HIYAS! I got a new story! ^-^ I was listening to my Tarzan c.d. and this just...came to me! If you must know, this is the traditional B/V get together. Bulma is captured and made to work as a scientist for the Saiya-jins (would you prefer for me to use Saiyan?). It will be weird, OK? OK, on with the story!

*Whatever you do, I'll do it too
Show me everything and tell me how
It all means something
And yet nothing to me..."

Strangers: Chapter 1
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Bulma jolted awake to what seemed like an earthquake, but she knew there was something about it that wasn't quite right. She looked around and found herself not in her comfortable bed at Capsule Corp. Her surroundings were completely gray and almost metallic. There were absolutely no windows to speak of and she could see several other women who were all whimpering or asleep as she had been. It seemed to her that she was the only one in her bedclothes. "About time you woke up, wench. I was about to claim you dead and destroy your body," said a cold voice next to her.

She growled and said, "What the Hell did you just call me?!" The guy smirked and kicked her in the side with a blue-tipped boot (I have no clue what the Saiya-jin rating is, but I'm going by their clothing coloring for now, K?). She yelped slightly as the boot made contact with her rib. "What the Hell did you do that for?"

"For talking to me, wench. I am much higher up than you'll ever be (not if *I* have anything to do with it! And I *will* have something to do with it, meany butt!)," said the guy. Bulma looked up at him with fire in her eyes and immediately took in his appearance. He was about 6 feet tall and bald. He wore mostly light blue with black here and there. He had cold, evil looking eyes with a small green eye patch looking thing over one of them. Bulma's hands itched to grab it and dissect it. Find out what it was made of and, maybe, make it even better than before, but she knew that she would be dead before her hands could leave her lap. It was just the way he looked at her. "Get up. We will reach Vegetasei in approximately twenty minutes." Bulma knew better than to say anything to the man. She almost swore that her rib was broken from his kick. So, she got up, only to be shoved behind another girl with black hair that was done up in a bun.

"Hi, I'm Bulma," she whispered to the girl.

"I'm ChiChi, but we can't talk here. They'll kill us if we do," she whispered back.

"Everyone will be silent immediately," said a voice that echoed throughout the room. Not surprisingly, the air became so silent and thick with tension that it was nearly suffocating. "You have all been spared and for that you will be eternally grateful. If you think that you can get away, don't. Our technology is way beyond that of your pathetic planet and we are ultimately stronger than the lot of you put together (understatement of the year!). Remember this: you are all expendable." A man with pointy black hair then walked out of a concealed door to their left (just 'cuz I'm left handed ^-^).

"Each and every one of you will be escorted to the palace and if you hope to live you will remain completely silent and not try to break away from our little 'group,'" he said. Four men lit up their fingertips with some sort of light that most of the people (I say people because there are guys there too) shrank back. The Saiya-jins and Bulma along with most of the women that had been sleeping, however, did not. So, they all were persuaded (by small ki beams) to the castle's slave's quarters.
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::sigh:: I decided to end this chapter here because its very hard to type with one of your hands is incapacitated be a little puppy who is bent on licking it clean, you know?

Next chapter:

Bulma unscrewed the panel. Whatever that monkey guy had said about their technology being more advanced was true to the normal human, but Bulma was a technical genius. She found the two wires that would allow the door to open and switched them. After a few seconds of bated breath, the doors swung noiselessly open. She sighed and slowly stepped out of the room.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z! Wow...big surprise, isn't it? I only own this plot which has been over used for so many years. I honestly would love to get a lot of reviews, though!

COLOR CHART:
Gold- King/Queen

Silver- Prince/Princess

Blue- High class warriors (light blue is lower, dark blue higher)

Orange- 2nd class warriors (light orange is lower, dark orange is higher)

Green- 3rd class warriors and under (light green is lower, dark green is higher)

Violet- Scientists/Doctors (light violet is lower, dark violet is higher)

Yellow- Cooks/Chefs

Red- Sluts/whores/concubines

Brown- Slaves/commoners

*Note: All parties are allowed to wear black and white with their outfits. They are also able wear any color that is lower than theirs as long as they are wearing their own color or their rank will be lowered to the highest color they have. Slaves are only allowed to wear brown. The king/queen is allowed to wear whatever he wants and the prince/princess can wear anything but gold. If you wear anything above your rank you are immediately a slave or, if you are a slave, sentenced to death (ouch, harsh). If you are caught talking back to anyone of higher ranking, then you are to rely on that person's mercy. Most Saiya-jins are not merciful and will only spare you if they find it absolutely necessary or you amuse them.

OK, do you think that Bulma's hair will create a problem? Along with her eyes? ^-^ So much fun to torture people like this! Ja'ne!

*I can see there's so much to learn
It's all so close and yet so far
I see myself as people see me
Oh, I just know there's something
bigger out there...*