“No stop!!” The blue haired girl screamed as she was dragged by her long straight blue hair down the hallway by two giant, muscular men, with strange grey armor on. One was old in his late sixties with bright almost pure white skin with gray hair, and the other young in his mid thirties with tan skin with black hair that went down to the middle of his neck. “I don’t want to go!” She screamed as she tried kicking and screaming her way out. “Please.” The 7 year old begged as she was dragged through the door of her own home, the same one that yesterday she saw her parents sitting down eating lunch, tears ran down her soft pale cheeks as she remembered the sight of her mothers dead mangled corpse lying on the ground. They needed her father for some reason though, the little girl didn’t know why yet, but she was going to find out, even if she had to risk her life, to find it out! Her body was thrown down onto the cold earth surface, making her head shake in pain. “To bad!” The grey haired one yelled at her, kicking her in the stomach, making her roll backwards. “Careful! The prince might want her!” The other one told him, trying to stop the man from beating the girl into a bloody pulp. “Do you always have to beat up everyone you see?” He questioned knowing if they didn’t get back to the ship soon their king would get angry.  The grey haired man just “hmphfed!” and turned away. “Just get her and let’s go.” He said before retreating back towards the ship. The other man rolled his eyes and grabbed the little girl who was currently trying to escape by crawling away. “Na ah, little one, you’re coming with me.” He said picking her up laughing gently at the annoyed face she was giving him. “But I don’t want to go!” she yelled one more time, trying to kick him again. All the black haired man did was roll his eyes, and fly back to the ship.

By the time they arrived onto the ship, the little girl was fast asleep in the soldier’s arms. He smiled gently down at her, and brought her into the main room, where controls, chairs, tables were scattered about. A giant window took up one of the walls. “It’s about time!” A man yelled, he had light brown flame like hair that defied gravity, a goatee, sharp features, and muscles that where hidden underneath his silky red cape and golden amour he wore. “Sorry sir, Zenam was giving me a hard time again.” The young man told him. “My god! He’s an old man and is still acting like a child! ......Who do we have here?” The man said, just noticing the blue haired girl in the soldier’s arms, as he walked over. “Just another slave I captured, she’s Dr. Briefs’s daughter.” The man said with a hint of sadness in his voice. “Very well Tenron put her with the others.”  The man said turning around and walking back to the window, his cape swinging from side to side as he did so. “Yes, sir.” The man by the name of Tenron bowed to his king and made his way over to a cage. “Here we are.” He said as he got the keys to unlock it from the other wall. “Come on little one, time to wake up.” He said looking down at the girl; he shook his arms lightly so he wouldn’t frighten her. Soon he saw small blue eyes looking up at him. “Hmmm?” She sighed out quietly not thrilled about being woken from her nap.

“Come on, you have to go in.” He said giving her an almost remorseful look when he put her in the cage with all the other fifty or so woman who where as of now, huddled in a corner fearing for their lives.  The young girl listened to the squeak of the door as she watched Tenron close the door and walk back to the room that they had just been in.

“What is it Tenron?” The flame haired man asked. “She reminds me of Vernica.”  He sighed thinking about the little girl. “Your daughter?” The man asked. All Tenron did was nod his head. “She looks the same age she would have been if she ……” Tenron stopped having a flashback of his only daughter and wife being killed in front of his very eyes. All the man did was nod in understanding putting his hand on the mans shoulder, then quickly taking it off and turning back towards the window to shout out commands to the soldiers. “It’s time to go home!” He yelled, smirking as he thought of all the things they had accomplished today. “What about the planet, my king?” A man in front of a computer asked him. “Leave it for now; we might have to retrieve more slaves from here.” The king said starting to leave the room. “No one wake me until we get back to Vegetasi!” He barked out as he left through the white framed doors, his red cape swung behind him, as if a light breeze had swept by.

“Where are we?” the little girl asked going to the small group of people that were huddled in a corner. No answer. ~Maybe they’re depth. ~ She thought. “Hey! Where are we goi-?!”  A hand flew over her moth as the others watched with wide eyes. “Miss please! Be quiet.” An old woman, in about her sixties, with short grey hair begged, taking her hands off of the girl’s mouth. “Why?” The blue haired 7 year old asked the old lady looking up at her with a questionable look in her eyes. “Because we could kill you at any moment we please!”  A high pitched voice came from behind the girl; she looked at the fear in the old woman’s eyes, and knew it was bad.

The young girl turned around to see a woman with straight long brown hair that went to the middle of her back, a brown belt and tan skin. She wore white and silver armor on. “And who have we here?” The woman asked giving the young girl an evil look. “My name’s Bulma Briefs.” The blue haired girl responded in a cheerful voice which almost made the woman sick. “Bulma, Hmm?” the woman asked giving Bulma an evil smile. “Yep!” the 7 year old said, failing to notice the look of horror in everyone else’s eyes. “Well Bulma, I suggest you learn not to speak to me again, or else I’ll kill you.” The woman said, finally satisfied at the look of fear in the young girls eyes, she walked away.

“Who was that?” The 7 year old asked, watching the woman walk away. “Her name is Torika.” The old woman said grabbing the young girls arm.. “Listen to me you must not do that again.”  The woman said as she turned around to face her. “Why? All I did was talk to her.” The blue haired girl said looking at the older woman, giving her a confused gaze. “Yes, but she could kill you for just doing that.” The old lady whispered to her as a guard looked into the cage, making the other woman and girls in the small enclosed room cower in fear. “We should be arriving soon.” He said giving Bulma a small warm smile before leaving. The 6 year old recognized him as one of the people who had captured her. “That was Tenron, one of the soldiers.” The woman said knowing that was going to be the young girl’s next question. “Oh.” Bulma said finally noticing that everyone else was in the corner of the tiny room.

“She reminds me so much of Vernica.” Tenron whispered to himself as he went back to his chambers for a nap.

Bulma soon fell to sleep having the events of today take over her small body. The old woman smiled at her, letting her head rest in her lap as they landed. “At least someone’s happy...” the old lady whispered, looking at all the other woman in the cage with them, frowning at all the bruises and scratched left on their bodies from the guards.

There was a knock on the door. “What is it?” the king growled, not pleased to be awoken from his slumber. “We’re here my king.” A voice came from the other side of the door. “Excellent.” The man, said to himself. “Torika tell the soldiers to grab the slaves and bring them to the dungeon.” He said, rising from his bed, to put on his armor, and cape. “Yes sir.” Torika’s cruel voice came into the room, followed by fading footsteps.