Sorry that it's taken soo long to update, but, I've been busy, doing other things, but I will try to update faster next time. Thanks to all the reviewers so far, but I would like some more please! So, all of you who are reading this fic, and not reviewing, well, please do!

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She smiled, encrypting her 'escape' folder. She would work on the rest later. She didn't know much at the moment, apart from the fact that they were headed for their home planet, Vegeta-sei.

Well, she had plenty of time, they weren't due to land for a couple of days, so, it would give her something to do.

She got up, and began to play around with the controls on the door. It was locked, but she knew it would be. But, in any case, she decided to have a little bit of fun.

Vegeta fumed, stalking up to the girl's door. He walked towards it, expecting it to slide open automatically, but nothing happened. He went right up close to it, and placed his palm in the little square, next to the door. The character recognition device would normally open the door, but today, it didn't. "What?" he said, trying to prise the doors open with his hands. But the doors wouldn't budge. He started to get angry. He raised his hand in the air, and blasted the damn door to pieces.

Bulma swivelled back and forth on her chair, trying not to look surprised at his methods of opening the door, but he WOULD do that, wouldn't he?

She smiled at him. "Gee Vegeta, look what you've done to the door. It's all gone now. What was the matter, didn't it open?" She smirked, evilly.

"What did you-"

But he was cut short.

"You were all angry, already, weren't you? Were the cameras not working either? Really, Veggie, should get them checked out…."

He lunged at her, grabbing her throat, and lifting her up into the air.

"Onna, why can't you be like the other slaves? Why don't you DO AS YOUR TOLD? Why don't you act like them?"

"Because I'm the odd one out, remember? The BITCH slave!" she choked, still in his grasp.

He dropped her to the floor. "You-"

"I'm not afraid of you, VEGGIE! Haven't you noticed? I'm all right," She said, getting up to face him. I have no injuries."

"Nani! How? Well, I'll give you some…."

But she stopped him again. "Whatever you do to me, it will go away, in time. I'm a genius. You see how I disabled the camera? Locked the doors?" Childs play. Really. You know, I could stop every computer in this ship. I could shut down every working system, and cause the ship itself to shut down, in space, killing us all. No oxygen. And you know what? I couldn't care. Killing the Prince of all Saiya-jins? Well, enough said…."

He grabbed her again. "You even try…. I will break every single bone in your frail body, in one punch. I could kill you right now."

"Then do it." Bulma had no intention of dieing, but, she was calling his bluff. Risky business.

After what seemed like a lifetime, he let go of her, and stalked off, out through the hole, he had created.

Bulma smiled. She had won, this battle. But there were many more to come…..

She walked through the corridors, exploring. It was a weird ship, not like the ones she had seen in CC. She delighted in seeing the numerous computers on board, all screaming for her to play with them, but, who knew how long she'd be allowed to roam free, before, the Prince loses his nerve, and banishes her, so, she would have to make the most of her exploration.

Her eyes roamed around the saiyajingo on the walls, trying, in vain to decipher the letters.

She went down corridor after corridor, until she came across a room, where she heard some people talking in her native tongue.

"Yatta!" She 'whooshed' open the doors, and went inside. She saw the rest of the 'slaves.' They were sitting around chatting, trying to understand one another. It seemed that they were not all from the same countries.

"¡Mirada de Ahh! ¡Una nueva persona!" someone shouted, looking at Bulma. Being a rich daughter, from a rich background, Bulma had been taught in most languages. She was a multi-linguist.

She recognised that to be "Ahh look, a new person!"

She nodded, walking further into the room.

"È che l'altra ragazza, quella differente." said an Italian girl. "She is that other girl, the different one."

"Hello! Like, you there, the one with the blue hair?"

Bulma turned to the voice, it came from a pretty girl, with blonde hair, and a tanned face.

"hhmmmm?"

"Do you like, speak English?"

"Yeah, but I can speak, and also German, Spanish, French, Japanese and Italian, and many more. Just so you lot know" she said, turnig to the others, who had lookd up, when they heard their native tongues being spoken of, by the new comer.

"Whatever," the girl replied. "Yeah, I mean, none of us can like, understand each other, You know? Cause, they're like from, who knows where! And like, who cares anyway? I mean, the only other person that speaks English here, is her," she said pointing to a woman, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor. She had long brown hair, and was extremely tanned.

"Hi!" She said, to Bulma. "My name's Michaela, nice to meet you." Bulma could tell that she was Australian, due to her strong accent.

"Como te llamas?" The Spanish girl called to her. "Bulma. My name is Bulma, Watashi wa Bulma desu. Il mio nome è Bulma." She had repeated it, so that everyone could understand. They all nodded. She could tell all of their origins, as, when she had entered, she had caught some of their conversations, and had recognised all of them.

"Yeah, you're like that bitch girl, aren't you?" The American said. ( A/N: No offence to any of you out there, but some of these girls' characters are OTT, and some of them are airheads, you'll find out who)

"Ummm… you could say that, but, I prefer Bulma."

"Whatever,"

"Anyway, how come you don't share a room with us?" said Michaela.

Bulma was just thinking that.

Why had she been isolated?

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