A/N: So, this story may seem a bit similar to some of you. It was started and once belonged to phoenixvaliant. She gave it to me because she became too busy to continue it. (She also forgot the email she used for the account.) I'm really excited to have been given this opportunity and hope I can make this story something great.

www.(dot)mibba(dot)com/134597/ (The link to her Mibba account if you want to message her to make sure my claims are true.)

Below is the first and only chapter she wrote. I already have the second well under way and will have it posted within the next few days. Any questions, comments, concerns, don't be afraid to let me know.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragonball GT or any related characters.

Entry Number 1

My name is Phoenix Valiant. At least, that's what my stage name was. Wait, not stage like poles and heels. Well, there were heels, but thick leather ones, not skimpy stilettos. I mean, I was fully clothed at all times!

Delete! Delete!

...Stupid voice journals. Pick up every word, can't delete. Let me start over.

My real name is Avelyn. I was born for a purpose, I'm sure. Though I'm not entirely sure this, meaning where I am now in a concubine training academy, was it. Yeah, I didn't think it was a justifiable place of real existence either. But I'm most definitely in one. Young girls from all over the known universes are brought here to be taught in the ways of pleasing their future masters. After all, concubines to royalty and other high-ranking officials are just below the status of a wife. At least, that's what we were told. In truth, me and all the other girls here are being primped and trained to be well-educated whores.

I was born and left on a street. A kind woman by the name of Victoria found me and took me to her home. I was raised amongst people who were widely known as carneys or sideshow freaks seeing as how my adopted mother, or Auntie as I called her, was their cook and nurse. I quickly learned that I had to earn my stay at the carnival in that rundown city on my home planet of Lorine. I was not given a second chance just to be a child: I had to work. So, I was trained to become a sword and fire swallower, explaining my stage name.

Life was good with the carnival. It was, for the most part, ignored by the Saiyans who had taken over control after the defeat of Frieza. We were untouched by the war currently being waged with Cooler. Though the majority of the planet's inhabitants were picked up as slaves: Mostly forced whores to keep the Saiyan armies happy; after all, humanoid-inhabited planets such as Lorine where difficult to come by. But who would want to fuck a bunch of freaks, right?

I was surrounded by good people. Cutthroat, thieving people, but they were loyal. There was an unspoken law that you never crossed one of the other carneys. We looked out for each other and, once you earned your keep, it was yours. I was the lowest in the rankings, being the newest and most normal looking member. Unlike the majority of the bunch with extra appendages(or lack thereof), twisted features, or other oddities, I was a normal five foot seven red-head with big green eyes and a wonder of a body.

Modest, aren't I?

So, it was no surprise that one night after a show I was picked up by a couple of slave traders, right? And King Vegeta's and Prince Trunks's preferences for brightly-colored toys landed me here was also no surprise, correct? Well, Prince Trunks's preference at least. Rumor has it that the ole king hadn't taken another plaything since his blue-toned beauty from Earth birthed him a strong Halfling son. If the boy had been a weakling, no doubt he and his mother would've been axed as unfortunate events. But no, the prince was indeed quite strong and, so I've heard, quite handsome. I was told he was who you wanted to be sold to. He was gentle to his women, the other girls whispered. And Saiyans weren't famous for being kind. They were known throughout the galaxy as savages and lived up to that reputation.

So I'm being trained to be his personal plaything. If I were in fact sold to royal slavery that would be my future. If not, I'd be presented to members of the royal court and then guard and then army and then, if still not sold, pretty much given away to some whorehouse on an unnamed planet.

What a life.

End Entry Number 1.

Avelyn sighed and closed the metal cover on her black market, smuggled purchase. She made sure the lock was secure on the high tech journal and stuffed it under all the things in the trunk at the base of her bed. She jumped when she heard a knock at her door and, after rearranging her thin silk robe over her even thinner silk nightgown, opened the door with slightly trembling hands. Who could be calling on her at this hour? She'd been there not two months but already knew that there was no visiting after hours.

"Avelyn!" exclaimed a dark-haired girl in a hushed tone as she rushed into the red-head's room. Avelyn sighed and shut the door.

"What do you want, Ishane?" she asked the girl who was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet excitedly. Since day one, Ishane had been by her side at this hellish place. They were both continuously in trouble for speaking out or acting wildly, but what else could be expected from two girls from Lorine? It was a rather wild planet in itself.

"Did you hear?"

Avelyn was positive that if the girl didn't calm down, she was going to suffer from some sort of fit. Ishane took the other girl's silence as a negative and continued.

"They're coming in a week!"

Avelyn drew a blank. "Who are?"

"Who? Ave, who? Really? Who else? The king and prince, of course!"

"What? Already? But we've only just arrived!" She was sure she'd have more time to plan an escape. This did not bode well.

"Orshie told me that Vegeta tired of looking at Trunks's old concubine and killed her. Seeing as how the prince's birthday is coming up, the king is letting him pick out a new one."

Ishane flounced over to Avelyn's spacious closet and was currently examining her clothes. Unlike Avelyn, she actually wanted to be auctioned off to the highest, and hopefully wealthiest, bidder. But she was used to this way of life. She was born in a red light district. It was all her life was. She saw the glam in being a whore to a royal, the money, the possessions, the cushiony lifestyle, and turned her back on the rather short life expectancy. It was a wonder to Avelyn how her friend was able to act so callously and frivolously. Though, she thought, she could understand. They were caught in a bad situation. Why not make the best of it?

"Ooh, can I borrow this?"

Ishane's excited shout brought Avelyn from her thoughts. She looked up to see the girl holding a skimpy yellow dress to her frame.

"Of course," was her reply.

Ishane's eyes lit up with more excitement, if that were possible. "You should wear this one when they arrive!" she exclaimed, holding out a tiny black slip of fabric that reached about the middle of Avelyn's thigh while wearing it. "It'll make your hair and eyes pop and your boobs will look phenomenal!"

Avelyn rolled her eyes and took the offered dress. "Thank you, Ishane. Now go to bed. You aren't supposed to be wandering around after hours."

She pushed the girl out the door and shut it in her face. After sliding the lock into place, she walked to her bed and sat on it heavily. She put her head in her hands and felt the tears begin to slip free.

One week. Her fate would be decided in a single week. There was no way out, no more time. This academy was actually a ship floating in space. Escape on such short notice was impossible. She would never make it back to Lorine, back to Aunite, back to her leather pants and boots... Her fate was to be a whore. Her best possible bet was to be the whore to a somewhat mysterious prince with a ruthless, murdering father.