Hello again all. I know it's been a while and I am sorry for the wait, but now I am starting to understand why other authors don't update chapters as often as us readers would like.

I want to thank everyone who reviewed this story so far and for sticking with the story.

I just want to say that this was a very challenging chapter for me. For those of you who don't already know, I am NOT a writer. At least I don't consider myself to be one since this is the first and only thing that I have ever written. ImaginaryInk helped me out a lot, because she is just awesome.

Just a reminder of the timeline, in case you forgot this takes place right after Vegeta has his flashback about meeting and joining forces with Frieza. The year is 1955. Vegeta is 30 years old.

P.S. This chapter is called There's Something About Mary, has anyone ever seen that movie?

Anyway…Enjoy!

There's Something About Mary

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

Vegeta was brought out of the thoughts about his past when he heard the knocking on his door. He stood up slowly stretching as he did so, popping all the kinks out of his joints from his sleep. He gradually approached the door already knowing who it was as he padded across the Persian rug in his condominium, relishing in the soft feel of the fabric against the bottom of his feet. One thing Frieza definitely did not lie about, was the life of luxury that Vegeta was sure to have when he joined him.

Vegeta's condo was, in one word…lavish.

His condo was on the thirty sixth floor and was made up of four massive bedrooms, a large kitchen, two bathrooms and a parlor. His own room being the biggest had a walk-in closet full of black on black suits, shoes and shirts. The closet was a perfectly square-shaped room with all black interior wooding. His shirts were color coordinately hung on the top right side of the closet; the shirt colors ranging from white, to light gray, to dark gray, to navy blue, to black. Beneath his shirts were his shoes and some of his sneakers. On the opposite side of the closet on the bottom section, were his dress pants, sweatpants and jeans and on the top were his suit jackets. To the far back portion of the closet were a series of shelves filled with all of his accessories ranging from belts, to ties, to cuff links and some jewelry.

He had a bathroom in his bedroom that would put even a King's personal bathroom to shame. It had an opulent setting with a white color scheme, representing purity and innocence which is the complete opposite of who he truly was. It had a large floor to ceiling window that revealed glimpses of the busy streets of the Chicago city and its skyscrapers up ahead. The glossy, pearly, white tiles with a beautiful luxurious bathtub centered in the middle of his bathroom, making it center stage, and giving the bathroom a royal feel to it.

Above the double sink was a spanning mirror that was stacked against the wall, to reflect his image or, as Vegeta would sometimes believe, reflect his life. The bathroom also had a strategically placed fireplace, complemented by the portrait of a beautiful woman right above it, while the fire burning beneath her, represented her smoldering appeal; along with the majestic chandelier above for the bathroom's finishing touch.

He had a huge all white kitchen that he never used since he seldom cooked, which had a large balcony that overlooked the Chicago River. Through the kitchen was Vegeta's parlor which had a mini bar toward the back center, with an enormous portrait of an unknown woman, whom his interior designer thought would complement his condo giving it more of a bachelor pad feel to it. In the center of the parlor was a white bear rug which was graced with black Italian leather furniture upon it and a miniature all glass center table.

Vegeta finally reached the door and opened it revealing his employees Nappa and Raditz. It wasn't long after Frieza recruited Vegeta into his Mob, that he left Vegeta in charge of the money laundering and drug trafficking, seeing as he was a natural once he got the hang of it. A few years after being hired by Frieza, when Vegeta learned the ropes enough to venture out on his own, he recruited his own people to assist him on his jobs. Together they were known as The Saiyans. The name was inspired by a show or a movie called Dragon…something, he couldn't recall but the name stuck with him.

"Morning, Boss." Raditz was the first to say as he stepped into Vegeta's condo. Nappa followed suit giving Vegeta a head nod as his greeting before stepping inside.

"Hnn." Was Vegeta's response as he grunted his greeting to both men, him not being much of a talkative person in the morning.

"So Boss, what's on the agenda for today?" Asked Raditz, always ever so eager to do a job.

"The Carlito deal goes down today at the warehouse on Fifth." Vegeta stated.

"So what's the plan?" Nappa questioned.

"We meet up at noon. I'll conduct the exchange and you two wait for my signal. I told him that I was coming alone so he won't be expecting either you." Vegeta explained.

"Of course if he was smart then he would know that I never travel alone. I don't trust this guy. Something tells me that he'll watch me count the money while his goons test the Coke. Then he'll pretend that we've been caught by the 'imaginary feds' that will supposedly be outside watching the entire exchange. And then an all-out shooting match will ensue. As we are, or should I say as I am shooting and trying to haul ass outta there so that I don't get caught or worse shot dead, he and his goons will take the money and the Coke, leaving me completely empty handed." Vegeta shook his head as he chuckled imagining the entire exchange in his head.

Carlito was a smart man, but the goons he hired were about as smart as a two year old. They either had no experience or were so paranoid about getting busted or dying that they would fuck up the whole exchange. That's why Carlito always had new henchman at every exchange.

It made things easier because the newbees didn't know The Saiyans or how they operated, making it easy for them to do their sneak attacks. Though it also made things a little more complex because The Saiyans didn't know who the newbees were, giving their predictions about the exchange a minor chance of being inaccurate.

"I'm going to hop in the shower. You two get some breakfast, don't need your stomach's rumbling on the job and blowing your cover." Vegeta ordered knowing how his men usually fucked things up on empty stomachs.

"Sure thing boss. I'm starving." Raditz preached as he stood up and patted his belly for emphasis.

"Want anything?" He asked his boss before exiting the condo with Nappa.

"Steak and eggs with a side of bacon. And I like my steak medium rare." Vegeta gruffly added.

"No problem." Raditz chuckled as the two Saiyans made their way out.

Two Hours Later at the Warehouse . . .

"I love doing business with you Carlito," Vegeta said as he pulled out a pair of black gloves from his pockets. "You're always punctual," he puts on one glove and nodded to his two men to back away into the shadows, "Always a good paymaster," he puts on the other. One thing Vegeta never did was get his hands dirty. His gloves were symbolic in that way which is why he never worked without them.

"I am surprised though, I must admit. I figured you'd have one of your goons handle this job. Not used to seeing you get your own hands dirty." Vegeta asserted, stuffing his hands into his pockets while staring at Carlito with a crooked grin. He could see the uneasiness growing in the man's eyes.

"Yeah well this is a big deal we have here and I never send a boy to do a man's job." Carlito explained.

"Besides…you'd probably kill him and steal the money anyway." He added.

"So we good?" the leader asked, distrusting of Vegeta but yet giving him the benefit of the doubt. The transaction was clean, as usual.

"Yeah we're good." Vegeta said coolly as he stared into the eyes of his next victim, "Pleasure doing business with you." The leader nodded, albeit still wary of the infamous drug lord. He signaled his men that it was time to leave before he turned around and left as well.

Gun fire echoed and bullets shot past Vegeta from behind and all four of the men including the three who accompanied Carlito collapsed to the ground.

The leader was unfortunately gasping his last few breaths as Vegeta crouched down beside him. He drew the man's bloody face close to his with his gloves, and sneered down at his pathetic dying expression.

"Do you know why people never turn their backs on me?" he asked coldly, then patted his face just as the man drew his last breath. "That's why." Vegeta chuckled darkly.

Later That Evening . . .

"So where we headin' tonight boys?" Asked Raditz, popping the corkscrew from the champagne bottle in the back of the limousine they were currently riding in towards their destination.

After the Carlito deal earlier that day, The Saiyans decided to rejoice in their victory. They all wanted nothing more than to celebrate by heading to a nightclub, drinking all the alcohol they could consume and grabbing the finest broads in there and bringing them back to their place to screw their brains out.

"I'm thinking Monty's. It's his opening night tonight. What do you guys say?" Nappa questioned his pack.

"Oh hell yeah, definitely Monty's. I hope the girls there are smokin' hot." Raditz preached.

"I don't care where we go as long as I get laid tonight. Hell I might take more than one girl back with me tonight." Vegeta said gruffly as he puffed smoke out from his cigar.

"Here, here!" Raditz roared as he downed the champagne that was slowly oozing out of its confined space in the bottle.

Upon their arrival, a flurry of women came racing toward them dying to be escorted into Monty's new spot by one of the Saiyans. The line for entrance into the club was so long that it wrapped around the corner and there was no way anyone would get in unless they were VIP. Raditz, being the playboy that he was took three women on each arm loving the attention that they gave him. No doubt he'd be taking some of them if not all of them home with him tonight. Nappa took one on each side. He, being the quiet one of the bunch, could only tolerate women for so long. Two was more than enough for him to handle.

Vegeta on the other hand, being the infamous bachelor that he was, waltzed up to the entrance of the club by himself, never wanting to be seen or associated with any female in the public eye. The Saiyans needed no introduction, nor did the bouncer need to glance at the VIP list before giving the Saiyans access through the VIP entrance.

As they entered the VIP lounge, The Saiyans noticed a table already reserved for them which was very strange considering he and his boys made the decision to stop by the club only moments before arriving.

"Apparently Monty can see into the future, since he reserved us a spot in the VIP lounge." Raditz joked. He loved feeling like a celebrity. It was one of the many perks to being a Saiyan.

Speaking of the man in question. "Ah Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz welcome. Good to see you fellas out here tonight. Please order anything you want, it's on the house." Monty excitedly told the Saiyans.

Monty knew the Saiyans would arrive tonight, and because of it he knew that his new spot would profit a lot once word got out that the Saiyans were spotted at his new club. He had five clubs in total now including this new spot located in the heart of the city.

"Well fellas if you'll excuse me, I have to go and introduce our entertainment for tonight. Wait'll you see who I booked for the performances. Cost me a pretty penny but it was worth it. Anyway if you guys need anything, anything at all my boy Ronny here," Monty gestured to the man blocking the VIP entrance from any outsiders that didn't have access "will take care of you." He finished.

"Thanks Monty, you always make us feel welcome." Raditz answered.

Moments later Monty was on stage introducing the performer, but Vegeta paid no attention as he was presently engrossed in his thoughts about what his next job should be while drinking his Vodka. Lately he had been local, only doing jobs within the state. He had yet to expand to other states, not to mention other countries. That's where the real money was; but it was also where the biggest risks were. Nevertheless, risk or no he had to expand. He knew it would take time but he had to do it and he had to do it fast.

Vegeta was brought out of his thoughts by the melodious voice of a woman on stage. Her voice was amazing, almost ethereal even. As he watched her perform, he noticed that the woman looked vaguely familiar but wasn't sure where he'd seen or met her before.

"Who's the yellow haired broad on stage?" Vegeta leaned over asking Raditz about the singer.

Raditz, who was currently getting his ear licked by one of the many groupies straddling his lap, looked over at the singer for the first time, having not paid any attention to her.

"I don't know. Never met her before." Said Raditz, bringing his attention back to the girl who was now nuzzling his neck.

Vegeta continued to stare at the yellow haired female, enthralled by her beautiful voice. She had short, golden blonde, curly hair; crystal icy-blue eyes, beautiful rosy cheeks on her lovely round face. Plump cherry-bomb red lips that her amazing voice escaped from; a swan-like neck that Vegeta knew he would shower with hot kisses as soon as he could get a hold of her.

She wore a shimmering white dress which hugged all of her curves to perfection. Vegeta could practically feel his hands on her voluptuous body, so much so that he was beginning to feel constricted in his lower regions.

One thing was for sure, she was undeniably the best looking thing in the club tonight…and she was definitely going home with him without a doubt.

As her song neared its end, the yellow haired female caught Vegeta's heated gaze on her. His stare was so intense that she began to feel as if she was in an inferno. Her luscious lips curved into a knowing smirk, giving Vegeta the feeling that she was thinking the exact same thing that he was thinking.

The yellow haired beauty gave a light bow as the crowd erupted in applause and cheers at the summation of her tune. Turning to her left, she walked off stage and headed straight to the bar, but not before looking back and catching Vegeta's eyes once more.

Vegeta knew that – that was his invitation as he began to navigate towards the direction of the bar. He caught her just as she sat upon the stool and ordered her drink.

"Shot of Whiskey, please?" The yellow haired woman ordered.

"Coming right up ma'am." The bartender replied as he proceeded to make her drink.

"That's a stiff drink for a young, beautiful and talented lady such as yourself." Vegeta casually commented as he approached the bar and leaned his back against the wooden bar table next to the yellow haired beauty.

Just then the bartender handed the woman her drink. She took a small sip, before downing the entire drink in one gulp loving the burning sensation that the alcohol left behind. She then slammed her shot-glass down and ordered another, this time a half-glass, before fully turning her attention to the gentleman who had just appeared next to her.

"Why yes it is. I'll need it if I'm still going to be performing for the rest of the night." She replied.

The bartender returned with her second drink, this time she decided to take small sips and enjoy the warm liquid.

"What's your name?" Vegeta questioned, curious as to who this gorgeous female was.

The yellow haired woman giggled lightly, finding it amusing that this man had absolutely no idea who she was.

"Just call me…Mary." She amusedly replied to his question.

"Mary." Vegeta repeated as he leaned in close to her. "I like that." He whispered huskily in her ear.

"Do you now?" Mary questioned.

"Indeed. It's very…saint-like." Vegeta stated matter of factly.

Mary sexily smirked as she too began to lean in closer to Vegeta. "Well I sir am no saint." She whispered lowly with a devilish grin plastered on her sexy face.

She reared back to her previous position on her stool. "You know," she began "you never told me your name." She stated curious as to who this dashingly handsome man was.

"Name's Vegeta." He responded. "But by the end of the night, most girls call me Prince." He suggestively added.

"Vegeta…Vegeta..." Mary thoughtfully chanted aloud, ignoring his last insinuating comment as she tried to recall where she had heard his name. Then she gasped as realization hit her.

"You're one of The Saiyans aren't you?" She queried already knowing the answer.

"Correction. I'm the leader of the Saiyans." Vegeta corrected her, exaggerating his title as he did so.

"Leader huh? Well I like a man who takes charge." Mary insinuated, licking her lips in a suggestive manner before blinding him with her brilliant smile.

Vegeta was once again captivated by her beauty and her dazzling smile. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he had an inkling that he'd seen this woman somewhere before.

"So where's the rest of your squad?" Mary asked, as she fully turned around in her stool looking around the club for the two goons in question.

Vegeta then stepped in front of her, blocking her line of vision so that they were both looking eye to eye.

"That's not important. What's more important is how fast you and I can get out of here, so that I can really make you hit those high notes." Vegeta groaned out huskily, cutting straight to the point.

Caught off guard by his sudden appearance in front of her, Mary was taken aback by Vegeta's bold statement. She couldn't deny though how his boldness and suggestive words made her hot. Hotter than the alcohol that she was currently sipping.

Bottom line was, she wanted him. Badly.

And he wanted her.

"I'm heading backstage right now to prepare for my next bit. Why don't you meet me at the back entrance afterwards and we'll take off from there." She proposed, knowing he would take her up on her offer.

"Sure thing." Vegeta said before taking her hand in his and kissing it lightly, his eye never leaving her own. She saw the underlying message in his eyes. They screamed, 'I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you tonight!' and it made her lightly shiver with anticipation that he would undeniably do just that. Vegeta sauntered away from the yellow haired bombshell and back to the VIP lounge, while Mary made her way backstage to prepare for her next performance, plan already set in motion.

Twenty minutes later they were already back at his place, tearing each others' clothes off from the moment they entered through his door. The curtains in the living room were drawn, allowing an adjacent neighbor, in the high rise building across, a glorious eyeful. They disappeared from his point of view but then emerged again in the next room. The lights went off, and the neighbor smirked as he allowed his imagination to run wild.

Early the next morning . . .

After waking up from what she had to admit was the best sex she'd ever had, Mary quietly made her way to the bathroom to wash up before taking her leave. Upon entering the bathroom, the first thing she noticed was the portrait of the woman that was hung right above the fire place. She approached the portrait and stared at it in disbelief, then she smiled brightly and made her way to the double sink to brush her teeth. She found a brand new tooth brush in the cabinet with the toothpaste and proceeded to brush her teeth all the while looking at the beautiful portrait of the woman.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Mary made her way out of the bathroom, her destination being the kitchen, to whip up some breakfast for her and her bedmate but not before glancing at the portrait once more. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she quietly put on her dress from the prior night and softly padded across the room not wanting to disturb Vegeta, and made her way to the kitchen.

Once she stepped into the parlor, she was stopped dead in her tracks by what she saw. Staring right across from her was an enormous portrait of the same woman whose picture she saw only moments ago in Vegeta's bathroom. Mary couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't believe that she hadn't noticed it upon entering Vegeta's condo last night. But then again, they were a little…caught up, she thought, smirking as she recalled the events of the previous night.

"You're an early riser I see." A gruff voice came from behind, startling the yellow haired woman.

"Oh my," she gasped "I'm sorry I wasn't expecting you to be up. Did I wake you?" Mary asked.

"Hardly, I'm an early riser myself." Vegeta admitted matter of factly.

Mary turned back to the portrait of the woman, dying to know about this man's fascination with her.

"Seems like you're a real fan of me huh?" Mary inquired about the massive portrait of herself in Vegeta's parlor. She also took note of the one in his bathroom as well. Flattered, she decided to call him out on his apparent fascination with her.

Vegeta who was at this point thoroughly confused furrowed his eye brows at the yellow haired woman.

"Fan? Of yours? What do you mean?" He asked, curious as to what the hell she was talking about.

"It's okay. You don't have to put on the act anymore." Mary taking Vegeta's question as mock confusion instead of genuine confusion.

"You have a gigantic portrait of me hanging right there," she pointed at the object in question "and you have one of me in your bathroom." She added.

"I must say, the one you have hanging right here was my favorite photo shoot. Probably because it was my first one ever." Mary further reminisced.

Vegeta was completely baffled at this point, having absolutely no idea what this woman was blabbering about and slowly beginning to think that he'd brought a complete psychopath back to his place. He glanced at the portrait that the yellow haired female seemed to be obsessing over. True indeed, she did resemble the woman in the portrait though he couldn't see the woman's face in the picture since the woman face was tilted away from the camera, she could have easily been anyone. Mary did however, look exactly like the woman in the portrait that hung above the fireplace in his bathroom, that, he could not deny.

Well that explained why she looked so familiar to him, but that still didn't explain what she was carrying on about.

"Are you implying that the woman in this portrait, as well as the one in my bathroom is you?" Vegeta finally asked.

"Oh come on, like you didn't know. You probably had this planned for a while now…Well, you did it. You can finally tell your boys and everyone else that you finally slept with me." She stated.

"You finally got to sleep with Marilyn Monroe." She finished proudly.

Not being one to pay attention to the "who's who" in society, or keeping up with the A list celebrities, Vegeta had absolutely no idea who Marilyn Monroe was. He glanced once more at the portrait before turning back to the yellow haired beauty.

"Well what do ya know. It looks like it is you in the picture." Vegeta said after a few moments of silence.

Mary, detecting the genuine ignorance in Vegeta's voice, finally realized that he truly had no clue who she was. Thoroughly embarrassed at this point she began to blush a deep shade of red.

"You…really had no idea who I was, did you?" She asked even though she didn't need to hear the answer since she already knew it.

Vegeta shook his head No, afraid to voice out his answer for the sake of causing her further embarrassment.

"Um look. I'm just gonna go. I have a show to rehearse for tonight and then I'm flying back to New York in the morning." She hastily replied, as she hurriedly gathered her things not wanting to stay in his presence a minute longer, for fear of diminishing what was left of her self-confidence.

Vegeta lightly grabbed a hold of her upper arm. Not wanting her to leave so soon but also understanding that she had her pride to protect.

"Will I see you again?" He questioned. He wanted to see her again. He couldn't deny that she was a sex goddess in bed and definitely didn't want this to be the last time they hooked up.

Marilyn smiled that dazzling smile of hers, appreciating his kind gesture toward her embarrassment by not insisting that she stayed.

"Well, I live in New York, so if you're ever in the Big Apple…look me up." She said before winking, then opening the door and walking out.

The Later That Morning . . .

Vegeta made his way into the gated community where Frieza's mansion was located. He was scheduled to meet with him to discuss the possibility of expanding. If he was going to do so he had to inform Frieza of what his conquests would now be. Even though he no longer worked directly under Frieza, he still did Frieza's dirty work by selling his product.

Frieza had many distributors, Vegeta's crew being the most lucrative of them all. Frieza would import his product from overseas, then sell his product to all of his distributors for the same fee. He would then charge them a percentage of their profit. The distributors with the least amount of revenue would have to pay him the larger percentage whereas the distributors, such as Vegeta's crew, would pay him a lesser percentage.

Being that Vegeta made roughly between five hundred thousand to a million dollars per transaction, he only had to pay Frieza ten percent. While other distributors, such as Cui who only made about one hundred thousand per transaction, had to pay Frieza fifty percent of their proceeds. The more you made the less of a percentage you would owe Frieza which drove all of the distributors to make more giving Frieza more money.

Vegeta's expansion into the international market would give him a quadruple surge in his revenue, in addition to an increase in his clientele. However that might not blow over to well with Frieza. He didn't need Frieza to start getting paranoid and thinking that he was trying to upstage him, or become his competition. That would only ensue into a deadly war, and as powerful as Frieza was with his army, there would be no chance for Vegeta to win that battle.

He didn't need that on his hands.

As Vegeta approached the large gate at the entrance of Frieza's home in his all black 1956 Cadillac, he was stopped by Ginyu (another ridiculous codename of course) Frieza's head of security. Ginyu slowly strolled up to Vegeta's car, doing everything within his power to conceal the smirk that was dying to make its first debut of the day. Vegeta rolled his eyes as Ginyu emerged from his tiny security booth and slowly advanced toward his car.

He really didn't need this crap right now.

"Name." Ginyu gruffly asked Vegeta.

"You already know my name asshole, just let me in." Vegeta rudely retorted to Ginyu's rhetorical question.

Ginyu did this every time he would come to see Frieza. He got a kick out of giving Vegeta a hard time, he presumed.

"Well good morning to you to Mr. uh…Vegata is it?" Ginyu continuously jested.

"It's Vegeta you son of a bitch, now let me in before I shoot your balls off dickface!" Vegeta roared.

He was already agitated enough with his nervousness about this meeting with Frieza and he didn't need this useless and unnecessary banter from Ginyu at all.

"Now I can't just let you waltz right in you know, Frieza's a busy man. Is he expecting you?" Ginyu unceasingly played along, enjoying Vegeta's irritation. This usually made his morning.

"That's it!" Vegeta yelled as he proceeded to step out of the car to act on his earlier threat toward Ginyu.

Just then the large gate at the entrance of Frieza's mansion slowly opened up. Vegeta surmised that it was Guldo, (whom was also part of Frieza's security crew though Vegeta could not figure out why since his own grandmother could have taken him on) that decided that he and Ginyu had had their fun with him for the morning and finally chose to let him in. Vegeta sneered at Ginyu, who had a cocky grin plastered on his ugly face before driving into Frieza's compound.

Frieza's entire compound was made up of the main house, four pools, a gazebo, two garages (for the many cars that he never drove himself) three guest houses, one were on each side of the mansion and one located in the back, a massive front garden which blocked the straight pathway to the mansion since it was located in the center between the entrance and the mansion; so the only way to get to the main hall was to drive around the massive garden, which Vegeta just loved (hated).

Frieza had a statue of himself placed in the center of the garden, upon a high platform that was surrounded by a small pond so that everyone could see it even if they were outside of the estate. The drive in total, just to get to the front door was about eight minutes; ten if you included the two minutes wasted with the idiots at the entrance.

As Vegeta drove to the front of Frieza's home, he had caught a glimpse of blue in one of the windows of where Frieza's private office was located but as quickly has he had seen it, it had vanished. Vegeta believed it to be one of Frieza's maids in a new uniform or something. Vegeta proceeded to step out of his car, handing his car keys to the valet and made his way to the entrance of Frieza's mansion.

Vegeta was greeted by Frieza's butler Lorenzo, who escorted him to Frieza's private office, all the while Vegeta's thought were running wild with how he was going to approach Frieza about his pursuit for expansion, without making Frieza think that he was trying to take over his empire or become his competition. Both outcomes would definitely cost Vegeta his life.

"Right this way sir, Lord Frieza will be with you shortly." Lorenzo steered Vegeta in the direction of Frieza's office.

"Thank you Lorenzo. I'll let myself in and wait for him." Vegeta responded as he opened the door to the office. Lorenzo lightly bowed, bidding his farewell to Vegeta before departing to complete the rest of his morning duties.

As Vegeta entered Frieza's office, he took a long look around since he'd only been in the office once before; and since then it appeared that Frieza had it redecorated. Vegeta vaguely saw a faint shade of blue in his peripheral vision from the corner of his right eye. Turning his head in that direction, he got a full view of someone who looked as if they were searching for something in the top right drawer of Frieza's desk. This person strangely enough had blue hair. It was the same shade of blue that Vegeta had seen minutes ago when he first arrived.

Come to think of it, it looked like this person was snooping through Frieza's personal things; for what Vegeta had no clue, but one thing was for sure, this person was definitely trying to steal from Frieza and that was absolutely out of the question.

"Just what the hell are you doing in here?" He snarled at the blue haired thief.

Just then, the thief in question looked up, and Vegeta instantly lost his breath. The thief, it appeared, was a woman and she was unquestionably the most beautiful woman that he'd ever seen in his entire existence.

She had unbelievably soft looking and an unusual shade of cerulean tresses flowing from the crown of her head going past her shoulders. Her alabaster skin was so creamy looking, that it made him want to lick her all over. With lips so full and plump, he wanted to suck on them all night until they were swollen and yearning for more. But what stood out the most to Vegeta, were her eyes. She had the deepest, most beautiful shade of sapphire eyes that held him in a trance-like state, so much so that he would have killed his own mother if she'd have asked him to (and that was saying a lot!).

He noticed her beautiful rosy cheeks getting redder as he stared at her, most likely from her own embarrassment, which reminded him . . .

"I said what the FUCK are you doing in here?" He questioned her more sternly this time, after shaking his head out of his thoughts.

"Excuse me, but just who the hell do you think you're talking to, asshole?" The woman vociferously retorted.

She was taken aback by his discourteous tone toward her. 'How dare he speak to me that way' she thought, her mortification about being caught by him minutes ago, long forgotten.

"I asked you a question first, lady." He growled back at her.

"Hey listen buddy, I don't have time for games, nor do I have to answer to you." She hissed, jabbing her index finger in his chest, both of them not realizing that they were now only inches apart.

"It's none of your damn business what I'm doing here." She snippily added.

"Bitch, do you know who I am? I'm Frieza's right hand man. I'm making it my business to know what you're doing." He roared in her face, gesturing to the desk in question that she was rummaging through not too long ago.

"Well no, I don't know who you are nor do I care, but I take it that you also have no idea who I am." She calmly responded with a smirk on her face as if she knew something that he did not.

"I know that you're a thief. I don't know what you were snooping in there looking for but if Frieza finds out, you're dead." He threatened. Now Vegeta wasn't going to tell Frieza anything because he was no snitch, but of course she didn't have to know that.

"Ah Vegeta," speaking of the devil "fancy seeing you here. I wasn't expecting your company." Frieza greeted as he stepped into his office, unknowingly interposing the frenzied quarrel ensuing between the two counterparts in his office.

"I see you've met my special guest." Frieza stated joyfully in his sickly sweet voice.

"Special guest?" Vegeta asked, confused as to who Frieza could possibly be referring to.

Just then the larcenous woman that he was arguing with, stepped around Frieza's desk and sexily sashayed in his direction. Placing her hands into his outstretched ones, she faced Vegeta and gave him a devilish grin.

"Yes, my special guest." Frieza said coolly.

"Vegeta, I would like for you to meet Bulma Briefs…my fiancé.

Finally done! This ladies and gentlemen was by far the hardest chapter I had to write thus far, which is one of the reasons why it took so long.

Ok so I know that disclaimers are supposed to be written at the beginning of the chapters but, so what I'm different damnit, lol.

Disclaimer: The entire drug exchange scene was written by ImaginaryInk, who is so awesome! She also described the bathroom as well and added a few little things here and there to this chapter, so please people if and when you review me, give her a shout out too. She is just great. I know she probably hates the attention that I am giving her, but hey I give credit where credit is definitely due!

Thanks Ink!

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