I'm already here with the new chapter! I hope you will enjoy it. I'm actually quite ahead with the story as I wrote a lot, since I published the first chapter (but need to polish it) so unless I get a writer's block, you will have an update every week. As usual, I would be really happy to get reviews!

Chapter 1

Crash

Bulma fell to the ground, while she was desperately trying to catch her breath. Her lungs were on fire and her legs felt like rubber. If she wasn't only 13 years old, she would have suspected to get a heart attack. Damn it! She was stuck on Aoi-sei since more than 3 years and apart from making mining easier with repairing the tools and building some new ones, she has done nothing whatsoever, which would bring her closer to her freedom. To her utter dismay, she was actually training. She was never the athletic type and hated PE even in elementary school and now she was working out, like those monsters who called themselves saiyans. Sure, she had her motives; being able to endure the high level gravity on Vegetasei, but still… she hated it. She managed to build a belt which increased the gravity around her and slowly, she built up the stamina to withstand higher gravity. It took her a year, until she managed to get all the parts and she even had to steal some small pieces from the spaceship, when the saiyans arrived to get the gold. She was sure, nobody noticed it and anyhow, those were not crucial parts for the ship, but still, the saiyans wouldn't appreciate her actions to say the least…

She was just about to get up, when she heard a big crush and soon smoke emerged from the woods. Despite her better judgement, she followed it and soon stumbled upon a small spaceship, which crash-landed on the planet. It made a big hole and she had to crawl down to the wreckage, otherwise she would have fallen on them. It wasn't the first time she had seen such a spaceship, the Boy also left Earth with one. Her assumption was, that these were the saiyans' battle ships. While it was only capable to transport one person, it was quicker as a cargo ship and more durable. Even so, this piece in question looked pretty beaten up. Bulma finally reached the bottom of the crater and tried to peek inside the machine. As she leaned closer, she was able to get out a form, but as the glass was cracked and even looked melted at some places; it was hard to see anything. She leaned back, trying to find some manual overwrite panel to open the door from the outside, but just then the door was kicked open and it was flying past her with an enormous speed. Had she been closer to the right, it would have taken her head off. Even so, she felt the wind caused by it and she froze there, shocked. Somebody was struggling out from the wreckage, who looked pretty beaten-up. He had raven hair and onyx eyes, just like the other saiyans, but those eyes looked even colder, compared to the others. It was hard to make out his features as blood was leaking out from his head-wound and most of his face was covered with it. It seemed like he was quite young, almost the same age as her. He wore the traditional uniform with the saiyan armour, but it was cracked at his chest and a whole chunk was missing above his right shoulder. Even his clothes were ragged and blood-stained. Though Bulma guessed, that some of that blood was not his own, as with such a huge blood loss he would have been dead by now. She had never seen a saiyan in such a bad shape and it was frightening to imagine his opponent's power. Who could take on a monster like him? Were saiyans not the strongest race after all?

Vegeta was barely conscious during his way back to Vegetasei and when he crashed on Aoi-sei, first he assumed that he made it home. Reality only hit him, once he emerged from the ship and saw the he crater. On Vegetasei they had landing zones, which were made of special materials, able to handle the landing force and making sure the landing did no damage. Damn it! He was stranded on an alien planet and as he looked back at the spaceship, it was clear that he won't be able to fly with it. He was sure they will eventually find him, they must have seen the signal of his spaceship and even if the tracker was broken right now, somebody from the control room must have seen where it disappeared. The problem was rather, that he was in a bad shape; his last mission proved to be more difficult as he expected it. At the end he conquered the planet, but he lost his whole crew in the progress. Not that it was his fault, but still… As he stood up, he felt light headed and had to grab the ship for support. He looked around, trying to determinate, where he landed. He was near Aoi-sei, when he last looked at the navigation screen, maybe he landed there. That planet is fairly close to Vegetasei, so they will soon get him. He grinded his teeth, let go of the ship and tried to climb out of the crater. After the first two steps his legs gave out and he fall on the ground, only managing to block it with his hands and knees. As he was kneeling there, he felt that he was close to lose consciousness, so he balled his left hand and hit himself in his stomach, where he already sustained an injury. He cried out in pain, but smirked as he felt how the dizziness went away and the reality came closer. He managed to avoid fainting after all!

"Are you all right?" Bulma asked, causing him to crack his neck as he looked at her direction.

As he looked over the girl, he clearly saw that she wasn't an Aoi. Did it mean that he landed on another planet? That would be bad… Maybe… maybe she was one of the humans, who got transported here and he was after all on Aoi-sei. She looked like a human, in a bad shape. Her clothes were torn even though they were clouted many times and it was stained with grass, dirt and grease (?). The trouser was much shorter as it was designed and he could see her ankles, which were covered with bruises, just like her hands. Even her face was smeared with something.

"How dare are you talking to me?!" He snapped and despite all his pain, he managed to stand up.

"I just wanted to help, there is no need to be so rude!" She answered somewhat irritated.

Bulma had no idea, how he managed to stand up with all those injuries and the longer she looked at him, the harder it seemed for her to believe that he was still alive at all.

"Are you retarded? Do you have any idea, who I'm?" Vegeta asked, grinding his teeth.

Fuck! He was again close to fainting… He just couldn't let himself appear weak in front of her! He has to find a way to scare her off, so he can rest a bit. After a few hours of sleep, he will feel much better. Sure, he will need the healing tank, once he gets home, but his body was durable and it healed at an amazing speed.

"You are a saiyan, obviously. Even without seeing your tail, it's pretty clear, based on your armour and ship."

"I'm not just any kind of saiyan; I'm the Prince of all saiyans! I'm Prince Vegeta!"

"That explains your even worse attitude, compared to the others" Bulma said and after a short pause she added: "I'm Bulma."

"Don't you have work to do? You are supposed to be in the mines and not out here, wasting your time!"

"I'm on break"

Vegeta smirked. After all, he just managed to confirm that he was indeed on Aoi-sei, without asking it directly. He, the Prince, would never ask anybody for information. Sure, sometimes he was torturing others to find out something, but that was different; torturing was fun. To his utter shock, the girl was walking towards him and without any warning, she put his right hand over her shoulder and began to drag him along.

"Just what do you think, you are doing?" He cried out.

"I'm helping you out. You don't look like you are capable of getting out of here on your own!"

"I don't need your help, you filthy human!"

"But you do" Bulma answered and looked at him with a bright smile.

Was she crazy? He just told her who he was and despite that, she was helping him? Why? She must hate saiyans, they sold her home planet and enslaved her… not that he cared. He just failed to detect any logic behind her actions. Even with her help, it was painful and a slow process until they finally got out. Once they were over the rim of the crater, she let him go and both of them fell to the ground. As he fell on his stomach, it became hard to breath, due to his broken ribs. He gathered his remaining strength and rolled over to his back, letting out an involuntarily cry as he did so. He looked over at the strange girl and while she was sitting breathing a bit heavily, she looked like she had no intention of leaving him there. Just as he was plotting how to get rid of her, she jumped up and run away, shouting:

"I will be back right away!"

Yeah, like that was likely. Had he not been the prince, she might have even gotten back to the mine to notify the others to kill him. Sure, once the words were out, they would receive a severe punishment but Aois despised saiyans so much, that it would have been worth it. Not killing him though; that would clearly mean that his father would personally come here and kill them off one-by-one, with an extremely slow and painful death. Even the Aois were not that stupid to risk it. While he run this through in his head, he managed to get into a sitting position; leaning against a smaller rock with his back.

As Bulma run back towards the settlement, she played with the idea, not to return to Vegeta. On the other hand, it just might be the chance, she was looking for. Maybe as a payment for her help, he would agree to bring her back to Vegetasei. With that, she would be one step closer to her goal. She grabbed a bucket, filled it with water and also took one of the medical kits before she rushed back to the saiyan. Vegeta looked at her irritated and there was so much hatred coming from his eyes, that she got goose-skin. She shook her head, deciding to focus. She filled a small mug with water and handed it over to him. Vegeta was seriously considering throwing it back at her, hitting her with the mug and causing her pain, but his throat was dry and it was almost 2 days ago that he had anything to drink. He looked at the water like he intended to set it on fire with his eyes, then pulled up the mug and drink all of its content with one pull. Bulma nodded and took the cup out of his hand and set it on the ground. She got out a cloth from her bag and dipped it into the bucket, making sure it was wet. Then without any warning, she pushed it to his head and began to wash away the clotted blood.

"What are you doing?" Vegeta snapped and grabbed her hand.

He had every intention of crushing her bones, but he had barely any strength left. Even so, she cried out in pain and as she pulled back her hand, he could see red markings around her writs, where he held it.

"I was just trying to help, you jerk!" She shouted, while she crawled back a bit.

"I already told you; I don't need your help! I don't need anybody's help!"

"You clearly do!"

They looked at each other and Vegeta wished to have his powers back. He would have gotten up and killed her, without any hesitation. But right now to much of his dismay, he had hardly enough strength to lift up his arm. He grabbed the cloth, what Bulma dropped when he caught her hand and cleaned his face. There was nothing more, what he could do at this state, but it clearly helped his authority not to have a bloody face. He felt her look on him and once again he wished to have back his powers. Right now he wouldn't even torture her; blasting her away could be just as much fun!

"So, what is your grandiose plan?" She asked, looking at him.

She was a bit surprised, that now that his face was clean, he looked quite handsome. His features were fine; there was no doubt that he was indeed royal.

"My plan?"

"How do you intend to get back to your planet? Your spaceship is beyond repair."

"They will find me, there is a tacker in the ship" He answered.

"Yeah?" She asked, then without further ado she descended to the wreckage again.

Vegeta had no idea, what she was doing; was she trying to salvage some parts? Why? It's not like she could use it. Maybe the Aois had a black market and she intended to sell it? Or exchange it for extra food? Was she really trying to steal from him?! Just as he reached this conclusion, he heard her shouting:

"The tracker is busted!"

"How do you know that?" He asked back, getting annoyed.

It seemed like she was ignoring him. He heard some cracking coming from the ship and a tearing noise and just as he thought about getting up and check on her, she appeared again, with a radio in her hand.

"I might be able to fix this" She looked at him, holding out the device.

"You?"

"I'm not an average girl, you know. I'm a genius!"

Yeah, that was very likely… Vegeta grinded his teeth again and decided not to continue the conversation. She went on blabbering, but after a while she finally shut up and got fully immersed in her tasks.

"I think it's done!" Bulma cried out half an hour later with a victorious smile on her face.

Vegeta took the device from her, feeling foolish for even trying to use it.

"Say, in case it's working, can I go back with you?"

"What?!"

This question startled him. Slaves were not usually found about the idea of living on Vegetasei. At the colonies they still had a kind of freedom as despite their tasks, they were more or less without any saiyan supervision, while on Vegetasei… let's just say they had no opportunity to slack off at all.

"I could be useful! I'm sure you have scientist, I could join them and help them repair spaceships or whatever."

"No way, you could be of any use!" He answered and pressed the button on the radio.

To his utter surprise, it was actually working and he was able to give the command centre his exact location. After they promised to send somebody within 30 minutes, they waited in silence. Bulma felt it awkward, while Vegeta was lost in his thoughts. He recalled his previous battle and tried to find out what mistakes he had made, in order to not to repeat them next time. He knew that mistakes could mean his death on a battlefield.

A spaceship landed within a few minutes and when a man got out, Vegeta stood up and began to walk towards him. Bulma felt like she was seeing a ghost. While Radditz looked similar to the Boy, this man looked exactly the same! Was he his father? He must be! Even so, the similarity was stunning…

"Can I come?" Bulma asked and began to follow the Prince.

"No, you are just a useless human trash!" Vegeta answered and punched her in the stomach.

He regretted this sudden move as he almost lost his balance and the light headedness returned, but as he heard her cry out in pain and saw her rolling on the ground, with tears forming in her eyes, he decided it was still worth it. It was such a shame, he still didn't have any strength to kill her…

"What about your ship, my majesty?" Falk asked bowing.

He was like a big lizard, who walked on two legs. His skin was greenish and his eyes were able to move at opposite directions, independent from each other. Falk belonged to a race called Lacerto, who had an advanced technology, so the saiyans kept some of them alive to work on Vegetasei as scientists. It turned out, the reason why Bardock arrived so soon was, that he was just on his way back to Vegetasei. He made a deal regarding a planet; he sold it for technology and needed Falk with him, to make sure the technology was indeed worth it. As they also heard Vegeta's distress signal, they landed on Aoi-sei, prior to going home.

"It's beyond repair" Vegeta answered and pushed the radio into Falk's hands.

He had no idea until that point, that he was still holding it. The spaceship was a small one, capable to hold 5 persons at max and it also had a small cargo holder. It had two seats at the front and three at the back section. Vegeta decided to take one at the rear section, he wanted to remain as far from Bardock and Falk as possible. He was in a bad shape and he wanted to hide it from them as much as possible.

"This radio…" Falk began and he inspected it with awe. "Who repaired it, Sire?"

"Some stupid human" Vegeta answered and was about to tell him to shut up, when he continued:

"It's impressive! I have never seen a solution like this! I wouldn't have been able to repair it without some spare parts…"

This caught Vegeta's attentions, despite his better judgement. Falk was a skilled scientist, one of the best actually. Sure, he was never the type, who acknowledged anybody's skill or strength, but it was no coincidence that Falk was the one, who accompanied Bardock as an advisor. Could it be, that the girl wasn't lying after all? But how? Humans had a primitive technology, that's why they never intended to place any of them among their scientists. Not that they were much better in mining; they bodies were too breakable… Vegeta grunted and got up. Bardock was just about to close the door, when he heard his steps and looked back.

"Prince Vegeta?" He asked, not quite sure, what to do.

"Step aside!" Vegeta called and went out on the door.

He smirked; Bulma was still there, grabbing her stomach. He stormed to her and by grabbing her arm, he pulled her up.

"Come!" He shouted.

He was way too weak to drag her along, it was a miracle that he was still able to stand at all. To his relief, there was no need to force her, she willingly followed him, without any objection. Bardock looked a bit surprised seeing Bulma, but quickly hid it, not to make Vegeta angry. The Prince pushed her into one of the chairs at the rear section, while he occupied the farthest one from her. Falk looked curious and he went over to Bulma and sniffed her. She pressed her lips together, not to make a sound, but she was struggling with a cry. The lizard-man looked terrifying, especially his eyes! Still, she had to endure it, in order to go back with them. She had a feeling, that Vegeta could change his mind in an instant and maybe even threw her out from the ship, even when they were already in space. Little did she know at that time, that it was Falk, who convinced Vegeta to bring her along.