Chapter 4
Disclaimer:
I don’t own DBZ…none of us fanfic writers do…unless Akira Toriyama is actually
one of us…
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Life wasn’t so bad, Bulma reflected as she yawned and stretched. Frieza wasn’t that
bad to live with, he did drink occasionally but she have never once had him get
drunk and hit her.
“Morning.” Frieza appeared in the doorway and smirked, Bulma
resisted the urge to pull the covers over her head and play coy. She didn’t
have to hide from Frieza any more; he’d married her after all and made her the
queen of his empire. She was happy…almost content. If it weren’t for her
memories of Vegeta and of her little boy Trunks she’d almost be happy. She
missed them both so much and not even Frieza’s love could take away the
feelings she’d once had for Vegeta. Feelings that if she were honest with
herself, she could admit that she still felt.
“Morning Frieza.” Bulma climbed out of bed and put a dressing
gown on. “You didn’t come back last night?”
“Couldn’t, the damned Algorian Empire is putting up a
resistance.” Frieza came into the room, his tail lashing back and forth in
annoyance.
“You can’t blame them, I mean you’re seizing control and are
either selling the planets and their inhabitants or your killing and destroying
the planets.” Bulma closed her eyes as Frieza pulled her in for a hug.
“Well what would you suggest, softie?” Frieza gently bit the
side of her neck.
“You
could try…I don’t know…not taking over civilisations.” Bulma shrugged. “I was
only applying logic to your complaint.”
Frieza mock glared at her. “Well stop being logical! At least
you’re better to talk t then everyone else! Whenever I want to complain to
other people they just utter; ‘yes master Frieza.’ liked damned robots.
At least you aren’t afraid to give me your true opinion.”
Bulma rolled her eyes. “But I’m not scared of you, the
rest of your empire is.”
Frieza yawned and wandered over to the bed. “True enough…” He
yawned again. “I’m going to catch a quick nap, wake me up if anyone important
comes.”
“Sure thing.” Bulma turned and began dressing, her thoughts
returning to her baby Trunks. What did he look like now? Was he walking yet?
Was he talking yet?
And then there was Chichi, how on Earth would she be holding up
– if she was even alive! Who knows what might have happened to her during the
impending saiyan mating season…she might have been killed, or worse Trunks
might have been killed! Bulma hurriedly finished dressing and made her way down
to the bridge of Frieza’s ship; she had to send out a communication to planet
Yardrat to find out if Chichi and Trunks were still alive.
“Empress Bulma, good morning to you, how may I be of service?”
The captain strode forward and knelt at her feet, Bulma waved him up.
“I want to send a communication to planet Yardrat, I need to get
in touch with my friend Chichi.”
“Of course, I shall send down a request straight away.” The
captain waved over one of his officers and muttered in his ear to send down a
communication request to planet Yardrat.
“Who shall I tell them we wish to speak to?” The officer looked
at Bulma, “Prince Vegeta perhaps?”
“Perhaps not.” Bulma’s voice turned frosty, “Address the request
to Chichi, not to Prince…Vegeta.”
Bulma turned away and tried to fight the horrible chocked up
feeling that she always got when she said his name. She often wondered what
things would have been like if Vegeta hadn’t given her up, if she’d fought to
stay with him…or even what might have happened if Vegeta had fought Frieza for
her instead of using her as a bargaining chip. That was what had hurt; it
wasn’t that Vegeta had let her go, it was that he’d traded her in. And worst of
all he’d kept Trunks with him, he hadn’t even allowed her to take her little
baby with her. If she didn’t love him so much she’d have been furious, instead
all she felt was a numb kind of pain.
“Empress? The request has gone through, Chichi is waiting to
hear from you.” The captain bowed and led her over to a COM screen.
“Bulma?” Chichi’s face lit up as Bulma sat down and smiled into
the screen. “Oh Bulma I thought you were dead…or worse! Tell me is it horrible
with that monster? Has he hurt you yet?”
“Actually Chichi…” Bulma paused. “Frieza’s alright.”
“Alright? Bulma the last time you saw him you tried to stab him
to death.” Chichi face had morphed into a horrid shock.
“I know but…he treats me well Chichi. He married me and made me
empress, and he never hurts me or anything nasty.”
“Are we talking about the same Frieza here?” Chichi’s mouth had
dropped open. “I can’t believe this!”
“Well you should! But listen Chichi; I didn’t call to talk about
me I called to find out how you were, and my Trunks! Is my boy alright?”
“Trunks is fine, he’s getting bigger every day! I’m taking extra
special care of him.” Chichi looked down at her own body, “I’m expecting a baby
myself…so Trunks will at least get to have a half saiyan friend to play
with...”
“You’re pregnant?” It was Bulma’s turn to be shocked and
surprised. “How? Who with?”
“It was with Raditz…” Chichi looked sad for a moment, “The
saiyan’s went into heat and…” She looked chocked up but kept speaking, “Raditz
found me and, well you can probably guess what he did.”
“Oh honey, that’s terrible!” Bulma put her hand up to the
screen, “I’m so sorry I left you, I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to
you!”
“Hey, don’t worry about me, I’m fine Bulma, I’m a survivor.”
Chichi smiled bravely. “I guess I should tell you a little about Vegeta…”
“No!” Bulma cut in, “I don’t want to hear about how happy he is
with his little saiyan wife…”
“Well actually the rumour is that Vegeta doesn’t actually like
any of the saiyan woman enough to stay with one of them. And besides with he
bonded with you.”
“He what?”
“You remember don’t you? Vegeta bonded with you, he made you the
equivalent of his saiyan wife…”
“Yeah and then he did the equivalent of a saiyan divorce
and handed me over to another man…well…yeah man.” Bulma spoke bitterly and
stubbornly crossed her arms. “It’s too late now anyway Chichi. I’ve managed to
settle in with Frieza and I can’t see how anyone is going to tear us apart.”
“He misses you.” Chichi slotted in slyly. “Vegeta misses you
like crazy.”
“Well,” Bulma took a deep breath, “You can just tell him that I
miss him too…but that he brought this on himself, and on me so he has to deal
with the consequences.”
“Bulma?” Chichi now seemed timid again. “Can we talk again? I
mean there are some things I want to talk to you about, only now isn’t a good
time.”
“Sure…ah, why isn’t this a good time?” Bulma edged forward in
her chair staring eagerly at her best friends face.
“Because Vegeta just stormed in here and he’s heading this way!”
Chichi squealed and pushed the end button; the screen abruptly blanked on
Bulma.
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