I stomped into the ship and walked towards the end of the room as I threw the bag of food and clothes that was given by Zoken on the metal floor. He had 'kindly' told me to never find him again and I gladly obliged, knowing that if I ever see him the next time, I wouldn't hesitate to blast him into oblivion. He was that annoying.

When I returned, the female jolted from the nap that she took while I was away. I could see her tired expression but she covered it with a smile when she saw me. I turned around after retrieving some female attire from the bag of clothes and threw it to her direction.

"Get cleaned up. You're absolutely filthy and I do not want any of that dirt to stain any parts of this ship, is that clear?" I ordered her as she stood motionless while staring back at me with the clothes in her hand.

"What?! Get on with it, wench!"

Still, she just stood there with a lost expression on her face. Feeling rather confused with her sudden stupidity, or perhaps she was really just plain stupid, I insulted her some more as my patience was running really thin.

"Go on! What are you standing there for?! Are you dumb or what?!" I yelled but felt rather regrettable as a sudden realisation hit me.

She didn't know where the bathroom was.

Mentally cursing myself, I frowned deeply at her lost face and motioned her to follow me to the deck below. It wasn't much as there was only a bed in the middle of it, completed with a small built in wardrobe on the wall and a small cubicle where the bathroom was.

I left her to tend to herself as I proceeded to the upper deck to relief myself from the unexpected situation I had gotten myself into. I remember walking to the middle of the GR and sat on the floor to meditate. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I centred my inner frustrations, balancing it with the tips of my thumb and finger placed on my knees as I sat Indian style.

It must have been about thirty minutes later when I sensed the female emerging from the bottom deck. I ignored her entirely as I returned my focus back to my meditation. There was only silence for about five more minutes when I felt that the female was in my personal space. I popped open an eye to glare at her and to my surprise, she was sitting Indian style, eyes closed and was mimicking my every position. But that wasn't what had amazed me.

What caught my attention was the peaceful look on her face as she followed my stance. In fact, she was all cleaned and scrubbed; I could see how she really looked like with all that dirt washed off, or rather who she really looked like for that matter.

Bulma.

I was superbly shocked as I shot up from the floor and staggered a few shaky steps backwards. What was the meaning of this?! Was it some kind of a joke from up above?!

The blue of her eyes, her hair colour, the same fair porcelain skin, the height and especially those lips that resembled Bulma's which I could never resist, they were all the same! The only features that I am able to differentiate are her cat-like shape for eyes and her pointed ears which are completely a turnabout from Bulma's. For one second, the images of the heated kiss Bulma and I had just four days ago flashed quickly before my eyes.

I screamed in my mind as I cursed the Gods. The reason why I had left the earth was to get as far away from the woman as possible and now THIS?! Of all the rotten planets in the entire universe, I HAD TO come here and bump into a woman, who I wasn't supposed to even put my nose into where her business was, had not only saved her from a mob of lunatic raging would-be rapists, but I also had to bring her to my ship and clothed her, AND IS ONE WHO FUCKING LOOKS LIKE THE WOMAN!!!!!!!!!

How ironic.

I guess my exaggerated expression had frightened her because she stood up and retreated backwards the moment I scowled at the irony that she was unknown to.

"Who the hell are you?!" I yelled, demanding to know was this female a bloody coincidence or was my mind playing a sick, twisted trick on me.

All she did was looked back at me with a really frightened expression and I can't help but to intimidate her more as she looked like she wasn't going to respond to me. She was really getting on my nerves.

"What are you, mute?! Answer me now! What the fuck were you doing back there at the bar?!"

Still she wouldn't answer me. In fact, she was getting rather frantic by the second as she cautiously closed up the distance between us. I looked at her carefully with glaring eyes and a scowl and wondered what this female's next step was.

Then, she had to look at me with those sad blue eyes of hers with an expression of a lost child. She looked like she was about to burst into tears when she suddenly lifted her hand, palm faced up while the other hand was mimicking a writing action on the open palm.

I narrowed one of my eyes at her, thinking that she was probably hit in the head some time ago. 'What the hell is she asking from me? Write on hand? What, pen and hand? No wait,' I frowned. 'Pen and paper.'

I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me as such a simple mimic of a pen and paper as that couldn't even register in my head. Absolutely ridiculous. Space must be getting to my head. I frowned deeper at her before I turned towards the lower deck to search for what she required, then I realise that this female was probably mute, for real.

I returned to her side and handed over to her several sheets of paper and a pen. She gladly took it from my hands and proceeded to sit on the spot where she did earlier and started writing.

I walked towards the female, sat in front of her and waited for her to finish whatever she was doing.

[My name is Oika!] and she smiled.

"Prince Vegeta," I frowned.

[The answers to your questions; Yes, I am mute. I was trying to escape from my captors so I ran away.]

"Who?"

She seemed to have caught the meaning of my question as she started to scribble some more.

[Lord Dorian. Dodoria's brother.] My eyes widened at her answer. Hmph! So unfortunate.

[I'm sure you know the species. They are horrible.] She looked sad after the statement as a distant look crept on her face. I guess she was remembering the torture and misery she had to endure when she was there. No doubt about that. I would too, if I was enslaved by those disgusting pink blobs. In a matter of seconds, she hunched down and wrote something again.

[But now that I have escaped, he must have sent a search hunt for me. You see, I was his…]

I gripped hard on the paper when she passed it to me, almost burning it with my rising anger in the process. She didn't need to finish what she meant to write, because I already knew from my knowledge of that grossed-out race and also from the sad look of her face now. She was a pleasure slave, and she seemed to be Dorian's favourite one too. That disgusting piece of goo-bag!

However, she snatched the paper back from my hands and continued writing.

[I want to go home, Prince Vegeta and you are the only one I can trust now. You have to help me get out of here!]

With that written she crushed the paper into my hands and placed the pen down on the floor. She reached out both her hands to mine and held onto it, squeezing it gently and pleading me with her eyes.

I turned to look away as I felt rather uncomfortable with her being in such close proximity. I had never let any female close apart from Bulma. I was angry at her, but more at myself. Why? Because I had put my foot into this mess and I will have to finish it. Looking back at her, I gave her a simple nod and her face burst into glee as she got up and jumped in joy.

----

As we prepared for takeoff, I realised that the fuel was low. I inwardly cursed the Briefs for being ignorant to these little details. How were they stupid enough to not refuel? I remember I called the old man and gave him an ear lashing, cursing him in all several hundreds of languages that I could think of that moment. He had told me that the ship's not able to withstand any other fuel than the ones they used on earth. He had called it 'special fuel'. Special indeed, I cursed him some more and asked him how much further I could go with the remaining amount. He told me not far enough, but enough to return back to earth to refuel if I wanted to.

That was how I wounded up taking the journey back to earth. Back to the woman.

I remember I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the lower deck while I calmed myself. It had worked out well until Oika had decided to join me. She sat next to me and gave me one of her silent smiles. It totally freaked me out and my expression had caused her smile to falter. I let out a deep sigh and shook my head in disbelief at the sudden twist of fate.

----

"Were you born with the deficiency to speak?" I asked, out of the blue after a long silence while I stared into empty space. I could hear the ruffling sound of paper and the click of the pen as she started to scribble her answer. I guess it was a long story as she took about twenty minutes to finish and finally passed it to me.

[Five years ago, my planet was taken by Frieza. A handful of my people, including my baby sister and I were captured and enslaved. I don't know what happened to the rest. We were both sent here and became Lord Dorian's personal slaves. He tortured us every day, it was terrible. My sister and I were both defiant towards the Lord so one day, he threatened us and said that if we do not start obeying his every whim and command, he will kill one of us... to control the other. Of course, we would rather die than to survive in a nightmare such as that. So he killed my sister, in front of me. I screamed and wailed and cursed him and I even tried to stab him with his own weapon which I had taken from his table but he was too strong for me. He had me at chokehold in an instant and ordered his guards to take me away.]

I looked up from the paper and stared at her. I could see that her eyes were teary so I continued to read on.

[They threw me into a dark and narrow cell where the only light source I had was a small hole not more than a mere coin on the ceiling. I didn't know how long I was there but I remember I was screaming and cursing the existence of every one of them at the top of my lungs. I went on for days, perhaps weeks until one day; Dorian couldn't take it any longer and ordered his men to have my voice box removed. It was painful...]

I stared wide eyed at her and she seemed to know I had finished reading because she pulled her hair back and exposed her throat to me. There was a scar as I traced a finger across it and felt a slight mound of flesh, a result of it being roughly operated. I couldn't help but to frown at the scene before me. I bet those bastards were not even bothered to stitch it back properly.

She took the paper from me and wrote something else. As she finished, she passed it back to cautiously and shyly. I narrowed my eyes as I took the sheet from her.

[It is fortunate for me to have met you, Prince Vegeta. I am glad that you are helping me. No one ever did... only you. I have nothing to offer you in return but... I am willing to give myself to you, if you are willing.]

I snapped my head towards her. 'This woman must be joking!'

I got up from my seat and walked toward the staircase, leaving her behind as I thought to myself that the situation was getting out of hand. 'She's willing to... give herself to me? Why?'

Just because I helped her? Ridiculous. I stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked back at her. Her head was down as she wrapped her hands around herself. She must've felt rather dejected and I was not about to take advantage of the situation. I admit taking her did cross my mind but that was only because... because...

I sighed as I proceeded to the upper deck. It was because she looked like Bulma, but she is not Bulma. I had to remind myself that.