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A/N – Okay, there’s a little more G/B-ness in this chapter, but
it’s more of a focus on Frieza and Bulma (you all know how I love my F/B
interludes!) Anyhow, please enjoy! Oh yes and if you got the lemon chapter of
the last chapter from me this starting bit is going to look a little familiar!
Thanks to Ane S. Thesia for beta reading – one of these days I’m
going to pay you back!
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~*~ To the next abstinence: the next more easy; ~*~
~*~ For use almost can change the stamp of nature, ~*~
~*~ And master the devil, or throw him out ~*~
~*~ With wondrous potency. ~*~
-
Hamlet
from ‘Hamlet’
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Goku
was asleep, but for Bulma, sleep was more elusive and she laid in her husband’s
brother's arms for hours.
“This
is the very ecstasy of love;
Whose
violent property fordoes itself,
And
leads the will to desperate undertakings,
As
oft as any passion under heaven
That
does afflict our natures.”
Bulma
murmured a quote from Hamlet as she finally started to drift off. Her thoughts
were still madly swirling through her head as she tried to make sense of all
that had happened. Was this right? Was she right to love Goku even after he had
killed Turles? Were these her feelings or were they the product of the bond?
~*~
Someone
was banging on the door, Bulma registered, as she woke up with a start. Next to
her Goku slept on, oblivious to the noise. Bulma snuck out of the bed and
hurriedly dressed. She opened the door to find Vegeta standing there with a
very pissed-off Raditz, and an even more disgruntled Nappa.
“Uh…can
I help you?” Bulma stepped back as the three Saiyans barged through her front
door.
“Where’s
Kakarot?” Vegeta seemed to be in an incredibly bad mood today, Bulma thought,
as she walked back into Goku’s bedroom and shook him awake.
“Goku?
Get up, Vegeta’s here.” Goku mumbled something and rolled over. “Goku?” Bulma shook him harder and he sat up,
blinking in surprise when he saw Bulma.
“What
are you doing in…Oh…Oh!” Goku’s tone turned all knowing when he
remembered what had taken place the night before.
“Not
now!” Bulma spalled his hand away when he reached for her. “Vegeta and his two
little cabbage patch buddies are here.”
“Oh.”
Goku’s ‘oh’ was decidedly dejected. “Do I at least get a kiss good
morning?”
Bulma
opened her mouth to tell him no, but he leant up and kissed her anyway. Not
that Bulma minded that much. Goku was a good kisser. A very good kisser!
“Well,
well. It seems that you two are getting along better.” Vegeta’s amused
voice came from the doorway and Bulma leaped back with a startled ‘eep’.
“Haven’t
you ever heard of knocking?” Bulma walked out of the room as Goku jumped out of
bed, indifferent to his nakedness.
Vegeta
blushed and hurriedly looked away. “Could you put some clothes on and stop
prancing around naked?” he ground out.
“I am
getting dressed. You could just leave the room, no ones forcing you to watch me.”
Goku pulled on a training suit and pulled his armour over his head. Vegeta
mumbled something that didn’t sound very friendly and left the room.
“What’s
wrong?” Bulma nervously glanced at Nappa and Raditz, who both stared solidly
back at her.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Goku appeared in the doorway and yawned.
“Frieza
has ordered us to eliminate the inhabitants of Taurine.” Vegeta sounded very
grim. “They were allies to Frieza, but recently backed out of the alliance.
Frieza thinks that they must have some new weapon, so before he sends his
precious elite army in, he wants us to go in first and see what they’re going
to be up against.”
“So, in
other words, he’s sending you on a suicide mission?” Bulma crossed her arms
angrily. “The nerve of that man!”
“Oh, he
isn’t making us go in, but if we go in we get a rather large sum of money.”
Vegeta shrugged. “Besides, we haven’t been killed yet.”
Nappa
grunted in agreement with Vegeta. Raditz looked bored but nodded, and Goku
stared vaguely at Vegeta.
“I
don’t know…I mean, what if I die and Bulma dies?” Goku glanced at Bulma and,
through the bond; she realized that the real reason he wanted to stay was so
they could… Bulma gasped out loud in shock. She would never have guessed Goku
could have such a dirty mind!
“I know
it’s dangerous,” Vegeta spoke up, misinterpreting Bulma’s gasp. “But I feel
secure that we will all come out alive. I’ve studied the files on the Taurine
people and, although they are strong fighters, technologically they are behind
even the Earth people. Besides, we have our own secret weapon.” Vegeta glanced
at Goku and they exchanged a secretive look.
“And
what does that mean exactly? What are you two up to?” Bulma stalked
forward and glared the two main men in her life. “Goku Son! If you’re plotting
anything dangerous behind my back…”
“Oh,
come on, Bulma! Would I do something as stupid as that?” Goku gave an
unconvincing laugh. “Look, we need money, so we’re going to go get some by
working. This is our job. As far as I know it was also Turles' job.” Goku
stifled a sigh as Bulma flinched at the name of her old mate. “I’m going to
come back alive, don’t you worry.”
“I
don’t trust you two.” Bulma sighed and glanced at Nappa and Raditz who still
stood there with stony looks on their faces. “Do you know what their
secret weapon is?”
Nappa
grunted again mysteriously and Raditz gave a single shake of his head.
“Great.
That’s just what I need; silent Saiyans.” Bulma pouted and spent the next ten
minutes glaring at Goku as he moved around his room packing his gear.
“I’m
going to come back, Bulma, you’ll see!” Goku hugged her. “I’m not going to let
you down ever again!”
“I
know, just come back again.” Bulma kissed his neck and realized that she was
struggling to hold back her tears as Goku walked away.
~*~
“Miss
Briefs?” Bulma was working on a new invention in the science labs when a voice
interrupted her.
“Yes?”
She turned around but couldn’t see anyone. “What do you want?”
Zarbon
stepped out from the shadowed doorway and smiled indulgently at her. “Lord
Frieza requests your presence.”
“Oh.”
Bulma blinked. She had only seen Frieza once and that had been when she had
first arrived. He hadn’t impressed her as being quite as terrifying as Turles
had made out. But he had seemed a little creepy. “He wants to see me now?”
“Yes.
While your mate is away.” Zarbon widened his creepy grin and held the door open
for her. “We best not keep him waiting.”
“I
suppose not.” Bulma turned the computer off and stood up. Something about this
meeting with Frieza seemed wrong. That little voice inside of her head that she
had always called her women’s intuition was screaming at her not to follow
Zarbon to a meeting with Frieza.
“Do you
know why he wants to see me?” Bulma nervously glanced at the blue-skinned goon.
“No.”
Zarbon chuckled. “But I do have an idea or two.”
Bulma
swallowed hard and tried not to appear ill at ease as Zarbon entered Frieza’s
throne room. Frieza was lounging on his throne with a glass of what looked like
wine. He raised his eyes to Bulma and smiled warmly. Immediately Bulma knew
something was up. Frieza was never nice unless he wanted something big.
“Lord
Frieza?” Bulma knelt briefly as Turles had shown her to do. “You wished to see
me?”
“I
wished to talk to you, actually.” Frieza chuckled at his joke and motioned for
Bulma to walk closer. “Tell me, how are things going with your new mate?”
“Fine,”
Bulma mumbled tensely. “Everything’s fine.”
“Are
you sure? You look a little…tense. Hasn’t your mate been performing his…duties?”
Frieza slithered off his throne and crept closer to Bulma when she made no move
to walk closer to him.
“Goku
and I are getting along just fine and it’s none of your business what Goku and
I do in our spare time.” Bulma crossed her arms, her flesh crawling with
revulsion as Frieza gave her what was supposed to be a reassuring smile.
“Actually,
as the Emperor it is my business to know what goes on in my kingdom. I could
order you to tell me every single thing that you and Goku do in private and I
could have you put to death if you didn’t.” Frieza laughed maniacally at
Bulma’s panicked expression. “But of course I wouldn’t do that. Putting you to
death would only stir up trouble with the Saiyans.”
“Big
trouble,” Bulma agreed, forcing herself to speak. “Vegeta would…”
“It is
funny you should mention Vegeta’s name. You see, he is the one I wish to speak
to you about.”
“What
do you want to know?” Bulma stepped away from Frieza as his tail brushed
against her leg.
“Oh,
not much.” Frieza shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s just that you and Vegeta seem to
get along so well. When you first arrived I half expected Vegeta to challenge
Turles and try to take you.”
“Vegeta
isn’t interested in me like that,” Bulma protested.
“Oh, I
know that now. He has far too much honour to disgrace the last of his people by
doing that. And besides, he does seem to be taking an unnatural interest in
your daughter.” Frieza watched Bulma closely.
“Of
course he would. She is the first female Saiyan to be born in years, it’s only
natural that he would wish to bond with her.” Bulma backed away as Frieza moved
closer.
“Hmm,
it is possible that you are correct. However, I have heard another whisper
about why he wants her.” Frieza paused for effect, watching as Bulma’s eyes
widened. “I have heard that he wants to overthrow me and put himself on the
throne in my place. I have heard that he is planning on doing this by using
Raven’s DNA and his own to create a cloned army, whose Saiyan power would rival
the power of my elites.”
“What?”
Bulma practically screeched. “That’s utter nonsense! Not only is Vegeta not
smart enough to have worked out such a scientific plan, but I would put a stop
to any attempt to use my daughters DNA in cloning!”
“I hope
so.” Frieza backed Bulma into the wall. “Because if I have any cause to believe
that Vegeta may be plotting to destroy me, I will kill both you and your daughter.”
Frieza leaned closer and flicked his tongue out, tasting Bulma’s fear. “Have I
made myself clear?”
“Y…yes,
Lord Frieza, perfectly clear.” Bulma tried to duck under his arm and leave, but
Frieza grabbed her and forced her back against the wall.
“Leaving
so soon? I thought you and I could have a little fun.” Frieza’s eyes roamed
over her. “I must admit, I am curious to see what it is about you that had two
of the strongest fighters in the universe at each others throats.” Frieza
cupped her face with a hand and Bulma squeaked in fear.
“I must
go, my Lord…I have left Raven by herself. I must get back.” Bulma pulled away
and this time Frieza allowed her to go.
“Remember
what I said, Bulma.” Frieza’s voice followed her long after she had left his
throne room.
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A/N – Poor Bulma. I can’t help but feel sorry for her. Oh well
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