A new story for B/V fans. Hope you enjoy it. No I don't own DBZ!

CH1

Two guards stood side by side in front of a small prison. It looked more like a cage that a person could barely stand in. While the two men cursed and laughed a little girl of twelve years old sat as far from them as possible with tears trailing down her cheeks. She was taken from her parents on Earth and treated like an animal while traveling back to something called Frieza. Her royal dress was torn and dirty as was her body. Two crystal blue eyes stared down at her feet while the stars passed by the window.

Hours had passed since the ship had landed, but they left her to her misery. The little girl would rather be alone than with odd creatures that didn't look human. The wounds on her arms and legs were scabbed over and fry blood decorated her body. The Earth Princess was kidnapped and her parents murdered. Why didn't they kill her along with the King and Queen?

Foot steps echoed in the cement room as a large body appeared before the girl. Green hair and blue skin were the only things keeping this creature from looking human. His face was handsome, but his personality spoiled the package.

"Get up, wench," the green haired man demanded as he slid a key into the cage lock.

The door squealed until it came to a halt with the man walking towards her. She hugged her knees and tried to sink into the wall, but the hard surface would not allow it. The man grabbed her arm and jerked the child to her feet. A small yelp escaped her dry lips.

"Why Lord Frieza would want you is a mystery to me," he said while shaking his head.

"Please kill me," the child begged. Life would be meaningless without her loved ones. Even as a small child she was aware of heartache. If she continued to live, her heart would surely wither and die.

"Oh, how I wish I could, you sniveling brat."

The man pushed the princess out of the cage and into the hall. They walked for what seemed like hours before they exited the ship and stepped foot on a desolate planet. Soon they reached a large palace that had guards that looked like bugs. The girl would never be able to survive.

The halls of the palace were plain with only pictures of a purple lizard. Their destination had reached them quickly. A large room with a throne in the middle was where she was thrown. She lifted her head to see a small lizard man who was no taller than herself. He held a glass of dark colored liquid while licking his lips and gazing at her.

The blue man forced her to bow her head to the ugly creature. His hissing words caught her attention instantly.

"Zarbon, be gentle with our new guest. If you ruin her pearly skin, I will personally destroy you. She may be a brat now, but in a few years she will be very delectable."

The young girl sobbed within herself. Hopefully she would be dead before she grew to be a woman.

"I hope that you will forgive me, sire," the blue man known as Zarbon spoke.

"I do. This small child is an Earthling so I know she is weak, but I would like too see her fight. Who would be a good match I wonder?" The lizard pondered.

"Ah, I have the perfect opponent," he smirked and asked for Zarbon to retrieve someone.

The princess stayed bowing until the man returned with his order. At the sound of a young man's voice the girl raised her head.

"Lord Frieza, I hardly think my strength should be wasted on filth," the boy said.

The girl's eyes landed on the boy who insulted her. He looked exactly like a human except for a furry tail that ran down his backside. His dark hair rose to the heavens while his eyes looked to be in hell. The young boy couldn't have been much older than the girl so she was slightly relieved that she was not the only child in the creature's grasp.

"You will do as I say, or be punished for your insolence. Fight the girl, Vegeta," the lizard commanded.

The boy scowled, but did as he was told. His feet started towards her, but the princess continued to bow. She wished that he would do something fatal to her so she could die without more sadness. Her wish was unanswered.

The young boy leaned down in front of the girl and flicked her forehead sending her into the far wall. It was painful, but not fatal. The gods wished her more pain.

"She isn't worth me time. The girl doesn't want to fight, Frieza. She wants to die," the boy confessed.

The young princess stared at the small boy with confusion. Could he read her mind? No, that isn't possible. Or is it? The girl didn't think weird beings existed so why not mind readers?

"I see. Sorry, Princess Bulma, but I won't allow you to die," the ugly creature chuckled. "You will grow up to be a very beautiful woman who will serve me well. Zarbon, take her to the women's quarters."

The blue man shoved the girl to her feet and as they left the room, the young boy refused to even look at her.

Six years had passed since that incident and the young princess was now eighteen years old. Since she was sent to the women's quarters she hadn't been in contact with any man. The women servants lived separately from the men with only women guards. Today was a special day though. Lord Frieza will be celebrating the conquering of his one hundredth planet and he wants everyone to attend. He will also discuss the women's quarters being abolished and replaced with a new training facility. All the women were terrified because that meant they would have to live side by side with the pigs that would surely mistreat them.

The Earth Princess, Bulma, was dressed in a silver gown that accented everything that she didn't want to be seen. Her hair was one thing that Frieza had loved about her so they left it down to flow around her body. She didn't need make-up because her natural beauty stood out enough.

The women were escorted to the main ball room and ushered in one behind the other. Many of the women smiled and waved to the excited warriors, but the one that got the most attention walked while staring at her feet. She hadn't smiled for six years and today would be no different. Once the line stopped, Lord Frieza spoke.

"You may disperse," he said causing the women to spread out among the men. Bulma wanted nothing to do with any of them so she found the darkest corner and hid. She knew that tonight the warriors were given permission to be with any woman he pleased.

The princess had been watching her hands intently until an odd sound made her look up. She was looking into the eyes of a man that only had one thing on his mind and that was Bulma naked. She started backing up further into the dark while the odd looking man followed. Her heart was racing until she hit something solid that wasn't a wall.

A low growl came from behind her causing the pursuer that retreat. Before she could do the same a hand wrapped around her wrist and easily slammed her against a wall. Her eyes were wide in shock, but it was so dark that she couldn't see a thing much less whoever was in front of her.

She knew better than to struggle so she remained completely still. Her body could feel someone directly in front of her even though they weren't touching. Bulma closed her eyes and tried to think of something to say to get this person away from her.

"You disturbed me and I don't like being interrupted while I'm meditating," a deep voice came from the dark.

"While all these women are here you only wish to meditate?" Bulma choked out. It was hard for her to talk most of the time because she hardly ever spoke.

"I don't need a woman, bitch. All of these pitiful men who call themselves warriors have been worked up all day for this and why? To see a few whores?"

"It makes no sense to me as well. The women are nothing but slaves and they wish to be close to their captors." She wanted to relax, but the man's hold only tightened as she spoke.

"You smell familiar, woman," he replied totally ignoring her comment.

"I don't see how since I haven't been in the palace for six years."

Bulma could feel a hand lifting her hair. The long locks fell from his hand like silk back to its original place. This man was odd.

"How do I smell?" Bulma almost gasped when she asked such a stupid question. Any man would simply think she was flirting with him.

"You smell disgusting, Earthling Princess," the deep voice replied as his face came closer to hers revealing who he was.

Bulma took a sudden breath when an older version of the small boy who "fought" her glared back at her. His hair still dark and tall while his eyes seemed to have gotten darker if that was possible. He was unbelievably handsome, but he was definitely full of hate.

"Vegeta," Bulma whispered.

"You remember my name?" He curiously asked.

"How could I forget?"

I'm excited about this story so I hope everyone likes it. Please let me know what you think about this chapter! Review please.