every second that passed. Zarbon's experience told him that the way Nappa's tail was looped across her back and then around her upper arm was something rarely did with anyone but mates… or potential mates anyway. Something going on? He asked with his ki.

Unable to flare his own in response due to the ki cuff on his wrist, Nappa just shook his head slightly and gave a dramatic-looking silent sigh.

Alright, so it was one-sided. That was a relief, at least. The last thing Zarbon needed was the sounds of those two making out ringing through the corridors. He looked at his watch, then back up at all the prisoners watching through their cell bars, stupid grins on every single one of their faces. Well then… apparently Nappa's fondness for blue hair was well-known throughout the cellblock. "Alright, lights out!" Zarbon snapped.

The cellblock immediately went dark except for the corridor light, and Ami jumped in surprise at how dark it actually was inside of the cells. And was Nappa… purring? "Cut that out," she huffed primly, thumping his chest.

"Sorry Doc."

"Hey, if she's not interested in you, Nappa, you can pass her up to me," Vegeta chuckled good-naturedly. "I'll be more than happy to keep her warm."

"Shut up, Vegeta!" Nappa growled, punching him in the back through the mattress. "M'yo," he snarled in Saiyan, knowing the Doc wouldn't understand.

Ami surprised both of them by smirking up towards the prince. "Go right ahead, Vegeta…" She paused just long enough to feel tense up beside her and hear a few whistles from nearby. "I have another shot in my pocket and I'm not above jamming it right up your ass," she finished sweetly.

Vegeta wasn't fazed in the least, even by Nappa's laughter and the taunts from the cells nearby. "Hm… kinky, Doc. I'll definitely have to keep that in mind," he replied smoothly.

"You could shove it right up through the mattress, baby," Nappa suggested into her hair, where he was drawing in her scent.

"Nappa?" Ami breathed so softly that she knew only him and maybe Vegeta could hear her. "What are you doing?" She was suddenly very aware of his breath ghosting onto her neck, the comforting warmth of his hand on her back and the tail that was looped around her arm… which was a sign of deep affection and absolute trust among his people.

"Sorry," he replied just as quietly, his mouth at her ear making her shiver. "Having a woman in my bed, it's… it's setting off my beast. That's all. I won't do anything, though. You know that. Why is Frieza taking so long to get here?"

Emboldened and relaxed by the liquor, Ami just nodded, and shivered again when she felt his lips press briefly to her temple. Why did she feel so utterly safe and warm with him? He was a friend, yeah… at least as close to a friend as she'd ever get with an inmate, but still… letting him get this close was a very bad idea, and her reputation was definitely going to suffer for it. Fuck it, Nappa was being quite the accommodating gentleman—Vegeta too, now that she thought about it—so let everyone say whatever they wanted. She was safe with him and that's all that mattered. "He told me to go to his office at first and stay with his guards… I informed him that those guards are compromised. He said he'll deal with it before he comes up here for me."

Vegeta's head immediately appeared over the side of the bunk and he held his fingers to his lips. "Keep that information to yourself, woman," he advised before returning to his reading; even in the dark, his Saiyan eyes allowed him to see the tiny print in the book.

"Huh?"

"Vegeta means that if anyone else finds out that Frieza's killed off his own guards, they'll know that he's unprotected," Nappa whispered in her ear. "So don't tell anyone else about it. It'll start a riot for sure."

"Oh… oh shit. That's… that's not good. Surely the inmates in D will know by morning that those guards are gone if…"

"Vegeta, the Doc has a good point," Nappa rumbled softly.

Ami blinked when they switched to speaking in Saiyan for a few minutes, but when she opened her mouth to interject and ask what they were saying, she felt Nappa kiss her temple again and hug her close. Oh… oh wow… that… that felt nice.

Knowing that she was sufficiently distracted, Nappa continued his conversation with Vegeta about their planned escape as he purred so softly that only Ami could hear it, his fingers running slowly through her hair as his tail slipped under the blanket and caressed up and down her spine. Then he was arguing with Vegeta about whether or not they would take the Doc along, and Nappa snarled up at his prince. "Vegeta, I've never asked you for anything in the last thirty years. I've served you loyally and without question. But if you leave my mate here, consider us to be over," he snapped out in his native tongue.

Vegeta fell silent then and finally sighed. "I'll think about it," he finally muttered. "Enjoy your mate while she's in here. And Doc," he added in the common tongue, "it would be polite to offer Nappa some compensation for his protection. What he's doing for you is not a common occurrence."

Ami stiffened at that, but only trembled for a moment when she felt Nappa's lips ghosting over the back of her neck. "Don't listen to him, Doc. You don't owe me a thing," he whispered as he continued to slowly, gently drag his mouth over her creamy skin. "This is more than enough," he breathed in her ear, his voice so low that not even Vegeta could hear him. "Just holding a woman is adequate compensation."

Ami sagged in relief at that; thank the gods, for a moment there, she'd thought he wanted her. But no, it was only the fact that she was female and in his bed that had him acting so amorous. "Vegeta's right about payment, though," she said softly, and she rolled her eyes when she felt the prince shift on the bed and he looked over the edge to grin and link at her lecherously. "Here," she offered, opening the bottle in her pocket.

Nappa was surprised to feel her pressing pills into his hand and tried to give them back. "No, Doc. I'm no junkie."

"I thought you could use them as currency," she snorted. "Take them, Nappa. I'm sure they're worth a lot in here. You too, Vegeta," she added, handing him some pain killers. The prince immediately took them from her and gave her a happy grin.

"Thanks, Doc. Now I can buy some books I've been wanting. You're right, you know. These prison pain killers are worth their weight in gold. What are you gonna buy, Nappa?"

"Got everything I need in this cell," he replied cryptically, but he stashed the pills in his pillowcase anyway, not wanting to insult the Doc by turning down her offer. "Come on, Doc. Lie down and get some rest. I'm sure you're feeling sleepy from that prison hooch."

In truth, she was, and she didn't protest when Nappa tugged her down and tightly to him so that they'd both fit on the narrow cot. The blanket was pulled from her shoulders to cover the both of them and she blushed in the dark as he sighed happily and kissed her forehead, his purr starting up loudly.

Loud enough for everyone to hear, at that.

"Wooo! I hear someone purring!" An accented voice shouted from the next cell over. "Go Nappa!"

"Is Nappa making sweet, passionate love to that doctor lady!?" Another voice chimed in from further down the cell block.

"I believe he is, mate!" The first voice replied with a loud laugh. "I can't hear anything else over that loud-ass purr of his, though!"

"JEICE, GULDO! SHUT YOUR PIE HOLES!" Vegeta yelled. "Sweet gods above, they're just fucking sleeping! Trust me, if there's any fucking going on in here, you'll hear me purring, too!"

"Why, Vegeta!?" Jeice asked with a snicker. "Do you get turned on by the sound of Nappa getting some ass?"

"NO, YOU CRETON! I'D BE JOINING IN!"

Blushing to her toes, Ami swallowed and lost her temper a little bit. "Will you ALL shut the hell up!?" She snapped. "I'm trying to sleep!"

Surprisingly enough, silence fell, and Nappa chuckled into her hair. "They know better than to talk back when a woman gets that tone. Well, at least the guys in E do. And Vegeta? Like hell you'd be joining in," he snorted.

"Damn right I wouldn't be," the prince answered smoothly. "The last thing I want to see is your dick, Nappa. I cross swords with no man."

"Really, Vegeta? Because I'd wondered, you know."

"Ooooooo! The Doc burned you good, Vegeta!"

"SHUT UP, JEICE!"

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"Comfortable, Doctor Mizuno?"

Nappa woke at that and blinked sleepily up through the bars to see Frieza standing there with an amused little smile on his face. Other than that, the warden looked beat to hell; apparently his guards had put up one hell of a fight. Tightening his tail around the Doc's waist, Nappa couldn't help but bare his teeth at the white and purple alien. "She's out cold."

"I can see that, eighty-eight. Wake her up and I'll take her back to her quarters." Frieza lifted one perfectly manicured eyebrow when Nappa hesitated and he saw his arm also tighten around the tiny women snuggled tightly into his chest. "Inmate… did you feel the pull for the doctor?" He whispered softly, keeping his voice as quiet as possible.

"No… of course not," Nappa lied, but his eyes totally gave him away. He'd always sucked at lying.

"Dear gods… makes sense now, why you're coming up injured so often. Give her over, eighty-eight. I'll make sure she's kept safe. But don't think for a moment that I'll let you claim an employee." When Nappa just glared at him, Frieza smiled coldly. "Wake her up, inmate. Or I'll tell her and transfer your charts over to the other doctor."

That had Nappa growling softly, but he did as he was told and bent his head to the Doc's kissing her forehead and running his fingers through her hair tenderly to wake her. "The warden's here, Doc. Wake up."

"Mmm?" Ami had a hard time coming up out of her deep slumber; she'd been lulled to sleep by his purr the moment the inmates had stopped teasing Vegeta, and his scent was so soothing and warm that she her body wanted nothing more than to sag back into his arms and pass out.

"Warden's here, Doc. Unless you'd rather stay on the block with a bunch of mouthy, horny prisoners," he chuckled as he pushed her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose.

Slowly coming around, Ami blushed brightly when she saw Lord Frieza smirking at her through the bars and he waggled his fingers at her in greeting. "Oh shit," she gasped, immediately sliding out of Nappa's bunk and onto her feet, ignoring how cheated she suddenly felt by the lack of his body beside hers. "Warden, I'm sorry for what must look awfully bad," she said hurriedly as she tugged on her discarded lab coat. "I was given something to calm my nerves and I dozed off."

"Completely understandable, Doctor. Especially since I'm five hours late in retrieving you. I also require some antiseptic and some burn ointment once we return to the infirmary."

Ami let herself out with her set of emergency master keys and slid the door shut behind her, but turned to find Nappa watching her, his eyes intense and glittering in the dark. "Thank you, Nappa," she whispered through the bars. "I can't thank you enough for letting me into your cell and keeping me safe. You too, Vegeta."

"Welcome, Doc," Vegeta mumbled, half asleep.

"Doc, if anything happens…" Nappa said softly. "Anything at all. You understand me?"

"Of course, Nappa. I'll come straight to E block. Thank you." Ami gasped and Frieza tensed when Nappa suddenly grabbed her hand through the bars, but he only squeezed it and then raised it to his lips. "I'll see if I can't convince a guard to escort me up later to check on you."

"I… uh, thank you," Ami whispered, bright red as he released her hand.

Once they were out of earshot, Frieza eyed her curiously. "That one has a major crush on you, Doctor. I would tread very carefully. Should I transfer his charts to Doctor Anderson?"

Ami blinked and shook her head. "No, warden, but thank you for your concern. Nappa is just a… friend. A good friend, it seems. Excuse his behavior, he explained earlier that his beast was coming out in reaction to having a female in his bed. That's all that was."

"Whatever you say, Doctor," Frieza chuckled. "I'll ensure a very large breakfast for all of E block, as well. I can't believe they actually let you sleep and didn't keep you awake all night with cat calls and the sounds of them jacking off through the bars."

Ami actually laughed at that and grinned up at him. "No, that would have been D block, warden. The men in E seem to be far more intelligent and civilized. They joked a bit and poked fun at Nappa and Vegeta… fairly vulgarly, I may add. But that was it, and when I asked them to shut up, they did."

"Most of them are ki warriors that opposed the Planetary Trade. D is reserved for the basest of criminals," Frieza explained. "But don't get too comfortable, Doctor. There is likely going to be a riot this evening, so be prepared to evacuate. You have my permission to keep those keys on hand, however, just in case you can't make it out in time."

"I already have a bag packed, warden. Permission to pack the medical supplies up as well?" Ami asked worriedly.

"Of course."

Opening the door to the infirmary, Ami stopped and turned to study him closely. "Warden…? Forgive the impertinence, but… word has it amongst everyone that you're a bit of a…" She stopped then and tried to think of an appropriate word that wouldn't seem so insulting.

"A dick? A hardass? A douchebag? Trust me Doctor, I've heard them all," Frieza chuckled silkily. "And every one of those is true."

"Then… why are you nice to me?" Ami wondered aloud.

"I have a soft spot for the fairer sex," Frieza admitted with a soft caress to her jawline. "Don't worry, Doctor, I have no intentions of taking you to my bed. I just like women, that's all."

"Oh… that's uh… thank you?" Ami managed in a squeaky voice.

Frieza laughed at that and pointed to the door. "Pack up and get some rest, Doctor. It's going to be a long, long day."

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