Title: Vun Ouin Muja

Plot: Bulma was taken from Earth four years ago by human-hating aliens who work for Frieza. Can this get any worse or does a knight in shinning armor save her?

Warnings: Language, perversion, violence, and lemon.

Memo: Hi! This is my first fan-fic. Be nice please.

Chains and shackles lay everywhere around, carelessly taking up space around the tiny, dark room. The blood spattered walls, dark with sham and glory, gleamed in the night's sky. Torture objects, hung on the walls, laid all around. Nothing could be more devastating to any would-be victim of this evil room. Blood stained the floors, walls, ceilings, and objects they used. This room was not lit, the only light came from the passing stars. Who could believe on this tiny ship, all the way out in outer space, would have such a room. One person did, the woman, the victim, in this room.

Her arms were bond by a gray metal, hanging her in the center of the darkened room, the same with her legs. The dark, red blood from her body was caked to the floor, along her body too. She moved her head to look out the window for what she didn't know. Clanking followed in suite as her legs almost gave out and made her stumble. Pain seared through her whole body, making her moan. Heat covered her naked back and legs as blood ran down them. The cause was the whip marks that painted her back. The blue hair on her head flowed down and mixed with the blood.

A whooshing sound made its way to her ears. Footsteps could be heard coming toward the beaten woman. Her body went limp with fear and the cold wind brushing her back. The woman's head was hanging low now and her eyes were toward the floor. She could see two boots in front of her, black, lace less boots with the symbol decorating the front and sides. She looked up, scanning the body of the perpetrator.

"The Torture" is what she called him, the prince of the aliens who murdered her planet. The Jarbẽd, as race of human-hating, bug looking anthropoids. The Jarbẽd had green rough skin, yellow oval eyes, and 4 arms. Their mouths opened width ways, and they had small, nub noses. Their clothes insisted of a tight silk cloth, yellow, and the same with the pants.

The Jarbẽd worked for the worst being in the universe, Frieza. The titan, Frieza, was trying to take over the whole galaxy. Not many races fought him, or so he thought. Where Bulma came from did, the Plant Earth. She was the princess and the smartest woman alive. That's what her family was known for, the Briefs. Go with technology, machine maintenance, and healing machine. Machine basically. The Jarbẽd came to Earth to kidnap the King's royal scientist, little did they know, it was Bulma. Bulma has no memory of what happened, or if her family was dead. Frieza needed her mind to gain what knowledge she had.

"How are you today, Princess? Anything you want to tell me?" Spoke the prince. The Jarbẽd spoke with an accent sounding like a Britain. He lifted her head up by her chin, so she was looking him directly into his yellow, beady eyes.

Bulma's bleeding body shook with pain as he lifted her chin. The prince looked over her pale body and smiled at his work. Her face was bruised and swollen. One eye was black and purplish. Cuts marred her body along with more bruises.

"Yeah, I got something. It stinks in here," she laughed on the last part. Smiling, the prince laughed along with her. Bulma looked at his face and winced. Jarbẽd weren't known for their looks.

"That's helpful. It's real NICE," he screamed as he gave her an uppercut, busting her lip. New, warm blood spilt onto the metal floor. Bulma went limp against the chains. The prince came down to her eye level and stated, "You can save your life now by just showing us some of the machines you create."

"Drop dead, Prince Tachroke," Bulma hissed with hatred. This got her another blow to the face. Prince Tachroke was about to administer another one when he was interrupted by one of his servants. Bulma went unconscious after the second blow.

"Prince Tachroke. Our system indicates that a Saiyan space craft heading toward us," stumbled the Jarbẽd.

Breathing hard, the prince got up and walked out of the torture room. 'This isn't good,' thought Tachroke. "Call the empire, tell them the coordinates of where we are. Get every fighter. They're not here for a visit."

First Chapter Completed. Please review. I want at least 6-10 reviews for every chapter to continue.

Peace out humanoids.