Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Against All Odds ❯ Hell's Bells ( Chapter 19 )

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Chapter Nineteen

Hell's Bells

Bulma reached over the wide masculine chest, to beat unmercifully at the incessant beeping that was coming for the vicinity of her nightstand. She groped around for a minute, before finally finding the button to shut off the noise, only minimal awareness reminding her that it wasn't an alarm clock that was going off, but someone trying to contact her on the vid phone.

She sat up, pulling the blankets around her torso while she blurrily watched the wall at the foot of her bed slide apart to reveal a black screen. Instantly, Zarbon's handsome jade features filled the viewer and she blinked fuzzily as he started spewing words at her.

"Thank the Gods you answered! I have been trying to get a hold of you for days. Why haven't you been answering?" His stream of conversation was cut off by a menacing growl that was emanating from beside her, his emerald eyes widening with shock.

"Bulma, there's a monkey in your bed." He sputtered.

She glanced over to see Vegeta scowling furiously at the sight of Frieza's concubine.

Wait, Frieza…

Her head whipped around to pin Zarbon in place with implacable cobalt eyes.

"Zarbon, what are you doing in communication range? You are supposed to be on the other side of the universe with Frieza." She snapped, dread building in the base of her stomach.

"That's why I have been trying to contact you. We turned around and he wouldn't allow any outgoing transmissions from the ship. Bulma, we are ten minutes from the base." His pleading voice was laced with more than a fair dose of trepidation.

"What base?" Denial ripped through her and its companion fear followed close on its heels.

"Primus. We will be docking soon and Frieza is pissed. I don't know what you are doing down there, but you better clean it up quick. I have to go before he traces this." With a grimace of concern he disconnected the link, leaving a dumbfounded Bulma to stare at the blank screen.

"Woman."

When she didn't respond, Vegeta repeated himself this time with a not to gentle nudge to the ribs. At his prodding she flew into action, leaping of the bed to race over to the closet.

"Why is he here? There is no reason for him to come. What if he knows? What are we going to do?" Her voice rose to an uncomfortable, piercing pitch as she dug through her closet, throwing clothes behind her onto the bed.

"Woman, I doubt he is here because he knows of our plot." Vegeta hauled himself out of the line of fire, pulling on his uniform while eyeing the distraught woman.

"Why else would he be here? There is no reason for him to inconvenience himself by coming all the way out here." She hopped from one foot to the other as she ripped clothes from their hangers, ruining more than one outfit in the process. "Purple, I need something purple, he likes that color." She had pulled on her undergarments and was eyeing a lavender dress distastefully before discarding it behind her and diving back into the closet.

"Woman, you are overreacting for nothing. He is probably here because he found out that we are mates." Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest watching the woman with a sneer on his lips. She paused her rampaging to peer over her shoulder, frowning mightily at him.

"Why would that matter? I mean, he wouldn't care if I hooked up with some guy." Vegeta rolled his eyes at her before growling in response.

"The universe doesn't revolve around you, wench. As the Prince of All Saiyans, I am not allowed to take a mate. It would be undesirable for me to breed an heir." He looked away from her, scowling at the floor. She dropped the bundle of clothes that she had been holding and glared at him with disbelief.

"WHAT! Don't you think you should have mentioned that, you fool!" She screamed furiously. Before the last word left her lips, he was towering over her shaking with fury, but she refused to back down.

"I thought you knew, woman. After all, you are a genius right? You know everything." He sneered mockingly at her, his obsidian eyes glassy and cold.

"I'm not omnipotent, you ass. It wasn't in your file." She hissed right back unafraid of his ire. They glared at each other for a heartbeat, before realization lit Bulma's eyes.

"Kami, the GR." As she bounded out of the room in her underwear, she tripped over a pile of clothes and slid into the door jam with a thud, causing Vegeta to grimace. She rebounded off the wall without pausing and raced through the living room to the foyer. Vegeta followed and watched as she shuffled through her desk drawer to pull out a capsule and another object that he couldn't make out. Quickly she encapsulated her workstation then the regeneration tank, before opening the door to the GR and encapsulating that as well.

She popped the capsule that she had pulled out of the desk and with a poof of smoke; a work lab appeared in the recently evacuated room that had held the GR. Grasping the three capsules close to her chest, she went back into the bedroom to lock them in the hidden safe under her chair. She was just straightening when the warning sirens went off advising the inhabitants of the base that someone important had just docked.

She turned, her eyes locking with Vegeta's and she couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through her body. Her wide eyes filled with shadows and her lips trembled as she could barely contain the fear that welled up inside of her. Vegeta was filled with the awkward urge to reach out and hold her, to reassure her, but he couldn't bring himself to display such an obvious sign of weakness. So in compromise he moved to stand in front of her instead.

"I'm afraid." She whispered so quietly that the secret could only be heard between the two of them.

"Don't be foolish woman. Soon I will be strong enough to defeat him." He huffed gruffly down at her. Her cerulean eyes, clenched closed for a moment before she opened them again. How would she ever be able to explain to this stoic man the dread she felt in the pit of her stomach at the mere mention of the tyrant's name. He was too proud to recognize the meaning of fear. How she wished she could borrow his strength or take shelter in his strong arms, but she knew that was unobtainable.

"Soon, but not right now." Despair was evident in her quiet words and he grimaced at the truth in them. All the long hours he had put in the in the Gravity Room to get stronger, and still he was a weakling compared to his "master." Now, they would stand before their enemy and face his wrath and he could do nothing to make sure that the woman would remain safe.

"I'm so sorry Vegeta." A tear escaped her leaving a silvery trail down her ivory cheek, causing his gut to tighten. Confused he cocked an eyebrow and reached up a gloved hand to gently wipe it away. He didn't know why the sight of her tears affected him so adversely.

"For what, woman?" Before she could answer he felt a prick in his thigh and he looked down to see her injecting a familiar green fluid into him. He looked back up at her incredulously, taking in her sorrow filled gaze. White-hot anger at her betrayal piped through him and instinctively he brought back his hand to slap her away from him. Before he could follow through he felt the steel clamps bind his strength, leaching his power out of his body, dropping him to his knees under the intensity of the pain. She backed away cautiously and began to speak, her watery voice piercing the haze of agony.

"I am so sorry, please forgive me, but there is no other way. We can't take the risk of Frieza seeing how great your power has grown." Her voice was pleading for understanding, but his rage at her only grew.

"I could have suppressed it." He rasped out, still unable to rise.

"I know, and you would have fooled a normal scouter, but Frieza possess a prototype scanner that I made before coming here. The scanner would be able read you power rating and the serum is the only way to be sure." He surged to his feet when the pain faded and she took a step back as he glared at her venomously. She swallowed, fully aware that even with his power checked he could easily kill her.

"You will give me the antidote right now." He demanded, advancing on her until he had her backed up against the wall.

"I don't have any here." Her heart pounded and she felt like some helpless prey cowering from a dangerous predator.

"You are lying to me." He hissed, the sharp edge of her faithlessness cutting deeply into his heart. He was rife with disappointment at her disregard for his pride, for his strength. She of all people should have believed in him and now she had stolen his ability to protect himself.

To protect her.

"I am not lying when I say I don't have any here." She stressed the last word, trying not to shrink against the wall with fear, knowing that would only anger him more.

"I will not forgive you." His voice was dangerously flat causing shivers to shoot down her spine. He could die today and he would do so as a pathetic mewling weakling, unable to even wave his badge of honor, his strength, in the face of his enemy.

"I know." She uttered remorsefully. Her heart felt like it was being ripped from her chest. She knew know how Magin had felt when he saw his beating organ in Vegeta's dripping hand, but she knew that the prince hadn't been the one to cause her such pain. She had brought this on herself, but for all the personal torment her actions caused her she would do it again. She would sacrifice anything to keep Vegeta alive and safe. Someday he would be her savior even if he wasn't doing it for her anymore.

He shot her one last dark look before turning away to stalk out of their quarters and out of her life. Even if they did survive this day, her and Vegeta would never be able reclaim the brief happiness they had felt only hours before. Bulma allowed a second tear to fall before choking them back. Wordlessly she turned back to her closet, regret etched deeply in her heart.

*~*

Vegeta and Bulma knelt side by side in the center of the receiving room on Frieza's massive ship, before the raised dais. Vegeta snuck a look at Bulma from the corner of his eye, taking in the plumb skirt that pooled around her becomingly. She sat cool and withdrawn, unlike he had ever seen her before. Her face was pale and alarmingly blank, like a parchment waiting to receive the ink that would transform it.

Vegeta's palms itched with the urge to reach out and strangle the life from her, while at the same time his heart constricted in response to the fear he knew she was feeling right now. He scanned the room, noting that the only other people in the room besides themselves were Frieza's royal guards and Nappa and Raditz who stood at the back of the room.

A side door opened and Vegeta watched in fascination as Bulma transformed into another woman at the sight of the imposing Ice-jinn. Her pleased smile lit up her face and her happiness ebbed off of her in sickening waves. Her synthetic pleasure was so realistic that he doubted anyone but he knew that it was faked. When Frieza's pale eyes met hers she blushed prettily and Vegeta nearly snorted with disgust.

The only woman I ever met that can blush on cue.

Frieza sat himself on the throne and Zarbon took his place behind the chair. Vegeta curiously eyed the verdant courtesan slash bodyguard. Obviously he was a spy for Bulma, but he gave no hint of their earlier conversation and only looked down at them disdainfully. He was a man who knew how to play the game as expertly as the Onna, or else he would have been dead by now. Bulma was the first to speak, her lilting voice echoing in the cathedral like room.

"To what do we owe the honor of your exalted presence." She gushed while gazing adoringly up at the lizard. Frieza bared his teeth in a parody of a smile while motioning her closer to him. Gracefully she rose up off the floor, only to settle herself again at his knee, leaning into him as he reached down to pat her on the head like a prized pet.

"Do I need a reason to visit my precious genius?" He purred down at her, while his tail entwined behind her neck, before dipping the tip into the valley of her breasts, his cold reptilian eyes watching Vegeta for any reaction. The prince remained outwardly impassive, but inside he boiled with anger at seeing his enemy fondle his traitorous mate.

"Of course not My Lord, but I find it hard to believe that you would travel this far to see me." She fluttered her eyes at him while smiling beguilingly up at him. Vegeta could not believe what he was seeing, even with all of her talk of playing games, he never imagined her stooping so low.

"You are right my pet. I am here because of some nasty rumors I overheard, one being your little relationship with the monkey." He caressed her without pause as his voice dropping a decibel, his displeasure clear. She furrowed her brows, a slightly confused look clouding her beautiful face.

"You are here because I took a lover to entertain me on this backwater base?" Her tone showed a hint of disbelief and gave away nothing of her inner thoughts. Frieza chuckled fondly down at her and she beamed in response.

"No my dear, I am not here because of you. The problem is that the monkey knew better than to take a lover." Vegeta struggled to remain silent, the urge to mock the woman and say `I told you so' eating at him.

"Oh." Her full bottom lip jutted forward into a perfect pout, a moment before her lips transformed into an insinuating smile. "Well that wasn't his fault. I decided that I wanted him and I haven't met a man yet that can deny me." As she spoke her fingers stroked the tip of the Ice-jinn's tail suggestively. Vegeta fought back the instinctive urge to growl at her wanton behavior while amazed at the same time at the way she attempted to control the conversation.

Frieza chuckled again while responding. "That's very true my dear and that would have been fine, but he claimed you as his mate by Saiyan law and that just can't be allowed." Frieza twirled one of her teal locks around his scaly claw while he flicked his tail against her fingers. She pouted again before replying.

"Oh that." She shrugged dismissively. "What do I care about some ancient law of a dead race? I don't view it as the least bit binding."

Frieza glanced back up at Vegeta his eyes glinting maliciously.

"Did you hear that monkey prince? By biting her so gruesomely in front of all those men you vowed to protect her, to fight to the death for her and her offspring, and she dismisses the ritual out of hand. How do you feel about that?" Vegeta fought valiantly to control his anger. He wanted to leap up, proclaiming her as his mate while he ripped the Ice-jinn's scaly claws off of her, but reason intervened and he shrugged following Bulma's lead.

"I only took her because I needed a willing whore and I didn't want any other males pawing at her, taking up her time when I wanted her. I was not careless with my seed, she will not breed." He said the words coldly, but his stomach sank with the realization that he had been anything but careful last night during their passionate coupling.

"Beast." She sneered while tossing her head in disdain, reacting to his use of the word whore for the benefit of the tyrant, though he did see a flash of pride for him skitter across her face. She was pleased with him for entering into the game of words.

Frieza eyed them both with a calculating gleam in his eye. He was impressed that Bulma had managed to have tamed the wild Saiyan, at least partially. He never thought he would see the day that the Prince would rein in his ever-rampant pride and think before he spoke. "Well it seems you have an answer for everything." He praised coyly, before unleashing his true purpose. "So why don't you tell me about the Gravity Room that you built." Frieza's tail coiled loosely around Bulma's neck and the unspoken threat was loud and clear to the two co-conspirators. Vegeta felt the oxygen leave the room while he fought to keep his emotionless mask in place but without missing a beat, Bulma blinked up at the Emperor before replying.

"What about it My Lord? It's still in the prototype stage, I have Vegeta testing it out for me, until I am certain that it is ready for you." Her voice was pure and clear, without a hint of deception tainting its dulcet tones. Frieza laughed heartily while he reached down to pull Bulma up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Vegeta shifted forward a fraction before he caught himself and froze into place. He was relieved when he saw that Frieza was too preoccupied with Bulma to notice his slip in control.

"Do you know why I adore you so, my precious genius?" He asked while tapping her on the nose like she was an errant child. At a loss for words for the first time she merely shook her head that she did not know.

"Because you are such the practiced deceiver. Your lies are beautifully crafted and carried off with perfection. It makes me swell with pride that you learned so much while under my care." With a snap of his fingers the side door opened to reveal a guard leading a dejected figure into the light. With an ill-concealed gasp, Bulma gaped with shock as she watched Delia move forward to stand beside the throne, her face averted in shame.

Frieza's tail lazily wound around the woman's thigh edging her closer so she was forced to sit on the armrest of his chair, while he grinned evilly to everyone in the room.

"You see Bulma, I have known for some time about your spy ring, but I let it continue, because frankly your organization is much more efficient than the crown's. Instead I planted Delia into your little group so she could glean bits of information and pass it on to my own espionage team." His claws raked over Delia's stomach lustily while he explained the extent of his cruelty.

Bulma stared at the woman aghast, desperately trying to rationalize what Frieza was saying. She thought back when she had first met Delia, cowering under the lustful stares of the men at the palace. Bulma instinctively came to the weaker woman's rescue and after finding out that she had some skill with electronics she had offered Delia a job in her lab. After that it seemed like the shy woman was always around and Bulma had taken her in without a second thought, but now that the ruse was uncovered, she could not believe her own foolishness.

"You see, I originally took her to be my concubine, but when I found out that she had a talent for hacking computers I decided to put her to more practical use, spying on you. Imagine my surprise when she reported to me that you planned to overthrow me, by helping Prince Vegeta to become strong enough to defeat me." He hissed as he tangled his hand in Bulma's hair, pulling her head back so he could look down at her stricken features.

As Frieza spoke, Delia shifted slightly so she could view the back of the room from under the cover of her bangs. She watched the myriad of emotions that flittered across Raditz's face, ranging from disbelief to rage. His eyes met hers through the sheer veil of her hair she saw him sneer a single word. Bitch. Her head dropped down even further as she turned away, confident that in the end he really did hate her like she said he would.

Desperate to save herself and Vegeta, Bulma stuttered brokenly.

"I don't…" She was cut off by the imposing Ice-jinn's hiss of anger.

"Don't bother Bulma, she broke into your private computer and downloaded all the files. I know all about your little plot and I am very disappointed in you." He shoved her off his lap and she landed in a heap at his feet. Her frightened eyes darted up to lock onto Vegeta who had sat stunned during the entire exchange. He read the unspoken command in her eyes, for him to remain calm and not do anything rash. He didn't bother to hide his snort of disdain, he knew that he needed to watch how it was going to play out before he reacted to the situation.

"So Delia dear, tell us what power rating Vegeta is at now." The Emperor was fondling the golden girl shamelessly now, but she remained still, reverting to the extroverted woman that Bulma had first met. Delia's eyes flicked to the side and Bulma followed her line of sight, latching onto Raditz's form. He was visibly stricken, but before her very eyes he gathered up his wayward emotions and a cold mask settled on his features as his smoldering gaze pinned Delia to the spot.

"Unfortunately, the firewalls protecting the files on Prince Vegeta's power rating were too complex for me to unravel." She said timidly as she stared fixedly at the floor.

Bulma barely concealed her shock. There were no firewalls once you hacked into her computer. Once in you had free range of all the files that were on the hard drive. Delia was lying through her teeth, but why? Frieza shrugged nonchalantly, dragging Bulma's attention from the golden woman to concentrate on the tyrant.

"No matter, we have other ways to tell such things, don't we Bulma?" For emphasis he kicked her in the ribs sending her sliding across the floor next to Vegeta. Pain laced through her side, but she only grunted, biting back her instinctive yelp. Vegeta made no move to help, but instead watched the tyrant steadily trying to gage his next move.

"Zarbon, if you would." The jade tinted man stepped around, attaching a visor to his face. It was similar to the scouter that Vegeta wore on missions, but it had a few buttons that he didn't recognize. Zarbon stood in front of Vegeta, who glared up at him, watching as symbols flashed across the green rectangle over the man's left eye. Bulma stared down at the floor afraid that she would give something away on her face. She prayed that Vegeta wouldn't lose his temper at the blatant reminder of her transgression against him. Silently she thanked Kami that she had injected him with the serum. If she hadn't this would have been their final moments.

"Don't bother trying to hide your power Prince. That ingenious device will still be able to calculate it. Our little Bulma is such the brilliant inventor." Frieza cackled in delight as he watched Vegeta tense under Zarbon's scrutiny.

Zarbon sneered down at Vegeta before turning to face his lord. "His power rating is barely above Jeice's." He laughed condescendingly as he delivered the news and Vegeta growled at the man in warning. Frieza's lips quirked with amusement as he looked down at the seditious couple, who knelt before him.

"Is that all? How disappointing, I expected better out of the both of you." Vegeta opened his mouth to deliver a scathing reply but Bulma interrupted him loudly as she knelt humbly before the Ice-jinn.

"I beg your forgiveness, Your Highness. I behaved foolishly and arrogantly. I had begun to believe myself superior and I wanted to test myself by trying to overthrow the most powerful being in the universe. Though I knew that it would be impossible, I was determined to prove my worth. So I concocted this plan and lured the prince into helping me by promising him that he would become stronger. Once his strength equaled yours I intended on prodding him into a fight with you. Please believe me when I tell you that he had no idea what I was up too and his only crime was allowing himself to be duped by an intelligent and beautiful woman." She crawled on her hands and knees towards the Emperor as she spoke, her humility bared to the world as she begged for Vegeta's life.

The thin thread of control that kept Vegeta in check up until now snapped. "Liar! I am the Prince of All Saiyans, not some female's lap dog. How dare you say such things, you bitch." Vegeta snarled angrily, the rage at her words rippling through him. He was unmanned and dishonored by her actions for the last time. He would not have his mate on her hands and knees spewing such disgusting lies to his greatest enemy. He reached out to drag her back to him to punish her for her abominable words, but Zarbon lashed out, dropping him back down to the floor with a vicious right hook to the jaw. Frieza laughed gaily at the Prince's fury, his enjoyment visible to everyone.

"Oh prince, I believe her words to be one hundred percent true. It sounds so like her to use a man without his knowledge and for that I take pity on you." Frieza snickers died down as he leaned forward to pass sentence on the traitors, but Vegeta didn't know when to stay quiet.

"I will be stronger than you some day, Frieza. I will have my revenge for my race, for my family and for my planet. I will take your head and display it on the wall above my throne. The throne that I will sit upon after I destroy you." Vegeta spat vengefully, but almost choked on his tongue when he saw Bulma cuddle up closer to the lizard a mocking smile on her lips. As Vegeta made his vows of vengeance, Bulma keen mind had raced for a solution to keep him alive. The only answer she found was to belittle him and make him less of a threat in the Emperor's eyes.

"See, My Lord, he is nothing but a barbarian, look how he behaves on your own ship. He was perfect for my experiment, all muscle and no brains. It was an easy matter to twist him to my will." Frieza looked down at her with an amused snort.

"I know my dear, you were always too smart for your own good. Though Vegeta was probably was a poor choice, he is much too unpredictable." Frieza continued to snicker as he watched Vegeta who was practically frothing at the mouth at the extent of the insults being hurled at him by his own mate. He surged up from the floor, calling on his bound power, desperately trying to snap the bands that held it in check. With a scream of fury he charged the Ice-jinn, intending on putting an end to this farce for once and for all.

With a sparkle of green light, Zarbon appeared before the Prince, slamming his fist into his chest, tossing him back several feet. With a nod of his regal head, Frieza nodded to his elite guard to advance on Vegeta. Nappa and Raditz stepped forward to assist their Prince, but the guards behind them grabbed them by their tails dropping them to their knees and with strong hands on the back of their necks, the guards pushed their foreheads to the ground in mock submission to the Emperor. With his strength severely restricted Vegeta had to rely on skill to defeat the men, he battled fiercely and he injured many of the guard, but in the end they were too strong and too many.

He lay battered and bleeding on the floor, helpless rage welling up inside of him. The beating had broken his body but not his spirit, leaving him to glare up at the Emperor and the two women who graced his arms. He growled angrily while his dark eyes made promises of retribution, not only for the Ice-jinn but for the woman he had trusted as well.

"Tsk Tsk, Vegeta. Your strength is pathetic at best and you are no threat to the crown and now you are even further weakened, hindering your chances for redemption. I will allow you to live, but first you must survive your next mission. I am sending you to PX3, they have very high power levels there and if you and your men manage to defeat them then you may come back and resume your duties to me." With a wave of his hand, Frieza coolly dismissed Vegeta from his sight. Vegeta felt strong hands loop around his arms as he was pulled up off the cold marble floor. He struggled in vain, rage turning his face purple as he was dragged out of the room, like his father had been so many years ago.

"I will kill you. I am the Prince of All Saiyans. I am the strongest in the universe." He screamed, fury blinding his reason.

Frieza's laughter followed him out into the hall and the last thing Vegeta saw was Bulma's huge cerulean eyes as she watched him go, the evil ice-jinn's claws wrapped in her teal hair as she was hauled up into his lap once again.

Once outside the door he ceased to struggle and he shrugged the men's hands off him, breathing evenly to calm himself as he walked proudly down the hall to the docking bay, Nappa and Raditz trailing silently behind. He brutally told himself that the woman's fate was none of his concern and that he was lucky that he escaped the interview alive and without detection, though he would have sold his double damned soul for the chance to have faced the monster with all of his power intact.

You are alive only because she drugged you.

He pushed the voice away, the anger and hurt inside too fresh to examine closely as he strode down the hall looking neither left nor right. They were navigating down a particularly narrow corridor when a man walking towards him, caught his eye and held it. Vegeta recognized him instantly as the man who had bumped into Bulma on their way to the dance last night. To Vegeta's astonishment he watched as the man tripped on his feet again and fumbled into him. Vegeta reached out, intending to slam the man against the wall with deadly force, but was surprised when he felt a smooth, small cylinder being slid into his palm.

Vegeta's agile mind reasoned that he was being passed information and he quickly concealed the capsule in his fist while pushing the man violently away before striding on without looking back. He realized belatedly that the man had also passed information to Bulma last night and instead of sticking her hand into her purse to pull out lipstick she was actually dropping something into the bag.

What a sly little minx.

By the time he had reached the docking bay, Vegeta's anger had cooled enough to view the past few minutes rationally. The woman had purposely pushed him into a rage to make him look like a fool in front of Frieza, so the powerful Ice-jinn wouldn't be able to see the real threat. She had efficiently removed him from the base and out of the scaly reach of the Emperor, buying him more time to become stronger.

But at what cost?

Bulma was still in the throne room with the tyrant, alone and unprotected. Vegeta shook away the concern he felt budding inside of him. After seeing her wrap Frieza around her finger, he was confident she would be fine in the end. His anger at her was still unabated even after knowing her reasons for her actions and he would not be able to forgive her for her transgressions against him today. Even if she did save his life, she had no right to strip away his pride before his enemy.

He pried open the doors to his pod, seating himself in his chair. He watched impassively as the royal guard typed in the coordinates to his destination, sneering as the man backed away to close the lid. He smelled the sleep aid being released into the air and his last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were of the woman and what was going to happen to her.

*~*

"Well my little pet, what are we going to do with you?" Frieza whispered while he caressed her face tenderly. Delia was still perched on the armrest, looking even more depressed since Raditz had left the room. Bulma could tell that she had completely submerged herself in her own world to escape her harsh reality. Bulma licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. Her brilliant mind raced, but try as she might, she could think of no solution to her problem.

"Don't look so scared my sweet. I am not going to hurt you. In fact, I want to make sure you are well taken care of. Do you think I would waste your talents in death? Hmm? You are going to go back to Capital World with me, and you are going to put that little network of yours at my personal disposal." He clucked her under the chin. "You are going to my little spy. Won't that be nice?" His white teeth glinted dangerously and Bulma could see the lust shining in his pale eyes, as his hand slide down her bodice to squeeze her breast painfully. Her eyes wide, she nodded that she thought that was a wonderful idea, before she retreated to her own shelter as the Emperor led the two women to his rooms.