As for which form Frieza is in, he's in his fourth form. I've actually read a few places that his fourth form is his base form and the others are to suppress it. So, that being said, Frieza is going to be in that form for the duration of this story. The beginning of this chapter is a dark one but the mood lightens after the middle of the chapter.

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Disclaimer- I don't own DragonBall, DragonBall Z, DragonBall GT or anything else DragonBall related, Akira Toriyama does. I wish I could say that I did but I don't. *cries* I only own this story and my OC Ki'ilina.

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Bulma froze in place. She had been going into this without any thought at all, but now that she was here, she was about to meet Frieza. The self proclaimed ruler of the universe who had destroyed countless planets and billions of people. Frieza had caused so much pain and destruction. The tyrant had indirectly killed her parents but nonetheless was the reason for it. Bulma's hands clenched together. This was the being she'd sworn to Ki'ilina that they would all eliminate.

Frieza's chair slowly swiveled and faced Bulma. Frieza's skin was a pure, solid-white. There were purple sections on his head, shoulders, forearms, abdomen and shins. Frieza rose from the chair and stood before them. Bulma had to stifle a laugh and stop a tiny smile that almost formed on her lips; Frieza was shorter than she was. Bulma herself was five and a half feet, and Vegeta was slightly shorter than her. Of course, he'd never admit to that.

His tail lolled around behind him as he took in Bulma's appearance. His crimson eyes pierced through her azure ones. Bulma shivered and her body began to shake in fear. She had never been one to learn to fight, but her friends on Earth showed her how to detect ki. Bulma didn't need to try and sense Frieza's ki, it was that powerful. That plan of escaping she had…didn't seem to be possible now.

Frieza's eyes continued to roam over her body appreciatively. She wanted to give him a look of disgust, but she feared his response.

Frieza finally spoke in an eloquent voice, "So, Zarbon this is Dr. Briefs, I presume?"

Zarbon knelt to the ground on one knee respectfully. He kept his hold on Bulma while doing so. "Yes, Lord Frieza. This is she. Quite the specimen, isn't she?"

"Indeed, she is. A bit young though…don't you think?" He gazed at Bulma with scrutiny now.

"Yes, my lord. But she is a genius; I don't think that age would matter." Zarbon stood at his normal height again, pulling Bulma with him.

"How is my favorite prisoner, Zarbon?" Frieza's lips formed into a disturbing smile.

"He's doing no different than before. He still trains constantly, no change since we put her in the cell with him. They talk, but not much."

Bulma quietly listened to their conversation as they continued to talk.

My favorite prisoner? Trains constantly? Why does that sound like Veg- Oh…my god! Why would Frieza call Vegeta his favorite prisoner…is it because he gives Frieza trouble? Or is there some underlying reason? Either way Vegeta's got some explaining to do when I get back!

Bulma came out of her thoughts to see that Frieza and Zarbon had stopped talking and were both staring at her.

Frieza chuckled, "It seems she zoned out, Zarbon."

"Yes, my lord it appears she did. How silly of her." The green skinned alien smirked down at her.

"Well, I have no further need for you at this moment Zarbon. I must speak with Dr. Briefs in private and then I will have you take her back to her cell."

Zarbon nodded, "In about how long will you require me, my lord?"

"Not long, proving she is no trouble." Frieza replied simply, but Bulma knew there was a hidden meaning to that.

"Yes, sir. I shall return shortly." Zarbon turned and with a swish of the doors exited the room.

Bulma shuddered again. She was alone in a room with a malicious tyrant who cared of nothing but destroying people's lives. She mentally calmed herself. She must not lose her temper. Bulma was hot-headed and she never went down without a fight unless she knew it was not worth it. Here and now? Arguing was not worth it. No matter the satisfaction she got from showing up the dictator.

Frieza glanced at Bulma for what seemed like the longest time. She avoided his gaze but she knew it was upon her. The desire she had to be back in her cell with the arrogant prince was overwhelming. She just wanted to go back to sitting in her silence while Vegeta trained non-stop. She sighed lightly, the sooner she asked what he wanted the sooner she could more than likely leave.

Bulma lifted her head to Frieza and spoke confidently. "What is it that you wanted to speak about with me?"

Frieza frowned, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear a formal title in there. Are you talking to the ground or the windows?" He gave her a serious gaze even as he toyed with her.

Bulma's temper nearly flared to the surface. He was playing with her! Was he serious? This was ridiculous.

Bulma growled low and sucked up her pride, degrading herself to his stupid game, "My apologies, Lord Frieza."

The tyrant smirked seeing he won his way. He always won. "Much better, my dear. You were saying?"

"As I was saying, Lord Frieza…" She struggled to get the words off her tongue. "Why did you need to speak with me?"

Frieza turned on his heel and strode over to the large window in the room. He looked out at the empty space, his arms folded. "I have a need for new weapons, Dr. Briefs. It seems the ones that are currently constructed are not adequate enough and I require new ones."

Bulma's eyes narrowed, she didn't like where this was going. "What service can I give you, sir? I don't make weapons. I make capsules. They fit large things into smaller devices that you can carry around with ease."

"I am well aware of that, and being a scientist you can create things. I would like for you to design some things that assist my armies in battle."

"Assist in what way?"

Frieza's tail thumped on the floor as he was in thought. He faced her once more, and then quickly phased to her side. Bulma jumped in surprise, stepping back. Frieza was thoroughly enjoying her responses to him. Before she knew it, Frieza had bumped her into the wall with nowhere to go. Bulma trembled as she had absolutely no way of defending herself. She could feel his breath on her and his scent. She nearly hurled as it invaded her nostrils, it was worse than Vegeta's sweaty self. At least she had gotten used to that. Frieza had placed his palms on the walls on both sides of her. He leaned in close, breathing in her sweet scent. It was taking every inch of resistance in his body to not take her in this instant.

"I'll let you figure that one out." He sneered as he moved his head from her neck.

Bulma's eyes were filling with tears of fear. She couldn't let him see her tears. She refused. She pushed them back, shaking her head to clear her frightful thoughts.

"Where am I to construct the things you request of me, Lord Frieza?"

Frieza stared at her thoughtfully, "I will have Ki'ilina take you from your cell to the laboratory. You will work in there from nine to six and then you will return to your cell for the night. You will do this every day until I am satisfied. You start tomorrow. I expect fantastic work from you, Dr. Briefs."

Bulma nodded without a word as Frieza commanded Zarbon back into the room. Zarbon said nothing to Bulma as they walked to her cell. Bulma held herself protectively. First Zarbon had come on to her, and then Frieza took it one step further. She shuddered, remembering his icy touch. Bulma desperately wanted a shower to be rid of the feeling. It seemed like every male desired her. All of them except for Vegeta. She pondered for a moment over why. She decided she'd ask him among other things.

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Soon they arrived at cell 732 and Zarbon opened the door, shoving Bulma inside. To Bulma's and Vegeta's surprise, Zarbon stepped into the cell.

Vegeta momentarily stopped his training to question Zarbon, "Did you need something?"

Zarbon grinned wickedly, "Not really…just wondering why you haven't taken an interest in this gorgeous young lady."

He pulled Bulma close in a swift move. Bulma struggled in his grasp, kicking at him. Zarbon showed no signs of faltering, so Bulma resorted to biting his arm. "Ow! You little wench!" He yelled in shock.

Bulma continued to try and release herself, "Let me go!"

"Absolutely not. I've other plans."

Zarbon tightened his grip in one arm and used the other to snake around and grab one of Bulma's breasts roughly. He fondled her as she cried out in protest, her struggles increased from before. Bulma could feel his erection poking her in her back. She saw Vegeta standing, watching with no emotion. Zarbon continued his assault and tossed Bulma to the ground seconds later. She landed with a pained moan, falling into a crumpled heap.

"The rest of you will be mine, I guarantee it." Zarbon smirked and left the room.

Bulma lay on the floor in disbelief. Frieza had invaded her personal bubble, leading her to believe that fiasco was more than certainly not over, and now Zarbon groped her breasts in front of Vegeta. Speaking of Vegeta, that arrogant dick had just stood there while Zarbon assaulted her! The room was silent for a half hour before Bulma sat up.

"Are you alright?"

Bulma glared at Vegeta. He had just watched that go down and he had the audacity to ask if she was okay! Vegeta's face was still stoic.

"No I'm not fucking okay! I was just fucking groped by Zarbon! Do I look like I'm okay? What's more is that you just stood there while I was terrified out of my mind!"

Vegeta glared back at her, "And just what would you have liked me to do?"

"You could have stopped him! You could have fought him!"

"I could do nothing! Because in case you haven't noticed, Zarbon carries a baton on his waist. It's used for unruly prisoners. If it is used, it will knock you out for a day. If I get knocked out, that is a day not spent training! It's a day wasted!" He spat at her.

Bulma gaped at Vegeta. Was he serious? He would rather sit and watch her get raped to not lose a day of training?

"You're unbelievable!" Bulma shrieked.

"I'm getting out of here."

Bulma fumed as Vegeta began his training once more. Why were all the men on this stupid prison assholes?

Vegeta got down on the ground in the push-ups position. He started doing his endless push-ups while Bulma glared at him hatefully. Bulma quickly decided that her efforts disliking Vegeta were not well spent and thought of some designs for Frieza's army. She'd come up with a few ideas that she would plan out tomorrow. After another half hour, Vegeta interrupted her thoughts.

"Get on my back."

Bulma stared at him in alarm, "…what?"

"Get on my back." He repeated gruffly.

"Why…"

"Because your added weight will make it more difficult for me to do these."

For a second, Bulma was almost angry that he had talked about her weight, but she realized that was not what he meant. She slowly treaded over to Vegeta and stood before him.

"Well, are you going to do it or not? The faster you do it the stronger I get." He growled while still doing his exercises.

Bulma sighed and carefully stepped onto Vegeta's back, sitting on the center of it. Even as she was on his back, she saw it was no difference in difficulty to him. Every time Vegeta went up and down with his push-ups she felt his defined muscles move beneath her. "What do you mean 'the stronger I get?'"?

"My planet had a naturally higher gravity than Earth's and of this space station. To me, this is almost like walking on air."

Bulma put her finger to her jaw thoughtfully. "Higher gravity, huh?" A vision of her father's gravity simulator flashed into her mind, sparking an idea.

"What did Frieza want?" He said flatly.

"He wanted me to make new weaponry for his army. This is actually really good. My father had an invention that could make gravity more intense, but he could never complete it. If I can make a smaller device in the laboratory here…I could let you use it, since it seems to me that higher gravity makes you stronger."

Vegeta stopped his push-ups briefly as he took in this information. "If you can do it without getting caught, create this device as soon as possible." He then resumed his training.

"Sure thing." Bulma stared at the ceiling, looking into the space around them, thinking of ideas for the gravity device for Vegeta and what she would make for Frieza. Something caught her eye, in the corner of the room.

She glanced at it curiously. It was a bed. There in plain sight. It hadn't been there before.

"Vegeta why is there a bed in the room?"

"Frieza put it in here. He had guards place it inside while you were gone."

"But why?" She gently got off Vegeta's back and stepped over to it cautiously. It could be riddled with traps to kill them. She inspected it quietly.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Vegeta observed her poking around.

"How do you know? Did you already check it out?"

"It's not the first time I've seen Frieza do this."

Bulma furrowed her brows, "Huh? Vegeta exactly how long have you been here to know that?"

Vegeta sighed; he really did not like giving background stories. Especially not his. "I was eight when Frieza destroyed Vegeta-sei. Frieza always tells me he killed my father but I refuse to believe it. I know my father is alive. When I was a child, I was weak-minded and oblivious. Frieza thought it would do me some good, and enlisted me into his army where I was a diligent soldier for seven years. As all Saiyans do, I enjoyed killing. But to the extent that Frieza wanted was too much. I rebelled from his army when I was fifteen. Frieza was pissed of course, so he decided to place me here. I have been here for three years."

Bulma frowned. Vegeta's life was full of so much torture and turmoil. "Three years?"

"Three years. When I was first put into this cell, Frieza had a female prisoner situated with me. She was terrified of me, when I told her of my past. It irritated me to no end so I killed her. The next day, I had a new cell mate. This continued with each cell mate. She was annoying, she was useless, she was hideous, she obsessed over me. It was all the same, and they all died or were transferred to a different cell."

"How many cell mates have you had?"

"You are my twenty-first cell mate. You should be proud to have lasted this long. The past ones lasted hours. Some lasted a day. Others lasted a few days. One even managed to last a few months. Quite a feat it was but I realized she was a man in disguise."

"Wow…okay…well what's the deal with the bed though?" Bulma's curiosity was still pushing at the question at hand.

"I'm not sure myself, but I have this theory that Frieza thinks I will find one of them attractive, mate with her, and then collaborate with her to try and escape. I'm not positive. But knowing Frieza and his sick mind…" He trailed off.

"Have you tried that?"

Vegeta scowled, "Of course I have! Not the attractive or mating part, but the escaping yes. Like I said before some were useless or didn't have the heart to try. Frieza seems to think it is a game every time I try to escape."

"When was the last time you attempted escaping?"

"A few months."

"Well when I finish my device for you and you train some more, in about a few months we're getting out of here."

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Hours had passed and the guards eventually brought them their meals for dinner. Vegeta finished his speedily as usual, eyeing Bulma's. Bulma insisted that he have hers since he was clearly still hungry and he needed the energy for training. Vegeta declined saying that she would need it tomorrow for brain stimulation. Bulma reluctantly gave in and ate her slop.

Soon it was bed time and the question of who got the bed came to rise.

"Vegeta seriously, sleep on the bed. We can alternate. You use it one night and me the next."

"No."

"You've been sleeping on the ground for three years! Your back must be in terrible shape!"

"It's fine. Get on the bed and go to sleep."

"What if we shared the bed? You on one side me on the other?"

Vegeta's eyes nearly popped out of the sockets, "Absolutely not!"

Bulma was getting frustrated. Why wouldn't he sleep on the bed? Sure it wouldn't be comfortable if they both slept on it at the same time but what the hell? She knew she smelled but it wasn't nearly as bad as he did, or Frieza for that matter. Or maybe…

Bulma grinned slyly, "What? Have you never shared a bed with a woman before?"

Vegeta growled, "You are crossing dangerous territory, woman."

"Why? What's the matter? Don't want to talk about intimacy? I'm perfectly fine with it!"

"Yes, I have shared a bed with a woman. Now be quiet!"

Bulma smiled, satisfied with her answer and plopped onto the bed. "So then come join me. I'm not going to bite." She winked.

Vegeta decided that she would not stop until he sat on the bed with her. It was clear to him that she was not trying to initiate sexual interactions. Vegeta grunted, phasing onto the bed, shocking Bulma. Thinking of something, he got up from the bed again and pushed it against the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"You will sleep facing the wall. I will sleep facing the door. If Zarbon sneaks inside while we are asleep I want to be aware of it. He will have to reach over me to get to you. I will feel his ki and stop him."

Bulma smiled, he was trying to protect her. She didn't know what prompted this change in him but it nice to see another side of Vegeta.

Vegeta positioned himself on the bed again, slinking down to a sleeping pose. He had his back to Bulma. The funny looking belt that was wrapped around his waist was in clear view now, and Bulma was even more curious than before to find out about it. She reached out to touch it, but she realized Vegeta would probably get angry over her touching him. She opened her mouth to speak, but then also noticed Vegeta was already asleep. She peered over his shoulder to glance at his face. It was completely relaxed, no form or any kind of emotion on his face. Bulma smiled seeing his face in such a calm way, it was normally scrunched up in anger or concentrated on training.

Bulma lay down on the bed, facing the wall as Vegeta told her. Her back kept pushing against Vegeta's and it bothered her. She tried to push him closer to the edge and he grunted in his sleep. She looked over his shoulder again and noticed he was already as far as he could get without falling off the bed. Bulma moaned in annoyance and decided to let it be. She faced the wall again and lay there in silence. Moments later she found herself falling into a peaceful slumber.

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So, not gonna lie or brag but…I wrote this entire chapter today starting from when I woke up at 9am eastern time…and it is just past 1pm XD. Fastest chapter I've ever written! Did I portray Frieza right? I find it difficult to write about a sadistic tyrant…however I can write perfectly fine about an invincible murdering man (Michael Myers.) XD Let me know what you thought I love me some reviews! :)

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