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Chapter 2
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.
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Bulma and Jay jumped up and pushed past Vegeta who was still standing in the doorway covered in Frieza�s blood, sure enough Frieza, or rather what was left of Frieza, was scattered around the bedroom.
Jay and Bulma turned to face one another and after looking at each other with a moment of understanding they hugged and began jumping up and down in excitement.
Eighteen looked Vegeta up and down, a small suggestive smile came over her face and she stood up and strode towards Vegeta, holding out a delicate looking hand,
�I�m Eighteen and you would be?�
�Prince Vegeta.� Vegeta looked insulted that she hadn�t heard of him, he opened his mouth to say more but at that moment an elated Jay and Bulma came dancing through the door way chanting �HE�S DEAD!� as loud as they both could.
�SILENCE!� Vegeta glared at them all, �Sit down and shut up.�
Immediately all three sat down and stared alertly at him, Vegeta stared in disbelief, they were following his orders like pet dogs, he wondered just what they were and what they had done for Frieza, he decided to ask them.
�We�re from the genetics lab, umm, we were created to be the perfect beings but so far the scientists haven�t actually successfully created a perfect eing, were a close as they�ve come.� Eighteen took charge and began speaking, she being the eldest, �I am Project 18, Jay here is Project 89 and Bulma here is Project 109.�
Vegeta looked at the blue haired woman, she looked beautiful and her eyes had an intelligent look to them, but unlike the other two who had a confident air to them she seemed more subdued and less inclined to talk.
Vegeta guessed that she had seen the wrath of Frieza too many times.
�Exactly what do you mean by the perfect being?� Vegeta tore his eyes off Bulma and looked at Jay who stuck out like a weed in a pot of flowers.
�Beautiful, Brainy and brawny.� Jay yawned, �But each of us is missing one component, I fell out of the ugly tree, Eighteen has the IQ of a wet dish cloth and Bulma here has trouble lifting 5kg weights.�
�I see.� Vegeta lied, he did not see at all, they were obviously flawed beings that had been cooked up in the science lab and should have been destroyed, �So what was it that you did for Frieza?�
Bulma blushed and looked at the ground, �We�fought for him sometimes, Jay here was appointed his body guard after Zarbon met with that accident and Eighteen and I�we�� Bulma trailed off,
�We fucked him.� Eighteen piped up and smiled seductively, �And since we are looking for gainful employment once more�� she raised her eyebrows suggestively at Vegeta.
He stared at the three of them and wondered if he should bother to keep them around, the blue haired one called Bulma he would definitely keep for a little while, if Frieza had kept her around she was most likely good in bed.
He shrugged to himself, he wouldn�t decide now, they might come in handy later, all Vegeta knew was that for the moment he had to get the news around that now he was in charge and that Frieza had been destroyed.
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Bulma didn�t like Vegeta and she didn�t bother to hide it.
He�d been ruling now for almost a week, thankfully she hadn�t seen much of him but when she did she always felt her skin crawling as if he were watching her, it was unnerving as hell, especially when the last time she�d come into contact with him he�d pretty much ordered her to come to his bed chamber that night.
Bulma hadn�t turned up; she had suddenly developed �food poisoning� at the last moment. Eighteen had gone instead but had returned almost immediately saying something about arrogant bastards and dumb monkeys. Apparently Vegeta had turned her down, a new experience for the blonde bombshell known as Eighteen.
Still Bulma had to begrudgingly admit that since Vegeta had taken over conditions had improved, she wasn�t happy about Jay leaving on a mission, although Bulma knew she that she was being paranoid she couldn�t help but feel that Vegeta was trying to get ride of the one man in her life who would protect her.
�Woman!�
Bulma was jolted from her thoughts as Vegeta smirked at her from the doorway to the science lab where Bulma had been working/hiding. Mentally cursing herself for not locking the door she placed an inquisitive look on her face and stared at Vegeta questioningly,
�Sire?�
�Have you recovered from your little bout of Food poisoning?� Vegeta walked in and closed the door behind him.
Stupid scientists�why couldn�t I have been strong and smart? Why did I have to be weak and beautiful?
�Yes Sire I have.� Bulma tried to look thrilled to see him, like Eighteen would have done, but her smile felt and looked forced.
�Good, then I�ll expect you in my room in an hour.� Vegeta smirked and gave Bulma the once over look she had been getting from men all her life.
�I�m busy.� It snapped out before Bulma could swallow it back in. She had always had a sharp mouth and a quick mind, because of this she often talked with out thinking, over the years she�d earned several beatings from Frieza because of her little snide comments.
�Make time.� Vegeta glared in annoyance,
�I�m not some sex toy you can just use whenever it suits you, I�m a living breathing being and when I say I�m busy I mean I�m busy!� Bulma winced inwardly, knowing she was herself a deeper hole with each word that came out of her mouth.
�I don�t care woman, if you don�t turn up I�ll have you hunted down and publicly killed.� With that Vegeta turned and left the room.
�Bastard.�
Bulma didn�t know why she disliked Vegeta so much, he was better then Frieza, he was egotistical, it was true but so were most men. He wasn�t bad looking in fact he was very, very good looking if you liked your men exotic and with tails.
Then again he was overbearing and dominating and had stupid hair, not to mention he was a little on the short side, but these were hardly good enough reasons for disliking him so much. Bulma put it down to him treating her like a sex toy. That had always pissed her off with Frieza.
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Bulma opened the door to Vegeta�s chamber and walked in, her mouth twisted sideways in defiance,
�Your Majesty?� Bulma took a few cautious steps into the room and squeaked in alarm when a pair of arms wrapped around her.
�Woman.� Vegeta whispered a greeting in her ear and Bulma stopped struggling since there was no point to it; she was wearing her armour but hadn�t brought any weapons. Vegeta was going to have a hard enough time getting her out of the armour.
Vegeta loosened his grasp and Bulma slipped form his arms and turned around to glare at him, �Just so you know, I�m not going to sleep with you.�
�Really?� Vegeta raised an eyebrow, arrogantly crossing his arms.
Oooooh isn�t he sexy looking! Bulma ignored the excited but obviously insane voice in her head and put her hands on her hips.
�Well I�m not going to unless you can get me out of my armour.� She smiled coyly in much the same way Eighteen had taught her.
�That shouldn�t be hard�� Vegeta looked excited now as if he relished the though of roughing her up, stripping her down and then doing her, �Ok then.�
He walked up to her and Bulma held her ground, he brought a fist back and punched her midsection, Bulma stumbled back a few steps but didn�t cry out or fall over, her armour was strong, she�d never found anyone who could get through it, not even Frieza.
Vegeta looked pleased, �This is going to be fun woman.� With a laugh he launched himself at her again and Bulma braced herself for the impact�