Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The past is better forgotten ❯ Flashback Part III ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Missq 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.24.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 594 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.24.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 594 | Status: Completed
~*~*~Chapter 8 Flashback part III~*~*~
I would have to say that my writing has drastically improved since I started writing my first FF.net story a few months ago.
I put a lot of time into this chapter, first I wrote it, then I practically spent hours editing and adding to it.
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Bulma entered her room and collapsed on the bed. What was she thinking, this was Vegeta for crying out loud. The one person Freeza hated above all others.
Ever since she was little she could remember Freeza ordering her to stay away from the Saiyans. Never to socialise or talk to any of them apart from Brolly. He was probably afraid that their behaviour and attitude would rub off on her. The last thing Freeza needed was for his scientist to be on their kill Freeza campaign. If her lord ever found out about tonight he would kill her and bleed her body dry.
Bulma sighed, too late now she had already agree to have dinner with him. She wasn't the sort of person that didn't follow her word.
What the hell possessed her to say yes in the first place? Did the guy have some sort of mystic powers when it came to seducing women? Dammit why did she have to be attracted to dangerous guys. Was it just the fact that being all safe and sound at Freeza's was boring for her and she needed some excitement and danger. Even if it could cost her her life and job.
Bulma looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom. It was black, almost grey. She didn't know if any soldiers or scientists quarters even had coloured ceilings and walls. Most probably not. When there was so many of them who could be stuffed going round to paint them all.
Her living quarters were pretty good compared to what some of the other servants had to endure. Being the best in her field gave her some nice advantages. She had a averaged sized kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, she'd seen worse. Servants had to actually share. Scientists were treated fairly well by Freeza. After all the empire would be fairly primitive without them.
She suddenly remembered she was supposed to be in the tec lab working on that weapon for Freeza. Bulma gritted her teeth, stuff Brolly, Freeza can wait. It wasn't as if any of the other scientist could do it as well as she could. And if they could she wouldn't have been asked in the first place. Vegeta influence was already starting to rub off on her, even though she'd only had a five minute long conversation with him. Maybe Freeza's fears would come true.
Bulma suddenly realised she had no idea to where Vegeta's living quarters where. Did Vegeta think she was psychic or something. As far as she knew all the Saiyans live fairly close together. Most probably so they would be easy to keep an eye on. She'd have to stalk Brolly to find out where they were placed. Damn Vegeta he could have at lest told her. Typical Saiyans, making life a who lot harder for everyone else.
Bulma walked to her wardrobe and began searching through her clothes. There was no harm in getting ready now, she had nothing else to do. She had a raver large selection of clothing, flirting with the tailor usually meant you were sent a lot of dresses. Some very skimpy, others drop dead elegant.
She examined a couple of dresses and cast them aside for looking too plain. She wasn't a plain women so she shouldn't have to ever wear something that was.
She almost couldn't believe it, she was trying to look appealing to Vegeta. He probably only wanted sex, knowing how sex crazed and lecherous the entire race was. But at the same time didn't she too want the same thing. Like she couldn't get what she had been told about Saiyans in bed out of her mind. Although she would never admit she was thinking about it.
Bulma sighed, at times she really did feel a bit dirty, but never a whore. Whores were the women who walked round the palace in see through dresses. Their only job was to entertain the soldiers when they had free time. The whores were all down in the bottom layers of the palace out of Freeza's site. Her guess was he didn't want to have to look at them. They were all bitchy, not just stuck up and posh like her, but really really really bitchy. If you ever got into a fight with one they would tear your eyes out with their long nails. She had seen a few snarling at her, but Bulma knew very well that they were jealous. She alone was beautiful and attractive without the layers of make up they wore.
It wondered her if Vegeta ever paid any visits down there. Most probably, what man hadn't. She didn't know if any of them could resist the urge of free entertainment. She herself had seen groups of men bragging about who they thought was the best whore.
Her hand feel a pone the perfect dress. One she wouldn't dare wear in front of Freeza. It was made of long black silk that would fall down to her delicate ankles. It was elegant, but at the same time would show off most of her shoulders and cleavage.
She took it out and examined it. Yes it would be perfect for tonight. She quickly striped off and put it on.
She walked over to the mirror and studied her reflection. Making sure there wasn't a fault in her complexion. Her hair looked fine down and lose, she wouldn't bother to tie it up.
During her teen years she had been wild. And she meant really really really wild, like all people in their young adult years. She had done a lot of thing she regretted. Such as joining the whores on the bottom level because Rioko dared her too. Her Friend could be a real bitch when she wanted to. Even though it wasn't for that long she still felt shamed because of it. Maybe her out of wack hormones had caused her to go down and experiment.
Fortunately her, the soldiers she had gotten into bed with had been drunk as hell. So lucky for her none of them could remember a thing. It still surprised her how Freeza never found out. After all he watched her like a hawk. If he had, she would have had her punished. He didn't like her to be distracted by things such as men.
Luckily she had toned down a lot since she reached adulthood. Thank god. She hadn't done anything stupid for a while now, and didn't plan to. Bulma sighed, she preyed that tonight she wouldn't do anything she would regret latter on.
There was a knock on the door. "Shit," swore Bulma. She quickly placed her hair over her shoulders and went to answer it.
As she opened it a women with blue skin bowed before her. It was easy to tell by her clothes that she was a lower level servant. She looked down at Bulma's feet. No servant was allowed to make eye contact. "Miss Briefs, I am ordered by the Saiyan Vegeta to take you to his quarters."
Bulma nodded. So Vegeta wasn't completely difficult after all. He actually had the brain to order someone to take her to him.
The blue skinned women began walking off towards the west side of the palace, Bulma quickly followed behind.
She began to lead her through the servants passage. It was obvious that Vegeta probably didn't want her being seen going to his room. Bulma decided that maybe he had more brains then she assumed. Maybe he deserved more credit then she gave him. The servant's passage was only used by lower level servants. Not soldier with any pride would be seen dead walking through them. Which was good for her, it meant she wouldn't run into anyone she knew.
The servant's speed greatly increased as they neared the end of the passage. Bulma lifted up the bottom of her long dress so she could keep up. "Slow down," she commanded.
The blue skinned women slowed down as soon as the words left Bulma's mouth. She knew very well to obey orders as soon as they were issued. As they reached the end she slid a wall away to unveil a black plain looking corridor. Bulma could tell just by the look of it that behind each door was a soldier's quarters.
"This way," she whispered. She quietly walked Bulma down towards Vegeta's room. The door looked no different to any other in the corridor. They were all black and dull, the designers of the palace couldn't be bothered with any colour at all unless Freeza ordered them to add it.
The servant quietly knocked on the door. Bulma resisted the urge to bite her nails. Even though she had never taken up the habit she still had the urge to. For a reason she couldn't explain she was nervous. Maybe she was just afraid because she knew nothing about him, but still she was nervous.
Vegeta answered the door. He was still in the same clothes he was wearing when she had seen him last. As far as she knew men never bother to get dressed up. He paused to stare at Bulma and what she was wearing. He had to admit she looked stunning. Not just pretty, but stunning. Although he would never say it out loud, he hadn't complimented a single person in his life.
Vegeta tore his eyes off her and looked back to the servant that had brought her here. "Your dismissed."
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This chapter and the next were originally one, but it took so God Damn long to proof read the damn thing that I split it in two.
Just to be nice and fair I'll upload them both at the same time.
Cioa
From
Missq
I would have to say that my writing has drastically improved since I started writing my first FF.net story a few months ago.
I put a lot of time into this chapter, first I wrote it, then I practically spent hours editing and adding to it.
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Bulma entered her room and collapsed on the bed. What was she thinking, this was Vegeta for crying out loud. The one person Freeza hated above all others.
Ever since she was little she could remember Freeza ordering her to stay away from the Saiyans. Never to socialise or talk to any of them apart from Brolly. He was probably afraid that their behaviour and attitude would rub off on her. The last thing Freeza needed was for his scientist to be on their kill Freeza campaign. If her lord ever found out about tonight he would kill her and bleed her body dry.
Bulma sighed, too late now she had already agree to have dinner with him. She wasn't the sort of person that didn't follow her word.
What the hell possessed her to say yes in the first place? Did the guy have some sort of mystic powers when it came to seducing women? Dammit why did she have to be attracted to dangerous guys. Was it just the fact that being all safe and sound at Freeza's was boring for her and she needed some excitement and danger. Even if it could cost her her life and job.
Bulma looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom. It was black, almost grey. She didn't know if any soldiers or scientists quarters even had coloured ceilings and walls. Most probably not. When there was so many of them who could be stuffed going round to paint them all.
Her living quarters were pretty good compared to what some of the other servants had to endure. Being the best in her field gave her some nice advantages. She had a averaged sized kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, she'd seen worse. Servants had to actually share. Scientists were treated fairly well by Freeza. After all the empire would be fairly primitive without them.
She suddenly remembered she was supposed to be in the tec lab working on that weapon for Freeza. Bulma gritted her teeth, stuff Brolly, Freeza can wait. It wasn't as if any of the other scientist could do it as well as she could. And if they could she wouldn't have been asked in the first place. Vegeta influence was already starting to rub off on her, even though she'd only had a five minute long conversation with him. Maybe Freeza's fears would come true.
Bulma suddenly realised she had no idea to where Vegeta's living quarters where. Did Vegeta think she was psychic or something. As far as she knew all the Saiyans live fairly close together. Most probably so they would be easy to keep an eye on. She'd have to stalk Brolly to find out where they were placed. Damn Vegeta he could have at lest told her. Typical Saiyans, making life a who lot harder for everyone else.
Bulma walked to her wardrobe and began searching through her clothes. There was no harm in getting ready now, she had nothing else to do. She had a raver large selection of clothing, flirting with the tailor usually meant you were sent a lot of dresses. Some very skimpy, others drop dead elegant.
She examined a couple of dresses and cast them aside for looking too plain. She wasn't a plain women so she shouldn't have to ever wear something that was.
She almost couldn't believe it, she was trying to look appealing to Vegeta. He probably only wanted sex, knowing how sex crazed and lecherous the entire race was. But at the same time didn't she too want the same thing. Like she couldn't get what she had been told about Saiyans in bed out of her mind. Although she would never admit she was thinking about it.
Bulma sighed, at times she really did feel a bit dirty, but never a whore. Whores were the women who walked round the palace in see through dresses. Their only job was to entertain the soldiers when they had free time. The whores were all down in the bottom layers of the palace out of Freeza's site. Her guess was he didn't want to have to look at them. They were all bitchy, not just stuck up and posh like her, but really really really bitchy. If you ever got into a fight with one they would tear your eyes out with their long nails. She had seen a few snarling at her, but Bulma knew very well that they were jealous. She alone was beautiful and attractive without the layers of make up they wore.
It wondered her if Vegeta ever paid any visits down there. Most probably, what man hadn't. She didn't know if any of them could resist the urge of free entertainment. She herself had seen groups of men bragging about who they thought was the best whore.
Her hand feel a pone the perfect dress. One she wouldn't dare wear in front of Freeza. It was made of long black silk that would fall down to her delicate ankles. It was elegant, but at the same time would show off most of her shoulders and cleavage.
She took it out and examined it. Yes it would be perfect for tonight. She quickly striped off and put it on.
She walked over to the mirror and studied her reflection. Making sure there wasn't a fault in her complexion. Her hair looked fine down and lose, she wouldn't bother to tie it up.
During her teen years she had been wild. And she meant really really really wild, like all people in their young adult years. She had done a lot of thing she regretted. Such as joining the whores on the bottom level because Rioko dared her too. Her Friend could be a real bitch when she wanted to. Even though it wasn't for that long she still felt shamed because of it. Maybe her out of wack hormones had caused her to go down and experiment.
Fortunately her, the soldiers she had gotten into bed with had been drunk as hell. So lucky for her none of them could remember a thing. It still surprised her how Freeza never found out. After all he watched her like a hawk. If he had, she would have had her punished. He didn't like her to be distracted by things such as men.
Luckily she had toned down a lot since she reached adulthood. Thank god. She hadn't done anything stupid for a while now, and didn't plan to. Bulma sighed, she preyed that tonight she wouldn't do anything she would regret latter on.
There was a knock on the door. "Shit," swore Bulma. She quickly placed her hair over her shoulders and went to answer it.
As she opened it a women with blue skin bowed before her. It was easy to tell by her clothes that she was a lower level servant. She looked down at Bulma's feet. No servant was allowed to make eye contact. "Miss Briefs, I am ordered by the Saiyan Vegeta to take you to his quarters."
Bulma nodded. So Vegeta wasn't completely difficult after all. He actually had the brain to order someone to take her to him.
The blue skinned women began walking off towards the west side of the palace, Bulma quickly followed behind.
She began to lead her through the servants passage. It was obvious that Vegeta probably didn't want her being seen going to his room. Bulma decided that maybe he had more brains then she assumed. Maybe he deserved more credit then she gave him. The servant's passage was only used by lower level servants. Not soldier with any pride would be seen dead walking through them. Which was good for her, it meant she wouldn't run into anyone she knew.
The servant's speed greatly increased as they neared the end of the passage. Bulma lifted up the bottom of her long dress so she could keep up. "Slow down," she commanded.
The blue skinned women slowed down as soon as the words left Bulma's mouth. She knew very well to obey orders as soon as they were issued. As they reached the end she slid a wall away to unveil a black plain looking corridor. Bulma could tell just by the look of it that behind each door was a soldier's quarters.
"This way," she whispered. She quietly walked Bulma down towards Vegeta's room. The door looked no different to any other in the corridor. They were all black and dull, the designers of the palace couldn't be bothered with any colour at all unless Freeza ordered them to add it.
The servant quietly knocked on the door. Bulma resisted the urge to bite her nails. Even though she had never taken up the habit she still had the urge to. For a reason she couldn't explain she was nervous. Maybe she was just afraid because she knew nothing about him, but still she was nervous.
Vegeta answered the door. He was still in the same clothes he was wearing when she had seen him last. As far as she knew men never bother to get dressed up. He paused to stare at Bulma and what she was wearing. He had to admit she looked stunning. Not just pretty, but stunning. Although he would never say it out loud, he hadn't complimented a single person in his life.
Vegeta tore his eyes off her and looked back to the servant that had brought her here. "Your dismissed."
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This chapter and the next were originally one, but it took so God Damn long to proof read the damn thing that I split it in two.
Just to be nice and fair I'll upload them both at the same time.
Cioa
From
Missq