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Chikyuu:

Goku turned around and faced Dr. and Mrs. Briefs . "She's going to be alright, don't you worry, I'll personally make sure that Bulma comes out safe and unharmed, and plus, Yamcha's coming with us, and he won't stop at nothing to get Bulma back, ok?"

Mrs Briefs sobbed into her hankie once more. "Ohh. Ohhkkay." She stammered. "I just miss her soo much!" She broke out into tears once more and clutched her husband.

"Thankyou, Goku." Dr. Briefs said to him, solemnly, "I'm sure at least one of you young men knows how to work the Capsule Corp ship?"

The guys looked at each other worriedly. "Uhh.. Don't worry, Dr. Briefs, we've been in one before, I'm sure we know how to use it, and I mean anyway, it can't be that hard, can it?" Goku said, scratching the back of his head.

Piccolo growled from behind the Briefs'. "I know how to use it."

"Piccolo!" Goku shouted. "So you decided to come! Great, now we'll all be fine, don't you worry." He flashed a brilliant smile.

One by one the guys boarded the ship, each armed with large sacks of food. 'Supplies' Chi chi had called it, 'For your long and perilous journey!' She had made sure that each man had enough food to sustain them for at least a month, yet, knowing her Goku, it would barely last a day… She sighed, yet still waved as the ship began to rise from the ground, and shoot off into the air.

Bulma:

She stayed in her cell. The door had been repaired now, and she sat on the floor against the wall, staring at the ground. She had been doing this for quite a while now, just sitting and staring. She hadn't eaten for days, yet she didn't feel any hunger.

The door opened, yet she didn't look up. She had a feeling she knew who it was, anyway. He had visited her every night, muttering X-rated nothings in her ear, making her blush each time.

He would play with her hair, caress her cheek, hold her, he haunted her thoughts, her dreams, she had almost given up on sleep. There was no bed in her room, and the floor was cold. Most nights she found herself wondering into his room and sleeping next to him, only then would the insomnia disappear.

He nudged her with his foot. "Woman. We're reaching my planet soon. Just thought you'd like to know."

She made no reaction.

"Onna! You heard me? We're landing!"

She still didn't move, didn't blink.

He was growing angry now. His temper was shorter than his small height. Bulma let out a smile at that thought. How Vegeta would beat her if she had said it aloud.

"What are you smiling at? What!"

She laughed.

He shrugged his shoulders, maybe all this time on the ship was affecting her brain. Not that he cared though… as long as she could keep the palace clean and always be ready for him whenever he got bored…he'd be fine.

He picked her up and walked over to his quarters. She was like dead weight in his arms. He dropped her on his bed, and lay next to her, staring at her.

"It's not gonna happen." She said finally. She covered her nose in case any residue ox scent would brainwash her…

"What isn't?" He inched towards her, and prised her fingers from her face.

"I love my boyfriend, and I hate you... and your bloody ox."

He laughed. "Bulma, this is the last night the two of us will have together on this ship, make the most of it." He whispered.

She clamped her hand over her nose again, but it was too late. She felt her resistance weaken, and suddenly he was there, once more pulling away her hand. She tried to fight him, she dug her nails into his skin, tried to bite him, kick him, hit him… anything, to make him just go away. It was useless, as much as she fought, tried to run away, he would stop her, she closed her eyes, and reluctantly succumbed to his will.

She was slowly breaking down… Losing all the fight she had in her. She couldn't stand it anymore…

It was early morning, or so she guessed. She slipped out of his room, quickly and quietly. She crept into an empty room and kicked at some machines continuously until finally large metal parts started to fall off. Using them as weapons to hold in front of her, she slowly made her way through the ship searching for saiyans.

Slipping into the darkness of the early hours of the morning, she hid herself from patrolling guards. Creeping up behind them, she hit each one over the head with her sharp, jagged and deadly weapons, and giving each of their tails a messy slicing. That would keep them out cold for quite a while.

They never saw her coming; her ki was soo small that they could not sense her straight away. Stealing a scouter from one of the unconscious bodies, she was able to detect where each Saiyan was, purely by guessing what the saiyan digits reading out in front of her eye meant.

The ship had many floors, and as she went further down, the number of Saiyans present increased. She hadn't realised there were soo many saiyans aboard the ship; she just hadn't explored enough to find them. She thought back to all those files she had brought up and tampered with on the computer in her cell. She had disabled all the lock pads on each door, she could go anywhere.

This was part of her escape plan, and she hoped that it would work… She'd leave this ship eventually, dead or alive.

She walked through the corridors, quickly and silently, sticking to the walls, and the shadows. Suddenly a Saiyan guard came up behind her. "What are you doing here?" He said, gruffly. She whipped her head around, startled. He was massive, bigger than the other guards there. Her eyes widened as she spotted the large ray gun held in his belt. She gulped. "I.. I was umm. Looking for the ladies room, if you don't mind." She smiled at him, and turned to walk away. She didn't want to mess with this guy, he'd easily crush her bones with one hit…

He grabbed her arm. "No you don't, missy. I've been given strict orders from the Prince, no one should enter these quarters, they're highly dangerous for a little girl like you to play around in."

She fumed. "Little! I'll show you little, you idiot!" She delivered a round house kick, straight in the stomach, and executed a few punches along with a drop kick to finish. She looked at him, triumphantly, only to find that her efforts had been in vain.

"Bitch." He said, looking at her. "Think that's gonna hurt me?" He laughed.

She went pale. "Oops.."

He swung his arm through the air and back-handed her. She flew across the corridor and landed with a thud against the wall. She was out cold for a few minutes, and woke to find him crouched down next to her, laughing his head off.

Bulma took the opportunity of his distraction to shoot her hand out and steal the ray gun. She jumped up and pointed it to him, a smirk spread across her face.

The guard had stopped laughing, he now stood before her, his palm raised. "You can't hurt me, girl. I'll blast your pretty ass off before you finger even touches the trigger."

"Too bad." She said, her face solemn. "My finger's already on it."

His eyes narrowed.

"Sayonara." She whispered, and pulled the trigger, a beam of white light exploded into the guard's chest. It was so sudden; he had no time to scream. His dead body fell to the floor, a noticeable hole in his midriff. She had actually aimed for his heart, but her aim a little off... "Oh well." She said, smiling, as she dragged the body into a nearby empty room, just as she had done with all the other bodies. Bulma didn't like mess.

And that's it for that chappie, Bulma's turned evil, I mean who woulda thunk it? xP

Just keep reviewing and you'll get to find out what the next part of her plan is.. I'll give you guys a hint, if it goes wrong, it'll end up being suicide for our poor girl… o.O