A/N: I'VE UPDATED!!!!!!! YAY!!!! hehe. So sorry about not updating for
AGES. I know you guys must hate me. I'm so sorry!!!
Hope you like this chapter.
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{Previously}
Bulma smiled, satisfied by Frieza's answer. "I'd like to see him thrown in the dungeon by tonight and competing in our gladiator tournament in the coming week, with two or three good beatings thrown in for extra measure!"
Frieza looked at her slyly, and nodded in consent.
She looked briefly at the pair of obsidian eyes that were staring at her. Little did he know, he was about to get the shock of his life tonight.
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Vegeta yawned as he stalked back to his quarters in silent rage. The blood in his ears began to pound wildly and a sense of dread filled him. It was immensely laughable. Him, the Saiya-jin no Ouji, afraid? And what was he afraid of? A damn midget lizard. At that point, Vegeta had never hated himself so much. His pathetic state said it all. A Prince forced to do the dirty work of a sick lizard who had a power craze.
The white walls of Frieza's domain flew past as he made his way to the room at an abnormally lightning speed.
Halting in front of his door, he couldn't help but wonder to himself if he had done the right thing in insulting Frieza's renowned scientist.
He smirked as he brandished a swipe key from his pocket. Nothing could compensate for the look on her face. It had been priceless... Beautifully priceless.
A hard object hit him suddenly, on the back of his neck.
Vegeta growled and fell forward into an unconscious state, his last thoughts had been of the certain blue-haired scientist he had encountered.
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Bulma shook out the teal coloured hair from her eyes as the force of wind picked up. She stood by her master in a snobbish and turgid stance.
The crowd surrounding them were loud and vulgar, shouting obscenities at the fighting warriors that were clad only in spandex shorts, within the oval stadium. Both warriors were sweating profusely, even though they had only been in the ring for half an hour.
Weaklings, that's what Bulma thought of them. She hated people who were weak, that was why she hated herself, but of course she had strength in the power of her mind. For this she was grateful, otherwise she might have been cast aside like the next piece of shit you rub off your shoe.
The crowd roared with laughter as one of the fighters' fell on his buttocks with a loud thud, from prancing around.
Bulma yawned and picked at her index fingernail, already being put to sleep with the almost comedic show. Both warriors had yet to land a punch on each other, instead of fighting they were more likely dancing around each other like eager butterflies. The reason why the 'warrior' landed smack dab on his ass.
She looked down at her master with uninterested emotion simmering in her blue depths. She hated this kind of fighting. How ridiculous! Her eyes grazed harshly over his lizard like features. This man with horns and evil face, took her in from the cold world she knew, her home planet. Or was it not cold?
She couldn't remember. Frieza had told her he had saved her from her garish world when she was only a young child. In any case, that was a long time ago and she had no insight into her past. It was as if it had been erased.
He was not the best of persons, nor the kind hearted, but he was powerful. And that is what she craved for. The power. Frieza had enough power to control the entire universe and death was what Bulma had been taught to accept at a young age. She was taken from her home as a child prodigy that miraculously turned into the genius she now was.
Now as she stood in Frieza's high court stadium, she had everything a woman could want. More importantly, she liked what she did. Because she couldn't remember her past, she had nothing to feel remorse over.
So as the years grew on her heart grew colder by the day and was almost completely encompassed in ice. She now felt no compassion nor kindness towards others, or even remotely cared about what they thought. She lived how she wanted do and did whatever she wanted to, that is until Frieza steps into the equation.
He sometimes gives her orders on what to do and what not to, almost as though she were his own daughter. This thought made her want to laugh. She had learned long ago that to laugh was inconvenient. She looked on in silent contempt at the battle commencing in the ring.
She would love to get her laser gun and shoot both of them dead, straight through the heart.
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Frieza chuckled as he saw the bored look on his companion's face. He looked up from his small hovercraft and gave her a rueful smile. "What is the matter, my dear sweet Bulma?" He said in a false sickly sweet tone.
In all cases, she was like a daughter to him. Although she held no real physical power to speak of, Frieza took her in for her intellectual abilities. On a round trip, visiting one of his various planets, he had come across an untouched part of the universe.
Tucked away into the corner of that galaxy, was a small planet. It had no relevance to speak of, but the people on this planet were entertaining for about thirty minutes before he blasted that planet to the next dimension.
He distinctly remembered telling her, when she was a little girl, that he had saved her. He smirked, yes he had saved her indeed! Saved her from the kindness and love she would have encountered on that back watered planet, rendering her intellectual gift useless. He had taken her in the nick of time. If he hadn't, the lady beside him would not have been as much of a cold hearted woman as she was now.
Bulma sent Frieza a withering look as he asked her the question. "Must we watch this?" She demanded, sounding almost child-like and spoilt.
Frieza quirked his eyebrow. "Do you not like it, dear?"
"How can I when they hardly fight!" She snapped back. She had gotten used to answering back to Frieza. She knew he would not harm her, he needed her genius. "Those fools are weaklings."
He cocked his head and looked at the 'fighting' pair. "They are being forced to fight you know." He said reasonably, which was odd because he was hardly ever reasonable.
She stomped her foot, "I don't care, one of them has to fight or die! I'm getting hot and dirty, all I'm saying is that they better start fighting soon or I shall personally kill them off myself!"
Frieza let out a controlled throaty laugh. "Go ahead then, Bulma. Put them out of their misery." A daring tone graced his voice. As if to say that she couldn't do it.
Bulma looked at him and held back an evil smile, "Is that a challenge, Lord Frieza?"
"Of course it is, my little scientist." He countered back.
"Fine." Her voice spoke volumes of confidence. Stepping down from the privileged booth they were sat in, she purposely made her way to the center of the ring, a ki transmitter had already been implanted into the palm of her hand.
The two warriors caught the approach of the well known and respected scientist. They bowed, mildly shaking in fear.
"M-Madame Bulma.." One stuttered out.
"SILENCE!" She thundered, her anger getting the better of her. She really had to learn how to control her temper.
They cowered in her presence.
The crowd grew silent, the hushed murmurs dying out as the beautiful teal haired woman spoke.
Bulma raised her right palm at both warriors and concentrated with tremendous force. She let her brain send signals to the laser ki chip implanted into the palm of her hand, and without a second thought blasted them both to the next dimension.
The heavy silence weighed down on her slightly as she looked at the charred remains of the two warriors.
Frieza smirked from his perched seat. She was learning fast in her twenty- third year of life. She was not, by far, as cruel as he would have liked her to be. But it would do for now. If it were him, he would have tortured those warriors to their death. Of course, it was Bulma's moment and he let her enjoy herself.
The crowd suddenly burst into a rapturous applause, with hysterical laughter. It was indeed such an interesting show the petite woman had put on. They loved it when she was angered, of course not when it was directed at them, but at other people.
Bulma cleared her throat and raised her hands to silence the crowd. She spoke clearly and fearlessly, "Make it known. Anyone else who so foolishly wishes to procrastinate the fight and inevitable death, shall in turn be killed without hesitation. By me!"
The crowd cheered at the new rule, and Bulma made her way to back to the booth where she was greeted with the smirking Frieza.
Bulma gave back an equally evil smirk and took her place beside her mentor.
The announcer came into the center of the stadium, holding back a smile. "Our new fighters will be, Saiya-jin commander Nappa, versus, his Saiya-jin no Ouji!"
Everyone hushed as the names were announced. Saiya-jin against Saiya-jin? Things were really going to get interesting now.
Bulma had heard many things of the rowdy Prince. He was much like herself in many ways, but the fool chose to refuse Frieza's offer. Until this moment, she had never laid eyes upon the mysterious Prince, this would certainly be interesting.
Fireza's jaw twitched in amusement at the mention of his personal and favourite pet.
The fun was just beginning.
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Vegeta squinted as the door of the dungeon opened. Light blinded him, he hadn't seen light since he last disobeyed Frieza a few weeks ago. The ki dampening collar that choked his neck mercilessly was deactivated.
He fell to ground on his eyes, the weight of it had been pushing him down to near insanity. He growled, never having been subjected to this when he had his pride intact and was the proud Prince of Vegeta-sei.
One of the guards kicked him roughly. Vegeta grunted from the pain, magnified by the fact that he was wearing a power draining collar.
Was this what his life was? Subjected to being a lizard's lap dog.
"Get up, trouble maker! It's time to fight in the stadium." The guard hissed.
Mustering all of his strength and most of his pride, stoic manner, Vegeta rose from the cold hard floor. The strength was slowly returning back to his limbs. Oh, he would show them trouble, he couldn't wait until he was out of this hell hole, to personally give Frieza a welcoming present. A whole right through his fucking homosexual gut.
He walked out slowly, following the guard, with shackles still around his wrists and ankles. They clinked heavily with each agonizing step he took. He couldn't wait to make Frieza pay for abducting him when he was only a boy.
Everyone had thought the mighty Prince had forgotten his vow of revenge, but one day, he will have it. He will have his revenge, even if it killed him.
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The harsh rays of sun assaulted his vision. He stumbled clumsily into the ring. It was so savage, to watch two people battle to the death, but it was the way of the Ice-jin. If he ever hated Frieza with a passion, it was now.
The shackles that had restrained his body and ki collar around his neck, were now removed. The energy could slowly be felt returning to his body. It was pure ecstasy to the Saiya-jin no Ouji.
As the strength slowly returned to his limbs, the jeering crowd caused him to look up at the vast amount of people seated and standing in the area. Roving his eyes over the unknown people, he desperately searched for any sign of Frieza.
There he was. His eyes narrowed as they landed on the creatures lithe body. An instant flash of blue diverted his attention. Growling, Vegeta looked into two pools of deep cerulean. He watched, mesmerized, as they flashed from annoyance to amusement.
So, she was the one to set this entire thing up. He almost regretted insulting her. Almost, mind you. The little minx had fire in her, he had to give her credit for that. Too bad he was going to kill her for this entire situation. He watched in curiosity as the smirk on her beautiful face widened cruelly.
What did that mean...?
Vegeta felt his heart leap in his throat.
What had the commentator just said?
That there was to be a Saiya-jin, fighting a Saiya-jin? But there were only three Saiya-jins that were alive, how could... His body convulsed as he realized who he was going to fight.
His mentor, his trainer;
His comrade. Nappa.
He cursed Frieza a thousand times over. How could he be forced to fight one of the three only living Saiya-jins alive? He just couldn't do it, and yet he knew he had to. It was now survival of the fittest, relations be damned, pride be blasted.
Vegeta had to survive.
The colour drained from his face as he watched the stone gates open with a creak to reveal a large, muscled and bald man. An extremely pissed off bald man. The man walked up slowly to Vegeta as the referee stood between them. Rough, calloused, desert sand swirled around their ankles in a mystic dance.
Vegeta glared at his opponent, regaining his composure.
Nappa stared at his Prince. The only living Royal of Vegeta-sei left. He wanted to bow, but knew that it was not the appropriate time to. "My Prince," he started speaking in Saiya-go.
"Shut up Nappa." Vegeta hissed, as much as it pained him to do so. "I will make this as painless as I can. Don't make it difficult for yourself."
Nappa's eyes hardened, but he nodded as his Prince's words hit home. At least he would die an honorable death. At the of his Prince. He knew he wasn't strong enough to defeat the man that stood before him, but deep down he admitted that he didn't have the heart to fight him even if he had been strong enough to stand a chance.
Vegeta growled, balling his fists. It seemed as though everything was moving in slow motion, the crowd, the swirling sand, heck even his blinking eyes. His insides shuddered at the thought of killing one of his remaining subjects.
Two clear blue eyes pierced through the side of his face. He could feel her cold glare upon him, causing him to wince inwardly. How could she hold so much power over Frieza? Dammit, it just wasn't fair!!
Vegeta snarled as the referee raised his hand in the air.
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Bulma looked at Frieza from the corner of her eye. This was quite a little twist. A sadistic smirk etched onto her face. So the little bastard that called her a whore, was a Saiya-jin? From what she knew of them, by Frieza, they were a pathetic race. All twiddly little brain dead monkeys. But this one had seemed so different...
"Which one is the Saiya-jin no Ouji?" She asked coyly, assuming that it was the large bald one and hoping he would kick the smaller man's ass to kingdom come.
Frieza chuckled, "My dear, it is the one with the hair. Vegeta."
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. He was a Prince...?
"Who do you think will win?"
The cheering noise of the crowd faded into the background.
A cackle erupted from the elder lizard. "It is obvious who will win." Frieza smiled winningly as his beloved pet's eyes looked at their area of the stadium.
Bulma frowned. She wasn't liking his cryptic messages.
Her money was on the shiny headed Saiya-jin. After all, he was larger and looked more physically apt.
But she had to admit that the Saiya-jin no Ouji looked much more menacing than his counterpart.
A shiver raced up her spine.
If he survived, she would definitely want to see how well he performed in bed as well as fighting. She could do with a punching bag. And he would be perfect for her.
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A/N: There you have it! My lord you guys must have been waiting for a chapter of this for AGES! I'm so sorry, please forgive me, but at that time I had two other fics going. I've finished one, but I'm still writing the other one. I will update this as much as I can, depending on how popular it is.
Love you guys, please review!!!
Hope you like this chapter.
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{Previously}
Bulma smiled, satisfied by Frieza's answer. "I'd like to see him thrown in the dungeon by tonight and competing in our gladiator tournament in the coming week, with two or three good beatings thrown in for extra measure!"
Frieza looked at her slyly, and nodded in consent.
She looked briefly at the pair of obsidian eyes that were staring at her. Little did he know, he was about to get the shock of his life tonight.
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Vegeta yawned as he stalked back to his quarters in silent rage. The blood in his ears began to pound wildly and a sense of dread filled him. It was immensely laughable. Him, the Saiya-jin no Ouji, afraid? And what was he afraid of? A damn midget lizard. At that point, Vegeta had never hated himself so much. His pathetic state said it all. A Prince forced to do the dirty work of a sick lizard who had a power craze.
The white walls of Frieza's domain flew past as he made his way to the room at an abnormally lightning speed.
Halting in front of his door, he couldn't help but wonder to himself if he had done the right thing in insulting Frieza's renowned scientist.
He smirked as he brandished a swipe key from his pocket. Nothing could compensate for the look on her face. It had been priceless... Beautifully priceless.
A hard object hit him suddenly, on the back of his neck.
Vegeta growled and fell forward into an unconscious state, his last thoughts had been of the certain blue-haired scientist he had encountered.
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Bulma shook out the teal coloured hair from her eyes as the force of wind picked up. She stood by her master in a snobbish and turgid stance.
The crowd surrounding them were loud and vulgar, shouting obscenities at the fighting warriors that were clad only in spandex shorts, within the oval stadium. Both warriors were sweating profusely, even though they had only been in the ring for half an hour.
Weaklings, that's what Bulma thought of them. She hated people who were weak, that was why she hated herself, but of course she had strength in the power of her mind. For this she was grateful, otherwise she might have been cast aside like the next piece of shit you rub off your shoe.
The crowd roared with laughter as one of the fighters' fell on his buttocks with a loud thud, from prancing around.
Bulma yawned and picked at her index fingernail, already being put to sleep with the almost comedic show. Both warriors had yet to land a punch on each other, instead of fighting they were more likely dancing around each other like eager butterflies. The reason why the 'warrior' landed smack dab on his ass.
She looked down at her master with uninterested emotion simmering in her blue depths. She hated this kind of fighting. How ridiculous! Her eyes grazed harshly over his lizard like features. This man with horns and evil face, took her in from the cold world she knew, her home planet. Or was it not cold?
She couldn't remember. Frieza had told her he had saved her from her garish world when she was only a young child. In any case, that was a long time ago and she had no insight into her past. It was as if it had been erased.
He was not the best of persons, nor the kind hearted, but he was powerful. And that is what she craved for. The power. Frieza had enough power to control the entire universe and death was what Bulma had been taught to accept at a young age. She was taken from her home as a child prodigy that miraculously turned into the genius she now was.
Now as she stood in Frieza's high court stadium, she had everything a woman could want. More importantly, she liked what she did. Because she couldn't remember her past, she had nothing to feel remorse over.
So as the years grew on her heart grew colder by the day and was almost completely encompassed in ice. She now felt no compassion nor kindness towards others, or even remotely cared about what they thought. She lived how she wanted do and did whatever she wanted to, that is until Frieza steps into the equation.
He sometimes gives her orders on what to do and what not to, almost as though she were his own daughter. This thought made her want to laugh. She had learned long ago that to laugh was inconvenient. She looked on in silent contempt at the battle commencing in the ring.
She would love to get her laser gun and shoot both of them dead, straight through the heart.
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Frieza chuckled as he saw the bored look on his companion's face. He looked up from his small hovercraft and gave her a rueful smile. "What is the matter, my dear sweet Bulma?" He said in a false sickly sweet tone.
In all cases, she was like a daughter to him. Although she held no real physical power to speak of, Frieza took her in for her intellectual abilities. On a round trip, visiting one of his various planets, he had come across an untouched part of the universe.
Tucked away into the corner of that galaxy, was a small planet. It had no relevance to speak of, but the people on this planet were entertaining for about thirty minutes before he blasted that planet to the next dimension.
He distinctly remembered telling her, when she was a little girl, that he had saved her. He smirked, yes he had saved her indeed! Saved her from the kindness and love she would have encountered on that back watered planet, rendering her intellectual gift useless. He had taken her in the nick of time. If he hadn't, the lady beside him would not have been as much of a cold hearted woman as she was now.
Bulma sent Frieza a withering look as he asked her the question. "Must we watch this?" She demanded, sounding almost child-like and spoilt.
Frieza quirked his eyebrow. "Do you not like it, dear?"
"How can I when they hardly fight!" She snapped back. She had gotten used to answering back to Frieza. She knew he would not harm her, he needed her genius. "Those fools are weaklings."
He cocked his head and looked at the 'fighting' pair. "They are being forced to fight you know." He said reasonably, which was odd because he was hardly ever reasonable.
She stomped her foot, "I don't care, one of them has to fight or die! I'm getting hot and dirty, all I'm saying is that they better start fighting soon or I shall personally kill them off myself!"
Frieza let out a controlled throaty laugh. "Go ahead then, Bulma. Put them out of their misery." A daring tone graced his voice. As if to say that she couldn't do it.
Bulma looked at him and held back an evil smile, "Is that a challenge, Lord Frieza?"
"Of course it is, my little scientist." He countered back.
"Fine." Her voice spoke volumes of confidence. Stepping down from the privileged booth they were sat in, she purposely made her way to the center of the ring, a ki transmitter had already been implanted into the palm of her hand.
The two warriors caught the approach of the well known and respected scientist. They bowed, mildly shaking in fear.
"M-Madame Bulma.." One stuttered out.
"SILENCE!" She thundered, her anger getting the better of her. She really had to learn how to control her temper.
They cowered in her presence.
The crowd grew silent, the hushed murmurs dying out as the beautiful teal haired woman spoke.
Bulma raised her right palm at both warriors and concentrated with tremendous force. She let her brain send signals to the laser ki chip implanted into the palm of her hand, and without a second thought blasted them both to the next dimension.
The heavy silence weighed down on her slightly as she looked at the charred remains of the two warriors.
Frieza smirked from his perched seat. She was learning fast in her twenty- third year of life. She was not, by far, as cruel as he would have liked her to be. But it would do for now. If it were him, he would have tortured those warriors to their death. Of course, it was Bulma's moment and he let her enjoy herself.
The crowd suddenly burst into a rapturous applause, with hysterical laughter. It was indeed such an interesting show the petite woman had put on. They loved it when she was angered, of course not when it was directed at them, but at other people.
Bulma cleared her throat and raised her hands to silence the crowd. She spoke clearly and fearlessly, "Make it known. Anyone else who so foolishly wishes to procrastinate the fight and inevitable death, shall in turn be killed without hesitation. By me!"
The crowd cheered at the new rule, and Bulma made her way to back to the booth where she was greeted with the smirking Frieza.
Bulma gave back an equally evil smirk and took her place beside her mentor.
The announcer came into the center of the stadium, holding back a smile. "Our new fighters will be, Saiya-jin commander Nappa, versus, his Saiya-jin no Ouji!"
Everyone hushed as the names were announced. Saiya-jin against Saiya-jin? Things were really going to get interesting now.
Bulma had heard many things of the rowdy Prince. He was much like herself in many ways, but the fool chose to refuse Frieza's offer. Until this moment, she had never laid eyes upon the mysterious Prince, this would certainly be interesting.
Fireza's jaw twitched in amusement at the mention of his personal and favourite pet.
The fun was just beginning.
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Vegeta squinted as the door of the dungeon opened. Light blinded him, he hadn't seen light since he last disobeyed Frieza a few weeks ago. The ki dampening collar that choked his neck mercilessly was deactivated.
He fell to ground on his eyes, the weight of it had been pushing him down to near insanity. He growled, never having been subjected to this when he had his pride intact and was the proud Prince of Vegeta-sei.
One of the guards kicked him roughly. Vegeta grunted from the pain, magnified by the fact that he was wearing a power draining collar.
Was this what his life was? Subjected to being a lizard's lap dog.
"Get up, trouble maker! It's time to fight in the stadium." The guard hissed.
Mustering all of his strength and most of his pride, stoic manner, Vegeta rose from the cold hard floor. The strength was slowly returning back to his limbs. Oh, he would show them trouble, he couldn't wait until he was out of this hell hole, to personally give Frieza a welcoming present. A whole right through his fucking homosexual gut.
He walked out slowly, following the guard, with shackles still around his wrists and ankles. They clinked heavily with each agonizing step he took. He couldn't wait to make Frieza pay for abducting him when he was only a boy.
Everyone had thought the mighty Prince had forgotten his vow of revenge, but one day, he will have it. He will have his revenge, even if it killed him.
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The harsh rays of sun assaulted his vision. He stumbled clumsily into the ring. It was so savage, to watch two people battle to the death, but it was the way of the Ice-jin. If he ever hated Frieza with a passion, it was now.
The shackles that had restrained his body and ki collar around his neck, were now removed. The energy could slowly be felt returning to his body. It was pure ecstasy to the Saiya-jin no Ouji.
As the strength slowly returned to his limbs, the jeering crowd caused him to look up at the vast amount of people seated and standing in the area. Roving his eyes over the unknown people, he desperately searched for any sign of Frieza.
There he was. His eyes narrowed as they landed on the creatures lithe body. An instant flash of blue diverted his attention. Growling, Vegeta looked into two pools of deep cerulean. He watched, mesmerized, as they flashed from annoyance to amusement.
So, she was the one to set this entire thing up. He almost regretted insulting her. Almost, mind you. The little minx had fire in her, he had to give her credit for that. Too bad he was going to kill her for this entire situation. He watched in curiosity as the smirk on her beautiful face widened cruelly.
What did that mean...?
Vegeta felt his heart leap in his throat.
What had the commentator just said?
That there was to be a Saiya-jin, fighting a Saiya-jin? But there were only three Saiya-jins that were alive, how could... His body convulsed as he realized who he was going to fight.
His mentor, his trainer;
His comrade. Nappa.
He cursed Frieza a thousand times over. How could he be forced to fight one of the three only living Saiya-jins alive? He just couldn't do it, and yet he knew he had to. It was now survival of the fittest, relations be damned, pride be blasted.
Vegeta had to survive.
The colour drained from his face as he watched the stone gates open with a creak to reveal a large, muscled and bald man. An extremely pissed off bald man. The man walked up slowly to Vegeta as the referee stood between them. Rough, calloused, desert sand swirled around their ankles in a mystic dance.
Vegeta glared at his opponent, regaining his composure.
Nappa stared at his Prince. The only living Royal of Vegeta-sei left. He wanted to bow, but knew that it was not the appropriate time to. "My Prince," he started speaking in Saiya-go.
"Shut up Nappa." Vegeta hissed, as much as it pained him to do so. "I will make this as painless as I can. Don't make it difficult for yourself."
Nappa's eyes hardened, but he nodded as his Prince's words hit home. At least he would die an honorable death. At the of his Prince. He knew he wasn't strong enough to defeat the man that stood before him, but deep down he admitted that he didn't have the heart to fight him even if he had been strong enough to stand a chance.
Vegeta growled, balling his fists. It seemed as though everything was moving in slow motion, the crowd, the swirling sand, heck even his blinking eyes. His insides shuddered at the thought of killing one of his remaining subjects.
Two clear blue eyes pierced through the side of his face. He could feel her cold glare upon him, causing him to wince inwardly. How could she hold so much power over Frieza? Dammit, it just wasn't fair!!
Vegeta snarled as the referee raised his hand in the air.
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Bulma looked at Frieza from the corner of her eye. This was quite a little twist. A sadistic smirk etched onto her face. So the little bastard that called her a whore, was a Saiya-jin? From what she knew of them, by Frieza, they were a pathetic race. All twiddly little brain dead monkeys. But this one had seemed so different...
"Which one is the Saiya-jin no Ouji?" She asked coyly, assuming that it was the large bald one and hoping he would kick the smaller man's ass to kingdom come.
Frieza chuckled, "My dear, it is the one with the hair. Vegeta."
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. He was a Prince...?
"Who do you think will win?"
The cheering noise of the crowd faded into the background.
A cackle erupted from the elder lizard. "It is obvious who will win." Frieza smiled winningly as his beloved pet's eyes looked at their area of the stadium.
Bulma frowned. She wasn't liking his cryptic messages.
Her money was on the shiny headed Saiya-jin. After all, he was larger and looked more physically apt.
But she had to admit that the Saiya-jin no Ouji looked much more menacing than his counterpart.
A shiver raced up her spine.
If he survived, she would definitely want to see how well he performed in bed as well as fighting. She could do with a punching bag. And he would be perfect for her.
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A/N: There you have it! My lord you guys must have been waiting for a chapter of this for AGES! I'm so sorry, please forgive me, but at that time I had two other fics going. I've finished one, but I'm still writing the other one. I will update this as much as I can, depending on how popular it is.
Love you guys, please review!!!