I wrapped my arm around my chest, trying to hide as much of my exposed chest as possible. I may dress a little riskay sometimes, but I certainly was about to walk around looking like a hooker. My black satin bra still peeked out, no matter how much I try to cover it. And I wouldn't even think of what my shirt looked like, considering it was soaking wet. No matter how much I disliked it, I *did* probably look like a hooker.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded, trying to shake my arm out of his iron grip, a lost cause.

"I am going to have Earth, just as I promised, and you are still an important assest," Vegeta snapped, and pushed open the doors to the port room.

"Who says I will help?" I challenged, flipping my wet hair out of my face. "I mean, you can't *force* me to give you any *useful* information."

He glared at me, daring me to go on with my big mouth. I felt threatened, and looked down in defeat. I could practically feel his satisfaction at winning over me. I felt the familiar presence of his mother in my head, and put my fingers to my temples. Along with the comfort came the pain.

'Bulma! What the hell is going on? Why do you look like you were turned into a mermaid and raped?' She yelled in my head. I nearly cried out in pain with her anger. 'And *why* is my son pulling you around?!'

I sank to my knees, catching Vegeta off-guard. He narrowed his eyes and tried to pull me up, but I screamed and he looked shocked.

"Let me be! Leave me *alone*!" I shouted, more to his mother than to him. My head felt as if it were splitting apart, and the pain was spreading.

'No! You promised to help me, and all the nessacery measures must be taken! This situation is exactly the thing I have asked you to prevent!'

I shook my head, trying to shake her out, and Vegeta grabbed my hands, pulling them away from my temples, and placed his own there. I could feel a coolness running through my head as he searched for the source of my pain. I could feel his mother's rage at my letting him do this.

I screamed and pulled away from him. "No! You are annoying her! Leave me alone and she will stop the pain! She isn't ready to see you!" I shouted, like some lunatic with a split personality.

He stared at me, a confused and worried look on his face. It was replaced by an angry determination, and he pushed me to the ground, forcing his hands to rest on my head, me screaming and pouding on his back as tears came. His mother wasn't nice, she was evil, she was trying to kill me, to manipulate me into fulfilling her plans....my head hurt and I screamed again, the sobs coming on fast. You would think I was having a baby or dying or something! Several guards ran to us, to check it out. They stopped when they saw Vegeta trying to hold me down and me crying and screaming.

"Hold still, baka!" He yelled, applying enough force to hurt me now. I could feel the Queen's rage inside of me, and held still, as still as I could.

"Find her...find her, and kill her now!" I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks. Vegeta bit his lip and glared into space, thinking hard.

"Who the hell are you talking about?!" He demanded, his eyes hard. I couldn't tell what he was thinking....

"Y-your mother...she wanted my help, get her out! She is hurting me!" I cried, and felt a pain so harsh that my vision was covered with red dots. I wasn't even aware of my scarce clothing or wet hair and bare feet anymore. The pain was killing me...slowly but surely....

"What the hell are you saying?! She is dead! She had been dead for years!" He yelled, and I could see pain in his eyes, I didn't blame him. What would I think if my mother was doing this?!

'You will *not* let him find me! Get him off of you! NOW!'

A sharp pain went through me and I screamed again. I was sick of it! I decided to retaliate.

"Find her! She is in my head! Find her no matter how hard I fight!" I said, and braced myself for the pain.

I felt the cool, soothing presence in my head again, and it was faster, more urgent this time. I felt the pain slowly subside to a small pounding.

'No!!! NOOOOOO!' I heard her scream, then she was gone. I relaxed my body, now sweat-soaked, and closed my eyes. I heard some people talking urgently, and then I blacked out, tired and frightened.

-*-

I woke up to the gentle sound of ship's engines. I opened my eyes and looked around me. I was in a large, lavishly decorated room, and I could still feel my slightly damp hair around me. I was in different clothes, though. A black nightdress, one of my own. I was spaghetti-strapped and reached mid-thigh, if even. I stood up and went to see if any other clothes were in the drawers or closets. I had nothing. I swore and sat down on the bed, my arms wrapped around myself, as if I could make some clothing appear.

My head still hurt, as if there was an aftermath required, like some kind of sick revenge. My head felt groggy, like it was full of cobwebs. I shook my head, to rid myself of the feeling, and lay back down. I would wait until someone came, rather than look around for myself. Not in *this* outfit I wouldn't.

The reason for my traveling in this ship came back to me, and I felt white hot anger at Vegeta for making me do this. I clenched my fists and rolled onto my back, glaring at the ceiling. Kami, next time I saw *him*...I shook my head and tried to fall back asleep, to bide the time, if anyone *ever* came. They *had* to, if they really cared to see if I was fine after earlier today's episode!

I must have waited for two hours, drifting in and out of sleep, before someone came. It was a slave, a scared human girl, maybe just a little younger than myself. I sat up tiredly, and the girl's eyes got wide, and she paled when she saw that I was human. I smiled reassuringly at her.

"Don't worry. I am not going to hurt you. I was like you, too. Supposed to be a slave, I mean. Trust me, I would trade lives with you anytime," I soothed, but the girl just stared at me with disbelieveing eyes.

"I-I am afraid I don't know what you mean, Lady. I brought you your clothes," She mumbled, and arranged them in my closet. I watched her, wondering what she was thinking of both me and her life. I envied her innocence. I would die to know so little of all the horrible things going on again, to believe that someday, if I could just escape, everything would be perfectly wonderful as it had once been.

She nodded at me respectively, and backed quickly out of the room. I watched her go and bolted to the closet to get dressed, but I was interuppted by another visitor.

Vegeta glared at me, not taking any notice to my outfit, or *lack* of outfit, and sat down in one of the chairs across the room. I ignored him, searching for something to wear. I had been given generous choice, as well as with shoes. I sighed and fingered through the dresses and outfits.

"How the hell did my mother find you?" He asked, a thoughtful tone to the one sarcastic question. I froze and my glance darted from the floor to the closet uncertainly.

I turned and crossed my arms. "I don't know. All she said was that 'they', whoever that meant, has been watching me," I said evenly, glancing out a porthole window, seeing nothing but space, the purple stars twinkling against the sinister black sky.

"What would she want with *you*?!" He demanded, wanting to know everything, I could sense.

I tensed and searched his face for a weakness. All I saw was rock-hard determination and anger. I looked away from his gaze and sat down on the edge of my bed. "I-I don't believe that I should say."

He shook his head and glared, a warning, as clear as day. "And *why* is that, I might ask?"

I looked him in the eyes, meaning to throw him off. "Because I don't think that you would be interested, Your *Highness*," I snapped, and went back to picking out clothes. I felt myself grow frightened as he sat in an angry silence, probably planning what to do with me after this particular defiance.

He walked up behind me, and I could feel his breath on my neck. I closed my eyes, fear overtaking me, and tensed.

"You will tell me sooner or later, if I have to torture it out of you, woman," He growled, and left the room.

I slid to the floor, my arms around myself, shaking off the fear of the threat I was sure was as empty as the fuel tank that would help to take us to Earth.

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Well I'd say that Bulma is in DEEP SHIT!! Well, write to me write to me please! I have this week off for Winter Break, so I have extra time to write and everything, so these chapters I think are going to be the best yet!! So plz PLZ tell me what you think!!!!

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