An A/U B/V FIC! D Role Reversal time!!

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. Don't sue I am so broke... -.-;;

Enemy

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Their Freedom: The Beginning

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By Yurameki

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Her slim figure moved through the hall of the deck. The sounds of shouts and screams of innocence being taken away echoed through the corridor. These things could only be heard from the passages of Furiza's ship. One grew accustomed to seeing such atrocities in the hallways almost as if it were normal, and perhaps it was. One would never expect to see a beautiful princess walking through such horrors. However, there was.

Being the Saiyajin No Hime did not mean she had time to bask in the riches of her crown but it did allow her the misfortune of growing up as toy for the most powerful being in the universe, Furiza. Her beautiful and exotic combined with a cold demeanor made her his favorite toy. And although the alien lizard was not too keen in the idea of bedding a female he made an exception with this one.

Bulma's lip curled in disgust as she remembered her times with the fiendish villain and the things she was subjected to. She shuddered at the things he made her do when he would ask for her company some nights. She pushed the thoughts aside and made her way to the training hall. She vowed to avenge her people and kill the bastard.

She entered the hall with her usual arrogance and confidence befitting royalty.

A bald man bowed to her as she made her way towards him. "Princess," he said respectively.

"Nappa," she acknowledged. He was one of the last of her people. Although he seemed to be a cruel and evil man he was actually quite the opposite. Her gaze turned to the man next to him. His hair was ridiculously long and amazingly black. "Radditz," she said.

The man named Radditz bowed deeply placing a large fist over his heart. "Princess," he said.

These men were her brothers in sense of the word but blood. They protected her as much as they could and were as loyal as brothers could be. They grew up together on the drifting hell and being the last of their kind they had formed something akin to being a family.

Bulma turned away from them as she walked to the middle of the room warming up to do her daily sparring with the two men. Everyday she would look forward to fighting with them, they were the only men that she could spar with that would not try to take advantage of her. However she was growing weary of their matches. She was immensely strong and each session would end too quickly for her to even break a sweat.

The two men followed her example and began to warm up as well. They needed to become stronger in order to defeat Furiza and if anyone could it would be Bulma. They had faith in their Hime. Although females of their species were supposed to be weaker than the males their Princess was exceptionally strong. They knew that she was destined to be the legendary.

Nappa, being the oldest, had told them stories about their people and what their culture was like before it was destroyed. Bulma had been especially interested in the story of the legendary golden warrior. It became even more of interest of her when the bald man had told her that she was a descendent of the warrior. From that day she vowed to break the barrier and become what her line was destined to be.

"Well," she began. "Are you two going to just stand there or you guys actually going to give me a workout?"

The two men smirked as they positioned themselves, ready to attack her.

She grinned then cried out as she lunged at them.

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Typing on the keys profusely the man named Vegeta grunted entering several calculations, neither one being the correct one. "SHIT!" He cursed in frustration. He threw his black and thick rimmed glasses across the room. It wasn't like he really needed them, he could see just fine but they allowed him better sight than a normal human's. Besides, they looked good on him or so he had been told. Rich, powerful, young, intelligent, handsome and available made him the perfect male specimen.

He let out a loud groan running his hands through his thick black hair that defied gravity.

"Ahem," someone coughed.

He turned to see his assistant, Kori walk in. She was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Vegeta hated her. "What is it?"

The woman smiled ignoring the hostile tone in his voice. "You're 3 o'clock is here and the head of the Chubu Company, Mr. Hanasu, called. He wants to meet with you sometime this week to discuss the finalizing of the company's closure."

Vegeta smirked. He had won over his rival company declaring him the most successful man on Chikyuu. Oh, yes, he did feel bad for the loss of jobs that would result from his victory but afterall, it was business. He nodded to her signaling her to leave.

As she left his appointment walked in. He cringed at the realization turning around to face the person from his chair. "What is it Goku?"

The tall man smiled at his friend. "Hey Vegeta, it's been awhile."

The elder man sighed. "What do you want?"

Goku frowned. "Well, gee, I don't want anything I just wanted to see how you were doing."

He growled in frustration. It wasn't that he hated Goku, although he did hate the fact that his friend was almost a complete idiot. But, he had to admit that he was his only friend and a damned good one. However, every time he saw the man the memories of his adventure with him, in his younger days, would haunt him. He didn't like looking back at times where he had almost been killed, several times. "Fine, I'm sorry."

The smiling fool sighed with relief. He thought he had angered the man, he had forgotten that his friend did have a lot of mood swings. "So, how are you?"

Vegeta smiled. "I'm great!" He said with mocked enthusiasm. "It's great having a week's deadline to get two projects down and not to mention the new line of air cars coming out that I have to test some time this week."

Goku's eyes widened. "Wow, you've got a lot on your plate."

"Tell me about it," he sighed. "This is going to kill me one day, isn't it?"

The younger laughed. "Nah, you may not be a fighter but your pretty tough, Vegeta."

He smirked his face quickly becoming serious. "So really, why are you here?"

Goku sighed and sat down in the chair that faced the desk. He could never get anything past his friend. He knew the minute he walked in. "We need your help," he said with all seriousness.

The elder man leaned back in his chair awaiting his friend's explanation.

"There's something coming. Something big."

Vegeta lifted a thick eyebrow. "Powerful?"

He nodded. "Very, I don't think we have much of a chance. That's why we need your help. With all those defense weapons you made you could create something that'll even our chances."

"But I don't think "

"Look, Vegeta, you are the smartest man in the universe. You can fix, duplicate and create anything. Please, if you don't help us Chikyuu might be in danger."

He thought about his friend's words for a moment. Sorting out the pros and cons. They needed him and he'd be damned if he let Goku play hero and get killed. Besides he had to add something onto his list of perfect man on earth. Saving the Earth would shine just as bright.

"All right."

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Hundreds of men ran through the corridor, some yelling and screaming. Others were silenced by the hand of death, their rotting corpses only obstacles for the living.

Blue eyes darting back and forth looking for her comrades. Things were looking up for them, everything was in chaos on Furiza's ship allowing them their chance to escape.

"HIME!" A voice shouted from behind her.

She turned to see two burly men run towards her, their faces covered with ashes. "Good work," she said as they ran to the escape pods. "The explosion should destract them for the timing being but we have to escape as soon as we can."

The entered the room that held the pods all three looking around to see if anyone was there: it was empty.

"So where are we going?" Nappa asked as he escorted his princess to one of the pods.

Radditz made his way to the control panel in the room. He typed in the coordinates that he had discovered earlier that week. "We are going to seek out my brother, Kakkarotto, he's still alive."

Nappa turned his head sharply towards him. "Alive?!" He looked at Bulma in disbelief.

She nodded. "Yes, we heard that he is on Chikyuu. And if we're going to defeat Furiza," her eyes hardened. "We will need another saiyajin."

"DONE!" Radditz signaled as he jumped over the console and towards one of the pods. They each strapped themselves in as the hatches to the pods closed.

The ship's computer whirled to life as the pods descended down a narrow passage way leading to their freedom and the beginning of their revenge.

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Author's Notes:

Ok so this is a little different than my other fic. But Bulma is still a Saiyajin! BWHAHAHA! So let me know what you all think. ^_^

Yurameki