Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic Dancer ❯ Proposition ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Fire Kitten 
What kind of Proposition does Freeza have in mind for Vegeta and Bulma...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.22.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 974 | Status: Completed
What kind of Proposition does Freeza have in mind for Vegeta and Bulma...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.22.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 974 | Status: Completed
A/N: I wrote this in between classes. I have an hour between every one of them. It’s crazy to think I am the most creative and inspired when I’m sitting at a public place, at a table in the middle of my college campus, completely oblivious to the people passing by as I drink my 20 oz container of coffee.
Anyways, I just felt like sharing that. Enjoy the chapter. :)
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Proposition
Bulma slowly opened her eyes, blinking a couple times, adjusting her sight to the lavender morning light.
Looking around and gradually getting up, she noticed that she was not in her room. Her room wasn’t as big or as lavishly decorated. Trying to get up, she discovered that she wasn’t wearing anything and quickly gathered as many covers to hide her naked form.
Placing a hand on her for-head, Bulma tried to remember what she had done the previous night.
She heard a moan coming form her side as strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her toward a very warm source.
Her blue hair whipped around as she turned her head to see who it could possibly be.
It was none other than the Saiyan. He seemed completely lost in dream land.
Well, she had done what she was commanded to do and now she had to leave.
Bulma had learned that if she was ordered to bed a man, she had to disappear before he woke up. It was a rule that was strictly enforced by Freeza.
One time she had overslept when she had to make one of Freeza’s very few allies ‘happy’, the handsome ruler of Jaxon, who looked human except that his kind had neon colored eyes with much more body hair to them.
He had woken up before her and when he found her still sleeping on his bed, all hell let loose.
The Jaxon had transformed into what only could be explained as a human wolf. His fangs had come out and he developed a more canine look, with pointy ears, fur, paw-like feet, and a wolf tail…the works.
His growl had woken her up, and when she did he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, threatening her in a language that she couldn’t understand.
Freeza’s men had come soon after, taking her out of the room and into a much smaller room that looked like a dungeon. There she was beaten almost to death.
Needless to say, she wasn’t looking forward to repeating that experience.
So as quietly as she could, she slowly started to free herself of the arm that kept her in place. With much care, she lifted the muscular arm, letting herself slowly roll away from his embrace.
As she did this, she didn’t calculate how far off the bed she had been, as she fell off and hit the floor with a huge ‘THUMP!’
She lay on the floor for a couple seconds, hoping that the sleeping figure above didn’t hear that.
Once she heard that he hadn’t as much as moved, she got to her knees and peeked from the side of the bed to see if he was still indeed sleeping.
He was.
She sighed in relief.
“Ouch.” she said to herself, rubbing her bottom from the fall she just had, having the time to actually soothe the small pain.
Bulma got up and proceeded to find her costume and something less ‘showy’ to wear.
She found a rather simple, considering the rich environment she found herself in, robe and put that on, liking the way the silk felt on her exposed skin.
Bulma stopped before him, unable to prevent her temptation and ran her hand across one of his cheeks. He had been an exceptional lover. Passionate, untamed, fiery, and rather aggressive. She could almost say that he was the best she ever had.
She stopped and went around and picked up everything she had worn the previous night, hating the way they chimed and shook noisily as her garments didn’t cooperate in trying to keep silence.
Once she got everything, she made her way out of the room, finding a Saiyan and a Cold standing guard.
They gave her a hard look that made her nervous.
The blue haired woman just smiled tensely as she made her way toward her room, her task accomplished.
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KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!
Vegeta woke up to a knock on the door. He turned form laying belly down to lying on his back, grumbling under his breath.
“Who is it!?” he yelled at the being at the other side of the door.
The knock continued with out an answer.
Vegeta swore to himself, “Come in!”
Dodoria came in, his large, spiky self making Vegeta frown in disgust.
“What do you want?” Vegeta asked as he lifted himself of from his bed, leaning on his elbows.
“Freeza ask for you and your men to join him in the Conference room. Be there in fifteen minutes.” the large pink man informed him.
Vegeta just observed him as he turned and left his room.
He lay back down, staring up at the ceiling, not wanting to go to that meeting.
His thought drifted to the dancer he had met last night. He hadn’t even heard or felt her leave. Vegeta had always been a light sleeper and was especially alert when he had to visit the planet Frost, but he was surprised that he had slept through her leaving. She couldn’t have been that quiet, could she?
Never the less, he had spent an exhilarating time with her. He knew that she had some experience to her, but he never thought a woman could match him.
With a stretch, he got up to get dressed and go to the meeting Freeza had arranged.
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Bulma walked into her room, once again completely beat from the previous events.
Dropping her costume on the floor, she went over to her little clothes rack taking out a light violet uniform that looked a lot like, in her opinion, what you would wear to a yoga class back on earth.
She put on simple shoes and a hair band to put her hair up in a high pony-tail, ready to head off to her dancing ‘boot camp’ before she was late.
Yawning she headed to the ‘gym’, the place where you could find her every morning.
“Hey, B, what’s up chick?” she heard a voice from behind her.
Bulma turned around only to be met with Chi Chi, another survivor of earth who she had quickly made friends with once finding out they were from the same place.
The blue eyed female gave her friend an annoyed look.
“Aww, come on. Why are you so cranky this morning?”
“I had to take care of some guy last night.” Bulma told her.
“Oh, I see.” Chi Chi looked down at the floor understanding what Bulma had just been put through.
They walked silently to where the rest of the girls were at, finding a place on the floor to start all of their stretches.
They met a lot more dancers their, all doing the same thing they were doing till their instructor came.
The dance room had a huge wall made out of a mirror which stood next to the hall, and you could see the dancers through this glass mirror if you were to walk through the hall.
When there weren’t any instructors around, one or two of the servants that had made friends with the dancers would come in to chat. Most of them are the younger girls looking up to these Aphrodite-like women who came in for advice.
You see, when you first arrive at the Frost planet, at best you are a slave, thus you will have to live day to day doing the same cleaning, duties, chores…in other words, your life-time career and job is to pick up after everybody and everything. They own you.
However, there are times when, if they decide and see that you’re pretty ‘easy on the eyes’, they start training you to become a dancer.
So in a place where you find yourself completely hopeless, you’ll do anything for that little sparkle of light that could promise a better life, which was exactly what becoming a dancer symbolized to the young servants.
“So, how did the dance go last night?” came the voice of a plump older female from the entry as she cautiously made her way inside the room. Her skin was orange, and her hair grey, and had always acted like a mother figure to the younger ladies. She never got the chance to become a dancer, but that never shattered her optimism.
“It was fine, there were fewer men than usual, but all in all, it was fine.” Bulma told her.
“Did anyone catch your eye?”
“Mona, you know I don’t like that kind of stuff.”
Mona had always been a hopeless romantic and laughed at what Bulma just said.
“Bulma spent the night with a man.” Chi Chi informed her, giving Bulma a playful look.
“Oh, did she?” Mona asked.
“Not by choice.” Bulma explained.
“Did you enjoy it, child?”
Bulma blushed as she continued stretching.
The rest of the room, who had been listening to the conversation ‘Oooh-ed’ at the blue haired dancer, noticing that she had turned red.
“Now, child, who was it that you bed last night?” Mona continued her questioning.
“Don’t really know. He is Saiyan though.”
“Ah a Saiyan. Vicious fighters, but passionate lovers.”
“And he was a royal. I could tell.” Chi Chi added. “He had tall hair that looked like a fire and he was wearing a red cape. He was kinda short though.”
“A Saiyan royal with flame like hair? Could it be King Vegeta you’re talking about?”
“King Vegeta?” Bulma asked.
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Vegeta walked silently through the halls of the Frost castle, going to the Meeting room, just as Freeza had asked him.
He assumed that everyone was already there; after all he took his sweet old time getting dressed. Just a small act of rebellion against Freeza.
As he entered the room he saw what he had expected, everyone was there.
He walked toward his men, his foot steps being loudly heard through the silence of the room as all the beings there watched him.
Vegeta looked over at Freeza liking the way he was fuming at him. The evil lizard narrowed his eyes at him, knowing fully well that the Saiyan leader was doing that on purpose.
“Let’s begin.” Freeza said once Vegeta had taken his seat.
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The meeting dragged on incredibly slow. Though most of the topics were of use to him and he didn’t pay attention to most of them, his mind seemed to be wondering off to that damn dancer.
All he could think about was her; the way she moved with the music, the noises she made, the way her body jumped and reacted to his ministrations, the faces she made that told him exactly how much she was enjoying what he did to her, everything.
Then there were all the things she did to him. There were too many words that could describe all those feelings, far too many to choose from.
“Prince Vegeta.”
He looked up at Freeza.
“Did you hear anything I had just said?” asked the pastel monster.
“Yes.” Vegeta lied.
“Good, I hope you and your troops won’t fail with the purge of Atlantica.”
The lizard continued speaking, explaining to everybody of his strategies.
When everything was finally over Freeza had excused them, giving them the orders of his future plans.
Vegeta was the last to get up, letting all the others exit before him. Just as he was to leave a voice stopped him.
“Prince Vegeta.”
He didn’t turn around, feeling that he was so close to leaving the presence of the being he most despises, and now he had to put up with him longer.
“Turn around and look at me.” Freeza ordered.
The Saiyan king turned around with a snarl on his face
Freeza laughed, his feminine voice agitating Vegeta’s ears.
“Now Prince don’t look at me like that. Come, have a seat.”
Vegeta reluctantly accepted.
“Your mind was somewhere else today. Was it not? You didn’t seem to be paying attention. That’s not like you, Prince.”
“What’s you point?”
“Don’t get so defensive. I know where your thoughts and attention were running off to. It’s that blue haired dancer. Isn’t it?”
Dark, onyx orbs glared at the Freeza, pure hate evident in his eyes.
“Would you like to take her with you? She would make a pretty little ornament for your bed. Don’t you think?”
There was still silence from Vegeta.
“This is how it’ll be arranged. I’ll give her to you now. She’ll go with you on your trip, you’ll do what ever you want with her, and if you succeed with Atlantica, if you like, she’ll be yours. If you don’t, then at least you would have enjoyed her…services. It’s a win-win situation. Just see it as a token of my appreciation for all your hard work. So what do you say, Prince?”
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Bulma had just finished with her training as she took some time to stop at a balcony to look out one of the windows, seeing the planets rings shine against the now dark indigo sky.
She was exhausted, but that’s never new. The blue haired woman was always tired, collapsing on her bed every night from being well over-worked, over-instructed, and over-trained. Plus, there were times when she had to perform; some nights the fatigue almost feeling as if it would kill her.
“Hey, you.” she heard from behind her, knowing for sure they will have her sent to her room as the prisoner she was.
Turning around, she was met with a Frost soldier.
“What is it?”
“Lord Freeza wants your presence in his room immediately.” it told her. She always had a hard time telling the male from the female apart in that race.
He turned around, with Bulma following him, wondering about what she had done this time for him to have Freeza asked her to his personal quarters.
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As she entered his room, she was met with him standing in front of her.
The door closed forcefully behind her, the noise making her jump.
“I have something I want you to do.” Freeza got straight to the point.
Bulma raised an eyebrow, “What would that be…Lord Freeza?” she asked, hating saying his name, but more giving him that honorable title, and despising having to bow for him.
He smiled at her show of respect. “Raise.” he ordered her.
She did as she was told.
“Tell me something. What is it that you wish and desire for the most in the universe?”
Bulma was confused. What was he getting at?
“I don’t understand…”
“Is it freedom that you’re seeking?”
Bulma frowned, afraid of what to say.
“Just answer truthfully.”
“Yes. That’s what I want.”
“How would you feel if I told you I could give you that?”
“Why?”
“I have something I want you to do. I believe you were acquainted with Prince Vegeta, were you not?”
“Prince? I was told that it was the King I met, Lord.”
“He is not a King yet. You’re not a King unless you have your own Kingdom to rule. His planet belongs to me. Now, this is where you come in.”
Bulma was more than just intrigued by this, as she listened intently.
“You will go with the Saiyans on their trip, you will accompany the Prince.”
“Very well.”
“I want you to weaken him.”
“Weaken him?”
“Yes, he and his kind are getting too strong. Make him love you. Make him be completely infatuated with you, so that all he can think about is you, and so he could lose all track of his…priorities. I want him to be obsessed, love-struck idiot. Can you make that happen?”
“I don…”
“How bad do you want that freedom?”
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A/N: So what did you guys think? I didn’t get many reviews. I was pretty bummed out. I thought I did a fairly good job writing this story so far. I guess not. Then again, most people don’t even read anything that isn’t at least six chapters long.
I’ll still keep writing though, after all it’s what I love. :)
Anyways, I just felt like sharing that. Enjoy the chapter. :)
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Proposition
Bulma slowly opened her eyes, blinking a couple times, adjusting her sight to the lavender morning light.
Looking around and gradually getting up, she noticed that she was not in her room. Her room wasn’t as big or as lavishly decorated. Trying to get up, she discovered that she wasn’t wearing anything and quickly gathered as many covers to hide her naked form.
Placing a hand on her for-head, Bulma tried to remember what she had done the previous night.
She heard a moan coming form her side as strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her toward a very warm source.
Her blue hair whipped around as she turned her head to see who it could possibly be.
It was none other than the Saiyan. He seemed completely lost in dream land.
Well, she had done what she was commanded to do and now she had to leave.
Bulma had learned that if she was ordered to bed a man, she had to disappear before he woke up. It was a rule that was strictly enforced by Freeza.
One time she had overslept when she had to make one of Freeza’s very few allies ‘happy’, the handsome ruler of Jaxon, who looked human except that his kind had neon colored eyes with much more body hair to them.
He had woken up before her and when he found her still sleeping on his bed, all hell let loose.
The Jaxon had transformed into what only could be explained as a human wolf. His fangs had come out and he developed a more canine look, with pointy ears, fur, paw-like feet, and a wolf tail…the works.
His growl had woken her up, and when she did he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet, threatening her in a language that she couldn’t understand.
Freeza’s men had come soon after, taking her out of the room and into a much smaller room that looked like a dungeon. There she was beaten almost to death.
Needless to say, she wasn’t looking forward to repeating that experience.
So as quietly as she could, she slowly started to free herself of the arm that kept her in place. With much care, she lifted the muscular arm, letting herself slowly roll away from his embrace.
As she did this, she didn’t calculate how far off the bed she had been, as she fell off and hit the floor with a huge ‘THUMP!’
She lay on the floor for a couple seconds, hoping that the sleeping figure above didn’t hear that.
Once she heard that he hadn’t as much as moved, she got to her knees and peeked from the side of the bed to see if he was still indeed sleeping.
He was.
She sighed in relief.
“Ouch.” she said to herself, rubbing her bottom from the fall she just had, having the time to actually soothe the small pain.
Bulma got up and proceeded to find her costume and something less ‘showy’ to wear.
She found a rather simple, considering the rich environment she found herself in, robe and put that on, liking the way the silk felt on her exposed skin.
Bulma stopped before him, unable to prevent her temptation and ran her hand across one of his cheeks. He had been an exceptional lover. Passionate, untamed, fiery, and rather aggressive. She could almost say that he was the best she ever had.
She stopped and went around and picked up everything she had worn the previous night, hating the way they chimed and shook noisily as her garments didn’t cooperate in trying to keep silence.
Once she got everything, she made her way out of the room, finding a Saiyan and a Cold standing guard.
They gave her a hard look that made her nervous.
The blue haired woman just smiled tensely as she made her way toward her room, her task accomplished.
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KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!
Vegeta woke up to a knock on the door. He turned form laying belly down to lying on his back, grumbling under his breath.
“Who is it!?” he yelled at the being at the other side of the door.
The knock continued with out an answer.
Vegeta swore to himself, “Come in!”
Dodoria came in, his large, spiky self making Vegeta frown in disgust.
“What do you want?” Vegeta asked as he lifted himself of from his bed, leaning on his elbows.
“Freeza ask for you and your men to join him in the Conference room. Be there in fifteen minutes.” the large pink man informed him.
Vegeta just observed him as he turned and left his room.
He lay back down, staring up at the ceiling, not wanting to go to that meeting.
His thought drifted to the dancer he had met last night. He hadn’t even heard or felt her leave. Vegeta had always been a light sleeper and was especially alert when he had to visit the planet Frost, but he was surprised that he had slept through her leaving. She couldn’t have been that quiet, could she?
Never the less, he had spent an exhilarating time with her. He knew that she had some experience to her, but he never thought a woman could match him.
With a stretch, he got up to get dressed and go to the meeting Freeza had arranged.
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Bulma walked into her room, once again completely beat from the previous events.
Dropping her costume on the floor, she went over to her little clothes rack taking out a light violet uniform that looked a lot like, in her opinion, what you would wear to a yoga class back on earth.
She put on simple shoes and a hair band to put her hair up in a high pony-tail, ready to head off to her dancing ‘boot camp’ before she was late.
Yawning she headed to the ‘gym’, the place where you could find her every morning.
“Hey, B, what’s up chick?” she heard a voice from behind her.
Bulma turned around only to be met with Chi Chi, another survivor of earth who she had quickly made friends with once finding out they were from the same place.
The blue eyed female gave her friend an annoyed look.
“Aww, come on. Why are you so cranky this morning?”
“I had to take care of some guy last night.” Bulma told her.
“Oh, I see.” Chi Chi looked down at the floor understanding what Bulma had just been put through.
They walked silently to where the rest of the girls were at, finding a place on the floor to start all of their stretches.
They met a lot more dancers their, all doing the same thing they were doing till their instructor came.
The dance room had a huge wall made out of a mirror which stood next to the hall, and you could see the dancers through this glass mirror if you were to walk through the hall.
When there weren’t any instructors around, one or two of the servants that had made friends with the dancers would come in to chat. Most of them are the younger girls looking up to these Aphrodite-like women who came in for advice.
You see, when you first arrive at the Frost planet, at best you are a slave, thus you will have to live day to day doing the same cleaning, duties, chores…in other words, your life-time career and job is to pick up after everybody and everything. They own you.
However, there are times when, if they decide and see that you’re pretty ‘easy on the eyes’, they start training you to become a dancer.
So in a place where you find yourself completely hopeless, you’ll do anything for that little sparkle of light that could promise a better life, which was exactly what becoming a dancer symbolized to the young servants.
“So, how did the dance go last night?” came the voice of a plump older female from the entry as she cautiously made her way inside the room. Her skin was orange, and her hair grey, and had always acted like a mother figure to the younger ladies. She never got the chance to become a dancer, but that never shattered her optimism.
“It was fine, there were fewer men than usual, but all in all, it was fine.” Bulma told her.
“Did anyone catch your eye?”
“Mona, you know I don’t like that kind of stuff.”
Mona had always been a hopeless romantic and laughed at what Bulma just said.
“Bulma spent the night with a man.” Chi Chi informed her, giving Bulma a playful look.
“Oh, did she?” Mona asked.
“Not by choice.” Bulma explained.
“Did you enjoy it, child?”
Bulma blushed as she continued stretching.
The rest of the room, who had been listening to the conversation ‘Oooh-ed’ at the blue haired dancer, noticing that she had turned red.
“Now, child, who was it that you bed last night?” Mona continued her questioning.
“Don’t really know. He is Saiyan though.”
“Ah a Saiyan. Vicious fighters, but passionate lovers.”
“And he was a royal. I could tell.” Chi Chi added. “He had tall hair that looked like a fire and he was wearing a red cape. He was kinda short though.”
“A Saiyan royal with flame like hair? Could it be King Vegeta you’re talking about?”
“King Vegeta?” Bulma asked.
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Vegeta walked silently through the halls of the Frost castle, going to the Meeting room, just as Freeza had asked him.
He assumed that everyone was already there; after all he took his sweet old time getting dressed. Just a small act of rebellion against Freeza.
As he entered the room he saw what he had expected, everyone was there.
He walked toward his men, his foot steps being loudly heard through the silence of the room as all the beings there watched him.
Vegeta looked over at Freeza liking the way he was fuming at him. The evil lizard narrowed his eyes at him, knowing fully well that the Saiyan leader was doing that on purpose.
“Let’s begin.” Freeza said once Vegeta had taken his seat.
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The meeting dragged on incredibly slow. Though most of the topics were of use to him and he didn’t pay attention to most of them, his mind seemed to be wondering off to that damn dancer.
All he could think about was her; the way she moved with the music, the noises she made, the way her body jumped and reacted to his ministrations, the faces she made that told him exactly how much she was enjoying what he did to her, everything.
Then there were all the things she did to him. There were too many words that could describe all those feelings, far too many to choose from.
“Prince Vegeta.”
He looked up at Freeza.
“Did you hear anything I had just said?” asked the pastel monster.
“Yes.” Vegeta lied.
“Good, I hope you and your troops won’t fail with the purge of Atlantica.”
The lizard continued speaking, explaining to everybody of his strategies.
When everything was finally over Freeza had excused them, giving them the orders of his future plans.
Vegeta was the last to get up, letting all the others exit before him. Just as he was to leave a voice stopped him.
“Prince Vegeta.”
He didn’t turn around, feeling that he was so close to leaving the presence of the being he most despises, and now he had to put up with him longer.
“Turn around and look at me.” Freeza ordered.
The Saiyan king turned around with a snarl on his face
Freeza laughed, his feminine voice agitating Vegeta’s ears.
“Now Prince don’t look at me like that. Come, have a seat.”
Vegeta reluctantly accepted.
“Your mind was somewhere else today. Was it not? You didn’t seem to be paying attention. That’s not like you, Prince.”
“What’s you point?”
“Don’t get so defensive. I know where your thoughts and attention were running off to. It’s that blue haired dancer. Isn’t it?”
Dark, onyx orbs glared at the Freeza, pure hate evident in his eyes.
“Would you like to take her with you? She would make a pretty little ornament for your bed. Don’t you think?”
There was still silence from Vegeta.
“This is how it’ll be arranged. I’ll give her to you now. She’ll go with you on your trip, you’ll do what ever you want with her, and if you succeed with Atlantica, if you like, she’ll be yours. If you don’t, then at least you would have enjoyed her…services. It’s a win-win situation. Just see it as a token of my appreciation for all your hard work. So what do you say, Prince?”
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Bulma had just finished with her training as she took some time to stop at a balcony to look out one of the windows, seeing the planets rings shine against the now dark indigo sky.
She was exhausted, but that’s never new. The blue haired woman was always tired, collapsing on her bed every night from being well over-worked, over-instructed, and over-trained. Plus, there were times when she had to perform; some nights the fatigue almost feeling as if it would kill her.
“Hey, you.” she heard from behind her, knowing for sure they will have her sent to her room as the prisoner she was.
Turning around, she was met with a Frost soldier.
“What is it?”
“Lord Freeza wants your presence in his room immediately.” it told her. She always had a hard time telling the male from the female apart in that race.
He turned around, with Bulma following him, wondering about what she had done this time for him to have Freeza asked her to his personal quarters.
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As she entered his room, she was met with him standing in front of her.
The door closed forcefully behind her, the noise making her jump.
“I have something I want you to do.” Freeza got straight to the point.
Bulma raised an eyebrow, “What would that be…Lord Freeza?” she asked, hating saying his name, but more giving him that honorable title, and despising having to bow for him.
He smiled at her show of respect. “Raise.” he ordered her.
She did as she was told.
“Tell me something. What is it that you wish and desire for the most in the universe?”
Bulma was confused. What was he getting at?
“I don’t understand…”
“Is it freedom that you’re seeking?”
Bulma frowned, afraid of what to say.
“Just answer truthfully.”
“Yes. That’s what I want.”
“How would you feel if I told you I could give you that?”
“Why?”
“I have something I want you to do. I believe you were acquainted with Prince Vegeta, were you not?”
“Prince? I was told that it was the King I met, Lord.”
“He is not a King yet. You’re not a King unless you have your own Kingdom to rule. His planet belongs to me. Now, this is where you come in.”
Bulma was more than just intrigued by this, as she listened intently.
“You will go with the Saiyans on their trip, you will accompany the Prince.”
“Very well.”
“I want you to weaken him.”
“Weaken him?”
“Yes, he and his kind are getting too strong. Make him love you. Make him be completely infatuated with you, so that all he can think about is you, and so he could lose all track of his…priorities. I want him to be obsessed, love-struck idiot. Can you make that happen?”
“I don…”
“How bad do you want that freedom?”
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A/N: So what did you guys think? I didn’t get many reviews. I was pretty bummed out. I thought I did a fairly good job writing this story so far. I guess not. Then again, most people don’t even read anything that isn’t at least six chapters long.
I’ll still keep writing though, after all it’s what I love. :)