This chapter turned out to be almost as I originally planned it – when I looked my storyline through I believed this chapter and the next would be way to short as two chapters, but when I finished what I had planned to write, it was almost as long as my other chapters, so I decided to make the two chapters as they had been before.

I hope you're gonna like the chapter, it may be a bit messy, but I have tried to make it as I wanted it to be, but sometimes my stories doesn't always go as planned…

Please review, tell me what I can do better!

Bulma typed furiously as she wrote a message for her father. She had done so every day for the last five days. By using the timestopper she had written a message and started time a couple of seconds to send it to her father, telling him and the others what had happened at Namek and that she was still alive and well.

She finished the message and looked around. The soldier bringing her food and giving her the chance to escape had just turned his back when she stopped time, and with the few steps he had to take before reaching the door to leave the room she shouldn't feel too concerned by that. She put in the command to send the message and walked behind some monitors, where she had found the best spot to hide. She wouldn't be completely hidden from the technicians, but the monitors were the least used, so she had concluded they would be the best.

A second after she pressed the startbutton one of the technicians turned towards the monitors hiding her. Bulma felt her heart race and forced herself to count the seconds needed to send the message as calmly as she would normally have. The alien's eyes locked with hers for two seconds until she pressed the stopbutton once again.

Bulma's heart was in her throat when she found the message and erased all trace of it. She left the screen at the picture the aliens had seen all the time and walked back to her cell. She didn't dare think of the consequences if the alien didn't just dismiss the sight of her as imagination. When she was in her cell, sitting in her chair, she started time once again. The soldier, who had been standing in her cell while she was at the bridge, walked out of the room and closed the door behind him as if nothing had happened.

Vegeta took a sip of his wine and looked at the stars as he had gotten used to do each time he ate. It sort of helped him clear his mind. He had heard a rumor starting to spread among the crewmembers. According to the rumor his blue-haired prisoner was not a normal human being. She had been spotted outside the cell several times, and one of the aliens even claimed her to try and talk to crewmembers, but they couldn't comprehend her.

After another sip he concluded, that the rumor was exaggerated, but he wanted to know if it held any grain of truth. So now, he was waiting for the blue-haired earthling to be escorted to the room in which he was sitting. He soon heard the door slide open and two pair of feet walked over the floor, one of them confident, the other more quiet and insecure.

"My lord," the soldier stated, "I have brought the woman as requested."

"Leave us alone," Vegeta said and put the glass down beside the empty plates.

The soldier bowed a single time and left the room quickly. He was curious as to why she had been summoned by the prince, but he also knew that he would lose his life if he stayed to find out.

"You have summoned me, Prince Vegeta?" the woman said softly.

He rose from his chair and had his face become its neutral mask before he turned towards her. Her voice and what she had said had truly taken him by surprise. He had expected to have to throw a tantrum before she would start speaking.

"I have indeed, woman," he said and looked at her. "There is a rumor about you being able to escape your cell. You were supposedly seen at the bridge hiding behind some monitors." 'And several other places,' Vegeta thought but didn't say it out loud. That statement was the first about her being spotted and he believed that if some truth had to be found in a rumor it would be the very first small part of it.

He could smell her fear and enjoyed every second of it. Normally he wouldn't care about a mere earthling being afraid of him or not, but this human woman had angered him enough for him to want to break her. The woman's eyes were open wide and her breathing was shallow. Her trembling hand slowly laid itself upon her neck and hid the bruises after his hand. Even nine days after he had held her neck intending to end her miserable life the marks of it were still clear.

"Don't you have anything to say, woman?" he asked almost disappointed. Even though the thought of the earthling's ability to press buttons, he didn't even knew he had, made him furious he had anticipated some sort of snappy comeback. No one except Freeza, King Cold and his own father had ever dared talk to him like a person and not a powerful prince, and the woman's former bravery to talk like that before him had made the blood pump through his veins. "No?" he said and crossed his arms in front of his chest when she didn't say anything and just looked at the floor.

"If you start talking, I will try not to hurt you," he growled after a couple of minutes in total silence.

"I don't know what to say, Prince Vegeta," she said so silently that he only heard her because of his great saiyan hearing.

He snorted. "And to think some of the technicians called you a genius, what a bright head without anything to say." His comment had the wished effect. The woman's head shot up and her eyes were lightning.

"Excuse me for not being able to respond to a rumor I have not been told about before now, your highness," she snapped while clearly being sarcastic in her use of "your highness".

"Well, well," Vegeta said and smirked, "and here I thought your spirit had went down the drain. You humans can be quite entertaining."

Bulma raised a brow. Luckily she had not showed how the rumor had affected her. She had tried to hide her fear of being found out by acting as if she was afraid of him hurting her. Truth to be told, she was a bit afraid of him, but she desperately tried to convince herself, that he wouldn't harm her more than he already had. "I do aim to please, your highness," she said and let go of her neck.

"You better do," Vegeta said and unfolded his arms. "And you better be good at it, woman, cause I plan on keeping an eye on you to prove, that this rumor is as false as I believe it to be."

Bulma looked at him with eyes full of question. Keep an eye on her? Like having surveillance cameras all over the place? "I don't follow you, your highness," she said hesitantly.

Vegeta laid his head back and laughed. "Once again I am amused by the mere fact, that some would call you genius. I'll have you by my side at all time. If you do have the ability to make a copy of yourself I will know."

Hopefully I will have the time to make a chapter more before the musical festival, and then you will have to wait until the 22nd of July.