A/N – Okay, couple things to clear up in the chapter. First, it is just like earth, and its like medieval times, hierarchy, anyway. They still have skyscrapers and capsules. They were jeans and stuff, but most of the time they wear dress-like clothing, or at least the upper class do, peasants where mostly jeans and stuff. They don't have guns and stuff like that though.  Also, this chapter is a group of POV's – Kinas's, Bulma's, Nappa's, Vegeta's, and Goku's. So that's about it, thank ya very much.

Bulma… You are so beautiful, strong and powerful. Still you are the most delicate little flower I have ever let in my sight. But, in all my love for you, I have beaten you nearly to death. Why do I do such things, to you, especially? I feel alone sometimes; while you were gone I wanted you more than ever. I realized my feelings then. I love you. Why did I beat you the first time, then the second? Why did I do those things to you? You probably hate me. I hate me. You mock everything I am not. Beauty, all those things. And for that I hate you more than ever…

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Bulma groaned in agony. Kinas had stopped for a moment, she thought he was done. She had wished he was done. He had begged he was done. But now, he continued with a vigor that made her want to scream because of all torture he was administering to her.  He whipped the lash across her back again and again. Then he moved to her front, then to her to her back again. She wanted to scream louder, but her lips would not allow them to move. Already she could feel her heart slow down, and her lips gained a bluish tint form the lack of blood pumped form her heart.

Kinas noticed this and stopped his blows and looked at her. She didn't have many wounds, but she would have countless bruises in the morning. She did not move, for she had somewhere in the process been knocked unconscious. He picked up her now-fragile body and carried to a section of the chamber, seating her and leaning her against the moss-covered wall.

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My precious, I am so sorry for causing the pain I just caused you now, what a fool I am sometimes. Your beauty is blotched by my evil work. Wait. I can hear you stir. Awake, beautiful Bulma. Your head wobbles as you lift your eyes to meet mine. Beautiful pools of turquoise heaven, that's what I see every time you look into my harsh brown eyes. But I soften my gaze when I see your wonderful formed, barely covered by your torn clothes, now no better than rags. You see my stare relax, and your eyes widen. Oh yes, you've seen that look before. I have felt that feeling, just like you recognize my intent – yet soft – look. How could I not love you, hana…

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She tried to scream as she watched him reach for her shirt, but all that came out, when she managed to open her lips, was a hoarse whisper, not that even he could hear. His breathing increased as he ripped off her shirt, exposing her breasts and everything else. She could barely open her mouth, let alone fight him off, so she was forced to sit still and stiffen every time he touched her. He grabbed her by the mouth in a hard, forceful kiss, then moved to her cheeks, her neck, her chest, trailing down until he reached her exposed items. He played with them, but he got no reaction. He did not realize how badly she was injured, and thought this meant that she was okay with it – he was mistaken. He ripped off his own shirt, just trying to feel their bodies pressed together. Then, he pulled down what was left of her pants, exposing and feeling every inch of her shapely thighs. Then, as quick as possible, he had his pants in a pile beside hers. Then, opening her legs, pumped into her again and again. Still no reaction. He looked up to her face, and saw that she was out. He didn't care, and his haggard breathing exposed this. He stopped for a brief moment before beginning again, harder and harder each time. 6 timed he raped her, driven by desire and overall, horniness, but he enjoyed, whether she was 'with' him or not.  He dressed himself, then dressed her, tearing the frail clothing many times in the process. 2 hours after entering the imprisonment, he left without saying a word to anyone.

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Bulma woke slowly, her heavily lidded eyes opening ever so delicately. She couldn't see anything, and for a moment, she panicked, thinking she was blind. But she remembered what had happened, and burst into tears. There was no light, so she had no idea how she looked. But she felt the pain, so it hurt to breath and even think. She ached so much that she wanted – no, needed – to scream, but in all her pain, she could not. She opened her chapped and flaking lips, only to say something, to hear her own voice to comfort herself, but all she could do was whisper, scarcely audible to her own ears. But she did hear something, and what did come out of her mouth shocked her.

" 'G-Geta?"

But no answer came, and all she could do was lay on the cold ground and let the tears stream down her face.

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Nappa stealthily crept along in the forest. Careful not to tread upon the tiniest leaf or twig, like an experienced and expert hunter, he walked on, in search of life. But he found nothing, and soon found that he was on the outskirts of the forest. It was noon, weeks after he had left the Lair, and he was still on his hunt for Bulma. He had searched the whole forest, and he had found no trace of her, which could only lead to one thing. She was outside the forest, dead or alive. In all his life he had not left but a footstep out of his beloved forest, but he had to go on, to return to the forest and home that he had cherished so dearly. So, he took a bold step out of the dense foliage into the rolling foothills, and continued on with his search.

He thought to himself about all he knew about Bulma and the outside world. He knew that she had come from a city, that she called Jateal, right outside of the Forest. He also knew of a city right on the outskirts; sometimes peasants wandered into the forest, and occasionally met a Saiyain warrior. Of course, Saiyains were only legends among the people of Farad, even though the Saiyains had been the first inhabitants of the planet. He chuckled to himself; weaklings are so dense, and, well… weak.      

He ducked as he walked over a hill, and saw the most fascinating thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Before him was the city of Jateal, and in his crouched position he took in every inch of it. It was nothing like he had ever seen before. Great, towering buildings climbed high in the sky, while below the city bustled with movement. Buildings were everywhere, covering the landscape and hill for miles. He was so amazed, he dropped his guard, and did not notice the line of people coming closer towards him form the foot of the hill below.

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The group of college students walked, not knowing what danger was ahead of them. They were walking towards a very powerful and dangerous grown Saiyain, with quadruple the power of any of them, he could crush them with a flick of his finger. Luckily, he was in a good mood.

The group of young adults halted when they caught sight of him, and they were both curious and scared at this strange man in this unknown uniform. For all they knew he could be a spy from another realm, for at the very moment war was raging between the two groups. A particular outlandish one stepped forward, calling to the peculiar man.

Nappa snapped into attention as the boy approached him, calling out as if he were a monkey. Nappa's instinct snapped into action – no one called a Saiyain 'monkey' – the old tell the story of a beast called Frieza and how he called the great Vegeta and Goku monkeys. He died soon after. He made an ugly look, and the student backed away. Then Nappa smiled. He was going to have fun with this group.

He made a friendly gesture, and the boy smiled. Lured closer, he did act as though Nappa was a monkey, some pre-Faradian ancestor – the missing link or something. Nappa tried to keep a clean face as rage took over him. He called the boy closer, so that he was in hearing range. He talked to the boy in the most civilized voice he could, but soon after turned for the worst, and shouted,

"Don't ever call me, or make me look like a monkey!!! Die Baka!" And then he hurled a medium size ki blast at the poor, unsuspecting boy. The others looked on with horror as they saw a bright light that consumed the boy, and looked afterward to see that he was gone, disintegrated. They looked at Nappa like frightened babies, and Nappa laughed. He was going to have a lot of fun.

He then fired a great energy blast at the lot, killing all but one. That one he decided would be lucky enough to be his guide through the 'city.' He barked for the girl to come over, and he did, bowing and begging for her life. Nappa snarled in disgust.

"Your going to lead me through the city. I have important business to take care of. If you can answer these questions I'll let you go now, so hope you can, or the next few days will be pure misery." The girl nodded solemnly.

"Question 1 – do you know any person named Bulma?"

"Y-Yes. She's a servant at the m-maidens palace. She escaped about a little l-less than a year a-ago. T-The rumors say that she w-was caught. She w-would be in the prisoners tower i-if she really was."

"2 – do you know where the tower is?"

"Yeah. I'll take you t-there if you let me go safe, p-please?" It was Nappa's turn to nod.

"Fine." he grunted, "Take me there, I will let you go, unharmed." So Nappa began his journey through the 'big city.'

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Vegeta curled into a tighter ball, thinking over and over about the events that had occurred just weeks before. He lost one of his best captains, and he lost…her…

He tried to picture her face, her beautiful her eyes, her hair. He could almost smell it right now. He loved her scent, she smelled like flowers after a light rain. All Saiyains loved hair, that was a known fact. It probably had to do with their heightened senses, but god, he loved her hair.

He remembered the days in which he would sit and brush or stroke her hair while she slept. After their first day of officially being together, she had moved in with him. He thought about she cuddled into his side for warmth and he would wrap his arms around her in a hug. He missed her know, that her side of the bed was empty. What had he done?

He had lost her that's what. And so he buried his head farther into his hands, and tried to sleep.

Outside Goku looked worried. Vegeta hadn't come out in a week, refusing to eat, and from what Goku could hear from Vegeta's constant pacing, very little sleep. Also, Bulma hadn't been seen in weeks. Was she in there with Vegeta? No one knew. He heard silence, and realized Vegeta must have found the sought after sleep. Goku leaned against the wall and decided he would have a little nap himself, and soon was asleep against the wall.

A/N – So, you like? It's not exactly a cliffhanger but. Also, this was long, like I promised, so… Review Please!!!