“Oh no!”

The warning signal on Bulma’s watch had been activated; this could only mean one thing. She glanced around at her surroundings searching for any sign of her pursuers. She had been running for three months now and had no wish to be captured.

Visions of the day that she was forced to leave home in hopes of saving her own life flashed in her head. Blast of ki being sent through the air to make contact with buildings and causing huge explosions. As quickly as possible the head of Capsule Corp. had gathered everything need be to survive and done the only thing she could do, run. Hiding among the trees of the forest by day and traveling using the darkness of the night praying of not being found.

‘There is no way I am going to be taken be any monkey, not now’ she thought with determination. She wasn’t sure of where her pursuers were and was debating on whether she should run now or not. Knowing very well that if she did run she took the chance of running right into her follower, but if she stayed he would definitely capture her. ‘Ok Bulma, pull yourself together. Ready 1…2…3 go!’

Taking off as quickly as she could, dodging in and out of the trees and bushes hoping to confuse her follower, she ran right into a broad strong chest.

“Going somewhere?” said a voice.

Bulma raised her head, gazed into the dark black eyes of her assailant, and screamed. The saiyan frowned at the annoying sounds she made, picked her up and quit easily swung her over his shoulder. Using his free hand to operate his scouter, he said something in his native language and flew off with the earthling female still yelling.

“Put me down you over grown monkey,” she wailed. “ I will never obey you release me.”

“Hold you tongue,” said the Saiyan. “The prince wishes to have a word with you.”

‘The Prince,’ Bulma thought, ‘Now what would their Prince want with me’. After about a half an hour of flying they reached their destination. The saiyan had landed in a small clearing where a ship stood well hidden from enemies who may wish to find it. Bulma had long ago given up fighting against the saiyan and willingly let him carry her into the ship. She took in the sights as the saiyan carried her up a narrow marble corridor, down a flight of steps and into a small room that appeared to be used as a dungeon. There were smaller rooms lined along the stonewalls with doors that appeared to be electrically controlled. The saiyan walked towards one of the rooms and the door instantly slid open. Without a word he carelessly through Bulma into the dank dark cell and stormed back off to his post.

“What am I supposed to do in here?” Bulma yelled at him.

No response. ‘Oh this is ridiculous,’ she thought. She looked around at the room given her. There wasn’t much in it at all. A twin bed stood at the far end of the dark room that was barely lit by a small glowing orb of light that floated above a small desk.

The door to her cell slid open, Bulma turned to look at her visitor. He walked in with his head held high in a proud stance. He wore clothing different from the other saiyans. His armor shined as if it were made of pure gold over his navy blue spandex fighting attire. Bulma could only assume that this was the prince. He stood taller than Bulma by about three inches or so (five if you included the spiked hair on his head) and his eyes seemed dark, cold, and familiar. Behind him stood the saiyan who had brought her to this horrid place.

“You will bow before your…” he began to say, but became silent when the prince raised his hand.

“Leave us,” he said.