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Bulma was happy, very happy. Everything was going smoothly in the Saiyans training, thanks in part to her new devices. Soon her father would be defeated and she still had a month before her wedding to Zarbon. She had been dreading it for the last few years. She'd rather belong to anyone than him. Actually, she'd rather not belong to anyone, but compliment them as their other half. She wanted to be seen as an equal and not be a wallflower as her father had kept her.

It made her happy that Vegeta had gotten stronger using the portable gravity simulator. Her father was none the wiser to his soldier's increase in strength. It was his loss, though, since the Saiyans were not as loyal as they led him to believe. The three Saiyans had been plotting his downfall for a long time now and even let Bulma help them with some of the details. At first Nappa and Raditz were concerned about getting the princess too involved in their plans. They never doubted her loyalty to them, but loyalty to one's family is greater, and they were hesitant to fully trust her. Vegeta placed all of his trust in her, and it was harder to argue with him. When no one came for them, the other two Saiyans began to trust Bulma as well. She had become an honorary Saiyan warrior, and she lived up to her expectations.

They knew a lot about what Frieza had done. They knew he had destroyed Planet Vegeta, and they knew that he had enslaved their prince, an elite, and a low-class warrior with great potential. One thing they did not know was what Frieza's plans were for them, and the only way to get that information was to take it from his file safe. Bulma, of course, already had a plan for getting in and out of there without getting any of them in trouble with her father. She would go herself.

"Oh, princess, what are you doing in here?" a guard at the file vault asked her.

Bulma sighed and laced her hands together daintily. "I just have a lot on my mind and this was the only place I could come to think without my father or fiancé showing up."

The guard nodded in understanding and left the room to wait outside. He empathized with the young princess. Bulma had gone in the vault to think sometimes when she was younger, so it didn't raise any red flags. Bulma waited for the guard to shut her in, then walked over to the S files, and replaced the folder on Saiyans with an empty folder. Her father wouldn't even notice it missing, and she would return it later. She stuffed the folder into her hidden bag and walked out of the vault with a bright smile on her face.

"Thank you so much, sir. I feel much better now. I needed that time." Bulma skipped away happily and the guard waved to her. She was a good kid going through a rough time. Everyone knew she didn't want to marry Zarbon, but Frieza had ordered it and no one, not even his daughter, could avoid his orders. The guard reflected on this and came to a conclusion. Compare to Frieza's daughter, they all had it easy. Frieza didn't always interfere in their lives.

"So do you think she'll be able to do it, Vegeta?" Nappa asked unsurely. Sure he trusted Bulma, but he didn't know if she could trick her father's guards without giving them away. She seemed innocent, but if the Saiyans could see her rebellious side, couldn't everyone else? How could Vegeta act so calmly about this?

"Of course she ca-hey, what are those?" Vegeta asked pointing to a soldier getting beaten by Zarbon. He was wearing the same bracelets Bulma had always been wearing. She had told him that Frieza had said they were her mother's and to never take them off. They would keep her protected and her mother close to her heart. Now he was seeing the exact same bracelets on another getting massacred by Zarbon. Some protection.

"They're called ki restraints, Prince Vegeta," Raditz told him. Vegeta looked to his comrade aghast at hearing such a statement. "Frieza used them on me once. They trap your natural ki with in your body and limits how the body can defend itself. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Vegeta lied, shrugging. He couldn't help but panic on the inside, though. Why would Frieza purposely trap his daughter's energy inside of her and then lie to her? He never let her train, so her energy increasing would not be so dramatic. The restraints actually made her an easy target, if it weren't for her father being the top dog on the ship. Something didn't add up with this and Vegeta was going to figure out what Frieza was hiding one way or another, especially if it had to do with Bulma.

Later on in the evening, Bulma came to his room with the files he wanted. She placed them down on the table in front of him in a rushed motion. "Here, Vegeta. I would stay and read it with you, but I have to get to my marriage classes."

Vegeta raised his eyebrow at her. "Marriage classes?" he asked. It sounded like the stupidest thing he had heard.

Bulma scoffed. "I know. It's so stupid." She looked over to him with sad eyes and sighed. "Vegeta, how does a Saiyan choose a wife?"

Vegeta was slightly taken aback by her question, but he would answer her the best he could. "Well, according to what Nappa has taught me about our race, we don't really marry. We mate." Bulma blushed knowing what he meant. Vegeta continued, ignoring his own blush. "Saiyans chose their mates with just a few criteria in mind: they were strong enough to carry a child, they were strong enough to defend themselves and the child, and they wouldn't hold the male back from his duty. But there was also some emotional attachment and undying loyalty as well; however, I have never felt that, ever." He knew that was a lie. He had an emotional connection to Bulma and would always stay loyal, despite her being an Ice-jin, but she wasn't a Saiyan so it didn't count. "Why are you asking?"

Bulma frowned and her anger started to rise. "Because my father says Saiyans are 'filthy monkeys' yet you are more practical in your choosing and more respectful of the women you choose. In these classes, I am taught how to behave as a wife. There is no mutual understanding or feelings involved. My duty is to be a perfect little woman and be obedient to my husband. I am taught how to act with him when we are alone and with his friends. There's no intimacy, just duty and false loyalty. It's like they are telling me who to be and I hate it. I hate being controlled. My father is wrong. You are more advanced than his pathetic ways."

Vegeta smirked at the compliment but then frowned. He hated the idea that they were trying to take her fighting spirit away from her. He would never force her into acting a certain way. As long as she respected him, he just didn't care how she acted. Besides, it was more fun to see her fighting side rather than her obedient side. It challenged him, and he loved it.

"I have to go," she said sadly, but before she left, Vegeta pulled her to him and kissed her roughly. He tickled her lips with his tongue before she part her lips for him. It was by far the most passionate kiss they had ever shared together and they were both putting all of their emotions and fears into it. When they parted, both their eyes were sparkling in awe over the power they had just felt in that one kiss. She gave him a quick hug before running off to her class. If she was late, it would mean trouble for her later.

Vegeta sat down on a chair mesmerized by the feeling on his lips and how they tingled even after Bulma had left. He then started to look through all of Frieza's papers on the Saiyans. He finally came across documents with information on Nappa, Raditz, and himself, but what left him in shock was that there was another Saiyan Frieza had information on in this folder.

Bulma?

A/N: This chapter was edited 12/8/2012