Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination. Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned DO NOT belong to me. I MKE NO MONEY/PROFIT!

Chapter List
- 33
- 34
- 35
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Chapter 34
It had been three weeks since Bulma had been abducted. Three long, miserable weeks. Yamcha refused to see reason and take her back. He had given up trying to argue with her and get her to see things his way. The only time he spoke with her now was to hand her some food and take her to the washroom twice a day. She hadn't showered since the day she had been taken; she felt completely disgusting and dirty. She had been throwing up so much; she had vomit dried on different parts of her shirt when she couldn't sit up fast enough, making her feel even worse. Never in her life had she been so filthy!
Bulma had tried to gain the upper hand a few times, attacking him in hopes of subduing him and take control of the ship and head back home to Vegeta, but due to her lack of nutrition and sickness from her pregnancy, she had lacked the strength to be able to do it. She had failed miserably. Now she was only allotted two bathroom breaks a day and now sat in despair. Vegeta had advised her to save her strength and not fight Yamcha on anything. He did not want her getting herself hurt. As it was, the stress was not good for her. He did not want her putting herself out especially since he assumed the worst was yet to come. Who knew what Lord Frieza had in store? They both only agreed that it would not be anything good.
The closer their arrival to Vegas and meeting up with this Captain Ginyu, the more her anxiety rose. What didn't help was she was also feeding off Vegeta's anxiety and worry as well. As hard as it was, she was ever thankful for their bond. Without it, she assumed they would both have gone crazy from the fear of the unknown. They both took turns comforting one another and building each other up when the other felt beyond defeated. They vented together; consoled each other.
Her morning sickness still wasn't getting any better. She just hoped it would quit soon. On the other hand, it gave her some comfort that the baby must be fine if she was still having morning sickness. That was how she chose to look at it. She estimated she was probably around 8 or 9 weeks at the most. She wasn't showing yet, which she was thankful for. Although it did alarm her a tad; she had lost a lot of weight these past three weeks. Her pants barely fit and the t-shirt that had fit snuggly before, accentuating her sleek toned body now hung shapelessly off her form. She had been throwing up more than she had been given to eat. Yamcha claimed he hadn't thought about restocking the ship; only thought of fuel, so everything was severely rationed.
"We'll be landing in an hour, B." Yamcha said, walking into the small kitchen area, leaning against the wall, keeping a safe distance from her.
Bulma nodded, not wanting to say anything to him. She still could not believe he had done this to her.
"Look, I know this has been a rough trip for the both of us. I was hoping-"
"A rough trip "for the both of us"?! Yamcha, you've kept me chained to a table for three weeks, giving me barely enough food and water to survive on and allow me two washroom breaks a day!" she shouted at him. "I am still having morning sickness, I am frightened and pregnant and you treat me worse than a dog. Yet you say you do this because you love me. Please, you said we have an hour. Please take me back. It isn't too late!" she begged, hoping to try at least one more time.
Yes, it is. She heard Vegeta growl. I will rip his head off the second I see him.
Shut up, Vegeta. I know. I've heard you say that like a million times. Do you really think I'm going to tell him that?
Hmmmn. He growled back at her.
"No. We're going to do this." He said calmly, shaking his head. "We're going to do this, and you'll see that this was a great idea all along. You'll thank me for getting you back to your dad and back in the lab. I've even given it careful consideration and I've accepted the fact that you're pregnant. I know it's not mine and that sucks, but I'll love it like it was my own. We can always try for-"
"Yamcha, shut up." She sighed, closing her eyes tightly; wishing so badly that once she opened them again, she would be back at home, in her bed and in the warm protective embrace of Vegeta's arms.
Soon, Woman. Soon. He said soothingly to her. Bulma swallowed back the lump in her throat and willed the tears away that she felt trying to fall. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
She took a deep breath and looked at him. "Yamcha, even if by some miracle I did decide I wanted to be with you and you did decide to step in as a substitute father for my baby, Vegeta knows I am pregnant. He wants this baby just as much as I do. He will come after you and take his child. It's his heir. Do you even understand that? He is a Prince of a very powerful race. You didn't just kidnap me from some normal average guy. He will travel halfway across the galaxy to find me if he has to. You are making a huge mistake."
"Well, I'm travelling halfway across the galaxy to keep you safe and make a good life for you and all you've done is shout at me and attack me." He said dejectedly. "I know if you just give this a chance, you'll love it and you'll see that I have changed."
"I don't care if you've changed!" she snapped, and then sighed when she noticed the hurt look he gave her. "Look, I'm glad you've changed. So have I. Go back to that nice girl you met on Callisto. From what I can remember, she adored you. Why not make it work with her?"
"Because she isn't you." Yamcha said. "Why do you think I went for her in the first place? She reminded me so much of you. I thought you were dead. I figured she was the next closest thing to you I would ever find."
Bulma blinked at him, not sure if she should take that as a compliment or an insult. The girl was one of the stupidest people she had never met. Aside from the fact that they both had blue hair and a nice figure, that's where their similarities began and ended. "Alright. Thank you, Yamcha. So then you can somewhat understand then why I don't want to be with you. You're not Him."
"Oh, so it's okay for you to get what you want but for me to not get what I want?"
"No. But we can't always get what we want, Yamcha." She sighed. "Why would you want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with you? That girl obviously wants to be with you. Give her a chance."
Yamcha thought about that for a moment and was about to say something when he heard a beeping in the control room. "Hang on. Someone's calling me." He said, leaving.
What is going on?
I don't know. Someone's calling him. She replied, straining her ears to try and pick up something. I can't hear his conversation. Oh, Vegeta. What if this is it?
Relax, Woman. He said calmly. We have the bond, remember? I am with you. I will not shut you out. Whatever happens, I will see it through with you until I can get you out of there. You will not be alone and it will only be temporary.
Bulma nodded, trying to keep herself from crying. She noticed how easily she cried now. She almost never cried. Her hormones were a mess. She had even put up a wall herself a few times to keep Vegeta out during some of her melt downs. She knew how much he hated it when she cried. She didn't want to subject him to that every time she felt the need to have an emotional breakdown; and that had been frequently these past few weeks. She was thankful she had not been pregnant when they had been separated those eight months. She had cried about the horribleness of that situation a few times at the beginning but for the most part had kept her head and emotions under control. Right now as the days went by, she was finding it harder and harder to hold herself together; and knowing that she wasn't herself at the moment and at the mercy of hormonal urges and mood swings tended to only frustrate her more and send her into another fit of tears in her effort to not give into it.
Do not keep me out. He said firmly to her, obviously picking up on her thoughts of shame for being so emotionally weak right now.
But I am so pathetic right now. I'm sorry.
That may be, but this is not a normal circumstance. I would rather be privy to your emotional outbursts right now than not know at all what is happening. I may get annoyed but I would rather know than not know. He paused for a long moment before adding; Do not do to me what I did to you.
I won't. She said. I know it's selfish, but I need you too much. I can't do this on my own.
You will not be alone.
I'm so scared, Vegeta. What if you don't make it in time? What if-
Woman, stop your panicking. He said rather harshly; a stark contrast to his soothing tone only moments ago. I will be there. He is more interested in me than you; you are just an added bonus, another way to hurt me. He most likely will not do anything to you until I arrive. I am almost positive. Do not show him any fear but do not show him any defiance. Be completely neutral. He will more than likely taunt you rather than lay a hand on you. He will wait until I am there. Be strong and wait for me. You can do this. You are my mate. You carry the heir to my throne. I have full confidence in you.
I hope so. She said, nearly succumbing to a new wave of emotion. He had so much confidence in her and he was so sure they would both be fine. She did not want to disappoint him.
You won't.
But what if I do? What if I say something stupid? I don't want him to hurt you.
It is too late. By having you in his possession, he will be hurting me and he will use you to the fullest advantage he can. You see now why I said attachments are dangerous?
Bulma nodded. I know. She said feeling extremely guilty. Are you sure you're ready to face him?
Reasonably. Why?
She paused for a long moment. She had pulled herself together for the moment; taking a break from the self pity party she had been throwing herself. This wasn't only happening to her and it wasn't only her at risk. I told you this a long time ago and don't take this the wrong way, but if you don't think you are ready, don't come. I could not bear it if something happened to you.
Woman, I am coming for you either way! He growled. Between Kakarott and I, I am sure we will come out on top. Do not doubt me.
I don't, Vegeta. I don't doubt you; I just don't want anything to happen to you is all. I love you. If you need more time, take it. I'm afraid, but I'll figure it out.
I know. I will be careful and all of this will be over soon.
He's coming back, Vegeta. She said as she heard footsteps.
"So it looks like we won't even have to land in Vegas." Yamcha said. "This Lord Frieza is already waiting for us and I just have to dock this ship onto his. I can even see it from my window. It's huge, B!"
"Great." Bulma replied with no enthusiasm.
"I just spoke with him. He's very excited to meet with you."
"I'm sure he is." She said blandly.
"Lighten up, B." Yamcha said with a frown. "This guy is going to help us."
"Uh huh." Bulma nodded. "Sure. Tell me to lighten up. You are turning me over to the most evil galactic tyrant in the universe and you want me to lighten up. Yamcha, this guy all on his own makes Darth Vader and the Emperor look like Barney and friends!"
Yamcha chuckled. "I'm sure it's not that bad. You're over exaggerating and are only seeing what Vegeta wanted you to see. Frieza's so nice. He's been so gracious and eager to help. That doesn't sound like a bad guy to me."
"Of course he's nice!" Bulma chuckled sarcastically. "He wants me to help build weapons and then use me against Vegeta! He's getting exactly what he wants out of this little bargain of yours! Just wait. Once we are there and settled, you'll see how nice he really is and I'll be standing there telling you "I told you so!" You're an idiot!"
Yamcha just shook his head at her. "I've never known you to be so negative. Bulma. That guy really changed you and not for the better."
"Whatever, Yamcha." She snapped, tired of talking with him. It only made her angrier and feel more helpless in this situation.
Eventually, Yamcha left her. He went and took a shower, changed his clothes and by that time, the ship was close enough to be docked onto Frieza's.
Bulma felt like she was going to be sick. Her stomach was in knots, despite Vegeta's comforting presence in her mind. They hadn't spoken, but they didn't need to.
Bulma picked herself up off the floor and steadied herself; she felt so weak. She ran her fingers through her short greasy hair in an attempt to straighten it out. It had grown in a bit, she noticed absent mindedly. She felt Vegeta smirk at the thought; he had really missed her long hair.
"Let's go, B." Yamcha said, walking up to her once the ship was docked. "Please don't attack me, alright?"
Do not fight him. Just go along with him. Save your energy. Vegeta counseled.
I know. There's nowhere to go anyway. She said dejectedly. I couldn't anyway. I'm too worn down.
She felt him growl at the thought that she hadn't been properly taken care of. "I won't. What's the point?"
"See, B? I knew you'd get used to this idea." Yamcha said cheerfully, undoing the cuff on her wrist.
She didn't say anything to him, just walked with him out of their very small ship onto Frieza's massive ship. They were greeted by a large purple monster.
"So nice to see you again." it said to Bulma. She vaguely remembered seeing him at the banquet when she had performed but she couldn't remember actually meeting him. She just nodded at him.
"This is Captain Ginyu, Bulma." Yamcha said. "He was the one that hooked me up with Lord Frieza and he really wanted to help us out."
Bulma nodded and didn't miss the gleeful look of the Captain. He was obviously thinking what she was at that moment: What a gullible fool!
"Right this way, Yamcha. Lord Frieza asked me to escort you and the lovely lady Bulma to his throne room." Ginyu said, beckoning for them to follow him.
They followed him down the hall to where Bulma assumed was the front of the ship, possibly? She took in the scenery. Everything was grey, bland and cold looking. No color at all whatsoever. No plants or wall paintings or ornaments anywhere; just grey. She wondered briefly where Vegeta had stayed. Down below. In the barracks. He replied.
It didn't take them long to make it to Frieza's supposed throne room. Ginyu opened the large grey doors and let them in ahead of himself.
"Lord Frieza, this is the lady Bulma and Yamcha." Ginyu said.
Frieza turned around from the large window in his room that he had been looking out of and looked at them. A syrupy smile etched on his face that made Bulma's skin crawl. "Greetings." He said, walking closer to them, meeting them half way. His arms crossed behind his back and his long tail twitching in amusement behind him. "I cannot express how glad I was to know that you were safe from harm, my dear. It plagued me for weeks knowing that you had been killed. It had not been my intention."
Bulma nodded. She wanted to shout at him that he was full of shit. It had been his every intention to have her killed, but she still heard Vegeta's words in the back of her mind to remain neutral and so that was what she would do. Though she already wanted to scream and shout at the repulsive lizard Lord and he had only just greeted her.
"I am to understand that your father is Trunks Briefs?" Frieza asked.
"He is." She nodded.
"Well, now that is most wonderful news. I had no idea when I first met you all of those months ago as Prince Vegeta's personal concubine that you were indeed more than just a pretty face. Zarbon was to retrieve you as well. I had heard of your accomplishments as well as your father's and coveted your skills as well but have made due with just your father and another highly talented scientist from your planet. How Zarbon managed to lose you on his mission is a mystery however as you well know, he is not around anymore." Frieza said looking her over. "Though you are a far cry from the beauty I met all those months ago on Vegeta-sei. I must say you look absolutely haggard. Did this gentleman not take care of you at all on your journey?"
Bulma shrugged. "He kidnapped me and chained me to a table for these past few weeks. What can I say?"
"B!" Yamcha exclaimed. "Umm. Lord Frieza, Sir." He stuttered bowing and saluting the Lizard Lord like a fool, unsure of what kind of respect to show this creature. "She attacked me. So I left her. I didn't know what else to do since she wasn't cooperative."
"You expect me to believe that you could not handle this small slip of a girl?" Frieza asked Yamcha coolly looking at him.
"It wasn't my fault. She had this dog and it tore open my arm and leg when I tried to get her to leave with me. My leg is alright but my arm is still screwed." Yamcha objected.
"I see." Lord Frieza said, looking at the bandaged arm of the young man. "I am most thankful you brought her here, but I did tell you that she was a very valuable commodity. You bring her back here filthy, withered away and raggled like this. I find that disconcerting. My dear, when was the last time you had a shower or something decent to eat?"
"Three weeks." Bulma replied.
"I see." Frieza nodded. "I will see to it you are fed and bathed immediately. I need you to be in top form before I will discuss the reason you are here. As it is, I cannot stand the stench that commands your mere presence. You have one hour. Captain Ginyu will escort you to your private living quarters. Everything you need should be there already and a meal will be brought to you immediately. We will continue our discussion then."
Yamcha nudged her with his elbow. "I told you he was nice." He whispered.
"As for you." Frieza said pointedly at Yamcha. "I am insulted you would present this wonderful, talented and beautiful young woman to me in such a state."
"But, I told you, it wasn't my fault. If she hadn't-"
"I do not care." Frieza cut him off in a bored tone. "The state she is in at the moment is unacceptable for a retrieval mission of this caliber. She is most valuable to me for many reasons yet you have discarded her as though she is unimportant. I need her well and healthy for what I have planned."
Bulma felt her stomach drop. What did he have planned for her? Do not panic, Woman. Not yet.
"I'm sorry, sir." Yamcha said, looking at the floor. "I meant no disrespect."
"I am most disappointed." Frieza said. He paused for a long moment, seemingly in deep thought. "Ginyu, take the girl to her quarters so that she may freshen up a bit. Ensure a meal is provided for her and then escort this young man down to the harem."
"What? Oh, no. Lord Frieza." Yamcha said shaking his head. "I'm not interested. Thank you though. Bulma and I are a couple. We used to be and now that she's away from Vegeta we are going to resume our relationship. But thank you anyway." He said graciously.
"You are very welcome. You are indeed a very handsome young man. I am afraid though whether you are interested or not plays very little into the equation." Frieza said, looking him over. "There is such a shortage of males in the harem. I have no doubt you will fit right in."
Bulma gasped, realizing just then what Frieza was getting at.
"Really, I'm flattered my Lord, but I must respectfully decline."
"You idiot!" Bulma whispered at him.
Frieza smirked at Bulma. "I am glad you are flattered. You will be most popular. I am afraid the option to decline is not available. You see, you work for me now."
"I know and I am so thankful you are offering me a position, but I am not interested in visiting the harem at this time."
"Who said anything about visiting?" Frieza asked, feigning actual confusion. "I promised you a position on my ship and there you have it."
"Wait, what?" Yamcha asked dumbly. "No, I thought you meant…"
"Meant what? To reward you for your efforts and part in this brilliant turn of events?"
"Yeah."
"Oh my, my boy. Heavens No." Frieza replied shaking his head. "I am thankful for your delivering the girl here. She is fundamental in my plan to destroy Prince Vegeta. It will be simply glorious and I thank you for that, however I am not happy with the state at which you presented her to me. You wanted a position on my ship. I see that you are not even capable of caring for one of your own. The only opening I have at the moment for someone such as yourself is in the harem. I am a lizard of my word. You kept your end of the bargain somewhat and I have kept mine. Be thankful you are still breathing. I have killed loyal soldiers for so much less. Many of them would have been most happy to have a job in the harem instead of dying like insects."
"What? No. You can't do that!" Yamcha exclaimed.
"I assure you, I can. Do not worry, you'll be fine. Impress me and maybe I will find someplace else for you."
"No, please!" Yamcha pleaded. "B, tell him! Tell him I can't do that. I can't!"
Bulma stood there and looked at him blankly. She then shrugged and shook her head. "What do you want me to say, Yamcha?"
"That I can work with you in the lab. I know I'm not super smart like you but I can help." He said almost frantically. "Please?"
She sighed. She really wanted nothing more to do with him ever again, never mind even see him again but what Lord Frieza had purposed was beyond horrible. Even Yamcha didn't deserve that. "Lord Frieza, may I request Yamcha's aid in my work? I will take full responsibility for him."
"Hmmm." Frieza said, pondering the possibility. "No. I cannot trust him to even look after someone I told him was extremely valuable. How could I trust him in anything else? I am afraid I must regretfully decline your request my dear. Ginyu, take them both to their destinations."
"What! No!" Yamcha cried as Ginyu cuffed him. He left Bulma un-cuffed and she followed them out. "Bulma, you have to get me out of there!" he whispered frantically to her.
"I'm sorry, Yamcha. I really am." She said. "But remember about an hour ago what I said to you?"
"No, what?"
"I hate to say it and it came a lot sooner than I thought, but I told you so." She said.
Yamcha frowned and looked at the floor. Why hadn't he listened to her? Maybe she had been right in her desperation to get him to change his course. This wasn't at all what he had thought would happen. "Hey, Captain Ginyu, you'll put in a good word for me and help get me out of here, right?"
"Kid, you work for Lord Frieza now. I work for him. Whatever he says goes. Leave it at that. Don't worry though, I frequent the harem a couple of times a week. They haven't had someone like you there. We can have some fun together." He said winking at the young man.
Yamcha turned white and for a moment Bulma thought he was going to cry. Serves him right! She heard Vegeta laughing. If she could have seen him, he would probably have been doubled over. He had been laughing the moment he had heard Frieza tell him his new job would be in the harem.
Alright, Vegeta. Enough. Bulma scolded him. It could very easily have been my fate. Could be still.
Not likely. Not before I get there anyway. I cannot get over this. This is hilarious, Woman.
If you say so. She sighed. Look, What Yamcha did was wrong. But I don't wish this on him. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
You are a better person than I am, Woman. I say good riddance. Hope he enjoys his time there. He will be easy for me to find once I am finished dealing with Frieza. I have to stop that way anyway to look for your mother. I can blast him on my way out.
No, Vegeta. Just leave him be. Let him find his own way out. She said.
Why?
Because what's going to happen to him is horrible and no matter what he has done, I still don't wish it on him. If he makes it through, just leave him alone, please.
Hmmmn. Never leave a wounded animal behind.
I know, Vegeta. Just… Let it go. Please? For me. He'll have suffered more than enough by then. Just him knowing that I was right, even right now at this moment and nothing has happened to yet, is good enough for me.
Whatever. We'll see how charitable I feel when I am finished with Lord Frieza.
They made it down to a hallway with many doors. Ginyu punched in a code and the door opened.
"This is where you will stay. Someone will bring you food." Ginyu said. "I will be back in one hour to take you back to Lord Frieza. Make sure you're ready." He said, leaving.
"Bulma! I'm sorry!" Yamcha said.
The door closed behind her before she had a chance to respond, leaving her all alone. She hadn't even had the chance to say good bye to Yamcha. The thought of that bothered her. She felt a weave of annoyance from Vegeta. I'm sorry; I'm just not wired that way to hate someone.
Someone that has endangered you and our unborn child. Someone that has possibly endangered your mate should I failin defeating Frieza. Someone who refused to listen while you repeatedly begged him to turn his course. Someone who treated you worse than an animal these past three weeks; bad enough that even Lord Frieza was repulsed. Now that in itself is saying something and it is a good thing I am not there to see you for myself. If you can be so quick to be forgiving over all of that, then Woman, you are weaker than I thought.
Vegeta, forgiveness isn't a weakness.
It is when you forgive someone who does not deserve it.
Alright, but Vegeta, he didn't know what he was getting into. He's just an idiot.
Idiocy does not excuse ones actions! Vegeta replied irritably. How many times did you tell him that making a deal with Lord Frieza was a bad idea? How many times did you beg him to turn around and bring you back. Hmm? He has no excuse. Now enough about the Weakling; hurry up and shower and get something to eat. Do not piss Frieza off by delaying. This situation is bad enough as it is.
Bulma nodded, examining the key pad at the door. She punched in the key code Ginyu had entered to open the door when they had arrived, but it did not open. You will not be able to open it. Vegeta said.
Then why is there a key pad in here?
How should I know? Most of them cannot be opened from the inside out. They are holding cells.
You could open yours though?
Yes, but I was stationed in the barracks. You are most likely in the prison.
What was your code?
1408.
Bulma typed that into the key pad and sighed when nothing happened.
I told you. Now get going! Lord Frieza does not like to be kept waiting! And remember, do not mouth him off no matter how tempting that may be. Do not give him a reason to decide to hurt you or make him feel you need to be brought in line. Do not talk too much but do not talk too little.
Oh, that's helpful, Vegeta. Thanks.
Just play it by ear. Do not say anything without thinking first. You're smart. Figure it out on your own. I can only help you so much. He bristled. I will be here. He added softly after a moment.
Bulma nodded and went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As Frieza had said, everything she'd need was there: soap, shampoo, towels. Even a toothbrush and toothpaste was there! It was just small. A standing-room only shower stall, toilet and small sink with a vanity. Very basic, but she couldn't remember being more happy for a washroom in her life! She went straight to brushing her teeth before doing anything else while she let the hot water run in the shower, making the tiny washroom feel like a sauna.
When she was done brushing her teeth and washing her face, she took off her dirty clothes. Uh, they did stink. She observed, throwing them down on the floor. She looked at herself in the small mirror. Wow had she lost a lot of weight in the last three weeks. She placed her hand on her stomach. It looked to be swelled just a tiny tad, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the baby or because her lack of nutrition. It could be either or. She figured it was because of not eating. It was still very early on to be showing.
A Saiyan brat is going to be much larger than a human brat; and you are not much thicker than a twig, so you may be showing already. She heard Vegeta say. She pondered that a moment and then went into the shower, relishing the feel of the hot water pounding on her skin. It was absolutely glorious!
Bulma exited the small washroom and walked into the attached bedroom. She was more than a little irked when she noticed that someone had brought her food and a change of clothes while she had been in the shower. She dismissed the creepiness and put on the clothes left for her; a shot pair of black pants that came to her calves and fit rather snuggly in the bum and a white kimono-style top that was a tad on the baggy side, but better than nothing. They had even left her a pair of cheap rubber flip flops by the door.
She sat down and looked at her meal. It didn't look appetizing at all and other than rice, she had no idea what any of it was.
Just eat it. Vegeta huffed.
But I don't know what it is.
I do not care! Just eat it. Everything is cooked. Most of it you do not want to know what it is but it is all protein based and good for you. It is what they feed the soldiers. None of them die from it.
Yeah, but I'm not an alien.
Technically you are. He deadpanned. Now stop you simpering and wining and eat up!
Bulma sighed petulantly and ate her meal. It wasn't that bad. It was more the texture of it that she had issue with. She hated lumpy slimy food. It made her gag. She hadn't realized how hungry she actually was until she started eating; she finished quickly. She wasn't finished five minutes and the door opened, revealing Captain Ginyu. God! Don't these guys know how to knock?!
Get used to it.
"You're ready to go?" The Captain barked at her.
Bulma nodded. They left her quarters and she followed him silently down the hallway until they made it back to the large room. Frieza's throne room.
"Thank you Captain Ginyu." Frieza said to him. "Now leave us."
Captain Ginuy bowed and exited the room without a word.
"Ah, much better, my dear. A vast improvement indeed." He said to her, looking her over. "Though I can still smell that wretched monkey Prince all over you." He said, curling his lip in distaste. He walked over to her slowly, analyzing her. "Tell me, how did you manage to survive? I blew that ship to smithereens in an effort to teach Vegeta a lesson. You probably do not understand. You see, I needed Vegeta undistracted and unattached. He is not free to give himself to another. Not without my permission. And I am not alluding to the fact that he was promised to another; someone more worthy of his attentions than yourself I might add. However, I would have never allowed that union either. Vegeta is not his own person. I have had to remind him of that so many times over the years. I do get tired of having to punish him. I destroyed that ship and with it assumed I had rid him of your distraction. I must say, he fell into line beautifully after that.
"Yet I find you are still alive and well and my favorite new General left me to go after you. I have spent years conditioning and grooming him to work at my right hand; to be loyal to me and only me. You can imagine my shock and disappointment when I found out he was none other than with you."
Bulma stood there and watched the Lizard Lord carefully as he calmly circled her. He was making her extremely uncomfortable. She felt as though he was undressing her with his eyes.
"How did you survive, my dear?" he asked her again, standing in front of her so close she had to fight the urge to take a step back since he was invading her personal space. It was creeping her out, but she assumed that he was merely playing with her; trying to see how much she would put up with. She was extremely uncomfortable but she wasn't going to give him the benefit of showing him how much. Not yet anyway.
"I, umm. The ship was on autopilot and I took an escape pod immediately when I took off. Before the ship was blown." She said, trying to keep herself neutral and the fear out of her voice.
"I see. Clever girl." He nodded. "And Kakarott?"
Oh, shit. He knows. She thought to herself. "Kakarott was with me too. Yes."
Frieza simply nodded and continued to walk around her again, slowly. What was he doing? She wondered. It was as though he were sizing her up. But why? Show no fear. He can smell it and he gets off on it. Vegeta said softly, though she heard the underlying tension in his voice.
What am I supposed to do?
Just stand your ground; like you already are. Answer his questions but do not give out too much information. You are doing just fine.
"You are simply exquisite," He said behind her, standing so close to her again that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck; she fought the urge to shudder in disgust at his close proximity. "I can see why he likes you. Though I do not understand why he would take you as a mate. You are weak and frail. Tell me, has he hurt you while he fucks you?"
Bulma shook her head, succumbing to fear and started shaking. "No." she said once she found her voice. "Never."
"Never?" he repeated, sounding surprised. He came back in front of her and looked at her again for a long moment. He looked at the scar on her neck and said nothing. After another few uncomfortable silent moments which felt like hours to Bulma he abruptly walked back to the end of the room where there was food and some wine. He didn't say anything. He poured himself a large glass of wine and sipped it slowly. "Oh, I am so sorry, where are my manners. Please, help yourself my dear." He said, gesturing to the table. "Would you like a glass of wine?"
"No, thank you." She said.
Frieza walked back to her slowly. "So, I see he has marked you. That means it's serious between you two then." He stated. "Did he ever tell you what happened to the last girl he developed an infatuation with?"
Bulma shook her head. She knew. She had heard about it, but not from Vegeta. "I don't want to know."
"Oh, so he keeps secrets from you. I wonder, has he filled you in on how much he enjoys his tail being caressed? It is as though he cannot help himself. I will give you a piece of advice for the next time the two of you are intimate, if such a time ever happens again. Break some of the bones in his tail and then softly caress it afterwards. I can speak from experience, he loves that."
"You're sick." She whispered angrily.
"Am I?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "Have him show you through your bond or whatever it is those Saiyans do. I think you would find it very enlightening."
She shook her head. "No. I could never hurt him or exploit him that way."
"He'll thank you for it, my dear. It is one thing to catch a Saiyan Prince and quite another to keep him." Frieza said smugly.
"I'll take my chances." Bulma said. She was way beyond disgusted at this point. Woman, I never shared any of that with you because I did not want you to know.
I'm not disgusted with you. It's him! I don't want to know! How could he do that to someone?
"Suit yourself. I was only trying to help." Frieza shrugged, taking much joy in the look of horror on her face. "Are you talking to him right now through the supposed mental link? Is he on his way? Is he denying what he and I have shared together?"
You tell him I will be there in three fucking days!
"He says he will be here in three days."
"I see." Frieza said. "I knew he would come for you. Though three days is barely enough time to get done what I need to do. My dear, I am afraid we will have to cut our little visit short. We can compare our notes about our unique escapades with the young Prince later. I am simply dying to hear of your experiences with him. That will have to wait though, unfortunately."
"Oh, pitty." Bulma said sarcastically.
"Now now. I am sure there is much we can both learn from each other." Frieza chuckled. He walked up to her again and looked at the scar on her neck. "This will have to go. I am afraid you work for me now. Not him. I will take you now to the good doctor. You will meet him and reunite with your father. You will help me whether you like it or not.
"Help you with what?" she asked, not wanting to know. And who was this other doctor?
"I have them working on something very special. It will seal my position forever as ruler of this universe. With you helping out, it will be finished much sooner than anticipated. I am most thrilled, actually. Come with me."
Bulma said nothing and followed him; her stomach in knots. The joy of idea of seeing her father again eclipsed by the feeling of impending doom.
He took her into an elevator and downstairs a few levels. He was still staring at her in an odd manor as though trying to figure her out. She wished he'd stop it. It was only creeping her out more. The elevator finally came to a stop. She was about to exit through the open doors when he took her arm and pulled her close to him.
"There is something about you," He said, forcing her into backing herself up against one of the elevator walls. "It has been picking at me from the moment you have arrived."
Bulma swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. She had no idea what he was getting at either.
He took a hand and touched the side of her face almost lovingly. It took everything inside her to not flinch away. He ran his hand down her neck, fingering the scar on her neck for a moment. Oh, god, Vegeta. What is he doing? I can't do this!
Remain calm. He replied, though his thoughts and feelings and the tone of his voice was anything but calm. Do not show him you are afraid.
But I am! I'm terrified!
Do not think about it. Just keep calm. I am here.
He slid his hand slowly down her side, not touching her breast at all, which she was thankful for but it confused her. What the hell was he doing? Was he coming on to her or what? She just wished whatever it was he would hurry up and get it over and done with.
His hand finally came to a stop on her abdomen. He pressed it flat and looked at her. He knows. Vegeta he knows I'm pregnant. He figured it out.
"That's it." He said. "That's what it was. You are carrying a Saiyan brat in your womb."
"How did you know?" she asked calmly, not knowing if she should be relieved or still panicking. She was more than relieved he wasn't going to rape her but would he hurt her baby?
"I could smell it." He said disdainfully. "Does our dear Prince Vegeta know that he is going to be a father?"
Bulma nodded.
"How wonderful and truly interesting." He said gleefully, his hand still on her stomach; the longer he lingered the more uncomfortable she became. "Normally I would have been repulsed by such a discovery. What a waste that Vegeta would procreate with someone as weak as you. But from what I can tell, this will be a very strong child. And with you in my possession, that means it will be My child. I can groom him and shape him any which way I desire and succeed with him where I indeed failed with Vegeta."
"What? No." Bulma said. "I won't let you do that." Relax, Woman. It will never happen. I will see to that. If everything goes as planned, Frieza will be dead before the child is even born.
When does anything go as planned for us, Vegeta? It doesn't!
Calm yourself, Woman.
Calm myself? Vegeta, do you not get what he wants to do? He wants to raise our child and turn him into a monster! How can I stay calm?
Because it means that he wants this child for himself. Neither of you are in no immediate danger. I would have thought he would want to destroy it. That he isn't, is very surprising but to our advantage. You will both be fine until I get there. Then all of this will be over soon. I promise you.
"I am afraid the decision is not yours to make, my dear. This is wonderful news indeed! I have not had news this good since the day I heard you lived and Vegeta was with you. This situation just keeps getting better and better." He said, turning around and exiting the elevator. "Come with me."
She followed him out. Her stomach was still in knots. It didn't matter what Vegeta said, she was absolutely terrified; for their child, for him, for herself. It was becoming more and more apparent to her that Vegeta had better have a good plan when he gets here or they would all be done for.
Frieza doesn't seem at all concerned about your arrival… You have that to your advantage. I think he underestimates you.
He does not know of my ascension. Keep it that way, Woman.
"Have a seat here, Ms. Briefs. I will collect your father." Frieza said, gesturing to a small chair in the large lab. Wow! If she had been impressed with Bardock's lab, she never would be again. This was amazing and put that lab to shame.
"Ms. Briefs, your father?" she heard Frieza from behind her. She turned around and there stood her father. He looked exactly the same as he had the last time she saw him. He looked healthy and well. She was going to run over to him and give him a large hug, only something about him wasn't right.
"Dad?" she said. She walked cautiously around to meet him. "Daddy? Are you alright?"
He looked blankly at her, barely acknowledging her presence. "I am fine, dear. Nice to see you."
"I'm so relieved you're alright! Is Momma here too?"
"I don't know." He replied.
She frowned at him. He seemed so indifferent! "What did you guys do to him?" she asked Frieza. "He's like a robot! That's not my father!"
"Oh, I can assure you, he is very much your father. Somewhere in there." Frieza replied blandly. "It's a small side effect I am afraid. Something the good Doctor needs to remedy."
"Side effect to what? What did you guys do to him?"
"It is complicated. You will find out soon enough." Frieza replied. "Do not worry yourself about it. I will leave you two now for your little reunion." He said, leaving the lab and punching in a code, she presumed, locking it.
"Dad." She said, looking at her father again. She felt crushed. "What have they done to you?"
Her father looked at her a moment and then looked to the door Frieza had just left. He walked back to the door to the other lab and took a look through the window. He then walked back up to his daughter and gave her a hug. "My girl, I am so happy you're safe. Or you were. I'm so glad to see you but you need to get out of here!"
- 33
- 34
- 35
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Endlessly