Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ A Start Of Something Or Nothing ( Chapter 13 )

Alright my dears, here you go, another chapter for you all.

I would like to thank aylawilson16 for beta'ing for me, and staying up with me until the wee hours in the morning. Also, my buddy aylawilson16 has drawn a fanart of our couple in their formal wear. Go to my profile, I've posted the link =)

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There is a lemon in this chapter (I can hear preciousjade76 squee with delight as well as all my other readers hahaha)

I know I'm forgetting something…. Eh, it'll come to me.

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He jetted off to a darker side of the island that was only lit by the soft moon light. He heaved her off of his shoulder, placing her on the sand and quickly backed away from her. He needed to get away from her. He had lost control back there, and was not happy with himself… or her for that matter. He just needed a few moments to regain control, to ensure he wouldn't let his raging hormones get the best of him again.

She stood there for a moment, somewhat in a daze from what had just happened.

“What was that??” she asked, breathlessly.

He didn't answer. He simply turned away from her towards the distant horizon.

Bulma walked towards him, not quite sure if she should thank him or scream and yell at him. As she approached, he visibly tensed and shifted his weight away from her. She stopped just a few inches away and reached for him, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder.

Bulma retracted her arm when he whipped around, snarling at her. He was terrifying, the look in his eyes was purely feral. If she didn't know any better it looked like an animal was trying to come out of it cage.

“Don't touch me!” He half screamed at her. He inwardly kicked himself for making her shrink back in fear, but half of him was thankful she did. If she came any closer, he would be powerless against her right now. He couldn't blame her because she probably wasn't aware of what she was doing to him. And what he did at the party didn't help his cause.

She staggered a few steps back at his outburst, and even though she was frightened, she stood her ground.

He took a large intake of air, his animalistic orbs still piercing through her.

“What are you doing to me??” He growled his arms stiffly at his sides and his fists clenched tight making his knuckles white. “Do you have any idea what you are doing to me, Bulma??”

She looked at him wide eyed, her mouth a gape. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say. She really wanted to ask the same question to him, but was too scared to say anything. Vegeta was a loose cannon and wasn't sure what was going through his head right now. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but was worried that he would take his frustrations out on innocent people or possibly the planet.

He ignored her silence and continued, but seemed a bit calmer… but not by much.

“Just…” He breathed through gritted teeth. “Stay away from me.”

He turned away from her and took off in the air at high speed, leaving her on the beach, yet again, in the dark and confused as ever.

She entered the dark suite an hour after Vegeta had abandoned her. She stayed on the beach to clear her thoughts and to piece together what the hell was happening between her and the prince… but it didn't really help. The whole flight back to the hotel, Bulma's frustrations festered, and needless to say, by the time she got back she was ready to tear him a new one and then some.

It was obvious he wasn't there. Bulma wasn't even sure if he would even return to her that night. That thought pissed her off. He'd better get his shit together and fix whatever inner issues he was having by then.

She took a nice hot shower and changed into an oversized shirt to sleep in and went to bed, hoping that when she woke up, things would be much clearer, and that Vegeta would have returned.

She woke to the bathroom door being closed and the shower turning on.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. She had only been asleep for two hours or so.

Bulma looked to the closed bathroom door, not sure if she should just go back to sleep or wait for him to get out and give him a piece of her mind. She was still pissed off and the small amount of sleep didn't help her attitude.

She laid down again, taping her fingers on her muscled belly… contemplating.

No, fuck this enough was enough. He was angry at her for making him feel… well she wasn't sure how she was making him feel. BUT he was making her life more confusing than it should be and was causing a lot of sexual tension between her and him. And if the two of them were attracted to one another, ignoring it was obviously not working out.

She burst through the bathroom door and yanked the large glass door to the shower open, taking the prince by surprise.

He looked at her, the shock fading from his eyes, replaced by anger.

“What the fuck do you think you are do-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” She screamed at him as she pointed in his face. “I'm tired of this shit. What the fuck is wrong with you??”

His eyes narrowed at her and he opened his mouth to yell at her again, but didn't get the chance to say it, as she poked his naked chest with her finger.

“No, you don't get to speak. It's my turn.” She poked him again. “What's with this hot and cold bullshit?? You can't stand me one minute and the next your practically on top of me! I can't take this shit anymore, Vegeta! Either you like me or you don't. MAKE UP YOUR DAMNED MIND!!!”

Even though he was naked, and in a shower half lathered with soap, he crossed his arms giving her a stony expression.

She hadn't noticed, but she had stepped into the large shower as she continued to poke him again and again as she verbally assaulted him. Her hair was getting wet and her over sized t-shirt was starting to cling to her body.

“Make up your mind Vegeta so we can get back to our fucking lives! You're driving me insane!!!”

He remained silent, taking in it all in. Which pissed Bulma off.

“Say something you son of a bitch! GAH!” She threw her hands in the air.

They stood there face to face, staring each other down, Bulma's anger and frustration had overflowed ten fold. She slapped him in the face as hard as she could. His head turned slightly at the force of her hit.

He slowly turned his head back to her and she cocked her hand back to slap him again. He caught her wrist mid air and tugged her closer to him.

Growling at her and showing her his sharp k9's he bent down so they were at eye level.

“You don't scare me. You may have the power of intimidation over everybody else, but not me, Vegeta. Not me.” She spat venomously.

His grip tightened at her comment and then let go of her wrist. Quickly he grabbed her by her waist and hoisted her up against the tile and crashed his lips onto hers.

After the initial shock wore off, Bulma kissed him back. Vegeta gave her a growl of approval as he allowed her arms to anchor themselves around his neck as she deepened their kiss.

His previous anger with her melted away as his hormones took over his brain. He guided her legs around his naked waist then slid his hands to her round ass, and squeezed. Bulma moaned into his mouth, making his already hardened erection ache in want.

Vegeta released her lips and dipped his head to her jaw and laid kisses and playful nips on her jaw, where he layed playful nips and kisses He then traveled down her slender neck, softly biting and licking the tender flesh. His gesture earned him a shudder from Bulma as the sensation sent jolts of pleasure down her spine and made her inner thighs tingle. He suddenly stopped and looked at her, his eyes clouded with lust and a hint of uncertainty.

“This means nothing, Woman.” His velvety voice rung out, watching the woman as he spoke.

Bulma, still breathless nodded. “Ya, sure, nothing.”

He gave her a cocky smirk and without saying another word, ripped the oversized, soaked shirt off of Bulma's body, throwing the ripped fabric over his shoulder. She brought him in for another kiss and bucked as his calloused hand gently cupped her breast and flicked his thumb over her hardened nipple. He smirked into their kiss at her reaction to his touch.

Not wanting him to think she couldn't make him have the same reaction, Bulma took one arm from around the prince's neck and slowly trailed her hand down to the fury patch of hair that held his manhood. When she made contact with it, her hand froze and eyes went wide.

“What's the matter woman? Too big for you?” He whispered in her ear.

It was her turn to smirk as she gripped his rock hard erection and slowly stroked it. She was pleased to see his smirk disappear and his eyes almost close as she pet him. She unhooked her other arm from his neck as well as her legs. His eyes snapped open as she did so, giving her a questionable look.

He opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing, when she put a finger over his lips and gave him a playful kiss on the nose. She guided him to turn around so his back was now against the tile. She gave him one last playful smirk and then sank to her knees and grasped his awaiting appendage.

She licked teasingly at the tip and sides and was pleased to feel him shudder. She continued her ministrations until she felt he had enough and then took him into her mouth completely all the while still stroking and petting with her hands.

She watched him from her position, the spray from the shower head weighted his hair, making it look longer, some of it resting on his shoulders. He looked simply amazing, and felt utterly lucky to be in the position she was in now with the god like prince.

His eyes drooped closed and leaned his head back. Never, ever had a woman taken the time to pleasure him like this. Sure, he had paid for whores to pleasure him and the occasional drunken bootycall would try their best, but not like this.

Her free hand slowly traveled up to his chiseled abs and up to his muscular pectorals, lazily going up and down. Her touch was something else too, her smooth silken skin felt good on his own.

“Enough.” He chocked out hoarsely. He was getting way too close to his release, and he needed to gain his dominance. He swiftly scooped her up again, putting her back against the tile. Her legs again wrapped themselves around his waist.

“Are you ready for me, Woman?” He breathed into her ear as he rubbed himself against her inner thigh.

She nodded her head, letting out a moan as he nibbled on her neck.

Finding her waiting folds, he teasingly pushed the tip into her and then back out again. He was making her writhe and arch her back with his sinister moves.

“Please Vegeta, Please.” She moaned into his shoulder.

It was what he had been waiting for… he thrust into her to the hilt and had to stop himself from not biting her neck as she screamed in pleasure. He removed his face from her neck and brought her into another mind searing kiss.

Bulma reached up and gripped the shower door for leverage as Vegeta drove into her again and again. He again, let go of her lips and his own traveled back to her neck. The need to bite down and taste her sweet blood was calling to him with each moan and gasp of pleasure.

“Oh gods Vegeta!” Bulma sung out to him, making him go faster and faster.

He caught himself again! He stopped himself from letting his teeth graze over her neck and concentrated on moving his mouth to her pebbled nipple.

“Holy shit!!” she screamed as the beginning of her climax started to take over. The feel of her inner walls clenched him driving him over the edge as they both screamed out in ecstasy.

They both sunk down onto the shower floor, breathing unevenly, and let the hot water shower over them as they readied themselves for round two.

This was the start of something...

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Her eyes fluttered open from the beeping coming from the alarm clock by the bed. She quickly turned it off, reaching over the very naked sleeping Saiyan she was lying on top of.

He had been awake for an hour now, but was acting like he was asleep. For the most part he was kicking himself mentally. He had gotten real close to biting her, way too close. But, he assured himself that he had gotten the woman out of his system and the need to mate with her was just his crazed hormones getting the best of him.

Gods, if he did slip and would have bitten her, she would have become his mate… forever. And forever scared the ever loving shit out of the Prince.

The movement from her trying to turn the alarm off was causing him to get hard. He gave her a disapproving growl and tossed her off of him as rolled away from her.

“What was that for, ass?”

He growled at her again, making it clear that he was not a morning person. She glared at the back of him and then got out of bed heading to the bathroom to get ready for their meeting with the Perts.

She decided to dress in a simple white halter sun dress, and left her hair down. She put on a pair of cute tennis shoes, just in case the meeting went sour and had to high tale it out of there.

Just as she was finishing lacing up her shoes, the all mighty prince barged into the bathroom, sending an unfriendly glare at Bulma. He continued to the shower and started the water.

“Why are you taking a shower, you took one last night.” She asked, grabbing her throwing knives. She hiked her dress up her thigh and attached the knife holster to her bare leg, unknowingly flashing Vegeta as she did so.

`Naughty Woman, never wears undergarments.'

Watching the show she was putting on for him, he made himself frown at her.

“I reek of sex.” He said gruffly and quickly undressed and went into the shower to quickly wash off.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Don't act like you didn't enjoy yourself.”

“I've had better.” He shrugged and turned away from her, resuming his shower.

She smirked at him and left the bathroom, giving his privacy. He can deny it all he wants. She knew he enjoyed himself thoroughly last night.

After Vegeta quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and some shoes to blend in with everyone else, they headed to the restaurant, which was on the roof of the hotel. Bulma, who was almost always thinking ahead, rented the whole restaurant for two hours. She wanted to make sure there weren't any nosey people eavesdropping in on their conversations. And she certainly didn't want any witnesses just in case things got…messy.

The Perts where already there, sitting at a large table with a spread of food in front of them waiting for their company. Derlyn saw them first, smiling, he stood up extending his hand to Vegeta.

“Ferrel, Alina. How are you two doing this morning?” He said, grimacing as Vegeta took hold of his hand and gave it a hardy shake.

“Doing great, and you?” Bulma smiled at him then at Kierta who was sitting.

“Fine, fine. Sit, please!” He said extending his hands, offering them a seat.

Vegeta pulled out a chair for Bulma. Once she was sitting, and giving her a quick glare at the surprised look she had given him from the polite act, sat down himself and helped himself to the delicious foods in front of him.

“I don't know about you,” Derlyn paused to sip his mimosa. “But I like to conduct business first, that way we can enjoy the rest of our time chit chatting about non business things.”

Bulma sat back in her chair taking a dainty bite out of a danish. “Mm-hmm, I agree.” She studied the Danish in her hand, her face went from sunny and cheerful to all business. Her eyes zeroing in on Derlyn. “Who gave you the information?” he voice now deathly calm but demanding.

Derlyn cocked his head to the side, glancing at Vegeta and then to her. “What do you mean?”

Bulma exhaled and sat back up, dropping her food onto her plate, never taking her eyes off of Derlyn. “I mean, who leaked you the information about my base?”

Kierta shifted nervously, her eyes darting from Bulma to Derlyn. Derlyn stared at Bulma, dumbstruck. His hand slowly making its way to a communicator, that was on the table just a few inches away from his hand.

Bulma acting quickly, drew a throwing knife from her thigh and impaled Derlyn's sleeve onto the table, immobilizing his arm. Kierta jumped and gave out a yelp.

“Shut it, Wench.” Vegeta's barked at Kierta.

“Do you know who I am??” Derlyn raised his voice. He was trying to muscle the knife from the table, but with no such luck.

“Do you know who we are?” Bulma mocked. “Derlyn, I understand your need to keep this planet free, and I wasn't lying when I told you that it is important for it to remain free. But you are going about it the wrong way… selling information to the Cold Empire is not the way to do it.”

Derlny's face twisted into anger. “You're nothing but rebel scum!” He spat.

Vegeta snarled. “Rebel scum… I, the Prince of all Saiyans is not scum, she,” pointing to Bulma. “is not scum. We fight for freedom against tyranny. You should be groveling at our feet you pathetic waste of skin.”

Both Derlyn and Kierta stared at Vegeta in awe.

“Right then… So, let's start again. Derlyn,” Bulma snapped her fingers, getting the man to look at her. “Who gave you the information pertaining to my base?”

Derlyn started to sweat. Looking from Vegeta to Bulma. “I, um.” He pulled at his collar. “I'm not sure who exactly gave it to me. I got a message about a month ago from an anonymous person saying that they would give me valuable information to use as a bargaining chip to keep my planet free.” He wiped his sweaty brow with his free hand. “Some how they knew that Frieza was strong arming me into buying my planet… that or purging it, if I didn't come up with something. So…. I accepted.” He looked as if he was going to cry now.

“Did they want anything in return?” Vegeta asked.

Derlyn nodded his head. “They said that I owed them, and that they would contact me when they felt it was time for me to repay.”

Bulma ground her teeth together. “You will be contacting me when they ask to be repaid.”

“Why should I? I didn't ask for this.” Derlyn whimpered.

Vegeta rolled his eyes as him. His cowardice was laughable. “It is true, you didn't ask for any of this, but by accepting vital information, you would have been responsible for thousands of innocent lives, handing them over to Frieza.”

Kierta looked at Vegeta. “What do you mean `would have been responsible.'? We already uploading the file to Frieza this morning.”

“We took care of that last night. We replaced the file with falsified facts.” Bulma stated. “It's better that you befriend us. We will make sure your planet remains free from both the Saiyan and Cold Empire. But in return, you will never speak of this conversation, will not mention that the Saiyan Prince is a rebel soldier and will contact me immediately when the leak has contacted you… if you defy us you will suffer the wrath of myself and the prince…. And trust me when I say the wrath of my Saiyan prince is much worse than Frieza and King Vegeta combined.” Bulma threatened. Her voice getting icey and steely with each word spoken.

Vegeta sat there a bit taken a back, not only from cold words that were spoken perfectly to strike fear in the puny man's heart, but also by the words that escaped her mouth. What did she mean by her Saiyan Prince?

The couple at the other side of the of the table looked at each other and looked back to Vegeta and Bulma. They both nodded at them, agreeing silently to Bulma's terms.

Bulma grunted at them and reached over, yanking the knife from the table, freeing Derlyn's arm. She then stood up and gave Derlyn a piece of paper with her contact information on it. Vegeta stood up as well, eager to get out of there.

“Thank you, Derlyn.” Bulma bowed her head and smiled slightly at his frazzled wife.

“You're welcome, Princess.” Derlyn said bowing his head to her.

Bulma faltered a bit. Princess? Did he think that she and Vegeta were together? Before she could correct him, Vegeta grabbed hold of her arm and yanked out of the restaurant.

On the ride back to the beach house, Bulma asked why Derlyn called her Princess, and why he didn't give her time to correct him?

Vegeta shrugged, telling her that it was a good idea to make him believe that she was a Princess. “If he thinks you are my princess it will lower the chance of him double crossing us…” He seemed indifferent as he spoke and kept his eyes in front of him as he spoke.

Bulma nodded her head. Indeed, his assumption might help them…

There was a few beat of silence and then Vegeta spoke. “Why did you give yourself that name?”

Bulma looked at him and then back at the controls of her hover jet. “I'm not that sure, actually. Why?”

“It's my mother's name.” said Vegeta as he shifted his body, looking out the window next to him.

Bulma wasn't really sure what to say to that… had she read that in his file and subliminally chose the Saiyan Queen's name?

They both remained silent for the duration of the trip back.

They got back late after noon. Vegeta went straight to training and Bulma decided to hang out with Chi Chi on the beach and tell her how the mission went. She opted to keep some information to herself… like the part where she and Vegeta had sex, not once, but three times. Chi Chi didn't need to know that part.

Meanwhile, Raditz approached Vegeta as he did his warm up kata. He quickly synced himself with his prince, mirroring his moves.

“…So… How'd it go?” Raditz asked playfully.

Vegeta frowned. “Fine.”

Raditz cocky smirk widened into a smile. “Did you fuck her yet?”

Vegeta balked at his friend's blunt question. “If you must know, yes.” He said, continuing his kata.

“aaaaand??” Raditz stopped.

Honestly, sometimes Vegeta thought Raditz was worse than a woman.

“And, what, moron??” Vegeta growledd out as he picked up the pace in his warm up.

“And, was I right? Are you going to mate her or did you get her out of your system??”

Vegeta halted. “Mate her?” Damn him. It took a lot of will power not to bite her… a lot. But he wouldn't give Raditz the satisfaction. “No, idiot. I fucked her, and is now out of my system. I will not be bound to the harpy wench. Now, if you don't mind, I have catching up to do.” Vegeta started his warm up again, ignoring Raditz's sly look.

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They all fell into a comfortable rhythm for the rest of their leave time. Everyday, Vegeta would disappear to train by himself and would come back to spar after lunch time. Bulma spent her days tinkering on side projects and enjoying her down time with Chi Chi and little Gohan, while the others trained and goofed around. It was nice to see Raditz and Nappa loosen up a bit. They even would sit down with the women and Goku and share funny stories or participate in small talk.

After dinner time all of them went to the bar, Goku and Chi Chi rented a nanny bot almost every single night, and would dance and get liquored up. Bulma always found an excuse not to go, telling them that she had to work on a few things for when the Saiyans returned to Frieza.

Vegeta wouldn't go with them, due to him training well into the late evening, and would come back to the beach house after everyone was gone.

Bulma took advantage of the alone time. He made it very clear that he wouldn't not have sex with her again, but she enjoyed time with him, non the less.

She introduced him to more `Earth Music' and found that he rather enjoyed some songs she played for him on her MP3 player. He'd watch her tinker on some inventions and showed interest in what she was doing. He would never out right ask her questions, but would watch her intently as she sat at the table. She would explain to him what she was doing and tell him what a certain wire was for and why she did this that and the other. Some nights, they would find themselves on the couch watching movies. She found it amusing that the Prince of Saiyans enjoyed her favorites, like Alien and Aliens, Doom and even Star Wars. He even participated in light conversation.

There would be the occasional awkward moment when one of them would accidentally brush up against the other. There was a close call when Bulma was showing Vegeta the circuitry for one of her inventions. He had inched closer to get a better look, neither of them noticing that their faces were mere mili-meters away.

They both stared at each other for a moment and back away at the same time, both blushing furiously.

Vegeta hated to admit it, but spending time with the Woman wasn't as bad as he thought. She was actually quite intelligent and her sharp tongue and witty come backs to his insults amused him. He pushed the urge to take her again, telling himself over and over again that it was the best thing for him, and hoped that in time the need for her would burn out.

The night before they were to meet up with their mystery rescue, Vegeta suddenly announced that he and his men would depart early the next morning.

Bulma's heart sunk. She knew he had to leave. But it didn't change the fact that the thought of him returning to such a tyrannical ass hole, who took pleasure in making he and his men lives miserable made her want to latch onto his ankle, scream and cry to make him stay with her.

She swallowed the juvenile urge and absently nodded her head.

“I'm not finished with your spy gear.” Bulma said, her voice cracked with emotion. She quickly cleared her throat, making it sound stern to hide her sadness. “I will have to send it to you, once I'm finished. In the mean time you guys keep your eyes and ears open to anything that might prove useful to us.”

“How will you send the `spy gear'… whatever that is… if you remember, we all live on Frieza's flag ship, it will be hard to receive anything without raising suspicion.”

Bulma swiped her hand at him dismissively. “Don't you worry about that.”

Vegeta let out a `HA!' “If I remember correctly, you and your idiot friend alerted the whole fleet of one of Frieza's ships of your presence.”

Bulma put on a fake pouty face, sticking her lip out. “Aww Vegeta, you have no faith in me.”

Vegeta shook his head at her. “Whatever.”

She continued. “Bardock wants you to find out what your mission line up is. Once we know where they are sending you, we will evacuate the planet's tenants, making it so it looks like you and your team eradicated them. And since it takes time to get from planet to planet, you all can spend your `mission time' training at our base.”

Vegeta listened to her thoughtfully. It sounded full proof. He grunted an approval, then retreated to the kitchen, leaving her with her laptop in the living area of the home.

Her tools, the invention she tinkered on nightly and other piles of belongings littered the kitchen table. As he passed the table the picture of her and Goku caught his eye. He ran his finger over the picture, a small warm smile crested his lips at the happy, toothy smile she was giving to the camera. He would give anything to feel the joy and happiness that she was showing , if only for a moment.

Bulma didn't mean to sleep in. She rolled over, seeing what time it was. It took her a few moments for the numbers on the digital clock was showing her.

7:19am

…7:19… “SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!” She jolted out of bed and ran down to Vegeta's room.

Gone.

She went to Raditz's room.

Gone too.

Not even a goodbye. It took her a second to decide that this was best. A goodbye would have definitely been awkward between the two. Plus, she'd be seeing him soon enough.

She went down stairs to make some coffee. As it brewed, she went to the table to clean her mess up, since this was her last day there. She encapsulated everything into their proper capsules.

She was too busy trying the stifle the feeling of missing Vegeta, and even Raditz and Nappa that she didn't even notice the missing picture from the pile of others that littered the kitchen table.

Bulma and Goku sent Yamcha and Dory to prep the ship as they met up with their mystery rescue.

Bardock said that once they picked him or her up, to go straight to the ship and get to base ASAP. No detours of any kind. She knew he meant business, since he repeated him self three times.

They were to wait at the beach, their rescue would approach them.

They sat there, talking about baby Gohan when a beautiful woman with long dark hair with gorgeous familiar deep shimmering black eyes walked up to them.

“Bulma? Goku?” her sweet voice asked.

They both nodded.

“Hello, my name's Alina.”

It took them a full three days to get to Frieza's flag ship which also served as Vegeta, Nappa and Raditz's home.

Bulma had given him an encapsulated ship, and even programmed the ship's computers to look like they had traveled double the distance than they really did, just in case Frieza wanted to check the ships nav computer to see where Vegeta and his men `escaped' from. She made it so it would appear that their destination had been a dead planet that used to house the rebellions old base, before they had the ever moving base ship built.

She event went as far as to program the ship's regen tanks to show that all three of them were in them for the duration of their trip. `Because,' she told Vegeta. `if you escaped from being tortured and questioned for three or four weeks straight, you guys would need a regen tank' She smirked at him. `Strategical genius.' She pointed to her head, winking at him.

Zarbon was there waiting for them when they landed and immediately escorted them to Frieza's throne room. The long walk there was silent, which put Vegeta on edge. Zorbon always had something to say.

They entered and immediately dropped to one knee, bowing their heads in respect to the lizard.

“Ah, my monkey's.” Frieza's sickly sweet voice permeated the purple granite filled room. Vegeta grimaced, the foul high pitched voice, grating on his extra sensitive ears. “I was starting to think the rebel scum had killed you all. But, here you are.” He smiled. “Prince Vegeta, please,tell me what happened?”

Vegeta rose to his feet, Raditz and Nappa following suit.

“Three rebels broke us out of the brig on the transport ship. They then blindfolded us, took us on our ship and took us to an unknown planet. From there we were questioned and tortured. We were able to break free, commandeer a ship and return here.”

Frieza kept his eyes on Vegeta, nodding his head as the prince talked. “Yes, yes, well of course we cannot know if that surely happened, as all of the surveillance equipment was wiped out just minutes before your apparent kidnapping. That and there were no survivors on the ship to back up your story.”

Vegeta's tail tightened around his waist. He needed Frieza to buy what he was telling him. Being tortured was not on his agenda. But he and Bulma went over every instance. He was confident that the blasted lizard would believe him… Bulma sure was confident.

The lizards tail thwaped a few times and then he stood from his floating throne and slowly made his way up to Vegeta.

“…and what did they ask you?” he asked, letting his index finger run up and down Vegeta's bicep and back and he walked in slow lazy circles around him. Vegeta grit his teeth and bit down a growl. His skin crawled as his scaly fingers caressed his bare skin.

“They wanted to know where all of your base planets were and how many men were stationed there. They also asked how many forms you can take and wanted to know about this flag ship.” Vegeta stood perfectly still and kept his eyes forward, trying to keep from shuddering in disgust from the touch of his master.

He cackled and walked to face the three saiyans. “Such amateurs!” he cackled again and climbed back into his floating chair. “A bunch of puny aliens from back water planets are trying to overthrow me, Zorbon! Can you believe it?”

Zarbon gave his lord a smirk. “Pathetic.” He drawled.

“So, Vegeta, what did you tell them. Hmmm?”

“We told them nothing, My Lord.” Vegeta bit out.

Frieza was silent for a few beats. The longer he waited to say something, the more Vegeta started to think they were doomed. He was thankful that he had years and years of experience in keeping a calm and cool posterior. “Of course not, my monkeys would never double cross me, would they?”

“No, my lord.” Vegeta said, trying his hardest to keep his voice even.

“Mmmmm” Frieza hummed as he smirked at the trio. “Well then,” He rubbed his clawed hands together. “You will receive new orders in a day or two time. Enjoy your down time, you three have a lot of work to catch up on.”

The three saiyans bowed and headed towards the exit.

“Oh, and prince Vegeta.”

Vegeta's muscles tensed as he turned around to face his master.

“If I find that you or your men in any way have betrayed me or are plotting something, I will rip your spine out and wear it as an accessory.” Frieza said this with a smile and then disregarded him completely as he called Zorbon over for a conversation.

Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa walked swiftly down the halls towards their separate living areas. Vegeta didn't give him one glance as the door to his quarters slid open and shut behind him. Doing a quick scan making sure nobody took it upon themselves to break in and mess with his shit, he flopped down onto his bed. He then reached into his boot and took out the picture of Bulma he swiped from her before he left. He had torn the idiot out of the picture, not wanting to look at his mug.

He stared at the picture and allowed a small smile on his face, only because he was behind closed doors.

He rubbed his thumb over Bulma's beautiful face. His thoughts ventured to his time with the woman… one time in particular… he smirked. She was without a doubt the best lay he had ever had in his twenty two years of life. The way she made him feel was unbelievable, and it made him want more… which scared the shit out of him.

On the way back to Frieza's ship he actually entertained the thought of mating her. But that thought was a brief one and he was angry at himself for even considering such an asinine thought.

He quickly stuffed the picture back in his boot and turned the lights out, and attempted sleep… and just as he drifted off to sleep there was a knock at the door.

“Fuck off.” He hollered and growled as there was another knock.

He got up and angrily yanked the door open and was greeted by two cerulean eyes smiling up at him.