Chapter 5
Disclaimer:
I don’t own DBZ…none of us fanfic writers do…unless Akira Toriyama is actually
one of us…
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Vegeta stormed over to Chichi and was just in time to catch a
glimpse of Bulma’s beautiful face before Chichi shut the monitor off and
whirled to face him, anger written across her features.
“What do you want? Haven’t you done enough damage
already?” Chichi almost spat at him her anger was so great.
Vegeta ignored the black haired woman’s insolent tone. “What did
Bulma want, woman?”
“She wanted to know how Trunks, her son, was going. She
was very concerned with his well being.” Chichi glared at him. “Can’t say I blame
her.”
“Did she say anything about me? Have any messages for me?”
Vegeta stepped forward with something almost like eagerness in his eyes.
“No.” Chichi almost laughed at the surprised expression on his
face. “Why so surprised Vegeta? Did you think she might actually still love you
after your fucked up her life so badly?”
Vegeta let out a growl and slapped Chichi, sending her spinning
to the floor, “What did you say to her woman? You must have said something to
put her off me! Bulma loved me!”
Chichi let out a nasty sounding chuckle and dragged herself off
the floor. “You’re a fool Vegeta! Every time I tried to mention your name to
her she would change the topic…except when she told me to stop talking about
you because she no longer cared about you.” Chichi noted the look of hurt that
crossed his features. “You’re never going to learn are you Vegeta? You could
have had Bulma’s love but instead you traded it for three more saiyan whores…”
“I never meant to hurt her.” Vegeta’s voice came out a whisper.
“I only did what I did for my people…”
“Yes, but did you stop to think about what you were doing to
Bulma? You forced her to leave her child Vegeta! You made her leave Trunks
behind her!” Chichi watched as anger sprung back into Vegeta’s eyes.
“He was my son!”
“No Vegeta!” Chichi looked at him with loathing. “Trunks was
nothing more to you then a bastard child you accidentally begot off your latest
whore.”
“I loved Bulma! I loved her Chichi.” Vegeta sounded sad again;
it was all Chichi could do not to laugh at his idiocies.
“You still don’t get it do you? Bulma never loved you Vegeta,
you were there for her when she was pregnant and she was grateful. But that’s
all it was, she never loved you and after all that you’ve done to her since
she’s never going to love you again.”
Chichi stepped past him and left the room, ignoring the aghast
expressions on the face of the saiyan guard who stood at the door.
~*~
Bulma sat down on the edge of the bed, aware of Frieza watching
her as she lay down and stared at the ceiling. She felt unsettled again today…almost
sad but not quite.
“What’s wrong Bulma?” He pulled her up against his body. “And
don’t say nothing because I’m not going to believe it.”
Bulma turned her head and studied her lover Frieza before
looking back at the ceiling. “I talked to Chichi, my friend on planet Yardrat.”
“I thought you might.” Frieza gently stroked her hair. “What did
she say to upset you?”
“She mentioned that Vegeta missed me.” Bulma tried to sound
casual but failed, she felt Frieza go tense beside her.
“And how do you feel about that?” His eyes bored into hers and
she sighed softly.
“I’m not sure. Happy because he misses me so he must be going
through some pain, but sad because part of me still cares about him.” Bulma sat
up. “I miss my baby. I miss Trunks and every time I think of my son I can’t
help but remember Vegeta.”
“You still love him don’t you?” Frieza’s voice sounded flat and
emotionless, the same way it sounded before he killed people.
Bulma glanced at him through the corner of her eye, “I care
about him, but I don’t love him. I don’t think I have it in me to love him
after he betrayed me.”
Frieza sat up a reassured smile on his face. “Good. Now Bulma my
love, what time is it?” he swiftly changed the topic.
“Ah…about
“Because I have to go to a trial.” He stood up and stretched,
Bulma grinned at him,
“Can I come? I promise to behave myself.”
“Of course you can, I might even let you choose a sentence for
him.” Frieza gave her a wicked smile and pulled her onto her feet.
“Oh Frieza, you bad, bad boy.” Bulma chuckled. “Pre-judging
those poor people.” Frieza and Bulma cackled together as they left the room.
~*~
Piccolo bowed before Bulma and Frieza and kicked the legs of the
accused man, Larry, until he knelt before them. He noted the surprised looks of
both Frieza and Bulma; Larry was of the same species of Frieza.
Piccolo cleared his throat, “Lord Frieza, this lowly creature in
front of you is Larry, once your loyal servant. He is accused of slandering the
Queen Bulma.” Piccolo looked up in time to see a pissed look pass through
Bulma’s eyes.
Frieza stared emotionlessly down at Larry, his tail twitching.
“What do you have to say for yourself…Larry?”
The lizard like man looked up at Bulma through slitted eyes. “I
think it’s a disgrace that you married a human being, a woman who cannot give
you a child and who is weak and emotional.”
“Emotional?” Bulma chuckled. “Who said that being emotional is
bad? Your right Larry, I am emotional, in fact at this moment I’m feel
particularly emotional…I feel angry. I feel so angry that I believe we should
skip the trial and get straight to the sentencing, especially since it’s
obvious that you’re guilty.”
Larry growled. “Lord Frieza you cannot allow this woman to
interrupt our trial with her pitiful whininess. You know as well as I that this
trial must be held fairly.”
Frieza smiled back, a flash of fangs barely perceptible. “Oh
Larry, look around you! Who will back you up? You are alone except for Piccolo,
Bulma and I, and none of us are feeling particularly nice tonight.”
Larry’s eyes widened as he realised that Frieza was going to do
as Bulma suggested. “My Lord…”
“Silence Larry!” Frieza roared, his power crackling, “My love
you have a sentence?”
Bulma nodded. “Perhaps.” She looked at Piccolo. “Tell me
Piccolo, what did Larry say about me? What kinds of things?”
“He said that you deserved to die, that you were not worthy of
your position, that you were weak, stupid and then he proceeded to try to rouse
support for your death.” Piccolo smiled as he saw the dark shadow pass of
Bulma’s face.
“Really?” She smiled. “Hmm, I do believe I have found the
perfect punishment. Tell me Piccolo, does Mr. Larry here have a wife?”
“He does.” Piccolo smirked.
“Then by order of Queen Bulma,” She paused to grin at Frieza. “I
order you to kill Larry’s wife. Kill her in one of the ways Larry suggested to
kill me and…” She looked down into Larry’s murderously angry eyes. “Make him
watch and then lock him up for…life.”
“No…you can’t!” Larry tried to throw himself at Bulma but
Piccolo held him back.
“This session is now over.” Frieza smiled, his eyes looking at
Bulma. Oh yes, the woman had indeed been worth the price he had paid for her.
Vegeta was a fool for letting her go.
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