Several stories below the yard, a group of Freeza's goons were having a difficult time with a certain captive. The hall in which he was housed contained the most vicious of Freeza's collection, and there was only one left. His very presence seemed to slowly drive his fellow cell mates insane. Forcing them to be immediately removed before further damage could be put upon them. Not that he complained, he prefers the peace and quiet. Freeza was not happy with this though, and decided to punish him with solitary confinement. He assumed this would frighten him, and so far the deadline on how long Vegeta's punishment would last was unknown.

"Come on, short shit!" A giant of some sort of reptilian decent yelled, "Time to move your ass!"

Vegeta sat on a lone chair in the middle of his cell. The only piece of furniture that he was allowed to have. His bulky arms were crossed across his chest; his head was down allowing his chin to touch his collar bone; his eyes were closed. He looked asleep, but it didn't take a genius to know that he wasn't.

Bergo, the eight foot tall mass of scales and claws, glared at Vegeta from the cell's doorway. The little Price has already killed a half dozen men before he arrived, and he didn't plan on joining them. He tried a different approach, "Price Vegeta?" It was hard to tell, but he was almost positive that he saw his eye twitch.

Sighing, Bergo tried to reason with him, "I'm sorry, Price, but I'm here to move you to your new holding cell. You are not allowed to be near others from here-"

Bergo barely had time to blink before Vegeta had his fingers wrapped around his huge throat. His arms instinctively shot up to hopefully pull Vegeta's grip loose, but no avail. Silently praying for a miracle, his bloodshot eyes trailed over to Vegeta's, pleading for him to let him go.

Enjoying the misery he caused, Vegeta smirked, "You are a fool. Letting your guard down in hope of peace." Then without any effort, he flicked his wrist, snapping Bergo's neck clean in half. Tossing the enormous carcass aside, Vegeta shot through the doorway, and began to make his way to the docking bay. Where he planned to make his escape.

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Grumbling to herself, Bulma sat in the corner of the yard waiting for that imbecile Leo. She had no idea where he was, and if he was even going to be in the yard the same time she was. Frustrated, she concentrated on drawing doodles on the table with her mind. When Freeza said he allowed her to have some of her mental powers, he wasn't kidding. She could still do quite a lot, but not enough to do much damage to others. Which was kinda annoying.

Suddenly an alarm went off, interrupting her concentration. She glanced up, and noticed the few guards that were stationed on the other side of the yard had franticly left leaving the captives alone. Her eyes began to glow and brighten with opportunity. Bolting out of her seat, Bulma ran to the closest exit, grabbing the handle, she flung open the door only to have it slammed shut right in her face.

In front of her was the hand that had pushed the door shut. With her eyes, she followed the hand, up the arm, and to the face of it's owner. He looks like a Neanderthal, was the first thing that flowed through Bulma's mind. He was covered head to toe in hair, he smelled and looked like he hadn't seen soap in ages, and he had disgustingly huge grin on his face. Which showed off his three teeth nicely. Plus, he was definitely well off in the muscle department. Gasping for air, Bulma slapped her hand over her nose while taking a few steps back. Hoping to find some fresh air.

"Whoa buddy! How can you not notice that?"

Letting out a deep low chuckle, the nasty bastard replied, "You funny girl."

Rolling her eyes, Bulma was about to turn around and walk away, but slammed face first into a what felt like a wall. Her hands shot up to hold her poor nose, a muffled groan slipping past her fingers. Her eyes, close to shooting lasers, snapped up to see another Neanderthal look alike. Growling, she kicked him in the shin. Which accomplished absolutely nothing. "What is this, a caveman party?"

She went to walk around him, but someone dropped a heavy hand on her shoulder holding her back. Before she could turn around, she was hauled back and pushed up against the door she had once tried to flee through. It was then she got to see what she was really up against.

Three alien men had taken the opportunity to act when they saw the little female racing to freedom. They've been eying her ever since she first step foot into the yard, and they weren't going to let her leave without getting a taste. Following the plan, the bear of a man, Thraso, attacked the female. Ignoring her thrashing and screams, he dragged her over to the nearest table, and slammed her down face first. Her upper body was held down, while her ass and legs dangled off the side of the table, attempting to karate chop anyone within a three foot radius. Grunting to his brother for help, another burly man stomped over and shoved his foot down on Bulma's left foot and held down her left shoulder. Thraso, copied the act on Bulma's right side. The third man grabbed a handful of the ugly orange suit that she was forced to wear, and tore it all the way down her back and past her ass.

Screaming, growling, hissing, and yelling, Bulma wasn't gonna go down without a fight. Trying every trick in the book, these men didn't seem to care about their worst fears as long as they got a little bit of pussy. Her hands were free, so she reached for the man's groin to her right. She made a mental note, to thank her mother for forcing her to take all those self-defense classes when she was a teenager. There was one thing she had yet to try. With a wicked grin, she repeated what was drilled into her head, over and over again from her teachers, "Grab, twist, and throw!"

A high-pitched squeal escaped Thraso's lips, before falling to his knees in agony. On his way down, his head collided with table, knocking him unconscious immediately. With her free foot, she kicked the man behind her in the jaw, sending him backwards. Then she turned to the man to her left, about to clobber him, but was stopped when something hard flew into her, and forced her back onto the table.

Once she got some air back into her lungs, she yanked her head around to see what exactly was holding her down. It was some sort of metal, and it looked like... a leg from a chair? She glanced up and saw the third man had removed the top half of his suit. The rest hung off his hips, while letting his erection grace their presence.

He chuckled, "You're quite the stubborn bitch now, aren't ya?"

Bulma ignored him, she was concentrating on trying to make his head explode... literally. The damn chip behind her head was making it all quite difficult. Every time she tried to inflict pain into his mind it seemed to backfire and attack her instead. Gritting her teeth, she tried to forget about the pain and concentrate only on harming the thing behind her.

Gother had no idea why the blue-haired bitch became quiet all of a sudden. Maybe she just accepted her fate? Either way, he started to feel a headache coming on. The pain was barely there at first, but slowly it grew to point where it hurt to blink. He began to mumble to himself, "Who the... fuck?" Almost losing his balance, he stumbled a bit trying to stay upright. He started to feel... out of place, like he wasn't sure why he was there and how he came to be. He saw his hand near his face, and slowly he turned it back and forth, truly fascinated at what he was seeing. His raised his other hand, and marveled at it just the same. As if he had never seen such a thing in his life. His eyes grew wide and he gasped when he found out that he could actually bend his fingers.

Exhausted, Bulma felt like she ran a marathon. She may not have been able to kill him, but at least she was about to scramble his brain beyond repair. Suddenly frantic, she tossed the bar off of her, and pulled her suit up. Fumbling for a moment, she tried to tie it around her shoulders so it would stay while nervously glancing over to where Gother was slowly running his fingers down his face. She doubted he would try anything (He couldn't even remember who or what he is!), but he was still very much stronger than her physically. Plus, at the moment she was dead tired, she wouldn't be able to out run him or attempt to hurt him mentally again. Freeza's chip does it's job, that's for sure. Working her mind around it is possible, as she has just found out, but it's definitely something that would take a lot more time and practice.

Glancing around the yard, she noticed it was completely empty. Everyone must have had the same idea as her when the guards left. She was just held back by three certain assholes. Suddenly reminded of the other two who helped attack her, she glanced back at the table where they laid motionless on the ground. She decided to leave while they were still in that position.

Jogging towards the door, she slowly stuck her head out into the hall, looking both ways before she turned left. Having no idea where she was going, but knowing she needed to move in order to find out. She heard voices, they weren't loud, but they sounded nervous. She kept close to the wall while she tip-toed her way to the door, and looked in the tiny window.

It was some sort of control room, it wasn't big, and there was only three people inside. They were running back and fourth pushing buttons, hissing orders at each other. Bulma furrowed her brow confused, but continued down the hall. Every so often she'd come across an emergency sign with the red light flickering. The red streamed down the empty hall, not another soul in sight. iWhat could have happened for all the guards to just up and leave? Where the hell is Freeza? Wouldn't he be worried about his precious collection piece? I almost got gang raped by a bunch of fucked up cavemen for Kami's sake!/I

She stopped dead when she heard yelling, but from behind her. Whipping her head around, she spotted a door up ahead to her right. It had no window, but she didn't stop to think. Running over she practically ripped the door off it's hinges, flung herself inside, and slammed it shut. She felt around for a light switch, and sighed in relief when the light actually worked. Turning around she came face to face with a red-flame haired man. "AHH!" Without a second thought, she punched the guy right in his nose.

"Holy shi-!" Holding his poor nose, he moaned in pain.

Bulma gasped, "Leo? Why the hell did scare me like that?"

Leo rolled his eyes and let go of his nose, thankful there was no blood on his hands. "I wasn't itrying/I to scare you. I was actually on my way to find you, but some guards almost caught up with me so I've been hiding out in here for the last 20 minutes."

Bulma snorted and mumbled to herself , "Sure you have, and I'm the Queen of England."

"What?"

"Nothing, just tell me which way is the docking bay."

Leaning up against the wall behind him, Leo sighed while running his fingers through his flame like hair, "It's not that easy, and it's not something that you could do alone."

Stomping her foot, Bulma almost yelled but controlled herself, "We've been through this before, and I've told you that I don't need help-"

"Then why are you asking me for directions?"

"Because that would be-"

"Face it, you need my help to get out of here. Just accept the fact, so we can quit arguing and get our asses off this ship!"

"Maybe if you quit interrupting me!"

Frustrated, he pinched the bridge of his nose, "How about this, I'll tell you if you agree to take my team and myself along with you."

Annoyed that it has come to this, Bulma stiffly nodded her head before she blurted out her real opinion on the matter. She forced one question out of her mouth, "Where exactly is your little team?"

Leo smirked, "I told them to wait close to the docking bay. They're probably picking out a ship as we speak."

Bulma's eyes lit up, "Then why the hell are we waiting around here for? Let's go!"