I'm welcoming flames in this story. I'm new to writing DragonBall Z stories and I'd like to make sure it's done right. So please, all suggestions, pointers, advice is welcomed. This story is AU; it takes place before any of the DBZ events. So that means that the Saiyan saga never happened, neither did the Frieza saga.

Thanks for the reviews :)

preciousjade76- Haha, I'd love to tell you now, but you'll find out in this chapter.

loraven888- First I want to say thank you for your advice. I'm new to writing it, I've been a DBZ fan for a few years now but I've been caught up in writing other stories that I'm just now getting to DBZ. Honestly, I don't think the summary is the same as KimiruMai's And So the Angels Cry, I'll admit that the first chapter is similar. But beside that, my story is definitely not going to be the same. I also never said that the prison was on the Moon. The prison they are in is in no particular area. I have a certain way of revealing parts of the plot and setting, that's just how I am. If you noticed during Bulma's flashback I mentioned one of Dr. Briefs inventions was a gravity simulator, *hint hint foreshadowing!*. Seriously although I love her story to death I am not about to plagiarize it and take it as my own. I'm in college. I know better. Oh, believe me I've only just begun getting into Bulma's fiery personality and Vegeta's surliness. But again, thank you for your help, I really appreciate it.

Apologizes for the really long Author's Note, I just really needed to get that out into the field before someone else mentions that. I have shortened my rant...It used to be twice as long, but I felt it was a little excessive haha.

Disclaimer- I don't own DragonBall, DragonBall Z, DragonBall GT or anything else DragonBall related, Akira Toriyama does. I wish I could say that I did but I don't. *cries* I only own this story.

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"Listen to me, puny helpless Earthling. I want nothing to do with you. I don't want to know anything about you. I could give a shit less about your name. Now shut up so I can train since you are clearly no help to me!" The man yelled, glaring at her. He walked to the other side of the cell which was about a 20x20 circular room. He began to punch and kick at the air ferociously.

Bulma furrowed her brow; she was not going to give up. If they were to stay in this cell together they needed to know more about each other. At least Bulma did. Being a scientist she always wanted to discover everything…whether or not he wanted to. "I'll ask you again. What is your name? Unless you'd like me to refer to you as something else…'Jack-ass', perhaps?"

He turned to face her with a fiery gaze, but never stopped throwing attacks. "Vegeta."

Bulma was thrilled he actually complied with her question, "Vegeta? That's your name? That's a strange name."

"My name is not strange! If anything, your name is strange, woman. I am named after my father, King Vegeta." He snapped at her, stopping his training and stepped closer, pushing Bulma up against the walls.

Bulma showed no fear and stood her ground, leaning up against the wall. She was about to make a remark, but she realized an important fact. "Wait. Did you say 'King Vegeta'?"

"Yes…my father is the King. Which means in case you hadn't noticed, that means I am the Prince." He stated arrogantly.

Bulma was shocked at the fact that Vegeta was a prince and that he assumed she was stupid. She was a freaking genius! How dare he call her stupid! She had never seen a prince before though. She wanted to ask Vegeta millions of questions but she knew she was already pushing the limit. But…a few more couldn't hurt.

"How old are you? I'm eighteen."

"I am also eighteen. I will be nineteen in a few months." He stated, void of any emotion as he took a step back.

"Wow! We're practically the same age!" She could have sworn he would have been older than that. "So what are you the prince of? What's your race?"

Vegeta's face fell into a brief moment of despair, but quickly reverted back to his stoic emotionless one. "I am the Prince of all Saiyans. Our planet, Vegeta-sei was in the sector SSJ583."

"A Saiyan, huh. Wait…you said 'was'?"

Vegeta's hands clenched and unclenched angrily, "Frieza destroyed my planet."

Bulma's chest tightened. He had been through the same events as her. Earth had been blown to tiny pieces once she was aboard the ship. She assumed his planet had received the same fate.

"I'm sorry. Frieza destroyed my planet, too." She said sadly, thinking of her parents. She fought back her tears, not wanting Vegeta to see her weakness. He already thought she was useless.

"I will get revenge on Frieza. He will pay for what he has done to my people. I'll obliterate that bastard lizard!" Vegeta scowled, glaring at her.

Bulma knew his glaring at the moment wasn't necessarily directed at her. She could feel his pain and agony that he was going through, but Bulma was only the heiress to Capsule Corporation. Vegeta was supposed to be the ruler of his world. He was supposed to protect his people, whether he was king or not yet.

He must feel like such a failure…All Vegeta has left of his heritage is his Saiyan royal title and his Saiyan pride.

When Vegeta simply stared at her, she knew that their conversation was over. Bulma slumped down on the floor, nestling her head in her crossed arms.

Vegeta unclenched his hands for the final time. He glanced at them, seeing his blood on his bronze palms where his fingers dug into the skin. He ignored the liquid and wiped it on his shirt. It was already blood-stained enough; it was not like it would matter. Vegeta stepped back to where he had been practicing and continued where he left off. Vegeta's frown deepened as he thought of the woman. Who the hell did she think she was, addressing him in that manner! It was improper! She talked as if he wasn't a prince. He should have put her in her place. Then she'd learn to show her superiors respect. Her eyes never looked anywhere else when she spoke to him. He azure eyes were locked on his obsidian ones. He had seen blue eyes before, it was uncommon in Saiyans but it did happen. Her eyes were unlike anything he'd seen. What made her more absurd was her hair. That too was blue. A shade of aquamarine. It was shoulder length that flowed behind her back and covered a part of her chest. Vegeta's mind trailed to other things and he had to remind himself she was there and a human. He refocused and continued his training.

Bulma checked her watch for the tenth time in the past minute. Ugh! It was still the same time when she last looked. She periodically kept track of the hour. If the space prison they were in didn't affect the watch, it had been about a week since Bulma was captured and brought to the floating prison. Every day the guards would bring two bowls of slop, once in the morning and once at night. They were given a cup full of water with both meals, but around lunchtime they brought only the water. Vegeta ate his without second thoughts, but he always seemed to be still hungry. Whenever Bulma glanced at her bowl of crap she would always hesitate when Vegeta stared at it hungrily. She wanted to give him some of hers, but she knew she needed it just as badly. She choked it down every time, coughing and hacking at the terrible taste.

In the week that she arrived, Bulma and Vegeta didn't exchange more words since the conversation concerning his planet. Vegeta would train non-stop, pausing only to eat, bathroom breaks and when he collapsed in exhaustion. When he awoke, he would immediately begin to train again until the guards came by to wake them. Bulma wrinkled her nose more frequently than she ever had before since Vegeta's constant working out smelled up their cell. She eventually got used to it, barely noticing it at times.

Bathroom breaks were three times a day, when you woke up by the guards, lunchtime and before the guards told you to go to sleep. They handcuffed you and led the way to the restrooms. Thankfully, Bulma always had a female guard watch her do her business. She knew it was the same for Vegeta. Male guards would stick their noses in the bathrooms, trying to sneak peeks. The female guards never seemed to notice.

It was the beginning of a new week and Bulma realized that she was about to get her monthly gift. She really hoped Vegeta wouldn't notice her flailing around in pain. Bulma wanted to ask one of the female guards if they could accustom to her need. Bathroom time rolled around and when she and Vegeta were led away, she asked her guard an awkward question.

"Um…I know this is completely out of nowhere, but I'm about to get my monthly menstruation cycle…"

The guard who handled her was taken aback, "Uh…what?"

Bulma sighed. Could this be more awkward? "I'm about to get my…you know…in a few days…" She desperately hoped her guard would catch on.

"Uh…oh! You mean your…oh…" She trailed off in realization.

Bulma stifled a laugh at her response, "Yeah. That. So is there anything that I can use here?"

Her escort nodded, "I can't get it for you right now, but I'll bring it during the next restroom break."

"Thank you, thank you!" Bulma nearly jumped up and down happily. "I'm Bulma, by the way."

"I'm Ki'ilina. I know who you are, Bulma. I've been your escort for a week now. I must remind you though. We cannot show signs of being comrades…Frieza will punish us both."

"I know…It's just nice to know not all of Frieza's henchmen aren't evil or sadistic." Bulma flashed a smile. It felt so strange to her, smiling. She hadn't smiled in a long time.

Ki'ilina gave a tiny smile back. Ki'ilina was mostly red-skinned. The center of her body was a deep crimson and then as it expanded over her skin it began to lighten, and then her wrists and ankles were a shade of orange. It reminded Bulma of sunrises and sunsets. Her hair was jet-black with orange highlights and flowed down her back, stopping at her rear. Ki'ilina's eyes were like humans, but the irises were a vibrant yellow. Her hands were clawed and dangerous. Ki'ilina was about six feet and two inches, towering over Bulma. Her legs were the longest part of her body as she had a short torso compared to her legs. She wore the armor that all of Frieza's henchmen wore but added black stockings on her legs like Zarbon. Ki'ilina wasn't overtly muscular, but she was toned. Bulma self-consciously looked at her arms…man she was scrawny. Ki'ilina was like an alien Amazonian woman.

Bulma was about to ask her new acquaintance more questions but Ki'ilina cut her off, "We need to return you to your cell. Time restrictions as you know." Ki'ilina put Bulma's handcuffs back on her wrists.

"Stupid time restrictions…" Bulma muttered and followed Ki'ilina back to her cell.

"What is it like having the Prince of Saiyans as your cell mate?" Ki'ilina asked quietly.

The aquamarine haired human was surprised as she thought they would walk in silence. Bulma frowned though, thinking of Vegeta. "Uh…well…I can't really say much. He hasn't told me much about himself…just that he's the prince and Frieza destroyed his planet. He's turning nineteen in a few months. He loves to train and work out. God, I swear he never stops! All he thinks about is getting stronger so he can defeat Frieza and extract his revenge."

"Well who wouldn't?" Ki'ilina stared at Bulma seriously.

"That reminds me…how did you get here?"

Ki'ilina sighed and averted her gaze to the ground, "I am from a race called the Trexilia. Our people lived on the Planet Trexy in sector KTT291. My people were not warriors like the Saiyans, but we did have an army. We were simple. We never wanted to get involved with Frieza and his world domination plans."

"What happened?"

"Frieza attacked my planet. Much in the way he did with Earth. Males were drafted into his army if they were powerful enough. If they weren't they were killed. Females were killed unless they were also fighters or if they were useful in some way."

"Useful?"

Ki'ilina's frown deepened, "Sent to the slave quarters. My mother and sister are there. But since I am a fighter, I am a soldier. As much as I would rather be with my family, I do not want to be one of Frieza's whores."

Bulma placed her hand on Ki'ilina's arm comfortingly, "I'm sorry…Frieza is terrible…he needs to pay for all of this. And he will." Ki'ilina looked at Bulma. Her face was full of determined emotion. She knew Bulma was not kidding with her statement. She wished she was as strong-willed as Bulma. "We're going to get out of here. We're going to make Frieza pay and then we're leaving this fucking place and blowing it the fuck up. You, me, your mother and sister, and even Vegeta...We're all getting out. I swear on it."

Ki'ilina nodded silently and stopped as they approached cell number 732. She opened the door and removed Bulma's handcuffs. "When we have the next bathroom break I'll bring the items you need, Bulma."

Bulma was about to step in the cell when Ki'ilina pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "Since you'll be spending a lot of time with him and we'll definitely need his help to beat Frieza, you should probably get friendly with Prince Vegeta. If you know what I mean." Ki'ilina winked flirtatiously.

"What? Ki'ilina!" Bulma said in a harsh whisper.

"Bye, Bulma!" Ki'ilina laughed quietly and shut the door in Bulma's face, leaving her with Vegeta.

Bulma stood there in shock. Ki'ilina actually suggested she…do things with Vegeta! She must have been insane! Bulma could barely get Vegeta to talk to her, how the hell was she supposed to get 'friendly' with him? This was going to take more effort than she wanted to put forth. Sure, he was attractive…there was no denying that. But arrogant jerk wasn't exactly Bulma's type.

"You were gone for a longer time than usual."

Bulma whipped around to see Vegeta glancing at her as he sat on the floor, one leg propped up and an arm draped across that leg. He was sweating profusely hinting that he had either finished for now, or he was taking a break.

"Yeah, maybe I was. What's it to you, buddy? I can take long bathroom breaks if I want to!" Bulma snapped.

Oh, God, there's my bitchiness. He's bound to notice that.

"I was merely stating a fact. I did not want a rant, woman." His voice was suddenly closer to her than it was before. Bulma turned her neck to see Vegeta there glaring at her.

"Wha? What the hell? How did you do that?"

"I'm a Saiyan. I'm naturally fast. Of course you are a human, so you're naturally slow." He smirked.

"Excuse me? I am not slow! I just…"

Bulma couldn't find a good comeback before Vegeta cut her off, "You smell funny. Did the lizard allow you a shower?"

Bulma quirked an eyebrow and then gasped, blushing as she realized what he was smelling. "Um…no. I bumped into another prisoner…you probably smell her." She smiled innocently, desperately trying to cover her embarrassment.

"Hn. Either way, you smell." Vegeta turned and walked back to his space sitting back down.

Bulma's eye twitched, "Excuse me? I do not smell! I smell freaking fantastic! I-I smell like…" She paused and sniffed her pits secretly. Oh, wow. She did smell. And that wasn't the menstrual cycle talking. Damnit, she was supposed to smell like strawberries!

Vegeta stared at her amusedly, waiting for her to finish her response. Bulma glared back at him. She sighed, deciding the matter was best left to end there. She slumped down against the wall across from Vegeta, plopping her butt on the ground. Their eyes met briefly as they had a staring contest. Bulma felt her eyes twitching as they itched to close. Vegeta didn't seem to be struggling at all. He was probably using his Saiyan speedy reflexes to blink fast so she couldn't see. The bluenette had to tear her eyes away from Vegeta and glanced at the ceiling, blinking rapidly to get fluids back her eyeball. She snuck a look at Vegeta quickly, and saw he was smirking at her again. He watched her like a hawk.

They continued their silence until it was bathroom breaks before lights out. Ki'ilina had brought the products that Bulma needed as promised. That was a relief. Hopefully she'd stop smelling now. As Ki'ilina was returning Bulma to her cell she asked how the situation with Vegeta was, winking again. Bulma playfully slapped Ki'ilina on the arm and bid her goodnight.

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The next morning, Bulma woke with a start. She heard the door to their cell open and lifted her head to see what was going on. A shadow came into her view, standing over her.

"Get up."

Bulma's eyes came into focus to see Zarbon. Crap. What did he want?

"Why? It's not time for bathroom breaks…" Bulma questioned him, sitting up.

"Lord Frieza wishes to meet the legendary Dr. Briefs." He grabbed her wrists forcefully, placing the familiar handcuffs on them. He dragged her toward the door. Bulma tried to resist his tug and heard shuffling in the corner. Vegeta was waking up. She wanted to call out to him for help, but it wasn't like he could do anything.

Zarbon walked her out of the cell, and down numerous hallways. After a few moments, they arrived at a new hall with an immense door at the end of it. Zarbon knocked on the door silently. The door opened, revealing a control room and a chair in the center of it. In the chair sat a white being with a long tail. Bulma immediately felt fearful for her life.

Frieza.

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So how was my second chapter? I hope I answered all current questions. I also hope that no one else thinks my story is still like And So the Angels Cry, because it really isn't. Did you like my OC Ki'ilina? Oh, by the way it's pronounced key-ee-leena. Please review! :)