How was it possible to feel even more crazy with each hour? Bulma clenched her eyes shut as she suffered through the pain of another stomach growl, even as she traced her fingertips over her protruding belly. The last time she had eaten had been so many sleeps ago, when Captain Ginyu had ushered her into the kitchen for a full meal. Somehow, and perhaps it was a result of hope, Bulma had believed that she would be getting regular meals again after that incident. Frieza had acted as if he took the issue with the slave girls in high regard, even going far enough to say that he was going to make sure Zarbon had a chat with them.

It was obvious by now, though, that the situation hadn't been resolved. In fact, things had only gotten worse since then. Not only did she continue to be neglected of food, but she was getting more visits than ever. The only change was that these new encounters weren't in the middle of the night, and she wasn't getting assaulted by some disgusting man. Instead, it was the girls wearing the slave bracelets that made their presence known. They all did different things to her, as each one had a different personality, but no matter what it seemed that the only purpose for their visits was to chastise her.

"Funny how we're considered the slaves, and yet we have the freedom to walk down practically every corridor of this base." One girl taunted, standing in the hall. Only the barred cell door separated them, as she calmly ran her fingers along the metal rods. "What does that make you? To be on an even lower ranking than a servant?"

There hadn't been enough energy for Bulma to bother responding. Even if she had, the Bluehead knew it would just make matters worse. She simply didn't have the upperhand in this situation. She never would. So, she just rolled to her side, turning her back to the woman who was pestering her. Bulma closed her eyes, imagining the garden that her mother used to tend back on Earth. But the fantasy was quickly tainted by the hard grip of reality. The last time she'd seen that garden, it'd been a muddy pile of soot. There hadn't been a single living plant left.

Were her parents even alive, anymore? Had those horrid androids discovered their bunker?

Was everything Bulma had known and loved dead or gone?

She couldn't even think about Vegeta anymore – the Bluehead hadn't been able to after learning of his past habits with women. Couldn't she have one thing to look to for comfort? Anything that came to her mind only left her wanting to sob, and it was far too tiresome to waste her energy on something like tears.

"Not a word, then? Curses, you're boring!" The slave huffed, too exasperated to continue, before storming off. The Bluehead was glad to hear her leave. After all, it wasn't unheard of that one of them might get bolt into her cell and forcefully shake her, demanding a response of some kind. Once, when one of the girls had done this, Bulma had demanded to know why they behaved in this way.

"Because I can," The slave had replied, as if it were common sense. "Because I've been bored for so long, and because you're so complacent."

Unlike all the times where she had been assaulted by the hungry men that jumped her in her sleep, Frieza had only intervened twice during these altercations with the slaves. And, both times, he'd hardly given the Bluehead a glance before calling the girl out of the cell. "You don't want to fight back?" He'd said, the last time he'd come by. "What a disappointment…"

It was clear that, despite any false promise he had made on protecting her, he had decided to drop the façade completely.

And, somehow, this only made the Bluehead feel worse. She thought she'd pegged Frieza enough to be able to predict his patterns of cruelty. She'd thought that he'd want to keep her hanging on by a thread, enough that he'd provide her with basic necessities – such as food. But it was clear that plans had changed, and she could only imagine where her situation was quickly leading to…

Now, as Bulma lay in a fetal position and stroked her stomach, she wished she could just fall asleep. To escape this reality and relive happier times in her dreams. But she hadn't slept in what felt like forever, her hunger pains stirring her any time she started to doze off… In that moment, Bulma thought, she wouldn't mind if she never had to wake up again. To fall asleep, to not have to worry about any of the terrors that she would surely wake to. To know that she would be able to finally get a much needed rest, to escape her hunger… To finally be at peace.

…The Bluehead was starting to feel that an endless rest might be rather nice… If only she could just get to sleep.

.

Gohan rubbed the residual slumber from his eyes, taking a seat in the chair next to his mentor's. Just a few minutes earlier the Saiyan had shaken him awake, ordering him to prepare for landing on the dock of Frieza's base. "So, what's the plan, Mr. Vegeta?"

"What's the plan?" Vegeta echoed. "We land, of course."

"And then?"

"We'll be mobbed and beaten, insulted and humiliated by Frieza, and then dragged to an imprisonment chamber."

"What?!" The boy jumped. "That's the plan?!"

"Yes, boy, there's no way to conceal our arrival. They already know we're coming." Vegeta seemed far too calm as he leaned back in his seat. "I will claim that you are a peace offering to Frieza, and I will vouch for your potential. You will strike anyone who attempts to harm you, as that will catch Frieza's attention, but you must hold back. We cannot show the true extents of our strength. Not yet. In the end we must allow ourselves to be defeated."

"But – " Gohan started. Of all the things he thought his mentor would suggest, this had to have been the last! He hated fighting, but now he was going to have to force himself to be a punching bag?!

"It will be the last zenkai boost we'll be able to get before the true battle will start. Understand? We have our senzu beans. We'll use them in secret. Nobody will expect our quick recovery. Then, when it is to our advantage, we will use the element of surprise against them."

"I see…" Gohan nodded. "Well… if you think that's the only way, then I guess that's what we gotta do..."

"Of course. We'll likely be placed in separate chambers, but fret not. I will fetch you when the time is right. Just make sure you don't use the senzu bean while anyone is looking. And if anyone checks on you, you must act as if you're still on the brink of death."

"Got it."

"Good, because we are arriving now."

"Ah!" Gohan screamed when the ship, as if on cue, began to shake violently. He grasped his armrests to prevent being thrown up, clenching his teeth as the pressure within the cabin shifted. His body was pressing so deeply into the chair, and it felt as if he would go through it, even! But, soon enough, the rattling came to a halt, and Mr. Vegeta was announcing that it was time.

"Remember, boy. Show minimal strength – just enough to exhibit that you are above average. Do not go super. Do not lose yourself to rage. Even if we come into contact with Bulma. You must be remain neutral, and follow my lead. If you want her to live, you will heed my instructions."

"Got it."

And then, following his mentor, the two stepped out into the waiting dock.

"There he is!"

In an instant, Vegeta's body was thrown in several different directions as he received the brunt of five different ki blasts. His head was spinning, the color beneath his eyelids going white, and he fought back a grin as blood rose to his teeth after a considerable blow to his throat. This was all going to plan. He was getting injured – and fast.

"Who's the brat?!" A voice shouted, who Vegeta recognized as Golaf. "Shit, he packed a punch! For a second I thought he would be trouble!"

The Saiyan prince's head spun again, as he took a blow to the face. For added effect, he allowed his body to clumsily fall from the recoil. "Ah!" He groaned. "Stop it, Golaf! I am here to see," He coughed for effect, "Frieza!"

"Yes, Lord Frieza has been anticipating your arrival." Golaf replied, before slamming his boot down on Vegeta's hand. "We were also anticipating you to put up more of a fight. Could it be that it was pure luck when you defeated Nappa?"

"I didn't come to kill, you imbecile!" Vegeta pushed himself back up to his feet, thinking that the henchman truly was an idiot to fall so easily for such a ploy. "I came because I have business with Frieza. Knock it off and take me to him, at once!"

Gohan yelped when his detainer yanked him by a lock of his wispy black hair. Vegeta wasn't sure if the boy's cry was embellished or not, but he appreciated its effect. "Do not harm the child, unless you fear your Lord's wrath. The boy is an offering, damnit! Don't spoil his gift!"

"Shut up." Golaf spat. "Let's go."

It only took a few minutes before the group were stumbling into Frieza's den. Vegeta immediately found his position on a bended knee, while Gohan landed on his stomach beside him.

"Monkey!" Frieza squealed, though he hardly sounded pleased. "You've come back to me!"

"Frieza." Vegeta replied, not bothering to address him as a Lord. "I have returned with a peace offering to make amends for how long I've been away."

"An offering, you say?" The lizard glided to the both of them, his face stopping just centimeters away from Gohan's. "Does that explain this one? Oh, his skin is so young!"

"He will require training, but I admit he holds potential." Vegeta ignored to nervous whimpers of the boy beside him. Gohan, who was obviously terrified, was doing a horrible job at masking his emotions. That didn't matter – his blatant fear only made the situation more convincing. "I encountered him during my time away, and I know he will be of use."

"Hm…" Frieza pondered. "He does not appear to carry any substantial power."

"I said he will require training." Vegeta replied, fighting the urge to make a comment about the tyrant's slow intelligence.

"And how can I be so sure?"

"Ask him." Vegeta turned to the group of men that had ambushed them, pointing a calloused finger at the specific henchman that had received one of Gohan's punches. The guard had a dark welt under his left eye, which was surely going to swell over by the end of the meeting.

"He did that?" Frieza purred. Gohan yelped as the reptile placed his hand on the boy's cheek, cupping it tenderly before stepping away. "Perhaps he will be a useful replacement for one of my many men that you have slaughtered, Monkey."

"They would still be breathing, had they not tried to intervene with my business." Vegeta replied, not bothering to offer and excuse or explanation for the incident on Namek.

Frieza seemed to have been expecting this, because he didn't bother to press the Saiyan prince for information. He merely nodded, stepping even further back into the room, his clawed hands bent behind his back. "Very well. I'll consider forgiving you, but I won't promise anything. This latest stunt you pulled put such a thorn in my tail, Monkey…"

"Pity." The sarcasm was dripping in Vegeta's voice. "Just give me my punishment, already, and let's be done with it."

"Ah, ah… Patience, young prince. Patience…" Frieza tsked.

Just then, the doors swung open, and in came two new figures. Vegeta turned to see who it was, and his breath caught in his throat. The moment he laid his eyes on her… The woman who Zarbon was dragging by the forearm, he could feel the rage building.

"I love moments like this! The timing of that entrance was just too perfect!" Frieza sang. "Oh, Monkey, would you look who it is? We've been waiting for this wonderous moment. You must know that we've been keeping good care of her for you."

To the contraty, Bulma looked like she'd lost a considerable amount of weight, despite the bulging lump on the front of her torso. Her belly had grown since the last time Vegeta had seen her, while the rest of her body had shrunk instead. Bulma's pale, gaunt arm returned to her side as Zarbon dropped it, and she was panting with exertion from the walk alone. Her dirtied hair hiding her face as she looked down at the floor.

"Ngh!" Gohan started, but he quickly muffled his own reaction. Vegeta had warned him to stay neutral. Vegeta had told him to follow his lead…

"Well?" Frieza called. "Don't let me stop you. Go say hello. Aren't you happy to be reunited with this girl?"

The room fell silent as they all waited to hear what Vegeta had to say. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him to go for her, to give her a senzu bean, to whisk her into his arms, to free her from this wretched place. But Zarbon stood just above her, and Vegeta knew he had to be extremely careful with how he regarded Bulma. This was all a part of a game.

He couldn't let that lizard win.

"WELL!?" Frieza snapped. "Say something, Monkey! I thought you came here to make peace!"

"What do you want me to say?!" Vegeta turned back to his dictator. He was trying to conceal his anger, but his eyes was twitching as he reared his teeth. "What do I care about some random Woman?"

"This is the one you ran off with and killed your own comrade over…" Frieza glared.

"No. I killed Nappa because he was useless, and he wouldn't stop following me around." Vegeta spat. "Is this a joke? I don't know who this woman is! Stop wasting my time!"

"Such lies…" Frieza glared. It was clear in the Monkey's eyes that he knew her. What more, the child knew her, as well. Their body language couldn't hide it, despite how they attempted to pretend. The tyrant had been planning to kill her then and there, but he decided he would wait. He wasn't going to be satisfied until that Monkey was asking him to stop. No, it wouldn't be until Vegeta gave up and begged. After the years of trouble the Saiyan prince had given him, he needed to cry.

Then, when that repulsive ape finally lost every last drop of his dignity and arrogance, Frieza would kill him.

He'd kill them all.

"Ah!" Bulma gasped, trying to push herself up to her feet.

"Zarbon." Frieza spat. "Do not harm the girl, understand?"

"Yes, sire." Zarbon nodded, understanding what his master implied. He did not conceal his displeasure that Frieza, yet again, had changed his plans with the blue one. But it was clear that his boss has decided that she needed to stay alive for even longer, so he held back when he backhanded her across the face.

"Ah!" Bulma cried.

Gohan pulled himself to his feet. "Hey-"

"Be quiet!" Vegeta, who could feel his control slipping, decided to tun all hostility on Gohan. "You have not been permitted to speak, boy!"

"Monkey! Manners! Let the child talk."

"No! He still requires training!" Vegeta spat. "Do you not understand that you can't be lenient if you want a child to learn?!"

"Zarbon." Frieza clicked his tongue. "Again."

Bulma cried when she received another slap, this time falling on her back.

"Mis-" Gohan started, but Vegeta cut him off with a lashing of his own.

"Shut up!" The Saiyan prince snarled, slapping him on the back of the head. "I told you to shut the hell up!"

"Oh, curses!" Frieza spat, not bothering to acknowledge his monkey's latest blow up. "Unconscious, already!"

Vegeta and Gohan both turned to see that Bulma had gone out cold upon landing on the hard ground. She really was on the brink of death, wasn't she?! She'd been knocked out far too easily, even for the standards of an Earthling! The Saiyan prince could feel his stomach tightening, his skin growing uncomfortably hot. Against his own will, his body was reacting. It would only be a matter of time before he unleashed his power, and it was still too soon for that!

"We'll have to continue this reunion another time, once she wakes up." Frieza sighed, shaking his head. "But first…"

Suddenly Gohan howled, because in that instant Frieza released a ki beam at the his back. It seemed the boy was remembering what Vegeta had instructed of him, though, because he merely fell to his knees. He did not retaliate. He only fell.

"And, you…" Frieza growled. Soon enough Vegeta was hit with a ki blast as well, causing even more blood to bubble between the Saiyan prince's teeth…

.

It was dark when Bulma stirred from her sleep, and she was surprised when she realized that she was laying on the bed in her cell. She didn't know how she got here, for the last thing remembered was the few moments she had been in Frieza's presence…

She couldn't be too sure, because she hadn't been able to bring herself to look at anyone in the room, and especially not him… But she had heard his voice… She'd felt his aura… As confused as she was, Bulma was confident he had been there. She wanted to be glad that he was okay and alive, but it the pang in her heart masked any relief that she might have felt. Vegeta had been standing in the same room as her, and she'd heard him deny everything. He'd denied her.

Vegeta claimed he'd never even met her. And he didn't object when she'd been hurt. He hadn't done a thing at all, and now she was waking up alone… Clearly he hadn't done anything to intervene, and he wasn't even trying to check on her now… She really was alone, wasn't she?

Tears welled in her eyes as she slid her hands under her head. Every concern and insecurity about him was dancing before her eyes, and the Bluehead was realizing that it was all true. Vegeta had moved on, and all he cared about was whatever his next plan was. For all she knew, he had used the dragon balls.

He'd gotten his wishes, she just knew it. So what purpose did she serve now? She was just a pawn, and she'd allowed herself to be used…

.

Hours had passed, but finally the beatings had ceased, and Vegeta was thrown into this wretched cell of his. The pain radiating through his stomach was making his eyelids twitch, and he slumped against the wall as he listened to Golaf retreating down the dark hall.

It had all gone to plan, but Vegeta still couldn't shake the image of Bulma's worn figure. Although he had been expecting the worst when it came to her, he was amazed at how unprepared he was to see the Bluehead in such a state, being handled in such a way, and knowing that he had to just let her receive it all.

He'd been forced to just watch as injustice was served, and it was all his fault that she was going through this in the first place…

Vegeta was amazed that he'd been able to keep himself under control. There had been more than one instance where he'd almost lost his temper. But he'd managed to keep his rage reeled in, and he was proud that Gohan had done the same.

"That boy has more will than I give him credit for," Vegeta coughed, reaching into his pocket. In it he found the small bag he'd stowed, containing just three senzu beans he had on reserve. Groaning, he propped one of them between his lips, and he grinned as his teeth crunched through its outer coating. The Saiyan was developing an admiration for the taste of the small green vegetable, and it was exhilarating to anticipate the power his body would soon acquire.

"Ah!" He groaned. The pleasure of his wounds healing over was too much to conceal. He managed to mask his ecstasy as pain, huffing as if he couldn't breathe, and his growls echoed down the cold halls as he reveled in this energy consuming him. It only sparked his elation that he had to conceal his ki, a challenge that somehow made the whole experience even more pleasurable.

The zenkai boost was heavenly, and he grinned as he slid back against the wall… The fools in this compound had never, not once during his entire confinement under Frieza's rule, realized that he'd collected keys to nearly every barricade that this base carried. He'd escape his cell easily, and without having to use any traceable power. He just needed to wait until all of these bastards were unsuspecting, and then the time would be his…

.

It came as a tremendous relief that she wasn't paid a visit by anyone, especially because it had taken her hours to suppress her sobs. There hadn't been one heckling slave, nor a hounding man who wanted to threaten her body with his disgusting form.

She couldn't remember a night where this hadn't happened, not since being taken into captivity. Bulma was being left alone, as if they'd all been ordered not to disturb her. And that was fine with her, because for once she was being allowed to well in her emotions, rather than having to repress them. What a cathartic experience, to be able to admit to herself how low she felt…

A rattling sounded at her door, and she cringed, rolling to face her back to the intruder.

Not now.

Not when she was just starting to feel assured that she wouldn't be hurt…

The door slid open, but it was so careful as it moved. What struck Bulma was that this person was obviously trying not to make much noise as they advanced. Perhaps there really had been an order that she was to go undisturbed, and this perpetrator was disobeying it.

They were risking themselves, just to make her life even more hellish.

When the footsteps were halfway to her, her eyes widened. The person had spoken two simple words to her.

"Don't scream."

She tensed, but she didn't dare move. She merely kept her back turned to him, even as he drew closer. Before long she could feel his figure kneeling over her, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Bulma… Wake up…"

He thought she was asleep.

She shook her head, raising her shoulders to shield her ears…

It unnerved Vegeta that she wasn't even reacting to him. He had assumed that she would have been overjoyed to know he was here for her, but she acted as if she didn't recognize him at all. It angered the Saiyan to see just how damaged here psyche was. He put a hand on her shoulder, and he felt as she flinched against his touch. "Bulma," He whispered. It's me."

"Veggie…" Finally, she was responding. She was acknowledging him, even though she remained facing the wall.

"Listen. You're going back to Namek. Understand?"

She didn't move.

Even with how urgent the situation was, and how fast he knew he needed to be, Vegeta found himself falling to his knees instead of dragging her away. Using two fingers, he brushed her hair away from her neck, trying to will her to look at him.

"Don't…" She breathed. She wanted to face him, but she just couldn't. After everything she had been worried about, after what had happened earlier in Frieza's room, she just couldn't. "Don't look at me. I'm a mess…"

"Ssh."

"Are you really here?" She continued, ignoring his advice. "Why?"

"Why?" He replied. She had a hand laying on her hip, and he put his fingers over it.

"You told him you didn't know me…" She sniffled. "You… You let him hurt me…"

"I had to." Vegeta whispered. "Please, Bulma. They would have killed you."

"And all of the girls… They told me about you…" Her fingers clenched under his. Her words slurred as she spoke, as if she were intoxicated, and she felt so cold against his burly touch.

Instantly, Vegeta knew what she was referring to. He frowned, waiting for her to continue.

"It's true, isn't it? The things you did to them…" She was trembling. "How could you?"

"They meant nothing to me." He hissed. "You need to keep your voice down."

"But you might have meant something to them." She replied. She was trying to stay quiet, but her voice was cracking, and she couldn't help it. "They might have cherished it."

"They didn't." Vegeta rolled her over. She moved without effort, a dead weight that twisted towards him. "To them, it was a game. I will not be toyed with. Now hush, we need to get you out of here."

"How could you just kill them? After something like that?" She shivered, even as he grabbed her arm to throw it around his neck. "That's horrible, Vegeta…"

"I have never been discreet about my past." He lifted her, bridal style, as he stood. "You can't say I have."

"But, this?" Her voice muffled as her face buried into his chest. "How could you? They were just hopeful girls… Like I was… That could have been me… What if you'd done the same thing to me…"

The Saiyan made to rush out of the cell, but he froze. Something about what she'd just said struck him, and he looked down at her in the darkness.

"You want to leave, anyway…" She cracked. "You were already planning to leave, back on Namek… I'm just another woman to you… I'm so stupid…"

Kami – Vegeta could hear sounds at the end of the hall. Someone was coming. They'd been heard. "Quiet."

She weakly clung to him as he began his decent from the cell. Down the hall he walked. Hastily, yet calm, he needed to move as stealthily as possible. Up ahead he saw an orange-haired guard that was making his way towards them. Immediately Vegeta opened a palm, firing a blast that took the sentry out before he had a chance to cause any alarm.

Bulma's frail fingers clung to him when he did it, a delicate reaction that she always exhibited when she knew someone had just been killed. Whether they deserved it or not. It was just like here to have empathy.

Through another hall they whisked, making their way through Frieza's excruciating labyrinth. It would take them a few minutes just to get to the pod deck! Vegeta growled at the thought that they might be intercepted before they made it. But in his arms the Bluehead was motionless, which only made the task easier.

"The baby…" Bulma moaned at one point, just when Vegeta was starting to think she'd fallen asleep. "I never felt it kick. It should have moved by now. It's not okay…"

His breath caught in his throat. His heart began to pound, his biceps trembling at what she said.

"What if it's too late?" She sniffled. "You wanted to leave us… But I thought I'd still be able to have it… I wanted that baby… Why couldn't I at least have that?"

"VEGET-" Someone suddenly barked, jumping out from a passing corridor. Vegeta was quick to silence them with his fist, but not before the shout made it through the floor.

"Shit!" The Saiyan snapped. He made it to the stairs, increasing his pace as he heard more voices erupt within the depths of the base.

Bulma wiped tears from her eyes as he broke into a run up the stairway. She could hardly register the rumble that was shattering around them, the voices and booming yells that seemed to come from all directions. It was clear that they'd been discovered, and she could tell that Vegeta had received the brunt of several blows as he ran. He wasn't bothering to fight back at all, though, unrelenting in his pace. His focus was set on getting them to their destination, and that only.

It all felt like a dream, as she was unable to grasp the danger in what was happening to her. It was all so surreal. Was he really carrying her to an escape? Were they going to get away? At this point, with everything she'd seen as of late, how could she be phased at all? It didn't matter that she felt the burn of something grazing her leg, which resulted in Vegeta letting out a slew of curses. His chet rattled against her cheek as he barked. Something wet dripped down to her foot, which might have been blood, but it was odd that she felt no pain in her limb at all…

It was hard to tell if only seconds had passed, or if it had been minutes, but at one point she realized that she was being curled into the hard seat of a cold vessel.

"We made it," Vegeta's voice growled in front of her face, but she couldn't make out his features when she opened her eyes.

"Get to Namek. Make your wish." He spat. And then something hard was being forced through her lips. "Swallow."

She cringed at the intrusion on her tongue, yet she couldn't register a taste at all, but she obliged.

And then, all at once, her senses cleared.

She shivered, overwhelmed at how fast it was all coming to her, and abruptly her posture strengthened as she stopped leaning to the side of the chair. No longer did she feel like she was only half awake, no longer did she feel like she couldn't effectively register her surroundings.

Bulma opened her eyes, and for the first time since she could remember, she saw Vegeta's chiseled face before her. She took it all in, his features so crisp, and she gasped at his expression.

"Good."

It made her stomach turn to see his smirk. She'd fallen in love with that smirk…

And then, without saying anything else, he kissed her. Forceful, and hard, it was as if his lips wanted to memorize the sensation. She felt him jolt against her, as if he'd been hit from behind, and then he pulled back.

"Get out of here." He growled, that smirk still stretched across his cheeks, and he stepped back. "Don't worry about me. Go get your wish."

"Vegeta," She breathed. It was all hitting her. He wasn't coming with! She made to reach for him, trying to pull him in. But as soon as he moved away, the door slammed shut. The last image she got of him was his back as he turned away, with what looked like a mob of creatures laid out before him. Ready to attack.

"Not again!" She cried. Looking around, the Bluehead realized that this was the same type of vehicle she'd been thrown in by that horrible bald Saiyan, back when she'd been abducted on Namek! She could hear what was going on outside. A brutal fight. And the pod shivered with recoil from type of explosion.

She gasped from the shock, bracing herself in her seat. The action made her deeply inhale the hibernation gas that was wafting through the air. And then, without another thought or word, she felt her eyelids growing heavy, and she slouched back…

Outside Vegeta smirked, dodging a punch from one of the weak guards that was attempting to restrain him. Another moved at him from the side, and Vegeta took pleasure in landing his boot against the furball's snout.

He'd had to wait until the last possible moment before giving her a senzu bean, knowing it would be easier to cast her away if she was inebriated. Knowing her, she would have likely resisted otherwise. She would have insisted on staying with him, like she always had…

The pod tilted, an indication that takeoff was imminent. Vegeta looked ahead to see one of the damned goons racing for the control panel, attempting to disable the pod's impending trip. All it took was one blast from the saiyan's palm, and the guard fell flat against the concrete deck.

"I do have time for all of you! Don't you worry!" The Saiyan prince hackled. After having to suppress his rage for hours, after having to hold back, it felt so good to let it out! "Why not line-up? Then you won't have to worry about missing your turn!"

"No! Stop! She's getting away" One of them barked, but it was too late. As if that mere word would have done anything, anyway.

Vegeta let out a hearty laugh, knowing fully well what had just occurred. He folded his arms over his chest, turning just in time to see as the pod drifted out into the depths of space.

"Bulma…" He smirked, blocking a sad excuse for a kick. There was no way in knowing how this was all going to pan out, but he couldn't keep the smile from his face. Finally, he would get his revenge.

Finally, Bulma was going to be safe...

AN: Phew! All done! This is the last of what I had written, but at least we know that Bulma's is getting away from that awful place! My goal is to post more as soon as I can get it typed up. I'm still a bit busy, but things are slowing down. Not to mention that this story is nearing the finish line. I can't say exactly how many chapters are left, as I've yet to type them, but it won't be too much longer now!

I hope you are all staying as safe as possible. Let's all stay healthy, okay?

These last three chapters have been so stressful for me to type and post. My main goal was to make my point in how horrible Frieza is, but I was tying not to linger and fixate on it. I am hoping that didn't result in it feeling rushed. Time for me to go have a panic attack now. Bye!