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A/N � I�m sorry, guys.
Sorry this took so long. I�ve been a bad lazy author. Try to forgive me. I will
finish this story � I promise you that. However, I don�t know if I will
continue to write fic once I am finished. I no longer feel the same drive to
write that I once did. Sad, ya?

~*~

Bulma
watched Ilandra leave Frieza�s throne room and moved into the open once she
knew that the princess had moved on. The last thing she wanted to do was to
talk to her; to be face to face to her and to listen as Ilandra told her lies.
The damned icejin couldn�t seem to help but lie; it was almost as if the poor
little thing had been lying so much that she just instantly started lying to
protect herself. Bulma didn�t want to know what she had been doing with Frieza
again. She didn�t care and she was glad she didn�t care.

Wearing
only a pale baby blue silk dress with think spaghetti straps, Bulma moved on,
knowing that she stood out from the usual over the top clothes of Frieza�s
followers. How she had ever though Frieza was different to Vegeta was beyond
her. Truthfully, it had only been this morning that she had sat up and wondered
at her own stupidity. Frieza�s court was twice as vulgar, twice as decadent and
twice as twisted as the saiyan court had been.

Her
revelation has been almost an awakening of sorts. She no longer loved Ilandra;
she no longer even lusted after Ilandra. What she wanted was to go home to
Earth. Life had been hard there, but at least it was home. She wanted familiar
surroundings. There had been rumours of secret underground organisations that
were organising a resistance to the saiyans. Perhaps with her knowledge of the
saiyan Empire she could be useful to them.

But then
of course going back to Earth meant she was putting herself back into the hands
of the saiyans. Back into the hands of Vegeta. It was stupid to feel as though
Vegeta would come after her � he was a prince for heavens sake. He has a
million women waiting to satisfy him; it was just that he had been so intense
while he was with her. His eyes had held this something that had made
her shiver when he looked at her. She couldn�t help but sweat as she remembered
it.

Vegeta
had been scary. He had liked her and he hadn�t wanted to let her go�she knew
that much. She knew he wasn�t enamoured of her, not in the same way that she
had liked boys during her short life, but he had wanted her with a scary
obsession. Perhaps what was scariest of all was that a small part of her wanted
to go back to him. Some part of her missed having anyone look at her with eyes
that devoured her. Ilandra loved her, it was true, but Vegeta had definitely somethinged
her. She just worried about what that something that he felt for her was.

Vegeta was the least of her problems
at the current moment, however scary the thought of him in her future was. She
needed to figure out a way to escape and that wasn�t going to be terribly easy.
For one thing she couldn�t fly a spaceship, genius or not she didn�t have the
knowledge or the training to do so. Which meant she was limited to either
sneaking aboard a spaceship or convincing someone to fly her away.

Sneaking aboard was the more doable
of the two choices, however the draw back of that particular choice dwelt in
that she would have no choice where she ended up. Convincing someone to fly her
away would be hard. Everyone feared Ilandra and Frieza, so her chances of
finding someone willing enough to simply give up their life and risk everything
to rescue her weren�t that great. She could try seducing one of the pilots or
captains and making them fall in love with her, but that would take time and
chances are Ilandra would work out what she was up to.

Besides which, she didn�t feel like
whoring her body out to any more people. She�d had enough sexual encounters for
her entire life. Seducing someone was out of the question. She just didn�t have
the stomach for it.

�Ah, Bulma.� Frieza�s voice sounded
from behind her and Bulma stopped dead in her tracks, forcing herself to close
her eyes and count to three before she turned to face him. She hated Frieza.
Everything about him was tacky and sleazy.

�Lord Frie�� Bulma�s greeting fell
away mid-sentence as she saw who was standing next to Frieza. Dressed in a
typical Icejin guard uniform was Brolly. His coal black eyes were fastened upon
her with a strange intensity � as though he was trying to tell her something.

�I was going to introduce you to our
latest recruit; Brolly. But I suppose you already know him from your days in
the saiyan court.� Frieza idly studied his fingernails, as though he wasn�t
really watching for Bulma�s reaction.

�Brolly.� Bulma took a stumbling
step back. Fear, panicky and overwhelming, welled up. A veil of terror so
complete that for a moment Bulma forgot to breath clouded her vision. Brolly was here for her. It didn�t matter what story he had told
Frieza, he was too loyal to have left Vegeta. Too loyal to be here on anything
other then Vegeta�s orders.

�Hello�Bulma,
was it?� Brolly smiled cockily at her. �You�ll have to excuse me having
forgotten your name. I�ve guarded so many of the Prince�s women over the
years. All the names blur after a
while.� He ran his eyes up and down her body in a blatant short of male appraisal.

Bulma
squirmed under his eyes, as she was supposed to. Brolly was acting very unlike
his usual self, and acting so well Bulma almost wanted to hand him an academy
award and shake his hand. Clearly he didn�t want Bulma giving him away, he
didn�t even want to admit to having been more then just a guard for her. A
friend and a confidant was more close to what he had been to her, yet he was
very obviously ignoring that relationship and distancing himself from her.

Maybe he
wasn�t here for her; maybe he was here to spy on Frieza. She couldn�t believe
Brolly would leave Vegeta. He�d have given up his life for the prince; he would
have suffered any wrong that the saiyan prince would have done him. Bulma may
not have known Vegeta or Brolly for long, but she had known them both
intimately enough to know that Brolly wouldn�t be here unless Vegeta had
told him to go.

Bulma
swallowed as the image of Vegeta looming over her, his eyes dark with that something he felt for her. Nothing in God�s green
earth would entice her back to the saiyan home world. Brolly scared her, true,
but Vegeta scared her more. He�d have to drag her kicking and screaming to get
her back.

�I was just�� Bulma took another
step backwards. Sweat beading on her forehead as she stilled her fluttering
hands. She swallowed. �I was just going for a walk.�

Frieza smiled. �Well then, perhaps
you�ll allow us to walk with you.�

�Of course.� Bulma forced a smile
onto her face but couldn�t still the fine tremble in her hands. She had spent
next to no time with Frieza, but he made her flesh crawl whenever he was near
her. Until Bulma had met Frieza she hadn�t known why some people said that
certain people made their flesh crawl, now she did. Frieza made her skin almost
crawl of her body.

�My daughter says you�ve been having
some trouble, how do you say, getting along?� Frieza tucked Bulma�s hand onto
his arm and continued to chat conversationally, Brolly following behind them,
his eyes burning holes in Bulma�s back. Well, metaphorically speaking, for all
Bulma knew Brolly really could burn holes with his eyes. She�d seen saiyans do
some pretty weird shit with their powers in her time.

�We, uh��

�Now, now my dear, there is no need
to explain. I know how impulsive and temperamental my daughter can be.� Frieza
patted her hand gently like a kindly grandmother, and Bulma had for force
herself not to pull away. �Which is why I wanted to show you my collection.�

�Your�collection?� Bulma didn�t have
to feign confusion. �What does your collection have to do with me? Or Ilandra�

�Oh, quite a bit, but it�ll be
easier to explain when I show you.� Frieza stopped in front of a steel
reinforced door and punched a code into the keypad. The door whirred and slid
open smoothly, exposing a long corridor with doors lining each side. The doors
were made of some sort of plexiglass as if they were made to showcase what was
inside of them.

Frieza urged her inside and Bulma
took two hesitating steps. The knee high black stiletto boots she was wearing
with her dress clacked on the metal floor and she jumped at the unexpected
sound. Brolly stepped up beside her and brushed against her arm ever so
slightly. She waited for him to move ahead of her and then followed him.
Somehow she didn�t want to see what was in those rooms. She didn�t want to see
Frieza�s collection.

She moved up to the first window and
found herself staring at a tiny neon pink fairy, or at least what looked like a
fairy. The creature fluttered around the room on gossamer wings moving closer
to the window to stare forlornly at Bulma and Brolly out of sad eyes. Frieza
moved up beside them and the creature veered away from the window, hovering in
the furthest corner.

�This is my male Elaqua, the last of
his species. I collected him from the planet Ela many years ago, in matter of
fact he is the oldest of my collection and the first in my collection. His name
is Tinting.� Frieza tapped the glass as though it was a pet and then moved onto
the next door, waving his hands as he talked as though he was giving a
practiced tour. �This lovely young lady is called Nixot. She�s a Serpantine
from the planet Serpia��

�Let me guess, she�s the last of her
kind?� Brolly asked as he stared at the creature and then moved aside so Bulma
could look at the girl in the room.

�Not quite.� Frieza chuckled. �Nixot
is one of two Serpantine�s left. You�ve both met the other � my second in
command Zarbon.� Frieza looked at Nixot with obviously pleasure. �Serpantine�s
are amazing creatures. While the males are unbelievably powerful warriors the
females, like Nixot here, are weak as humans. Of course, the females have an
incredibly high level of acidity in their bodily fluids. Their blood, sweat,
tears and saliva are all toxic to virtually all forms of life except for
themselves. When we first conquered Serpia and captured Nixot she was only a
child, but she managed to spit on a few of my guards and melted holes clean
through their armour and flesh. None of them survived. Once I allowed my
collection to roam, but now I have to keep them locked away. She was getting
them riled up and causing trouble.�

�I can sympathise with that.� Bulma
stared at the girl who stood inside the room staring back at them. She was
incredibly beautiful, but it was a delicate doll-like beauty, as though she
would shatter and break with the smallest touch.

Nixot was barely 5 feet tall, Bulma
guessed. Her skin was a pale lime green colour and her hair was a gorgeous
emerald green. It fell around her in waves, as though it has been growing uncut
for years. A small portion of the hair on one side of her face was tightly
braided and was tied with silver beads. Her eyes were the same shade of emerald
green and they were set in a small angular face with bee-stung lips and a small
but perfect nose.

As Bulma stared at her she felt
anger sweep up her body like a scalding wave. She could still remember being
held in that cell back when she was being sold into slavery. Staring through
that plexiglass window as people gawked at her. She placed her hand on the
glass and fought to keep her strong emotions off her face. She wanted these
people out. They were thinking, breathing and living being. No one deserved to
be treated like this.

�How can you keep these people
locked up?� Bulma�s voice was steady but faint.

�Quite easily.� Frieza took hold of
Bulma�s arm and drew her back from Nixot�s tiny little room. �You see, all of
the creatures I have in here are the last of their kind and I have to protect
them.�

�You call this protecting them?�
Bulma jerked her arm free and pushed her hair behind her ears as she drew
herself up to her full height. �This is disgusting!�

Frieza laughed. �I�m so glad you
think so, because once we�ve defeated the saiyans and we have a hold of their
empire I�m going to be purging and selling off that quaint little world you
call Earth, and then you�ll be on the endangered species list.� Frieza stepped
back from Bulma and turned to look at Brolly. �Come to think of it�both of you
will be.� He turned his reptilian eyes back on Bulma. �Of course, if both of
you stay on my good side then there�ll be no need to lock you both up.�

�I doubt your daughter would allow
it anyway. She dragged me halfway around the world galaxy, do you really think
she�s going to hand me over to you?� Bulma stepped back until she was pressed
against the plexiglass window of a cell.

�She�s not quite as faithful as she
seems. She may act like a faithful puppy, but like most women she�s a bitch at
heart, Bulma.� Frieza didn�t bother to follow Bulma as she moved back. He
simply smiled self-indulgently. �I�m sure Brolly here can tell you a story
about my darling daughter and her private activities.�

Bulma looked across to see Brolly
looking both disgusted and unhappy. �I saw you fucking your daughter, no
surprise.�

�What?� Bulma stepped forward and
looked up into Brolly�s face. Her baby blue eyes searching his face as she
grabbed him by his shirt. �You�re lying, right? This is some kind of sick joke
isn�t it?�

�No.� Brolly brushed her hands
aside. �I don�t know why you ran away with that whore, but she is
a whore Bulma. She�s screwing her own father.�

�You see?� Frieza sidled up to them.
�Ilandra won�t protect you if push comes to shove. Of course, things don�t have
to be that way at all. If you co-operate with me then I�ll see to the safety of
your planet. I�ll keep Earth safe�I�ll keep you safe.�

�Oh! Eew!� Bulma stalked forward
looking as sick as she felt. �I�m not for sale, Lord Frieza.� Bulma stepped
away from Frieza and almost bumped into Brolly as she pushed past him, spitting
Frieza�s name as though it were a curse. �I�m not going to owe my life to
another man again, especially not some incestuous monster!�.�

~*~

A/N � I�m tired. This is about the best I can do. Sorry these updates
are coming less and less often. I�m just not motivated. Oooh, it is my birthday
this Saturday (4^th feb) so if anyone wants to draw me some fanart as
a present and a motivation tool please feel free!!!
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