I do not own Dragon Ball Z, its characters, settings, ideas or anything else that has creative origins in the story reflecting Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z or Dragon Ball GT.

This is my first attempt at a fanfiction, ever. The first few chapters will more than likely be short to start as I get my 'feet wet' and get the momentum moving in the story. I hope to add chapters frequently (at the least once a month) since unfinished stories annoy me to no end. I hope you enjoy what's been rattling around in my head for some time!

The cold metal cut sharply into her already chafed wrists. Muscles in her legs ached from sitting on the cold concrete. The chain holding her in place lay warm across the top of her thighs as it snaked to the ring embedded in the floor in front of her. The damp and clammy air was uncomfortable against her mostly bare skin. The only exception was the matching bra and panties she wore. The smell of blood, sweat and fear were pungent in the air. Sounds of sobs and hushed whimpering whispered through the large, cold room.

Her mind was trying to push back the panic that struggled to bubble to the surface. It took all of her will power to swallow down the bile in her throat, fearful that her future held only pain and suffering. Maybe, if she was lucky, the end would come swiftly for her. She would rather have the swift kiss of death then the hell she knew she was about to face at the hands of the strangers starting to circulate through the room.

She sat up a little straighter to give herself courage. She didn't want to cower in fear or cry over the uncertainty of her future. She would not allow her handlers that kind of satisfaction. She swore silently that she would have a steal spine and her spirit would not be broken.

The women around her radiated the fear that she was trying to keep from overcoming herself. They were in a large, spacious room in the bowels of an old building. The location was unclear due to the precautions taken to smuggle the handlers' precious cargo to and from the auction. The women were not only blindfolded during transport, but bound and gagged to ensure no escape or suspicion brought to the cramped containers they were held in between auction locations.

The only thing each woman knew for sure was that they were going to be auctioned off on the black market as slaves. Slaves were meant to be played with by those with grotesque, condemnable fetishes. These men, monsters, had a large demand for their 'toys' because a number of them didn't know how to play nice. These men frequently broke their 'toys', which gave them the need to purchase new merchandise.

"Right this way, sir." An oily voice spoke above the sounds of quiet despair. "As you can see, we have acquired a number of women from the planet known as Earth. The women from Earth can satisfy most preferences for those wanting something a little more exotic. A relatively new planet that was discovered guarantees their rarity. This ensures you have a valuable item to add to your…collection"

The man who spoke was dressed in a dark gray suit. His orange hair was slicked back against his yellow skin. His face was as greasy as his voice. She knew the man as Master Hearken. He was the orchestrator of this event. A noticeable shiver ran down her spine. She was thankful Master Hearken was not currently near her. The….things….he did to test out the 'merchandise' made her want to retch. It was guaranteed that the way he examined her when she was first cataloged to be included into the auctions would haunt her for years to come.

"It is my impression that these Earth women have a lot of potential for the members of our fleet." responded Hearken's guest

Her attention was drawn to the harmonically male voice that was speaking with her captor. As much as she didn't want to look in their direction, that voice was like a distant harpy calling out to all within earshot. A tall, beautiful gentleman followed alongside Hearken. Emerald green hair fell in impossible splendor around a pale blue face. Chiseled muscles on a perfect frame moved effortlessly forward as regal armor and cape finished off his appearance. His looks proved to be as deadly as his voice.

"Sir Zarbon, we would be more than happy to work out a deal if you decide to invest in a large quantity of our merchandise." Hearken explained. "I will leave you with our offerings and check back with you shortly to see how you would like to move forward." With that, Hearken gracefully bowed and went to check on the other buyers that were filtering through the room.

Intelligent amber eyes scanned the room as he searched for potential slaves to purchase. She didn't realize that she was staring until the alien named Zarbon locked eyes with her. Panicked and secretly cursing herself, she quickly cast her gaze downward towards the floor. Wringing her hands nervously as she hoped he didn't take notice to her.

Dread filled her as she watched a shadow crawl across the floor and washed over her. A pair of tan boots entered her field of vision as she stared down at the floor in front of her. She willed herself to stay still as Zarbon looked over the information hung on the wall behind her. There was something about his demeanor that warned her that nothing good could come from this alien referred to as Zarbon. He reminded her of the old adage of a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Bulma is it?" Zarbon asked in a soft voice. She didn't respond. She heard a faint sigh as Zarbon came down on one knee in front of her. With a gentle touch under her chin, he guided her head upwards as his eyes held hers. "Bulma," he tried softly again, "is what they call you on Earth?"

Bulma's eyes widened as she heard herself respond to his question despite her efforts to keep silent. "Yes sir." She could feel her cheeks heat with embarrassment as he lifted an eyebrow while he studied her. "My name…my name is Bulma…sir." She stammered out.

She was rewarded with a smirk laced with ego at her response. Bulma instantly knew that this man was rarely denied what he wanted. It was hidden in that smirk. Fear and anger flashed in her eyes. Her intuitive thought made her panic and she began to pull her chin away from his grasp. Pain shot along her jaw as she felt his grip tighten like a vice. This made her panic even more as she tried to wrench her face from his grasp.

"Now dear, sweet Bulma," he cooed. "What ever seems to be the problem? Do you not enjoy a man appreciating your company?" Something flashed in Zarbon's eyes that made Bulma instantly freeze. She wanted desperately for him to leave her alone. The fact that he was entertaining a conversation with her was an indicator of the next unwilling step in her journey of discovering life off of planet Earth.

Bulma knew she would no longer need to fear the next monster to eye her up, touch her inappropriately or describe the gruesome ways that she was going to be used for pleasure. She was in Zarbon's crosshairs. The confident way he carried himself and that smirk that he flashed said it all. Zarbon always gets what he wants…it was obvious he wanted her.

"Pardon me while I go to speak with Master Hearken. I do believe I have a list to prepare with him." He stated as he released her chin. Without another word he swiftly stood and walked in the direction Hearken had gone.

Bulma's head dropped as silent tears started falling from her eyes. She held her shoulders still so as not to show the sobs she was struggling to keep under control. The only thing she was thankful of was her long blue hair that fell on either side of her face to shield her tears from the now busy room.

She knew she would soon be free from the auctioneers. The cost of such freedom was more than what she was willing to give.