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Merry Christmas…Happy Hanukah…Happy Kwanza…Happy Ramadan…Happy Whatever Holidays I Don't Know Of…and why am I saying all of these? It's quite simple. I don't like it when people say Happy Holidays ^_^ I like to include everyone in a way that makes them feel special, not some generic holiday greeting.
Also, I have a poll going on now about which story I should update first in the New Year. You get to vote for three so make them count ;) I'm kind of curious to see which one wins out so have fun with it. Thanks!
Ngoctrang: Yeah, more or less. Merry Christmas to you too :3
Animefreak653: Thanks for the tip…I can't whistle either XD
"Good luck to you both," Bulma said before giving Nappa and Raditz a hug. They smiled and left for the control room.
"Princess Bulma?" Bulma turned to see her instructor. He smirked at her. "You were my most difficult student yet," he told her, "and I'm glad you didn't pass."
Bulma smiled. Eventually her instructor found her charming in her own way and told her father that her attitude had finally been ideal, even though it truly wasn't. It was by his doing that this wedding was even happening and Bulma couldn't be more thankful. Part of her hoped that he would survive the blood bath that was about to take place, but she knew in her heart that that was just wishful thinking.
Bulma responded with a nod and entered the hall. She used to think the hall was beautiful when she was a little girl, but now it just seemed like a trap. What had happened the night before was much more beautiful than this farce of a bonding ceremony. Bulma shook her head as she remembered the way she grew up. How could her father's people celebrate such a forced union? The sound of a trumpet brought everyone to attention. The wedding was to begin in thirty minutes.
Vegeta groaned and strained to open his eyes. When he did, he was met by a bright light. He cringed at the intensity and cocked his head to the side. He knew that light; he'd seen it before. Vegeta scoffed when he realized that he was in the dungeon. He heard the sound of a trumpet blast signaling the time for his wedding. Turning his head toward the screen, he saw Bulma standing there searching for him. He was still too out of it to say anything though. That son of a bitch, he thought, knowing this was Frieza's doing.
Bulma looked confused when Frieza walked up to the front of the hall. Bulma gave her father a questioning look.
"Oh, I'm so sorry my dear," Frieza said with feigned disappointment, "but it doesn't look like Vegeta will be joining us. He's opted out."
"Bastard!" Vegeta was finally able to shout out, his voice ringing out and frightening the other prisoners in the other cells. In his anger, he momentarily forgot about the scouter meaning that he could not contact Bulma or the others at that moment.
Bulma glared at her father. She didn't believe him. "What did you do to him?" she accused in a venomous voice. Everyone looked at her in shock for accusing her father of something and for speaking with such malice. Frieza looked hurt by the accusation, but not as hurt when he heard her shout, "Tell me!"
"Why," Frieza asked in surprise, though it sounded more like sadness, "would you think I did anything to him?" He couldn't believe that his little girl was actually side against him with the monkey.
Because you would, Bulma thought silently.
"Where is he?" Bulma asked calmly covering her rage.
Frieza frowned and started his act. "My dear daughter, I am sorry. He has run."
Bulma knew that was a lie, especially when she sensed Vegeta's rage through their bond. She moved her hand to hold her marked shoulder.
"Don't listen to him," she heard his voice say over the invisible communicator as he finally remembered having it with him. "I'm in his accursed dungeon."
Bulma clenched her fists, marched off the platform, and started to leave the hall.
"Where are you going?" Frieza asked.
"I…I need to be alone, daddy," Bulma said sadly, pretending to believe his story. Frieza smirked at his supposed victory and the fact that whatever spell his daughter was under had been broken by his lie. It was time to rub it in the monkey's face that he would never be with the last female Saiyan in existence. His only consolation would be that he would be dead soon and wouldn't have to go on without her.
"Princess!" Nappa and Raditz exclaimed entering her room. They were aware of the situation and how their plans were now on hold.
"It's okay guys," Bulma said in a determined voice, ready to help her mate and take down her "father." "He messed with the wrong Saiyan. He should have never gone after my mate." She smirked before ending with, "I have a plan."
A/N: Sorry for the length again, though it's still longer than most chapters. I'm just trying to update everything before New Year's because of the poll going on. Thanks for reading :3
Edited on 2/23/2013