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"Good morning, my darling," Zarbon greeted hugging Bulma from behind.

Bulma flinched at his touch. It was strange that when Vegeta acted the same way with her she felt safe, but when Zarbon did she felt nothing but fear. She had become more jumpy and tense around Zarbon and her father ever since she found out the truth. Bulma even felt safer around Nappa and Raditz who she barely knew, but feared the man who raised her. She didn't know what he would do to her if he found out she knew.

"Hello," she said meekly attempting to find her voice. Bulma mentally cursed herself for showing fear to the enemy. She was a prideful warrior, not a terrified female.

Zarbon sighed. "Please, don't fear me, Bulma," he pleaded while planting soft kisses on her temples and nuzzling into her neck. That didn't help Bulma relax much. He sighed again, this time in frustration. "Why do you fear me so much? We will soon be married."

Bulma forced herself to relax slightly. "I fear all of you," she admitted reluctantly. She was hoping that if she said that he'd let her go…she was wrong.

"Not the monkey," Zarbon retorted bitterly.

"Especially him," Bulma lied. It was obvious that Zarbon had seen her with Vegeta if he was acting this way regarding her Saiyan lover. She didn't want Zarbon to report back to her father that she had spending time with Vegeta, or he would definitely be suspicious. "But keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right?"

Zarbon was surprised, in a good way. He never thought the innocent Bulma would have the mental capacity to spy on the Saiyans. She was in fact a monkey herself, but he had to admit he was impressed with the turn of events. "Interesting," he whispered with a sick grin on his face. "Getting close to the monkeys using you innocence and natural charm…I like that idea."

Zarbon never saw her fist coming before he was on the ground gripping his now bruised jaw.

"I am more than a pretty face, Zarbon" Bulma said angrily. "Remember that."

Zarbon rubbed his jaw wondering how Bulma had gotten so strong when she had not been permitted to train and was wearing key restraints, but he shrugged it off along with her attitude. Bulma wasn't smart enough to sneak around, at least in his mind, and she would never find out about the ki restraints. He decided to get back to the task at hand and question her about his rival. "So have you learned anything from the fallen prince?"

Bulma refrained from glaring at him for his blatant disrespect and nodded. "He has told me he hates my father and wants to take him down, but has not yet said how he plans to do this."

So nothing useful, Zarbon thought, yet.

Zarbon nodded to Bulma. "Just be careful with that monkey. He can be very vicious. If he attempts to harm you in any way, you are to tell me or your father immediately. We'll make sure the problem…goes away."

Bulma glared at Zarbon's retreating form. You wish, asshole. Bulma then too retreated to her room to continue her training in secret. While the boys were gone, she still had to focus on getting herself stronger. She would need to be stronger, for her people and for her prince.

Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz were resting after fighting non-stop for a week. They knew they would be done much earlier than Frieza had predicted, so they could afford a break. The ice lizard had underestimated them yet again. They had already wiped out two-thirds of the population.

Vegeta had difficulty sleeping as he heard the snores of his two comrades. Purging had always been a de-stressor for Vegeta, but now he felt haunted by an unbelievable feeling of guilt. He had earlier been forced to kill someone that had looked so much like Bulma. She had been stronger than both Nappa and Raditz and he didn't have another choice; but seriously, how could a female of another species resemble Bulma so perfectly? This was messing with his head. For the first time since working for Frieza, he didn't want to complete the assignment, but in order to keep himself and the other three remaining Saiyans safe from Frieza's wrath, he had to. Even if he had to lie awake at night or live a life plagued with nightmares, he would suck it up and do what was best for his comrades and his future mate. He continued to remind himself that Bulma was safe on Frieza's ship, just as long as the tyrant did not find out about her treachery.

Frieza had not found out the truth. Instead, he was amused with what Zarbon had told him. So his daughter wanted to get in on the action of bringing down the monkeys. This was too perfect. Not only was she acting more like an Ice-jin now, but she would end up bringing down the Saiyan race, her true race, and Frieza couldn't wait to rub that in the fallen prince's face.

"Zarbon, bring Bulma here," Frieza ordered vehemently. "I have finally found a use for her."

A/N: This chapter was edited 12/9/2012