Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ! {Yeah, duh.} And if I did, don't you think this would be on TV? Yeah, it would, uh-huh! {Shut up and write, you're boring them!} Oh, heh!

Well, I'm updating again, and this time it's FRIDAY! Oh, and it's not 10 PM or something like that, it seems like I always update this story late.but what does it mean? {Oh, shut up! I said WRITE THE STORY ALREADY!} Okay, okay.impatient.thing *Mutters on* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Falling for the Enemy

She wants the rebel

Triyan looked into Goku's eyes, Goku was really scared now. The sword got closer to his throat, "Aren't you?"

"Creep!" Goku regretted his comment after a drop of blood fell from his throat, though he had no intentions of helping, he decided why not tell Triyan he would, just to get out of this hot spot?

Triyan crossed his arms, and the guard kept the sword at Goku's throat, "Well, I'd suggest you see it my way, or you'll be paying a large price!"

"I, I don't care!" He couldn't bring himself to even lie about this, he couldn't just tell where Vegeta was, Vegeta wouldn't do that to him!

"Oh, yes you do!" The sword came closer, Goku winced.

"Uh, okay, FINE!" He finally let the words go, and the sword left from it's uncomfortable position, Goku clenched his fists and growled angrily, "I don't know who you think you are, but." He cut himself off, looked at the ground, closed his eyes and panted.

"I knew you'd come around." Triyan smirked, making Goku want to pound him into the ground. "You're smarter than to just throw your life away like that."

Goku muttered angrily under his breath, "Damn you!" He tried to keep his voice low, but his snarling continued, and he gritted his teeth, "I promise you, you'll be dead before this is over!"

Triyan looked at him and cocked an eyebrow, "What was that?"

Goku said nothing, he just looked up and hissed at Triyan, sounding much like a cat when it was distressed.

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Bulma's eyes were set on the young man in front of her, she walked over to him and dropped down to her knees, she undid the handcuffs and his hands fell to his sides. He moaned, but remained unconscious, she wanted to get him up so bad, but didn't. She tenderly moved her finger across his cheek, he flinched. "Damn."

Bulma's eyes widened, was he getting up? She watched his movements carefully, "Hey?" She looked to see if his eyes were open, the weren't but they were trying to be.

Finally, he forced one eye halfway open and pushed himself up on his arms, he felt a sharp pain jolt through his veins after getting up. He turned his gaze to the blue-haired woman looking at him, or that's what she seemed to be doing, he wasn't sure, all he saw was a white a blue blur. He blinked, and realized that she was looking at him, and she was on her knees. "Wh- what?" He growled.

"Hey, are you okay?" Well, she didn't seem to want to do anything to him, but he wasn't sure, he pushed his feet out in front of him, so he leaned back on his arms.

"I'm fine, but who are you?" He didn't look fine to her, how did he get up? She looked into his eyes, and nearly got put into a trance, and would have if he hadn't been so curious, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, and I'm Bulma, what's your name."

"Vegeta." He spit out some blood, and realized the handcuffs were off his hands.

She blinked, and smiled his eyes were jet black and so was his hairs, he had the body of a greek god, and he was wearing a navy blue jumpsuit, and what was probably armor at one point, she smiled, "Oh, and what happened to you."

He winced, "You ask to many questions!"

"What?"

He gritted his teeth, "I got beat up."

"Yeah, I know, but by who?"

"Guards." He grunted, and panted for a moment, then regained his composure.

She shrieked and looked at his ebony eyes again, "Guards?"

"Ah!" He looked at her again, "I see...that upsets you, and don't do that."

"Sorry, it's just, they were probably my father's guards."

He got apprehensive, "Your father?" He groaned and backed off.

"Look, I promise, I won't hurt you."

"Maybe not, but you'll tell those guards where I am."

"No, I won't!"

He looked at the girl, unsure of what to do, "Promise?"

She nodded, not wanting to leave this young man yet, "I promise!"

She didn't seem like someone who would lie, so he took her word for it, she was happy. "So, your name is Bulma." He cocked his head, "Heh, hey, you're staring." He smirked.

Her cheeks flushed and she tore her glance from the handsome creature in front of him, "I, no I wasn't."

"Then what do you call that."

"Eyeing..."

"Oh, I see." He mumbled something under his breath, tried to get up and failed, "Ow." He winced.

"You need some help?"

"I'll be fine by myself."

"No, you won't, let me help you!" He shook his head and pulled back, she accidentally grabbed his hand, she released it immediately. She cocked her head at his tail, "A tail?"

He nodded, "Yes, a tail, I'm a saiyan."

"A very cute saiyan." She muttered under her breath a little more.

"What?"

"Nothing." She spoke up now, she smiled at him, "You're so stubborn, let me help you."

"No way, what could you do anyway?"

"Ever heard of a bandage?"

He looked at her wearily, "Fine." He gave up on being stubborn, partially because he was out of breath and tired, "But, I'm going to take a nap, now, alright?" He collapsed back on to the ground, and moaned.

"Okay." She ran her finger tenderly along his face, avoiding any wounds, she managed to get a few bandages that she was carrying on a few gashes, but otherwise they remained unattended to, she guessed she'd have to go get more, but for now, her eyes were set on the handsome saiyan in front of her. "There's no way I'm marrying the creep, now." She smirked, "How did something like you get this torn up?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ A/N: I'm done! Heck, that was short, but who cares! I wanted to end it here! The next chapter will be longer! It will be! Be happy! {SHUT UP!}