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Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters from it, I do own this fics story line though and any characters that I create.
A/N - Hiya people I came up with this idea with a friend of mine called 'Nougat Princess.' It�s a Vegeta/Bulma fic and as usually it�s an A/U, but it's a little different to any DBZ fic I've ever read. Basically Bulma is Project 109, one of Frieza's many experiments to create the perfect being - beautiful, smart and strong. She was one of the many 'failed' experiments possessing great beauty and brains but having little fighting power. Bulma was hidden from the public and forced to live as a slave to Frieza, until a saiyan Prince by the name of Vegeta defeated Frieza and claimed the Empire as his own. I hope you all Enjoy this fic ^_^
Bulma tried to keep out of sight as she heard Frieza begin laughing in the room next-door, hesitating she balanced the tray of drinks easily and continued to listen. She had heard Frieza laugh this laugh many times and knew just what it meant;
Whoever was in the room with Frieza wasn�t going to be there for very much longer.
Bulma heard Frieza laughter rise and under the door she saw a brief flash of light followed by a resounding 'BOOM' which almost rocked her off her feet, almost but not quite, Bulma had been working with Frieza as long as she could remember and she had learnt how to get along.
"Sire..." Bulma opened the door a crack and peeked in, the room was slightly hazy with the smoke that was rising from the charred corpse of Dodoria, once Frieza's henchman but now nothing more then ash.
"Ah, my drinks." Frieza turned away from the body and took one of the wine glasses off the tray, immediately several other slaves bustled the body away, Frieza never gave it a second look as they passed through the door with the steaming body of Dodoria, "You may leave 109, but send it that blond friend of yours, 18 I believe her name is."
"Yes Sire." Bulma bowed and left the room as quickly as possible, she lent against the door and breathed a sigh of relief that it was not her that was going to be pleasuring Frieza tonight, she had had that pleasure too many times already and it was never a pleasant experience.
"Eighteen!" Bulma waved her blonde friend over who was flirting with one of the cooks, for a moment Bulma thought that she was planning on ignoring her but with a final caress for the cook she made her way over with a sexy swinging walk that was the envy of most other females.
"Wassup Bulma?" Eighteen smile faded as she saw the look on Bulma's face, "Oh...he wants me again doesn�t he?" Eighteen didn�t bother to wait for an answer, she bowed her head, seemed to compose herself and then strode through the door to wear Frieza was waiting. Bulma couldn�t help but envy how calm Eighteen could act, it was hard enough forcing herself to walk through the door to get to Frieza, let alone pretend to be happy and eager.
As soon as Eighteen went through the door, Jay, Frieza�s bodyguard came through and exchanged a worried look with Bulma.
"Oh Eighteen..." Bulma sighed and rubbed at the number tattooed onto her arm, which tended to itch when she was stressed.
Bulma had known Eighteen as long as she could remember, even though Eighteen was of an earlier design then herself they had been born only two years apart, not a long time for the genetic engineers in the lab who had been creating beings such as herself for years. Many of the experiments had had to be destroyed they had been so horribly deformed. In fact out of the 500 genetically spawned beings only 10 were still operational.
The genetic scientists had been attempting to create a super being; a being that had strength, beauty and brains all rolled into one person. So far they hadn�t been successful. Try as they might the genetic engineers couldn�t create the super being that Frieza craved to man his armies.
Project 18 the woman now known as Eighteen had been the first experiment to be kept alive, she had possessed great strength and beauty but had been lacking in the brains department, next had been project 89, he had brains and strength but no beauty, then had come Bulma herself; project 109 and later the other seven had been created and deemed to be worthy to live.
They had all named themselves, except Eighteen, and had been given to Frieza as an apology from the science lab for failing thus far. Frieza had gladly accepted the gifts, killed off a few of the leading genetic engineers and then allowed them to continue creating abominations.
Frieza had found plenty of uses for his new gifts, four of them, Projects 127, 286, 393 and 456 had been sent off to Frieza�s neighbouring kingdoms to act as spies while Project 367 had disappeared mysteriously about a month ago, rumour had the this particular project had been sent to Planet Cold as a gift to Frieza�s father.
Projects 234 and 401 were signed away as part of a treaty agreement with planet Fenghoti and had been gone for almost 10 years now.
Only Bulma, Eighteen and Project 89, who was called Jay were left. Jay acted as Frieza�s harmless looking but deadly bodyguard while Eighteen and Bulma alternatively acted as either his household slaves, his whores or they were sent to infiltrate the many renegade meetings that took place under Frieza�s nose. Bulma may not have been strong but she had been able to create many highly sophisticated weapons as well as armour for herself.
But it was by no means an enjoyable life living with a psychotic murderer�
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Vegeta smirked as Dodoria�s body was carted past him; in Vegeta�s opinion the lump of lard had had this coming for a long time.
�Weakling.� Vegeta muttered, he paused outside Frieza�s door, although he had been sent for he knew that his esteemed leader had probably forgotten about him, maybe it was just as well that he had the element of surprise behind him, Vegeta figured, after all it would make this easier if he could take Frieza unaware.
He smirked and opened the door then strode through; Frieza lay tangled in his bed sheets, a very naked young blonde woman next to him who was calmly staring at the ceiling. Vegeta doubted very much if she was ever at home while she was with Frieza.
�Vegeta!� Frieza sat up, knocking the blond woman hard enough for her to fall off the bed, she stood up, calmly brushed herself off, glared at Frieza and said something to him in his native language then walked away giving Vegeta a curious look which he returned, he�d never seen anything quite like this woman, she resembled a tailless saiyan but something about her seemed unnatural, she reminded him of a red haired man he had once served under while he was in Frieza�s army, the mans name had been One Two Seven, an odd name. Maybe he and the blond woman were related, they were most likely of the same species at least.
Vegeta tore his attention away from the woman and looked at Frieza with steely cold eyes, �Guess what Frieza?�
�What?� Frieza narrowed his eyes as Vegeta slowly walked toward shim smirking,
�I have a little surprise for you�� Vegeta laughed and with a small battle howl he transformed into a super saiyan and leapt at the Lizard King.
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�What was that?� Jay stood up as an explosion sounded from Frieza�s room,
�It was probably nothing, just Frieza destroying that guy who came in.� Eighteen glanced down at her fingernails then shrugged and pulled her armour on, �Or it could be that guy killing Frieza.�
�Puh, like we�d ever be that lucky.� Bulma yawned and rolled her shoulders, �It doesn�t matter anyway, if Frieza had wanted us he would have called for us.�
�Unless he�s dead.� Eighteen smiled in a devilish way, �I swear if that guy in there did kill Frieza I�ll do him for free.�
�Yuck.� Bulma shuddered, �I don�t know how you can be so casual about fucking people, I always feel so dirty.�
�Yeah well, Frieza doesn�t let me go near any females bar you two so�you know�I don�t know how it would feel.� Jay looked slightly embarrassed as Eighteen chuckled,
�If you weren�t a brother I�d do you too.�
�Oh God.� Bulma made a gagging noise and turned back to pick up her own armour when the door was flung open to Frieza�s apartment and a saiyan walked through, covered in purple blood and with an insane grin on his face.
�Wow�� Eighteen began to laugh, �I guess he is dead.�
�You guessed right.� Vegeta stepped into the room and began to smirk.