Disclaimer: Characters are property of Akira Toriyama. I do not own anything.

Note: Welcome to my new fanfic. I will not update this story very regular since I'm still busy with writing ''The Unwanted Bride'' and I do actually have a life away from my computer. I did however decided to post the prologue to maybe ''warm'' you guys up just a little bit. Although I will not be updating this story as much as people would probably like to, I will finish it in due time. So don't worry about that. At least, if there are enough people who are interested in how this story will go.

For those who didn't knew: English is not my native language, I am Dutch so obviously I mainly converse and write in my own language. So if I make some grammar/spelling mistakes, I'm really sorry I did the best I could possibly do.

Enjoy the prologue of Daddy's Girl.

Prologue

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

Not even a soft and almost comforting sound of the wind waving by, nor the friendly chirping of the birds high up in the sky.

Nothing more but silence, deadly silence.

His yellow ochre eyes are carefully scanning the environment around him, absolutely making sure that all that has been ordered is done. A small and satisfied smirk appearing on his smooth and almost mint colored face while he crosses his arms. It seems as that the mission has been completed. He gives a final look around, satisfied but uncomfortable. He hates the silence. He has always hated the silence, mainly this particular silence: The silence that always sets in when the purge has been done. A shiver running up his spine as he feels that same old empty feeling in the pit of his stomach again. Guilt. Although he always denies it, somewhere deep inside of him he knows that it's not really the silence that he hates, it's the guilt that comes after the silence has set in. In all the years that he has done these missions, he always ends up with this nagging feeling, but somehow he can't shut it off and he hates it.

He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, smelling the fresh scent of blood hanging in the air. As he opens his eyes again he jumps up, ready to blast away, back where he came from, but then, he suddenly stops. Hanging frozen in the air as he carefully listens. The silence suddenly gone, replaced by soft crying. He frowns his thin trimmed eyebrows as he glares in the direction where the soft crying is coming from 'Idiots…' he flares his nostrils as he blasts away towards where the crying is coming from and as he gets closer, the soft crying turns louder.

He lands on grass that is burned while standing in front of the remains of a compound what had once been a lucrative business, but has now been reduced to almost no more but ashes. The crying has gotten extremely loud and it is, by all means, a very uncomfortable sound, not very pleasant at all to his sensitive ears. He gives a low and annoyed grunt as he walks to what used to be the entry, putting up two fingers in the air and forming a small ki ball above them, giving him the light and the weaponry he needs. He carefully moves himself through the burned ruins, gritting his teeth because of the awful crying sound. He then, suddenly, enters a room that still looks surprisingly well in comparison to the rest of the building. He looks around and cocks up an eyebrow as he notices that he's actually standing in a nursery. He then sees a crib standing on the other side of the room, the source of the awful crying. Slowly but surely he walks towards it, the small ki ball still floating above the tips of his fingers. He carefully looks over the edge of the crib and the crying suddenly stops as he's introduced to a pair of the bluest eyes he's ever seen. There, in the crib, lays a small child, an infant that's probably no more than a month old. He looks at the small baby in front of him with wide eyes, the small ki ball disappearing. The baby lies on its back, looking at him, observing him. Then, it wrinkles its tiny little nose and huge grin appears on its face as it reaches out its hands for him while making small noises. An uncertain feeling washing over him as he looks at the infant reaching out for him. Here he stands, leader of this purge, a ruthless killer and this infant, this baby, wants him to hold it. He swallows away the lump that has formed itself in his throat and looks back into those big blue eyes and without really realizing it, he bends over and picks up the tiny little human from its crib, holding it in his arms. It must be a very strange sight, to see the tall mint colored muscular warrior standing there, with a small human infant in his arms. But it even takes less than a second to make him want to protect this small creature with his life, never in a million years would he have thought this to happen. He studies the small baby in his arms and then notices the tiny silver bracelet on its wrist. He furrows his brows and carefully reaches out for it, there, on the small bracelet, is a name engraved: ''Bulma''. He looks back at the infant's face, so it's a girl…not very surprising. 'Well Bulma' he mumbles 'It's time to get back and I guess that you're coming with me.' He breathes in deeply and rips of his light blue cape and carefully wraps it around the baby. Then he holds her in his arms tightly and jumps out of the remains of the window to blast off in the sky.

'Zarbon…I've heard that you brought a little something with you from your last purge…' Two red eyes carefully study his yellow ochre ones and Zarbon swallows as he gives a small nod 'Yes milord Frieza…I have.' The purple colored lizard in front of him produces a small grin as he bends a bit forward 'I'm intrigued, your men told me that you were quite…protective…of your little souvenir. Now obviously, as you may understand, I'm very curious about why. It's not every day that my right hand man takes so much interest in something so...tiny.' Zarbon bends his head and looks down at the ground as he tries to keep a steady voice 'If it would do you any pleasure milord, I will gladly introduce her to you.' A satisfied smirk appears on the lizard's face as he slowly nods 'Of course, you do know that you actually never had a choice right? Besides, I'm guessing that she's here right now.' Zarbon breathes in sharply and manages to produce a polite smile 'Milord…' he then turns around to one of the guards standing by the door 'Bring out the child.' A female slave with a nervous look on her face walks in carrying a small bundle in her slender arms. As Zarbon reaches out for it he hears Frieza's voice behind him 'Tsk…tsk…how impolite Zarbon…' Frieza looks at the slave and motions her to come to him. Hesitant, the young female slave walks over to Frieza, bowing, while reaching out the small bundle to him. Frieza gently picks up the bundle from her arms and waves with his hand, a sign for the slave to leave, which she immediately does without any further hesitation. Frieza then, almost curiously, looks at the bundle that is now cradled in his arms and he too is introduced to those beautiful big ocean blue eyes. Frieza just looks at the baby in his arms and for someone who doesn't know him, his expression may seem cold and empty, Zarbon, as Frieza's right hand man, on the other hand, knows this expression far too well: Frieza is extremely intrigued.

'It would be such a waste, my dear Zarbon, to let you parent this child. You're gone on missions quite a lot. I personally believe that a child is better off with someone who's around more often, don't you think?' Frieza looks at Zarbon, a sleek grin on his face as he holds the small baby close to him. 'Yes…I think that this child would be better off with me.' Frieza turns his attention on the small baby girl in his arms again 'The fact that you've already got men quarrelling about you, little one, promises something for the future.' Frieza then looks back at Zarbon again with a smirk on his face 'I think I might keep your little souvenir…'