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And I'm back. Finals are now over and I am finally getting the two chapters I wrote in my journal typed up. I'll get the second chapter posted ASAP. Thanks for your patience :D

Star870: Sorry for the length. It was actually longer than most of the chapters. I just wanted to get a chapter out during one of my study breaks.

Animefreak653: Huh? Lol

SaiyanQueen0522: Haha, well aw, thanks. Glad you liked it. :D

Bulma awoke to the artificial sunlight of the ship. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the light. Today is the day, she thought as she moved out of bed.

She took a quick shower and did her hair. Her hair was in a loose bun with a few strands framing her face. Looking at herself in the mirror, she ran her fingers over the mark that Vegeta had given her the night before.

She mentally scolded herself. There was no time to think about that now. A battle was about to begin and she needed to be ready. Before putting on the traditional dress of the Ice-jins, Bulma put on the light, but durable armor Vegeta had gotten for her. When she saw herself in the mirror, she smiled at what she saw, a Saiyan ready for battle, tail free. It was then she knew; this was who she was supposed to be.

A knock on her door brought her out of her reverie. Who could that be?

Bulma opened the door and smiled when she saw it was Nappa and Raditz. She motioned for them to enter her room. After shutting the door, she turned to face them and found them kneeling before her.

"Princess," they both said respectfully.

"Um, guys, you don't have to bow," Bulma told them. "I've gotten that enough in my life. Plus, you're my friends."

"Yes, but you are Prince Vegeta's mate," Nappa explained as they stood up straight. "It is our duty and great honor to protect and follow the royal family."

"We have just come from Prince Vegeta's quarters," Raditz said getting to the point, but still being respectful. "He said you have something for us."

Bulma grinned. "Yes, new and improved scouters with the invisibility so we can get away with wearing them during the ceremony. It is not linked to any of my father's mainframes so we can communicate with one another."

Both Nappa and Raditz looked confused. "If they aren't connected to Frieza's mainframe, where are we getting the signal?"

"I created our own mainframe and installed the software in each of the escape pods."

"Impressive," they both replied.

The three of them put on their scouters and activated the cloaking mechanism. Nappa turned to Bulma and smirked at her.

"Now, princess," he said teasingly, "allow us to escort you to the hall for the ceremony."

Bulma chuckled. "Oh, fine," she replied. "Thank you."

Vegeta stood in front of the mirror, adorning himself with his armor. After he finished putting on his breastplate, he picked up his scouter. Staring into the mirror, seemingly emotionless, he put in on and activated the cloaking device.

He heard a knock on the door, but didn't move to answer it. He already knew who it was.

"Hello, Vegeta," Frieza said, letting himself into the room. Vegeta cringed at the sound of his voice. Something was up. One question went through Vegeta's mind. What did he want?

Frieza took out some glasses from Vegeta's cabinet in the miniature kitchen. Vegeta watched him carefully with the aid of his mirror. Even he would never fully turn his back on an enemy. He watched the tyrant take out some wine that Vegeta had left and pour it into the glasses. Frieza smirked knowing Vegeta was watching and cleverly added something to one of the glasses without catching the Saiyan's attention.

Frieza placed the glasses on the table and sat down. He motioned for Vegeta to join him. He reluctantly sat down. He wouldn't cause any trouble between himself and the tyrant, not yet anyway.

"It is hard to believe that in a few hours you will be part of my clan," Frieza stated before sipping his wine. "This changes nothing, as I'm sure you agree."

Vegeta nodded. "I still hate you," he admitted taking hold of his glass, staring at its contents.

Frieza smirked. "The feeling is mutual, but for today, let's be civil, hm? For Bulma." Vegeta nodded in agreement, although he would not be keeping in that promise for long. Little did he know, Frieza wouldn't be keeping it either.

"A toast," Frieza said raising his glass. "To our common interest."

Vegeta took a sip from his glass along with Frieza. Frieza finished his wine quickly and stood from the table. Vegeta did not drink anymore of the wine, not trusting the tyrant fully and not wanting to obscure his senses for battle.

"I will be seeing you soon." Something about the way he said it made Vegeta feel uneasy. Frieza smirked and left Vegeta to finish getting ready. Now Vegeta felt slight anxiety and he did not like it. He took a couple more sips of wine to calm his nerves that only Frieza could bring out and then dumped the rest. He knew he needed to be sober for the upcoming battle.

He finished getting ready and was about to leave the room when he started feeling dizzy. He held onto the door frame with his right hand, gripping his head with his left. What the hell is…? He stopped his questions and licked his lips. The taste confirmed his suspicions. Drugged, he concluded. He didn't know how he couldn't taste or smell it a second ago.

He fell to his knees, beginning to lose consciousness. Then he hit the ground with a thud which could be heard from outside the room. Frieza entered the room when he heard the Saiyan hit the floor. "Well, I did promise him that I'd see him soon," he said chuckling. After lifting the unconscious Saiyan off the floor by the hair, he dragged him off to the lower level of the ship, the dungeon.

Edited on 2/22/2013