Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters

Uping the rating for this chapter, not because of lemons but the mention of rape and stuff. Just want to be safe. I probably won't write a lemon, but that doesn't mean everyone will be able to stomach what I do write. lol

And yay, a long chapter :D Finally!

elleelle: Oh don't worry, she will

preciousjade76: Sorry, it's hard for me to tell because I use a small notebook while I'm on campus so what's like 5 pages on ends up being anywhere between 1 and 3 pages and I never know. I'll try to make the chapters longer, it's just it seems like the perfect place to break. It's easier to tell when I'm typing on a computer at home.

Four years later…

Bulma took to her job in the med bay like a fish to water. She knew what to do to heal the soldiers. Even if she was ordered not to treat someone who had been punished, she found a way to ease their pain creating the very first painkiller aboard Frieza's ship. Her father had never found out.

She had liked to invent things to help the other soldiers survive her father's cruel actions. Although he had always been nice to her, the others on the ship were not given the same treatment and it pained her to see how much pain her father caused to others. But what could she do? She was thousands of times weaker than him; and, as his daughter, she had to be somewhat obedient. However, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him or her. Which brought her to the first topic of her rebellion.

"What are you thinking about, woman?" Vegeta asked caressing her from behind and kissing her neck. Bulma giggled and sighed in contentment. Yes, she and Vegeta had decided to continue their friendship/relationship in secret. No one knew, not even Nappa or Raditz, and neither teenager cared.

"That I see you in here way too often," she somewhat teased, leaning back into his embrace.

"Are you complaining?" he asked smugly breathing lightly against her skin.

"When you're hurt, yes," she answered him honestly. She turned in his grasp to face him. "I hate seeing what my father does to you."

Vegeta shrugged it off. "It just helps me get stronger. Besides, gives me an excuse to see you with your father's permission."

Bulma smiled. "Is that why you act out against him all the time?"

Vegeta shook his head, his expression darkening. "I know he's your father, but I hate his guts, and one day I will defeat him."

"I know," Bulma replied, shocking Vegeta. She had no doubts that Vegeta would end her father's life one day, but part of her didn't care. She hated feeling trapped and controlled. And after everything her father had done to Vegeta, she couldn't and wouldn't blame him. She'd probably end up helping him one day if only to stop meaningless bloodshed. She loved her father, but she hated his actions; however, she was not delusional. He would never listen to reason; he wouldn't listen to her.

"And you're fine with that?" Vegeta asked her in shock.

"If you're fine with me being the daughter of the tyrant who beats you, I think I can get past your desire to kill him," she said before brushing her lips against his.

Vegeta smirked against her mouth. Bulma was amazing. She was kind and understanding and still managed to keep her innocent nature on a ship full of murderers while being related to the biggest murderer of them all. Vegeta could talk freely about wanting to kill Frieza to her and she would respect him and keep it to herself. He couldn't ask for a better friend and girlfriend.

"Just promise me you won't get yourself killed," Bulma pleaded.

Vegeta chuckled at her concern for him. "Never going to happen," Vegeta replied confidently, even though he didn't believe it himself.

Just then, Vegeta felt Zarbon's ki and gave Bulma a silent warning. Bulma quickly moved away from him, took out a spray bottle, and sprayed herself with a chemical she made herself that would eliminate Vegeta's scent on her. Everyone had sharp senses on this ship and she didn't want anyone finding out about her and Vegeta's relationship or her father would kill him.

When Zarbon walked in, he glared at Vegeta. "What are you doing here, monkey?" Zarbon spat.

"Cool your ass down, Zarbon," Vegeta responded rudely. "I just came for some medicine for Raditz." Vegeta smirked. "I beat him pretty badly in training today."

"You shouldn't curse in front of a lady, Vegeta," Zarbon stated darkly.

"It's okay, I don't mind," Bulma said softly. "I hear it all the time walking in the halls. It's nothing new." Bulma took out some medical creams and handed them to Vegeta. "I hope these help Raditz. Please be careful during your next training session, okay?"

Vegeta kept a cool face and nodded before leaving. After he was outside the room, he smirked. That girl was a genius; he had to give her that. Vegeta looked back into the room before leaving to go train with his fellow Saiyans.

After he left, Zarbon turned to face Bulma, his expression still soured. "What was the monkey really doing in here?" Zarbon asked Bulma.

"He was only getting medicine, Mr. Zarbon," Bulma replied, blinking at him. "Didn't you hear him?"

No one could really see through her innocent act, at least not as well as Vegeta, so Zarbon didn't press. If Vegeta had been lying to the girl, it wasn't her fault, plus he did just take the medicine and leave. He could have been telling the truth for once.

"Your father wanted an audience with you," he told her.

Bulma tilted her head in confusion. "Did he say why?" she asked sweetly.

Zarbon nodded. "He said with your new job he barely gets to see you. He just misses his princess."

Bulma smiled brightly at the declaration. "Okay, I'll come, just let me put these papers in a file and I'll be ready." Zarbon nodded at her and watched as she filed some papers.

"Hello, my dear," Frieza greeted when Bulma came into the throne room. "Come give your father a hug."

Bulma grinned and ran over to him. She jumped into his embrace and nuzzled against him. "I've missed you too, father," she told him.

"Is everything going well?" Frieza asked, setting her down in front of him.

Bulma nodded proudly. "Yes, I'm getting much better at my job."

"Good, I'm glad," Frieza replied. Then his expression darkened as Zarbon's had. "I've been hearing rumors about Vegeta coming into the lab often. Is he giving you any trouble?"

Bulma shook her head and said, "No, he just trains a lot and keeps injuring himself."

"Stupid monkeys," Frieza muttered. "All of them. Now, Bulma, dear, if he starts acting strange around you, I want you to let me know."

"Strange how father?" Bulma asked cocking her head to the side.

Frieza didn't want to let Bulma in on his little secret. Turns out that the two sixteen year olds were at the mating years and he didn't need the two Saiyans procreating. He was also still trying to figure out what he planned to do with Bulma. At first, she was just his little weapon, but he grew to love her as his own daughter the only way a vicious tyrant could.

"If he gets too, um, handsy, with you," Frieza said carefully. To him, his daughter was still a naïve young lady.

"Don't worry, father, he won't hurt me," she told him with a bright smile on her face.

"Alright, you can go now," Frieza ordered. Bulma gave him a kiss on the cheek and happily skipped away, but stayed close to the door on the outside to listen. She knew the topic wasn't done with her.

"What do you need me to do, sir?" Zarbon asked after she was out of sight.

"Nothing yet, just make sure that monkey doesn't try to harm her or there will be hell to pay." Zarbon nodded and started to leave. Bulma ran off to her room to avoid being discovered.

On her way back to her room, she ran into an alien she had never seen before on the ship. He must have been a new recruit. The man grinned at her and Bulma felt her stomach drop, her heart starting to race as she passed him. "Well," he said once she was next to him, "I haven't seen any other woman on this ship other than the sex slaves. You must have escape, little lady."

Bulma felt a little uneasy around this guy, but kept her cool. She gracefully turned to face him and spoke very diplomatically. "I don't know what you're talking about, sir. I was just with my father, Frieza." She hoped that would get him to back off, but it didn't, and he violently grabbed her arm.

"Yeah, and I was the queen of my planet," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Look, you're going to do as I say right now or I won't be nice about this."

Bulma flinched. She heard that some of the men were aggressive when it came to women, but she had never had to worry because her father made it clear that no one was to harm her. She was their princess. This new guy must not have known, and now she was in big trouble.

"Please, sir," Bulma pleaded again, "my father will be very angry with you." She really didn't want to see anyone die because of her, even if they were trying to rape her.

"Shut up!" the man yelled slamming her into the wall. "I don't want to hear you yapping."

He slapped her across the face and threw her down to the ground. She tried to get up, but it was no use. She was in too much pain from the lack of training. She tried to get up, but felt her clothes get torn off. She got up the courage to look at the man and found him staring at her with dark, wild eyes. Bulma was too in shock to call out for help, staring at the man in fear. He got on top of her, but was pushed back and slammed into the wall. When Bulma looked up, she saw Vegeta punching the lights out of the man. After the guy had lost consciousness, Vegeta went over to the frightened Bulma and picked her up gently. He did his best to cover her with what remained of her dress, took her to her room, and wrapped her in a sheet. He cradled her against him and stroked her hair as she continued to breathe rapidly while forcing herself not to cry.

Vegeta had sensed her energy spike very slightly as well as her fear. He had been worried, and with good reason. After covering her up, he sat in front of her couch holding her. She started crying and he responded by rocking her gently. He had undergone harsh treatment like that from her father, though he would never tell her, and he understood the fear, humiliation, and torment that came with it. He knew that Bulma would probably never be the same again, but he could at least mitigate her stress level at the moment. Right now he would be there for the little princess like she had been for him ten years prior. It was the least he could do for the one person he cared about more than anyone else.

A/N: This chapter was edited on 12/7/2012