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Disclaimer: I don�t own DBZ
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A/N � Ow�I got eye-cream
in my eyes. It�s really burning. Aside from pain, sorry this has taken me some
time to get out. I have every intention of finishing this fic.

~*~

��

�How close are we to Saiyajin
territory?� Frieza drawled sleepily as he lay reclined on his throne, watching
Zarbon as he knelt in front of him. Behind Zarbon stretched the giant viewing
screen that showed a seemingly endless blanket of glimmering stars.

A million stars�most of them
with planets circling around them, and it was the mighty Icejin Empire that had
conquered each planet, no matter how inhospitable. Some worlds had been mined,
some had been sold to other races and others had been purged and settled by his
people. Large as his Empire was, Frieza still felt the same drive to expand it
as he always had. One planet more was never enough. He wanted, no�needed,
to own the entire galaxy. It was the only was he would ever be truly content:
to be Lord of the entire Universe.

�� Not far
now, Sire.� The pale blue man looked up through his green hair. �Another day or
travel and we will reach the border.�

�� Excellent.�
Frieza allowed himself a pleased smile and he turned attention to the stars. He
would begin with the Saiyan Empire�an easy target if his recent surveillance
were to be believed. The woman, Bulma, would come around eventually. Brolly had
seemed sufficiently shaken after being led through the remainder of his
collection and had simply told him that he would do his best to talk Bulma into
�helping� him.

�� Regardless
of wether Brolly was actually spying for Vegeta or if he was telling the truth
and had left of his own free will, Frieza didn�t for a minute doubt that he�d
managed to scare the saiyan into seeing things his way. Saiyans were such
weaklings. They had no control over their own power! They couldn�t even lower
or raise their power at will! They were nothing but weak pathetic creatures!
They had defended their empire through sheer aggression and numbers in the
past, but now the Icejin Empire had grown large enough to be more then a match.

�� The once
powerful and mighty Saiyajin Empire had become weak and corrupt. The mindless
hedonism of the old King Vegeta had reduced his court to fickle warriors whose
skills had long since rotted away. The entire saiyajin council were shadows of
their former selves, and a weak government led to a weak people.

�� Prince
Vegeta, although desperate to halt the fast sinking Empire had risen to power
too late to reverse the damage his father had done. Oh, he had managed to save
his race from becoming completely helpless, but his desperate quest to train
all saiyans into the brutal warriors they had once been was only succeeding
with the easily led lower class soldiers. The upper class was too reluctant,
too dumb, too smug and convinced of their own superiority to train themselves
as Vegeta wished them to do.

�� It was a
pity Vegeta was so headstrong. He would have made a good second in command if
he hadn�t been so�dominant. The boy was powerful, unbelievably so. But he was
also proud. Proud of his saiyan heritage and determined to see his race survive
the coming war. Unfortunately, it was impossible to allow Vegeta to survive. He
would have to be conquered, killed and replaced with the child that was growing
inside of Bulma.

�� Bulma.
Frieza frowned as he thought upon their last meeting. The girl had defied him.
Her refusal to help him could not go unpunished, even if Brolly managed to
convince her to help them, she still needed to be taught to respect her
betters. She wasn�t a slave with him as she had been with Vegeta, but she still
needed to respect that she was dealing with the ruler of a very powerful
Empire. Disobedience was not tolerated, not even from someone as important as
she was.

�� Zarbon?�
Frieza straightened and glanced down at the man who had once sabotaged his own
race�s rebellion against the Icejin Empire. Zarbon was the loyalist of his
followers. His power was fuelled by a love of fighting and a cold calculating
mind. He was also the closest thing Frieza had to a friend and a confidant.

�� Sire?�
Zarbon stared up at him through his tawny eyes.

�� I want
you to pay Bulma a little visit and take her to visit your little friend Nixot.
If she wants to sympathise with creatures in cages then she can spend a little
time with them.� Frieza smirked at the thought of the petite human being thrown
into Nixot�s room. Nixot looked harmless but she was a wild thing at heart.
She�d killed more of his guards then any other single being who was still
alive.

�� Is that
wise, my Lord?�

�� Does it
matter? Nixot will not kill someone who has had such a piteous life as Bulma.
The girl may be a tough cookie, but she won�t be able to help but sympathise
with Bulma � especially when she hears her sad story of rape and abuse.� Frieza
smirked to himself. �We�ll win that little human to our side yet.� He added as
an after thought.

�� Zarbon
nodded, ducked his head in submission and then turned and strode away, his
footsteps loud in the silent throne room. Frieza watched him go through
reptilian eyes, wondering, as he often had, why it was that Zarbon was so
blindly loyal to him. Several times it had been Zarbon who had saved his life
in battle, Zarbon who had killed those who would have killed Frieza�and yet
Frieza had done nothing to inspire such love. He had paid Zarbon in power and
wealth, made him into a more powerful warrior then ever, but it still mystified
him. If Zarbon hadn�t proved his loyalty time and again Frieza would have been
suspicious�but Zarbon had proven himself.

�� I won�t
let you, you know.� Ilandra�s voice crackled across the throne room and Frieza
inwardly cursed himself that he had been so distracted he hadn�t felt his
daughters approach. She stepped out of the shadows and gave him a brittle smile
as she stalked towards him in a floating red dress that billowed out behind
her.

�� You
won�t let me what?� Frieza asked innocently, wondering how much of his
conversation she had heard. Aside from being a stunning beauty, his daughter
was far stronger then most people suspected. Even Frieza himself had no clear
idea how strong she was or what her skills were. She was too much like him; too
devious.

�� I won�t
let you cage her up like an animal.� She took another few steps forward so she
leant over him, her red talon-like fingers curling around the arms of the
throne so that she had him trapped. �I don�t give a damn what you plan to do
with the Saiyan Empire or what you plan to do with Vegeta�s child that Bulma is
carrying, but I�ll be damned if I�ll let you take her away from me and screw
with her head.� Ilandra�s pale skin was almost illuminated with anger as she
snarled in his face. �Leave her to me! If you want her co-operation then let me
deal with her!�

�� Ilandra.�
Frieza sat up and brushed her arms away easily. For a moment he contemplated
hitting her for her insubordination but the moment passed, after all she had no
real power to back up her threats. She might be strong but she was a small fry
compared to him. She was a silly little girl who was letting her anger get the
best of her. �You don�t seem to be doing a very good job of that so far.��

��

�� She
jerked back like he had slapped her and for a moment Frieza thought was would
hiss at him like a startled snake about to strike. �How dare�� She swallowed
back what ever she had been about to say and smiled at him again. �You�re
right, of course, I haven�t been doing a very good job. A job that hasn�t been
helped by your interference.� She stood to her full height and rubbed her
forehead as though troubled by a headache, when she opened her eyes they were a
more bloody red then Frieza had ever seen them. �I�m sick of fighting to keep
Bulma happy when you�re slithering around like a snake, whispering
poison in her ear.� She leant close her father again. �In fact I�m beginning to
realise almost everything you say is poison.�

�� Frieza
considered his daughter for a moment and slowly let a lazy smile play onto his
face. �You�re only beginning to think that? You must be stupider then I gave
you credit for.� He stood up in one quick motion and shoved Ilandra hard enough
to send her sprawling to a heap in front of him. �I like you Ilandra, you�re my
daughter after all.� Frieza stood over her, his tail lashing back and forth.
�But don�t think for one moment that you�re any different to the rest of them.
I don�t care if you don�t like me coming near your little human, you�d just
better get one thing into your thick little skull�� Frieza reached down and
grabbed Ilandra by the front of the dress, tearing the flimsy material as he
jerked her up. �You and everything you own is mine, including your human. I
could have her the same way I have you. In fact considering what I�ve heard
lately she�d probably like that a whole lot more then she likes having you in
bed with her��

�� No!�
Ilandra tore away from him and staggered to her feet. �Don�t you touch her!
Don�t you dare!� She held her torn dress up to her front, trembling from fear
or anger or both. �Everything I�ve done in my life has been for you! Are you
telling me that none of it mean anything to you?�

�� Frieza
took a deep breath. �I think you should leave.�

�� Did
anything mean anything to you?� She took a step forward, ignoring his command.

�� It something
to me and that should be enough for you.� Frieza kept his face blank. He sank
back into the throne and reached across to pour himself some wine. �I don�t
want to fight with you anymore so I suggest you leave before I change my mind.�
He glanced up and met her furious eyes. She glared at him for a moment more and
then collected herself and strode from the room with all the dignity of a
queen.

�� I�ve
had enough.� She tossed over her shoulder at him as she slammed the throne room
door behind her so hard she warped the metal frame. Frieza merely sipped some
more wine and smiled.

�� So have
I.�

~*~

A/N - I know this is a short chapter but my eyes are
really burning. Hopefully next chapter we might get some more action�and yes, I
do mean that kind of action.
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