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Chapter 2:

"Well, Zarbon, I'm glad to hear that you taught our little monkey prince his place," A certain pink lizard complimented from his flying throne, his back turned to the greenish alien. However, Zarbon was not at ease. His master's tone was calm. Too calm.

"However, I do remember clearly that I specifically told you to teach him a lesson or two and retrieve him. Am I wrong?" Frieza asked whilst twirling the red wine in his glass. His demeanor was still cool, Zarbon noted, but the angry swishing of his tail said otherwise, "Go get the saiyan trash at once. And if you were to return without him this time, I would have to take more drastic measures. Do I make myself clear?" his crazy-filled voice demanded as he turned the chair till he was facing his right-hand man. Now face to face with the mad tyrant, Zarbon could clearly see the furious scowl on his face, "I said do I make myself clear?!" Zarbon snapped out of his fear-filled thoughts just as the heavy tail connected strongly with the white-tiled floor causing the alien to cringe slightly.

"Yes, sire…" he said respectfully.

"Before you go and collect the filthy fleabag, I want you to do a mission for me…" Frieza said, more calmly now, "There is this nice Namekian village nearby, and I heard that they had a dragon ball. Go ask the villagers politely to give it to you. And if they show any resistance, you are to slaughter every single one of them," Frieza turned his throne to face the window again and Zarbon took that as a sign to leave. 'Great, I just should have brought that damned saiyan before coming here! And now I have this village to go to as well.' Zarbon thought with dismay as he walked through the halls to finally reach the exit, 'But there a lot of villages here. Which one has the dragon ball?' Zarbon asked himself as he let out an almost inaudible groan before flying off to find it.

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Elsewhere on the same planet, Bulma wasn't having such a great time either.

"Alright! Enough is enough!" she hollered to no one as she paced back and forth in the remote and secure place Gohan and Krillen had left her in, "First, I get left alone on this godforsaken planet. Then, I get almost chopped to little pieces between a dinosaur's teeth. And now, this?!" she continued her rant as her steps became more violent. At this point, she was no longer pacing, she was stomping angrily away from the area between the two mountains, "The only dragon ball we had, and I lost it!" she finally finished her nagging with a series of curses. She continued forwards and onwards trying to locate the orb she lost without her precious dragon radar. She turned left then right and kept on taking random routes, which she later found out wasn't the brightest idea she thought of.

She didn't know how long she had been walking. Nonetheless, she knew one thing for a fact, not only was the dragon ball lost, but she was as well. She tried to walk back, but every turn she took seemed like one she had gone to before. Later, Bulma started walking in new areas. Ones she had never crossed before. Knowing that there a bunch of bad guys lurking around and that she was as defenseless as a mouse against these guys, her brain started playing treacherous mind games with her. Honestly, she was starting to freak out. Despite everything, her strong will to find the cursed ball kept her aching legs moving forward. And with each shaky step she took, her confidence weakened. Suddenly, a pain-filled groan caused her already quickly beating heart to thump even faster.

"Is anyone there?" Bulma said aloud as she wrapped her arms around herself. With no response except a few wheezes, the blue-haired heiress decided that whoever was in pain wasn't a threat to her. At least not right now. 'What if it's Krillen? Or Gohan?' her inner voice questioned worriedly, 'Hell, I don't care who it is! He or she definitely needs help!' Her caring nature kicking in, Bulma took a step towards the noises she heard. And then another, which was followed by quick others as her helpful character took over her actions completely.

However, as she neared the beat down figure, she came to a screeching halt. Down a few steps ahead was none other than the insane saiyan prince Krillen and Gohan had warned her about. Moreover, the reason her beloved Yamcha was now dead. Bulma considered turning around and leaving the cold-hearted man to rot. As she was turning to do just that, her blue eyes caught his black orbs opening abruptly. He, then, narrowed his eyes a bit at her and anyone else would have fled and hid felt from his studying glare. But of course, Bulma was not anyone else.

Thus, Vegeta was not the only one staring. In fact, Bulma couldn't peel her eyes off of him either. She looked at his broken spandex and armor. At his bloodied white boots and gloves. She observed his torn cheek and bruised face. Without a doubt, Vegeta, the great prince of all saiyans, looked defeated and broken. At first, Bulma believed that too. However, another look at his charcoal eyes changed her perspective completely. There was fire in those eyes. A fire that not even the worst of injuries could ever put off nor the nastiest of insults could harm. It was a fire put there in the first place to promise vengeance with a fiery determination for it as well.

After a few minutes, the saiyan let out a deep breath as he convinced himself that the woman in front of him would never be able to do harm to him. By doing so, he jolted Bulma out of her reverie too. The saiyan shut his eyes closed as an over-bearing pain jabbed his left side, probably from a few broken ribs. His eyes widened when he felt someone dragging him through the plain.

"What do you think you're doing?!" he panted out as wrathfully as he could muster.

"You need help…" was Bulma's simple reply.

"I don't need help nor do I want it, especially not from a pathetic human female like you!" He ground out again through the pain.

"Save your breath, you're gonna need it," she replied, ignoring his protests completely, "Ugh, you're too heavy!" she yelled in frustration as she pulled harder.

"Let go, then! I don't need any help anyways and I'll be fine soon enough!" Vegeta yelled out, coughing a bit after his little outburst, "And believe me, when I do recover, you're gonna be the first one I kill!" Bulma did not let go, she kept on dragging the battered prince. When she finally got the saiyan prince out of the sun so she can at least look at his wounds without getting a headache, she looked at her watch and was surprised to find that it was August 24 at exactly 3:30 pm. She didn't know that she had left her place for that long. And by that long she means seven hours. She knelt down to inspect said wounds before her hand was roughly slapped away.

"Do not even think about touching me again woman!" the saiyan prince screeched angrily.

"Well, sorry your highness, but these wounds aren't going to heal by themselves!" she shouted back.

"Yes, they are you insolent human! And I sure don't need your goddamned help! When I recover you will be in so much pain that you won't" he paused his yelling and narrowed his eyes again. It was very far away, but he could feel it and it was there. Zarbon's quickly approaching ki.

"That I won't what?!" she demanded angrily, oblivious to the threat coming closer. However, Vegeta wasn't listening to her. He watched the ground first. She followed his line of sight and saw nothing but the puddle of blood she had dragged him from. She realized that since there wasn't a line of blood trailing her dragging, he was probably out there for a long time before she came. She noticed that Vegeta's line of sight wasn't on the planet's crust anymore, it was on the skies. She narrowed her eyes towards the sky and surely a black spot was coming closer and closer to the area she had dragged the saiyan to.

Author's Notes: A big thank you to everyone again! Just remember the more reviews I get, the more updates you receive ;)

Edit 10/8/2015: I Mean Nothing to You has pointed out that I spelled 'Frieza' as 'Freiza' in this chapter; I hope I got them all!