A/N – Another long chapter. It skips a little in the time line a little, too, so I hope your not confused. This takes place after Nappa has gone through the big city. He tells you what happens, but that's not until next chapter. ^.^   Please R & R!

Bulma sighed into the seemingly black pit. She had been imprisoned for who knows how long. She had no way to tell time, no way to no anything, see anything, or even hear anything except when she talked to herself. All she knew was the twice every 'day', she was beaten in every form imaginable – whips, metal, torture, and all the nasty things in the world. She found out that no one could hear her scream in this cell – it was sound and light proof. She promised herself this – if she ever got out of this place, she would find Vegeta and come back for revenge. Revenge was the one thing she practically lived for.  She didn't care if he hated her, she would return, fight in his army, but never speak to him again. She would come back and get revenge, she promised herself that.

She was sore and confused. Why would they do this to her? She had been beaten over 70 times; she had counted that, at least. If she were gone for a week, they would usually beat her once. She had been gone for around 24 weeks, so why would they beat her even more? Also, what was up with Kinas? He…He had told her something that made her want to die. He said that would keep her here forever, his little whore. Then he… she didn't even want to think about it. He also let his other men come in and try to…again; she didn't let herself think about it.

Fortunately, long ago she learned to deal with the pain. That was one thing, she was very adaptable. Now during her abuse 'sessions' she didn't even feel the pain. Well, she felt it, but it was if her body was numb, so it didn't hurt all that bad. Afterwards it hurt a lot, but she dealt with it. She could fight of her offenders, all his little 'minions.' But she did do one thing that confused everyone. Every time someone approached her, she would recite the same line over again.

"I am Bulma, rank number 49230, squadron 234 under the command of Goku, in army of Vegeta." Then she would proceed to fight off anyone who went near her. Normally she would succeed in knocking them out cold, only to be found locked in the chained that she once was. They would find there little buddies and drag them off, while she sat in a corner and watched.  She chuckled to herself. They were all afraid of her, but were bold still. Most of the ones he sent in or that came in were knew, and did not know of her influence. She also knew how to open those chains, so if they knocked her out and put her in them, she could easily get out when she woke up. If she were conscious, well, most of them wouldn't go near her.

Her smile faded. The only one she couldn't resist was… him. Hana, (A/N – hana is flower in Japanese) he called her, and she soon despised that nickname. If anyone called her that, she would smash his balls into oblivion, but not with him, for he was so… she just couldn't – he was to powerful, and she was weak, she wasn't half as strong as when she joined Vegeta's army.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened and he stepped in. Only it wasn't him. She could only see the outline of him, but he looked familiar. He had his hands behind his back, and was thrown into the cell by a big, mean-looking guard. With a thud the familiar, and unconscious, looking man hit the wall and slumped to the floor. She saw, with the light emitting from the doorway, who it was, before the guard said,

"Here's another from the ranks of the army of 'Vegeta.'" He said it so sneeringly that Bulma snarled in reply. No one believed her that this so called 'Vegeta' appeared. They just thought she as mad. But she did see who it was.

It was Nappa.

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What Bulma reckoned to be a couple hours later, the sleeping form of Nappa awoke. He quickly fried the ropes that bound his hands and feet with his ki. He sat up, evidentially thinking he was alone in the cell. He swore something like 'getting caught…baka fool…"

Before he continued to stand up and feel his way around the room. Unfortunately, the first thing he did was hit Bulma.

Bulma cursed and cradled her injured leg – Nappa's foot was as hard as steel. Nappa quieted and stiffened.

"Who's there?" He called out

"Bulma – hi Nappa." Bulma felt from the vibrations in the air – without being able see, taste, hear, smell, or feel she learned how to detect anything in that way – that Nappa had sat down next to her, apparently in shock.

"So, your alive?"

"Yep…"

"I've been looking for you."

"You have?"

"Yep…"

"Why have they been keeping you here?" Bulma went silent. She dealt with the pain, she could keep it to herself, but it still hurt. Especially to someone else, and to a guy who caused her to loose the only man she ever loved.

"They…have…did…"

"What?" Bulma noticed Nappa wasn't his usual, out-of-touch self. He was understanding, almost caring. She wondered what had happened over the past few weeks, or had it been months? She had no idea. She decided to ask.

"What happened – why are you here now, why were you looking for me? And, how long have I been in here?"

"Well, I want to know what happened to you, so we're square. Tell me, I'll tell you, unless you're too weak to talk." He smirked in the darkness. This was the Nappa she knew.  She realized this was good, to tell someone what was happening. She was blocking the pain, but on the inside she was screaming, slowly crumbling. That was why when she slept she curled into a ball in a corner and cried. That's why she didn't resist when she was beaten. That was why she had given hope of getting out. That was why she hoped for death every day. She was crumbling, and she needed help. Maybe this was her answer.

"F-Fine, b-but what I say, swear to never repeat it. Please…?" The tone in her voice shocked Nappa. He knew she was weak on the outside – she was a Faradian, anyway – but on the inside he knew, from the few times they had met, that she was proud, and had the heart of a lion. She seemed scared now, and there was no hint of that once-proud girl that had trained in the ranks of his army.

"Yes, I promise."

"G-Good. Form the b-beginning, I overheard your c-conversation, and I r-ran, all the way to the cliffs, by the s-sea. I jumped, b-but before I could fall, s-someone caught me. It turned out to be one of the g-guards. T-They knocked me out and b-brought me here. When I w-woke up, they beat me until I was practically d-dead – unconscious at l-least. And then Kinas, the lord, he ra…" She took up a deep breath, and tears began to roll down her face. "He raped me. I d-don't remember it, because I was still unconscious, but I k-know he did, because that was I ran away in the first place." So she told her tale, of how she was beaten, raped, and abused in everyway conceivable, and how she was only given a crust of bread and a bowl of water after every-other thrashing.  As the words rolled off her tongue, she slowly stopped stuttering, and it felt as if she had had fifty tons lifted off her shoulders She felt better, just being able to talk to someone besides herself. All the while tears streamed down her face and Nappa sat silently beside her. He had gotten use to the dark, and because of his sensitive Saiyain sight, could see a faint outline of her. He sat staring at her, the whole time silent as possible, his breath could not even be heard.

Holy Shit. Holy Fucking Shit, he thought. Vegeta was right, she has been through more Hell than any one has probably ever been through. Damn, this is the strongest woman I met, I was so wrong. Rape, Molestation, Whipping - what next?

Then, once her story was done, she turned to him.

"So, your turn."