A/N: New fic here! I hope you guys enjoy my first chapter of this story, A/U's are somewhat new to me. Feedback is always appreciated, whether it be words of praise or constructive criticism. Now, enjoy the premier of...
*~*Savage Siren*~*
It seemed to Bulma as if her whole being was nothing more than to be a servant. After all, ever since she could remember she had been dressed in nothing more than rags.
She was always required to walk for an hour just to get to the market. After that, she had to walk home, usually overburden with whatever goods were on the list.
She was ten years old now, and had an uncanny sense of knowledge about her, not something normally present in a girl who had been adopted by the woman who was rumored to be a spinster.
Some of the village folk told tales of how she was really a widow, and had married a pirate so fierce and strong. The story went that he was lost to sea one day, and she was so upset that she miscarried.
Thus why Bulma was adopted. The young girl had no knowledge of her last name, and any possibility of Bulma being treated as the first child her adoptive mother ever had was gone after the first day out of the orphanage.
Bulma was forced to scrub, sweep, clean, do laundry, and once she hit 5 years old, get the groceries. However, today was different.
Bulma walked out of the market with a large slab of sausage under her arm, a loaf of bread and some asparagus in a bag, as well as a bundle of bananas. She was only a few steps away from the forest when a group of boys surrounded her.
"Hey lil' girl, what's goin' on? Shouldn't be so close to the woods, you might get into trouble."
The gang snickered evilly. The one who spoke seemed to be about 15 years of age, the others somewhat younger. He had long blond hair tied in a ponytail that reached his waist. A dragon tattoo sprawled over his muscular arm.
His eyes were a cobalt blue and his clothing was almost as tattered as Bulma's. The four others were similarly dressed, though not quite as tall as their leader, or at least, the one Bulma guessed was the leader.
"There's some real nasty people out there, and you wouldn't want the saiyajins to get'cha now would'ja?"
Bulma froze in fear. You see, the saiyajins were a large band of pirates; their name was known throughout the continent. Their fierceness was only bested by their pride, as much pride as a group of pirates could have.
Some say they ate children, others said they didn't have to eat at all. Whatever the case, each saiyajin wore a furry brown belt around their waist, and was led by Captain Vegeta XXXIV.
Anyone who crossed them died a swift death...or worse, a slow painful one, if they were particularly upset.
"You're lucky we happen to be in this forest...for protection and all."
Again, the gang laughed quietly, leaving Bulma afraid and confused. Still, she stood her ground.
" I don't NEED protection from them. I've done nothing!"
"They don't care about that, girlie, they'll kill ya if they see ya. 'Course, if you give us those foodstuffs of yours, we might be able to offer our help."
"No way!"
Bulma attempted to bolt from her captors, but it was all in vain as a lad with short brown hair lifted her up and carried her back.
"PUT ME DOWN!!"
"Hey Trent, it's too bad she ain't older, eh?"
The blond-haired youth smacked Bulma's captor.
"Ow! What'cha do that for?"
"It ain't smart to be thinkin' like that Boro. Now, get the bags from the girl.
Bulma screamed and yelled as much as she could, but there was no way for her to overpower the youths. They took everything she had and backed off so she couldn't get them.
The one called Trent smiled evilly.
"Thankyou so much, kind lady, we'll be going now."
"LEAVE HER ALONE!!!"
Heads turned to see a blur of hair and clothing zoom into the woods. Faster than Bulma could deem possible, this...thing...had knocked out the entire gang and made sure her groceries were okay.
She gaped in shock when she saw that her rescuer was none other than a boy that could be no older than 6 years old.
"You're...so fast! How did you do that?"
"My grandpa says I'm a growing boy, are you all right?"
"Yeah, thanks. What's your name?"
"I'm Goku."
"Goku, huh? I'm Bulma."
"Nice to meet you, Bulma. Where do you live?"
"About an hour's walk from the market."
"You shouldn't go through the forest unless you can defend yourself."
Bulma looked over at Goku and wondered for a moment just how he was so powerful, and why.
"Do you believe the saiyajins might be in the forest?"
Goku looked at Bulma dubiously, and frowned in concentration. He stayed silent for a moment, and then...
"Who are the saiyajins?"
*~*Savage Siren*~*
It seemed to Bulma as if her whole being was nothing more than to be a servant. After all, ever since she could remember she had been dressed in nothing more than rags.
She was always required to walk for an hour just to get to the market. After that, she had to walk home, usually overburden with whatever goods were on the list.
She was ten years old now, and had an uncanny sense of knowledge about her, not something normally present in a girl who had been adopted by the woman who was rumored to be a spinster.
Some of the village folk told tales of how she was really a widow, and had married a pirate so fierce and strong. The story went that he was lost to sea one day, and she was so upset that she miscarried.
Thus why Bulma was adopted. The young girl had no knowledge of her last name, and any possibility of Bulma being treated as the first child her adoptive mother ever had was gone after the first day out of the orphanage.
Bulma was forced to scrub, sweep, clean, do laundry, and once she hit 5 years old, get the groceries. However, today was different.
Bulma walked out of the market with a large slab of sausage under her arm, a loaf of bread and some asparagus in a bag, as well as a bundle of bananas. She was only a few steps away from the forest when a group of boys surrounded her.
"Hey lil' girl, what's goin' on? Shouldn't be so close to the woods, you might get into trouble."
The gang snickered evilly. The one who spoke seemed to be about 15 years of age, the others somewhat younger. He had long blond hair tied in a ponytail that reached his waist. A dragon tattoo sprawled over his muscular arm.
His eyes were a cobalt blue and his clothing was almost as tattered as Bulma's. The four others were similarly dressed, though not quite as tall as their leader, or at least, the one Bulma guessed was the leader.
"There's some real nasty people out there, and you wouldn't want the saiyajins to get'cha now would'ja?"
Bulma froze in fear. You see, the saiyajins were a large band of pirates; their name was known throughout the continent. Their fierceness was only bested by their pride, as much pride as a group of pirates could have.
Some say they ate children, others said they didn't have to eat at all. Whatever the case, each saiyajin wore a furry brown belt around their waist, and was led by Captain Vegeta XXXIV.
Anyone who crossed them died a swift death...or worse, a slow painful one, if they were particularly upset.
"You're lucky we happen to be in this forest...for protection and all."
Again, the gang laughed quietly, leaving Bulma afraid and confused. Still, she stood her ground.
" I don't NEED protection from them. I've done nothing!"
"They don't care about that, girlie, they'll kill ya if they see ya. 'Course, if you give us those foodstuffs of yours, we might be able to offer our help."
"No way!"
Bulma attempted to bolt from her captors, but it was all in vain as a lad with short brown hair lifted her up and carried her back.
"PUT ME DOWN!!"
"Hey Trent, it's too bad she ain't older, eh?"
The blond-haired youth smacked Bulma's captor.
"Ow! What'cha do that for?"
"It ain't smart to be thinkin' like that Boro. Now, get the bags from the girl.
Bulma screamed and yelled as much as she could, but there was no way for her to overpower the youths. They took everything she had and backed off so she couldn't get them.
The one called Trent smiled evilly.
"Thankyou so much, kind lady, we'll be going now."
"LEAVE HER ALONE!!!"
Heads turned to see a blur of hair and clothing zoom into the woods. Faster than Bulma could deem possible, this...thing...had knocked out the entire gang and made sure her groceries were okay.
She gaped in shock when she saw that her rescuer was none other than a boy that could be no older than 6 years old.
"You're...so fast! How did you do that?"
"My grandpa says I'm a growing boy, are you all right?"
"Yeah, thanks. What's your name?"
"I'm Goku."
"Goku, huh? I'm Bulma."
"Nice to meet you, Bulma. Where do you live?"
"About an hour's walk from the market."
"You shouldn't go through the forest unless you can defend yourself."
Bulma looked over at Goku and wondered for a moment just how he was so powerful, and why.
"Do you believe the saiyajins might be in the forest?"
Goku looked at Bulma dubiously, and frowned in concentration. He stayed silent for a moment, and then...
"Who are the saiyajins?"