My father would have cheered me up by telling one of his lame jokes, or showing me one of his new experiments. But he was dead now, killed before my very eyes. I had seen my own father wiped from exsistence in ^front^ of me! I was emotionally broken, as far as a six year old could go.

And ^now^, the evil Saiyans were going after my best friend, Goku. Goku had always beat everyone in the past. He had always been there for me, but could he help now? He was a Saiyan, maybe he would side with them! I cried a little more at this scary, disturbing thought.

King Scary looked down at me dissaprovingly. "Get used to it, girl. You are going to be a scholar on my planet now. And you had better learn the proper respect!" He snarled. I was scared of him, so I shuddered and hid my eyes with my little pale hands.

I cried and felt genrally scared and sorry for myself until I felt us landing. I looked down. Oh, no! We were landing at Goku's house! I frantically looked around, for a way out. Goku wasn't going to be able to escape! I kicked and punched and scratched but earned nothing but a laugh from King Scary of the Saiyans.

"Ahhhhhhh! What the heck?!" Goku yelled when he saw all the Saiyans. He had just stepped out of the house. "Bulma?"

I looked down and screamed again. "Goku! Don't let them catch you! Run away..."

He stared at me for a second, shrugged, and took off. About five Saiyans followed him. Three of them reported to King Scary. I glared at them all with all the fury and menace I could manage. They just smirked and made snide comments about me.

"She is a little fighter, isn't she?" One said, laughing.

"Yes, and cute, too." Another one pointed out. I was not happy, to say the least.

"Someone take her. We must catch Kakkarott quickly. Five of you will stay here, and prepare to take this planet for ourselves, it is too valuable to pass up." King Scary said to his men.

What? They couldn't take this planet! No! But I didn't fight for what reason, I do not remember, but it was probably because I heard shouting in the distance. The Saiyans heard it, too, and looked in the direction that Goku had fled.

Out of the trees, the five Saiyans emerged, two of them carrying Goku with them.

~*~

Goku and I huddled together in the corner of the room the Saiyans had thrown us in. Their ship was big, bright, and scary to us, and we didn't want to lose each other's company. I shivered and looked at Goku, my first friend, and now my only one.

"What are we gonna do?" I asked, pretending to be brave.

Goku looked at his feet. "I dunno. We are stuck, I got caught." He said.

"Maybe the door isn't locked." I suggested hopefully. Goku got up and went to the door, and I followed.

"Hey! It's open, cool!" He said, and we went timidly outside. The halls were lit up by blue lights, and everything looked shiny and new. Sort of like how Father's lab was. I sniffed at the thought of 'was'. One more reminder of how bad my life really was.

We walked slowly down the halls. Goku would comment on things, and I would nod, but I was mostly quiet with my thoughts. We just dawdled along, seemingly alone, until Goku opened one of the last doors of the hall.

"Oh, wowee!" I said, looking in. It had several beds, some of which contained children. They were either sleeping or....knocked down. I shuddered again and looked at them.

They were all basically my age. There were sixteen in all, I counted. But how many more where to come? I wasn't a happy thought. Most of them were boys, but about five were girls. They were scarred and dirty, like her and Goku. More scholars for 'The School Of Doom', I supposed. I wanted to help them, too.

"Who are you?" A weak female voice asked. I looked around. It was coming from a small girl. She had light brown hair, a pale, pretty face, and a skinny body. She was wearing a pink dress, with a matching headband in her hair.

"Who are ^you^?" I asked eagerly. I wanted a girl friend, and the more people I knew in this strange place, the better.

She giggled. "I am Lena Shader. I am from Connecticut. Now you have to tell me who ^you^ are!" She said.

I smiled at her and said, "I am Bulma Briefs. My father is the owner of Capsule Corporations!"

Lena's eyes got really wide. "Really? Are you a Princess?" She asked.

It was my turn to giggle now. "No! But my daddy used to say I was in every way but title. That was before the Saiyans ruined my house and killed my parents." I said sadly.

Lena looked sad, too. Not just for me, but for herself. "My parents were killed, too." She quietly said, a tear falling.

I didn't want my newest friend to be as sad as I was. "Don't cry! Please, we have to think about what we are going to do to stick together." I said, acting like I was tremendously excited. Lena's eyes lit up.

"Cool. . ." She whispered.

Goku called to me from the hallway. "Come on! Saiyans incoming!" He called.

I quickly stood up. "Oh man. . .Lena, don't worry I will be back later." I said, and went to leave.

~*~

The ship traveled on. It would only stop for refuelling on small planets, supplies, and to pick up the occasional group of children. Me and Goku were basically left alone, as long as we stayed as non-contact as possible. I still don't know exactly why we were treated so different from the other kids. We had our own room, we were left alone. Why?

We were given food and water every day. We weren't given any new clothes or grooming tools. I washed my hands and face with the extra water. Our clothes were dirty and ripped, my hair was limp. My once shiny-curls were going flat, and I had never tried to take it out of it's ponytail. Goku's hair seemed to stay the same. I guess it is a Saiyan thing, no, I ^know^ it is. . ..but how I know is to be unknown to you until everything reveals itself.

I didn't see Lena for almost the whole rest of the trip. There was just no time to go and see her. The closer we got to Vegetasei, the more edgy and careful the Saiyans got. We were hardly able to explore without seeing guards everywhere. I felt bad about not going to see her when I told her I was going to. I wondered every single day about her. I had only met her once but I knew she was a trustworthy friend. Though she was really different from any other friends I had made on Earth. Perhaps Goku is to blame for that.

About a week before we reached Vegetasei, I turned seven. Goku and I had our own little celebration. He had turned seven several months before. I was sad we couldn't share it with Lena. But either way, it was the best day so far, since the disaster, of course.

The day we arrived to Vegetasei, I went to see Lena at last. This was four hours before the landing, and we had to be extra careful.

~*~

"Hey, Lena. It's me!" I called softly into the room where the rest of the children were kept. A couple stared at me curiously, but hardly anyone else seemed to have the heart to really care. Lena came up to me, and gave me a hug.

"I am so glad you finally came!" She said happily. She was as dirty as I was, her hair dirty and unkempt. Her pretty dress was wrinkled.

"Sorry, but I couldn't get enough time to come see you. Guess what? I am seven now! How old are you?" I asked. I stared at Lena, waiting for her answer.

"I am seven. I am so sorry you had to celebrate in this bad place." She said sadly. I just nodded and smiled.

"That is okay, but there was no way of doing it anywhere else, silly!" I said, and giggled. Lena did, too.

~*~

So, what did you think? I am sorry it was kind of short, but I only have so much time with the MEAP and all! I will try to get a chapter up almost every day, and yell at me if I break the promise!

Aren't you all happy I gave Bulma a friend? Well, she needs those women friends in times like these! Goku can't possibly be a satisfactory friend for all that time. I hope you don't mind me not describing the bulk of the journey, that would be rather pointless. I am sure you don't wanna read that. You just want to B/V! Hhahahaahah gotcha! You know you want it. . .. . .

Anywayz, please, please, PLEASE give me some feedback! Do you want me to continue? Any interesting ideas? Remember, I am writing this for the FANS, you, so tell me where you want it to end up. . .. . . Email me at : Beautifulirony1@aol.com

Thanks for reading and responding! Ja ne' and see ya in Chappy 3!

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