Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You left your mark on me. ❯ Bastards and Balls. ( Chapter 9 )

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YOU LEFT YOUR MARK ON ME.

CHAPTER 9 - BASTARDS AND BALLS.


It seemed like a long trip due to the dread that she currently felt.  Bulma had traded hands.  One captor for another it would seem and it appeared to be for the worse.  The suave looking blue man that held her underarm was just as cold as his skin.  Zarbon had said nothing to Bulma during their flight and Bulma herself chose to keep quiet after screaming out for Vegeta.  Why had she done it?  She knew he was gone, yet somehow she expected to see him rise from those murky depths alive to save her.  Part of her refused to see reason and believed he would come for her, if only to have her aid for her aid with the dragon balls, and the other knew that there was no hope.  

They entered a large disk shaped ship with spiderlike legs that were its support.  Zarbon carried Bulma over his shoulder as one would tote baggage.  He followed his set course of twists and turns though the expansive maze of corridors.  After two large double doors parted Zarbon walked inside and dropped Bulma to the floor.  He presented his lord with one of the large orange sphere and explained her presence in his throne room.  A lord that Bulma knew was none other than Frieza himself.

"Vegeta is dead.  You're sure?"  The short horned lizard hissed in a low voice.

"Yes."  Zarbon assured his master.

"Did you find the body?"  Frieza asked impatiently.  Annoyance slowly building in his features and he began to tap his black nails on the arm of his hover chair.

Zarbon’s golden eyes widened a fraction in what could be suspected as fear and seemed to flush at the lord's tone. "... I-I sent out a scouting party to make a final sweep of the area and to retrieve the body if possible."

"ZARBON! HOW CAN YOU STAND THEIR BEFORE ME AND GIVE ME THIS HALF ASSED REPORT ON THE MONKEY PRINCE'S DEMISE AND YOU CANNOT EVEN GIVE ME A SHREAD OF PROOF TO BACK IT UP!  FIND HIS BODY AND BRING IT TO ME.  I WILL NOT BE SATISFIED UNTIL I HAVE THAT SAIYAN'S HEAD IN FRONT OF ME WITH ITS LIFELESS EYES STARING ME IN THE FACE!  FIND HIM AND COME BACK WITH HIS CORPSE OR DON'T COME BACK AT ALL!"  Frieza raged with bared teeth.  His blackened lips were pursed and pulled back in disgust.  His shouts caused his white face to become flooded with red.  
Zarbon stiffened as his masters abased him and downcast his eyes as Frieza continued his harsh reprimand.  After the last words were spoken he yanked the woman up by the arm and proceeded to the door that led out of his lord’s chambers.
“Leave her with me.  I wish to ask her a few questions.”  Frieza was faced toward his domed window that looked out on the Namekian terrain.  
The subordinate roughly dropped her arm and stepped out of the room leaving Bulma alone with the imperial reptile.   Frieza turned to face the woman when he heard the doors swish closed.  “Come here and let me have a look at you.”
Bulma swallowed and faced monster in her midst and began to slowly walk up to the short statured being.  He met her half way and Bulma stopped in front of him.  He looked her up and down taking in her appearance.  “Tsk, tsk, tsk.  You’re so dirty.  He really didn’t take good care of you.”  He said to himself.  “You were with Vegeta when my man found you?”
Bulma nodded quietly in response.  Her skin crawled as unease scampered along her nerve endings.
He approached her and took a peek at her neck as he pulled back the edge of the collar of her suit.  He inspected both sides before he removed his hands placing one on his chin.  “What species are you?”  He said as he spun her around to check for a tail on her backside.
“I’m h-human.  Hey!  What are you doing?!”  She was shocked and a little startled as he ran his hand along the waistband of her pants.
“Sorry.  I was merely trying to determine something.  Are you saiyan?”  He asked as he spun her again to face him.
“N-no.”  Bulma said as she was still a little shook up from being fondled like a show animal.
The lord clicked his scouter to get a reading of her power level.  He almost laughed upon his discovery of what her level truly was.  –Laughable to say the least.-  “No, I suppose you’re not saiyan after all.”  -Although there is a minute similarity…-  “No matter…  I will have a bath drawn for you and clothing prepared.  You will not be in my presence looking so… unkept.  After you’ve freshened up I wish to go into depth as to why you were in the company of my beloved pet monkey.”   He waved her off as one of his guards to escort her to get cleaned up.  The guards that, until recently, remained unseen.
Bulma walked out of the room.  The whole while feeling Frieza’s beady blood red gaze upon her.  It caused ever hair to stand on end and tingle at the follicle.  Fear twisted in her gut and she was instantly relieved when the doors closed behind her.

Vegeta’s body brushed the edge of the shore and rocked with each wave that caressed his motionless form.  Vegeta suddenly sprang up from the water and climbed halfway out of the water.  He rested on the bank until he could gain enough strength to pull himself all of the way out of the water.  He lay there in the bright dual suns panting.  His breath slowed and he lay there quietly as his strength crept back into his body.
Minutes passed and Vegeta’s thoughts drifted to Bulma.  His good eye shot open at the thought of Bulma’s tear streaked face screaming for him. He slowly stood on shaking legs, his body desperately trying to remain standing.  His muscles trembled with pain as well as lack of energy.  His cuts oozed blood as did the open gash in his forehead which bled into his only open eye.   He limped in the direction of Bulma’s ki for he was unable to fly.  Instinct compelled him on as they screamed for him to protect.  –Woman you had better be worth it!-

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