"HAI-YA!"

    Tyler delivered a roundhouse kick to the girl's side. She groaned a bit and, with gritted teeth,returned with a front kick, connecting with his chin, sending him upwards. Tyler back flipped in the air for control of his flight and began to shoot a barrage of ki blasts. He stopped, realizing she still had his jacket. Suddenly, the girl smirked at him. Tyler cocked an eyebrow as he knew she was up to something. She smiled as she slid her right arm into to right sleeve of the jacket and did the same with the left.

She then began to make silly poses in HIS jacket that HIS mother gave to HIM. Tyler's eyes were filled with fury as a green light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, all the girl knew was that Tyler was right in front of her, then she felt a massive force jam into her gut, which was Tyler's knee. Her groan of pain seemed to echo through the sky as she plummeted to the ground, doubled over in pain. Her world seem to go in slow motion afte r that moment.

Meanwhile, Tyler shook off his trance of rage a realized what he did, "Oh, no..."

He warped beneath her and scooped her up in his arms before she crashed landed into the ground. The bystanders only stared, most of them wondering why he would help his opponent. The girl coughed a bit, but as they landed, she hopped back to her feet.

Tyler asked in an apologetic tone, "Are...are you okay?"

The girl smirked, "You think that move hurt ME?"

But the way she coughed and held her stomach betrayed her words. Tyler narrowed his eyes in spite of what she just said.

Tyler shook his head and smiled lightly, "That right, saiyajin pride."

She glared at him, "Yeah? So?"

Tyler shook his head, "Nothing. Can I get my jacket back now?"

The girl smirked, "Okay. But first you have to tell me one thing."

"What?"

"Don't I look good in it?"

Tyler was getting irritated, "I don't know, now give it!"

She shook her head, "Invalid answer."

Tyler was getting pissed, "Damn it! Gimme my jacket!"

She shook her head, "No. Not until you tell me."

Tyler then said, "Fine. No. Now give it."

The girl threw him the jacket and stuck her tongue out at him. As she flew way she stuck her middle finger up at him and shouted, "Jerk!"

Tyler sighed, "I'll never understand girls..."

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Bulma sat in the corner of the dungeon room, thinking. She thought about her talk with Kakarrotto. For some reason, she felt really close to him. He was so helpful and kind in his own way. She felt bonded to him. Then she wondered if in a past life did she have a friendship with him because it felt like she's know him her whole life. She sighed deeply and relaxed herself. She forever thought about home. Family, friends, and Yamcha. She missed him more than anything. But there was nothing she could do about that in her current position. Suddenly, the door opened. There stood a boy with lavender hair, wearing royal saiyajin armor and a cruel looking smirk.

"Greetings, 'Mother'." said Trunks with a cruel smirk.

Bulma's eyes lit up with joy, "Trunks! You came to see me!" Her eyes filled with joyful tears as she ran to Trunks, giving him a great, big hug. Suddenly, Bulma felt his palm strike her gut, causing her to land roughly on the ground on her back.

Trunks sneered, "Don't ever put your filthy hands on me, you weakling earth scum."

Those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was like a sword shoved and twisted in her heart. Her own flesh and blood. Her son. He was just like his father. The cruel, abusive attitude. His cruel and cocky smirk. Trunks smirked at his mother with menace.

Trunks began to smirk again, "I'm hear to deliver a message from father. You WILL give him another child or suffer punishment of the permanently extreme."

Bulma didn't bother to get up. Her heart felt like it was going to die. The depression, despair, and the feeling of complete betrayal came back. Bulma wanted to cry her heart out, but she held back in Trunks' presence. He was too much like his father. He would capitalize on her pain. He was a bully just like the king who had raised him.

Trunks frowned, "You were only a tool of my birth, woman. Don't mistake that for anything more." Trunks then walked out of the room, shutting the iron door behind him. Then, that was when Bulma let out her pain. She just lied on the floor with a blank expression as tears leaked from her eyes like waterfalls.

She felt sick to her stomach. She was losing hope rapidly and began to wish she would just die. Death HAD to be better than this. Bulma's blue eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling as she lied on her back. As she cured her own existence, she remembered Kakarrotto's words.

"Just because you're not a saiyajin doesn't mean you can't be one of the strongest."

Although she didn't understand that completely, it made her feel better for the time being. It would take a while, but she would try her best to cope. But the fact still remained she was trapped in this dark, filthy place. Her dreams were stolen from her. Her virginity was stolen from her and she was forced into pregnancy by a cruel and hateful stranger in this dark, filthy place. It was horrible. He just had his way with her and left like she was nothing to him. In all logic, that's exactly what he thought of her as. An object. She hated him. She hated him with all her heart and soul. But there was nothing she could do about it. Not at the current time, at least.

She sighed and thought to herself as a tear dropped from her face, onto the floor, "What can I do?"

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Krillin and Yamcha were on their way to Planet Vegeta thanks to the automatic navigation system in the ship.

Krillin looked out the window and says, "Never thought I'd actually be traveling through space. It's not so bad, though." Yamcha didn't answer, as he was facing straight ahead as if in another trance.

"Yamcha? Wake up, man!" Krillin shouted.

Yamcha shook of his trance, "Oh! Sorry. I was just...thinking." Yamcha looked down with a hint of depression on his face. Krillin sighed as he looked ahead, out the windshield of the ship.

Krillin looked back at Yamcha, "Wanna talk about it?" Yamcha shook his head.

Krillin grinned, "Come on, you'll feel better."

Yamcha spat in a harsh tone, "I don't feel like talking, okay?!"

Krillin leaned back in his chair, "Alright, no need to shout. I'm right beside you. Geez, you're sensitive...."

Yamcha went back to his depressed look as Krillin rolled his eyes, lazily leaning back. Suddenly a red button by a monitor in front of them began blinking. Yamcha and Krillin both turned and looked at it, then looked at each other. Krillin shrugged and pushed the button.

The monitor came on, showing a picture of a big, muscle bound bald man with a goatee. Krillin and Yamcha both cocked their eyebrows. The huge bald man looked at them both.

"Where are Moshrum and Curn? And who the hell are you?!" demanded Nappa

Krillin looked around, "Uh, we're new! Yeah, we're new and those other guys are in the back resting and let us take over while they sleep."

Nappa nodded, "Did they complete their mission?"

Krillin thought to himself, "He must mean the kidnapping. At least I HOPE that's what he's talking about." Krillin then spoke aloud, "Nope, they failed. These two Earth guys kicked their butts! We tried to help, but they kept telling us to stay outta the way!"

Nappa replied, "I see. Return at once."

The monitor went blank again.

Krillin sighed in relief as Yamcha looked at him with surprise, "Nice goin'! He didn't suspect a thing."

Krillin smirked, "Of course not! It's ME we're talkin' about!"

Yamcha shook his head, "Let's just get there..."

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Vegeta exclaimed, "What did you just say?!?!"

Nappa nods, "That's right, sire. Two male earthlings have stolen our mate transport craft and are headed here as of this moment."

Vegeta growled, "Where are the two warriors that were sent on the mate capture mission?!"

Nappa replied, "It's safe to assume that they're either dead or stranded on the planet Earth."

Vegeta punched the wall beside him, causing a firm vibration to run through the entire royal castle, "Send fleet ships after them and make sure they die before even seeing this planet!"

Nappa bowed, "Yes, your highness."

Nappa walked off to relay the command to the other royal soldiers as Vegeta stood on his balcony, watching the sunset with a sneer, "Insolent humans. Their purpose is to serve, nothing more. All who oppose my power shall suffer the wrath of a true super saiyajin warrior."

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Bulma sat down on an old, wooden chair, which was about the only decent piece of furniture in that room.As she sat, she thought everything over.

"Maybe it would be a good idea to at least pretend I'm loyal...."

Suddenly the door opened again. Another saiyajin stood there. Bulma new him well, but often wished she didn't. He was huge compared to her and he was also a pervert. Not to mention extremely ugly, resembling some kind of troll. He would always make an excuse or senseless condition that would always lead to him feeling her up.  Basically, the guy was a big slob. He smelled like perspiration and hot garbage and also he had repulsive looking stains all over his armor. If he smelled any worse, he would be accompanied by swarming flies everywhere he went.

He came in with a sly grin, "Hehe, nice to see you again."

Bulma turned her head away in disgust and said nothing.

The slob of a saiyajin approached Bulma and held her chin up with his big and sweaty hand as she kept her head turned away, avoiding that repulsive smile of his, "You look so cute, too. You're making me want you real bad..."

Bulma kept looking the other way. She waited for him to try to make an excuse to feel on her body and get it over with. She just wanted him to go away.

As Bulma thought more about her situation, she began to get fed up, "Leave me alone!"

The saiyajin smirked, "Don't be like that. I'll give you something to make you feel better."

Bulma continued to pay no attention to him.  She glanced at him quickly and became pale at what she thought she saw. She must've been seeing things. She hoped that her imagination was playing tricks. She turned around slowly to see that it was no optical illusion. There he stood, with no pants and his member sticking out in front of her face.

Bulma shrieked, "GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"

She jumped up and ran, but there was really nowhere to run to. The saiyajin chased her with a clearly visible hard on and a lust for Bulma bigger than Vegeta's ego. He chased her into a corner and she was officially trapped. Bulma has a fearful look on her face.

Bulma said meakly, "B-back off. I-I'm warning y-you..."

He only smirked, "I will after you satisfy me. Get on your knees and make me feel good, hehe."

Bulma began to weep. Tears fell from her eyes as she got down on her knees.

"Oh yeah, baby!" The saiyajin grinned with satisfaction. Bulma then had a memory flash.

*Flashback*

Yamcha and Bulma stood in an open field covered with grass.

"Yamcha, could you teach me some fighting moves?"

Yamcha raised an eyebrow, "But why? You know I'll always be there for you."

Bulma smiles, "I know, but I don't want to be defenseless ALL the time!"

Yamcha smiled, "Okay, okay! We'll start with the easy stuff. Try this." Yamcha got into a fighting stance and jumped up into the air, doing a mid-air spinning roundhouse kick, kicking at the air 4 times before landing back into a stance. Bulma put her hands on her hips and frowned, "That's not the easy stuff!"

Yamcha smiled, "C'mon, you can at least try, Bulma-chan."

Bulma sighed, "Well, here goes nothing!" She jumped into the air and only got off one kick before falling backwards onto the ground, landing on her butt with a loud thud.

"Ow!" Bulma cried.

Yamcha ran to her, "Are you okay?!"

Bulma snapped, "Do I LOOK okay?!"

Yamcha helped her up and said, "Well, that's not bad for the first try...."

Bulma looked at him seriously, "Did you fall on your first try?"

Yamcha smiled a bit, "Not really. But I was always told never to give up no matter what. If you want something bad enough, you'll have to work hard to get it."

*End Flashback*

The saiyajin shouted, "Hurry up! Put it in yer mouth already, you slut!"

The words from Yamcha echoed in her brain. Bulma let out a sharp cry as the sound of a blow landing followed.

Suddenly, Bulma's would-be molester's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his face turned blue. Bulma frowned angrily with her fist raised and jammed into his family jewels with a vengeance. The pain of the blow was so extreme that he instantly collapsed onto the floor with a dull thud, unconscious. Bulma then ran to his pants and grabbed the key. She grinned from ear to ear with her fist in the air, "Woo-hoo!"

Bulma then proceeded to let herself out and locked that dirty, stinking pervert in the cell, then began to run down the hall, praying no one would see her.

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Tyler sighed as he continued to fly home, "This is just not my day..." Suddenly, a figure warped in front to him. "NOW what?!" Due to Tyler's lack of good luck, there was Trunks.

Trunks smirked, "I believe you owe me a rematch."

Tyler scoffed, "Rematch? It was just training. I wasn't fighting for real."

Trunks gritted his teeth, "You dare mock the prince of all saiyajins?! You will fight me right now!"

Tyler shook his head, "I'm not fighting anyone. I'm tired and I'm going home."

Trunks sneered, "Then fight THESE!" Trunks threw out 2 small, purple pebbles that transformed into saibamen.

A sweat drop materialized on the back of Tyler's head, "This is a joke, right?"

Trunks growled, "Saibamen. KILL HIM."

Tyler sighed, "Look, I don't have time to play with your little pets!"

As soon as one of the small, purple beasts flew at Tyler, it was spin kicked into the horizon. It came flying right back, as the second one began to charge at Tyler, also. He warped away as they came close, causing them to smash into each other's skull.

Tyler floated above them with his arms folded, "Looking for me?"

Trunks watched and grew angrier as he gritted his teeth and growled. The saibamen hauled of and came at Tyler, throwing combinations that seemed like endless amounts of fist and feet coming at him.

Tyler dodged and block with ease and warped above them again, "You two really need to learn how to fight. You guys suck!"

The saibamen became enraged as they both powered up and shot a huge blast at Tyler. He folded his arms at the blasts came towards him and exploded with a bright flash of light.

Trunk smirked, "That will teach the fool." The saibamen grinned evilly, giving each other a high five.

Tyler smirked as he was floating behind them, "Neat trick. Do you do parties?"

Both the saibamen and Trunks, dropped their jaws at this. Tyler placed each hand on a saibaman's chest and reduced them to ashes with a ki blast and a smile.

Tyler turned back to Trunks, "Thanks, that was kinda fun. Easy, but fun."

Trunks then thought of a trump card that he could always hold over Tyler's head and smiled, "I'm glad you found that to be entertaining. But I can't help but to wonder how much fun you would have, fighting a super saiyajin."

Tyler's smiled dropped. He couldn't say anything, because he had a feeling Trunks would use anything else he said as an excuse to turn super and start up a fight that Tyler couldn't win.

Trunks smirked, "Like I said. I will have my rematch. But not today." Trunks turned around to leave, but not before he said, "And never forget who your superiors are, BOY."

Tyler gritted his teeth as Trunks flew off, "That son of a...."

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Krillin sighed as he relaxed in the cushioned seat, "This is the life. No worries, just floatin' through the quiet tranquility of space."

Yamcha kept on looking ahead, "I guess so. I'm just worried about getting to that planet."

Krillin began to get irritated. Nothing was working on his guy! Krillin considered the possibility that Yamcha could be a zombie. But then again, zombies tend to rot and eat brains. Krillin's mind began to wonder away from pondering ideas to cheer up Yamcha as they seemed completely futile.

Yamcha sighed once more, just as a rumbling was heard and the ship shook

Krillin looked around frantically, "What the hell was that?!"

Yamcha also looked around and saw ships rapidly approaching, firing laser rounds.

Krillin slammed his fist onto the dashboard and exclaimed, "Activate the weapons!"

Yamcha shouted back, "And how exactly do I do that, Krillin?! Do I look like Gene Starwind to you?!"

Krillin put his finger up against his temple in a thinking manner, "Well, from a certain angle and if the lighting's juuust right...."

Yamcha groaned as he slaped his forehead and grabbed the controls, "We're getting outta here!"

Yamcha pulled back a lever which was marked "Hyper Drive" and grabbed the control stick as the sudden burst of speed knocked Krillin and Yamcha back into their seats. The other saiyajin ships followed in hot pursuit, having the same Hyper Drive command in each other ship. Krillin's eye widened as he realized what they were flying straight into......

"A METEOR SHOWER!!!"

Yamcha gritted his teeth as he did his best to guide the ship away from the scattered meteors. The ship jerked about and Krillin was being throw back and forth from the edge of his seat, right to the back again.

"Watch it, Yamcha!" cried the former monk.

Suddenly, Krillin was forced back into the edge of his seat and banged his head on some buttons.

"ARGH!"

Suddenly, a laser blast shot from the ship, exploding an oncoming meteor. Krillin rubbed his head as he saw the blast.

Krillin face lit up, "Hey....wait a second."

He saw the panel of buttons his head slammed on. There were 5 yellow buttons in a row.  Krillin grinned as he tried them out. They each shot a laser blast from a different part of the ship. Above the buttons was a wire frame map of the ship, showing the location of each cannon. Next to that, there were 5 joystick looking levers that appeared to be the controls for each laser cannon's position.

Krillin threw on an evil looking smirk, "Hehe, it's game time...." 

Yamcha's mind was at ease now the Krillin was clearing the path of the meteors. Yamcha checked out a monitor that showed the rear view of the ship.

Yamcha yelled, "They're gaining on us!"

Krillin grinned with menace, "Not for long, hehe...."

Krillin adjusted 3 of the laser cannons to face backwards, "Hmm, I don't know how to lock on targets...I'll just shoot behind us at random! Ha ha ha!"

Krillin began to punch the buttons frantically as the ships behind them dodge the blasts but most are crashing into the debris made from the random shots. Loud explosions were heard behind them, signaling that Krillin's trigger happiness was paying off.

Successfully making it out of the meteor shower, Krillin cracked his knuckles, "Ya know, that was kinda fun."

Yamcha wss still holding the controls, sweating profusely, "For WHO?"

Krillin looked over at a radar map on his side of the cockpit, "Man, this thing's fast! We're already leaving our solar system!"

Yamcha sighed, "Good. Does that thing show how long it will take to get there?"

Krillin shrugged, "I dunno. Lemme check."

He examined the radar grind closely for readable text, "Here it is. It says that it'll take 25 more hours to reach the planet. 25 hours?! Geez...I guess we have a long trip ahead of us...."

Yamcha shrugged, "Guess so. But that doesn't matter. We've gotta do this."

Krillin nodded in agreement, "Right. Let's get this show on the road!"

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Kakarrotto sighed as he lied on his bed. He rested his head down and stared at the ceiling, "King Vegeta....his super saiyajin ability is used only for intimidation. What a waste of such power."

Suddenly, Kakarrotto smelled something delicious. The aroma other this food lured him into the kitchen. As he stepped in, he saw his wife cooking and cocked an eyebrow "What's that?"

Reiko smiled, "Another earth delicacy. Hamburgers."

Kakarrotto repeated, "Ham....bugers?" Tomito sat at the other side of the kitchen, at the table with his cheeks puffed up.

He chewed his food and swallowed quickly, "It's good, papa!"

Kakarrotto took one and took a bit. He began to chew it up "Hmm, this IS a tasty burger!"

Reiko smiled, "Thank you, dear. I hope Tyler comes home soon to have some. He should've been home by now."

Just then, the door swung open. There stood Tyler. His clothes were slightly singed and he had exhaustion written all over his face. Tomito happily chanted "Brother's back! Brother's back!"

Reiko ran up to her son, giving him a big, motherly hug, "I'm so glad you're safe, you had me worried!"

Tyler said in a quietly weak voice, "Mom....can't breathe...need air....."

Reiko let her son go, "I'm so happy that you're finally home!"

Tyler gasped for air and coughed a bit, "I'm glad I'm home, too. It's been a long day."

Kakarrotto looked at Tyler commanded, "Hey, come here and eat, boy."

Tyler walked into the kitchen with his mother and sat at the table, "What are these things?"

Tomito grinned, "Hamburgers! They're gooooood."

Tyler shrugged as he grabbed one and took a bite, "That's good. I'll just have a few more."

Tyler piled about 12 hamburgers on his plate and begins to walk off to his room as usual.

Kakarrotto sighed, "What's with that boy? He acts like he ain't good enough to eat with us!"

Reiko smiled at him and said, "He's a teenager. Teenagers tend to want lots of privacy."

Kakarrotto scowls, "Probably. But he has a lot to learn."

Tomito watched as his parents talk back and forth.

Tyler stood in the mirror again. Another staring contest with his refection.

"You really screwed up this time," said Tyler to his mirror image.

He sighed and shook his head, "What am I gonna do now? Trunks could come at me at anytime. He could even come after my family. But I can't give in to him."

Tyler was now faced with a massive dilemma. Does he follow his instinct and actually go against Trunks? Or does he hold back his instincts in order to insure his family's safety? He knew his father was strong, but Tyler doubted he could take on the entire royal fleet. He also feared for his mother nd younger brother. His mother was only human and could be easily killed by those bastards. And his little brother wasn't experienced enough to defend himself against a saiyajin elite soldier.

Tyler slammed his fists onto the ground and sneered, "Damn you, Trunks!"

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Hours had went by. It was now dark and the entire kingdom was mostly empty. Everyone was in their houses resting. Most of them, anyway. Bulma wondered about, trying to find a place to stay for the night, but she was too afraid to knock on doors and ask, do to the fear of being recognized as the king's mate. That would be bad. Very bad. Bulma walked towards some woods and decided that was the best place to stay because of the deep cover she could get. The words of Yamcha and Kakarrotto were constantly in her mind, guiding her along the way.

Bulma sighed as she sat down with her back to a tree, "It's not exactly The Ritz, but it'll have to do."

She relaxed her body as she began to quickly fall asleep....

"Wake up." said an eerily familar voice.

Bulma's eyes opened, "Morning already? Oh my GOD!"

There stood Trunks with that evil smirk of his, "Thought you could escape us, eh? I'll teach you to run from us! Father?"

Vegeta then stepped forward from behind another tree, "Looks like we have failure to cooperate. I believe that an execution is in order."

Bulma gasped as tears fell from her eyes, "No, please! All I wanted was to be free! That's all!"

Vegeta raised his glowing palm in to the blue haired woman's face, "Then be free. In the next life!"

Suddenly, all Bulma could see was a bright light as she screamed in terror, "NO!"

Bulma's eyes opened again. It was still dark outside and she was still in one piece, "It was only a dream...."

She curled up against the tree as the cold wind of the night blew by her and the trees, "So cold...."

She shivered as all she had on was a thin, silk night gown which was covered with soot, along with the rest of her body. She could only hope that this night would end quickly after falling asleep. She closed her eyes once more for another try at dosing off. Once she did, she was in a deep, dreamless sleep.