Her eyelids were shut, and for a modicum Bulma mistook the girl for sleeping. The girl was lieing down on the cold concrete, silent and unmoving. Her body sat on its hips and torso, legs tangled together like a befuddled weave, one arm slung across her body and the other resting awkwardly on her head. The long skirt blanketed her thighs modestly, and the light, small shirt she wore was ruined, with red liquid that seeped and swam through the cotton fabric. Regardless, the girl still adorned a placid expression.

Horrified, Bulma took a stepped backwards, and somehow managed to clumsily trip over her own feet, falling on her behind painfully. She could not find courage to stand, and only succeeded in scooting backwards until her back reached a cold barricade. Her wide eyes would not leave the body of the girl, and vaguely imagined that the dead girl might just sit up and laugh at her terrified expression.

Bulma closed her eyes tight, taking in a deep breath. Maybe if I ignore her, and just look, just look at everything else. The room was just barely lit and was secluded at all sides. It was almost like a cell, but no bars; completely closed in. Bulma felt like the foul air was suffocating her; curling around her neck like a snake and squeezing her throat brutally. There was no cot, and it took Bulma a moment to realize that she was chained to the wall. There was only one chain on her, located on her small right wrist and appeared to be about five feet in length.

She tugged at the chain and could not understand why she could not break it. Was it not just simple metal? After failing to even damage the chain at all, she realized how cold it was in the room. She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself, and throwing her head back against the wall and closing her eyes, trying to relax the best she could.

They had been running for hours straight. Her legs were so heavy, she felt as if they were going to fall off.

"Goku, Goku, I..I can't run anymore," she fell to her knees, crying, "They're going to catch us and it's all my fault."

Goku did not reply, but only stopped and stared at her blankly. She shoved the tears back with the back of her fist and tried to stand up. She only ended up falling back down with fatigue and spilling more tears. She did not see Goku's melancholy gaze as her eyes focused in and out of the ground shamefully. Without a word, Goku hoisted her up onto his back to carry her, and started off running again. It was not even a minute later when a tree tumbled to the ground noisily, and frightened Goku so much that Bulma was thrown off of his back and tumbled painfully across the hard earth until she crashed into something. She moaned, rubbing her aching forehead. She opened her eyes slowly.

To her shock and unwanted surprise, right above her stood an entity that she had never seen in her life. He – well she guessed it was a he anyways – was a strange, pink looking lizard with a set of red eyes that rather frightened her. She tried to scurry away from him, but the lizard only grabbed her collar, forcing her to become eye level with him as he lifted her up.

"Get off of her," Goku yelled, his fists balling up angrily.

"Well, well, well," the lizard chuckled, "what do we have here? Two little monkeys in the middle of a forest.."

Bulma's eyes shot open, and she held her breath as she heard the door creak. Two alien creatures stepped in, their boots slamming noisily against the concrete floor. They were muttering something in a foreign language, and Bulma stared at them distrustfully. One of the alien's held the door, and the other started walking towards her. She pressed herself hard against the wall, and set a glare at him when he reached a foot away.

"Did you really think you could get out of our cell's chains? They are not made of regular earth metal, girl. This material we have in our cells is nearly thee strongest metal of all the universe." His voice had a thick accent, and she could almost not understand what he had said.

He was unlocking her chain, and when she was freed, she rubbed the wrist they had been on. There was a slight red mark on the wrist, and she realized how tight it really had been. The alien looked at her, motioning for her to follow him. She, however, seemed to be planted to the floor.

"What happened to Earth?" she heard herself demand.

"You are not to speak of this now."

Anger filled Bulma's eyes and danced angrily in her orbs. "Where is Goku?!"

"Will you-"

Bulma jumped high in the air, kicked the guard across the face, and sent him sailing across the room. The other alien seemed to stay at the door, not sure what to do. Bulma digressed that once the door shut, they were locked in. She ran at the other man, grabbing him by his wrist, and with such a force threw him in. She smirked, "Too easy," and closed the door.

Bulma turned around, and found herself facing a long corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly. What now? She started off in one of the directions slowly, unsure. Should she immediately find a way to get off the ship and as far away as possible? I have to find Goku first, she thought. She pinched her lips together, tugging at her long hair nervously. She had no idea where to start.

Bulma froze at the sound of two alien voices marring the silence. They had just turned down the corridor, and had not noticed her presence yet. Thinking fast, she climbed up the wall and hung on an object dangling from the ceiling. They passed by, not noticing a strange little girl above their heads. She wiped the nervous sweat from her forehead, and dropped gracefully to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing."

Bulma jumped about a foot in the air. She turned around, and on instinct struck out at the person who had frightened her. The punch made no contact, but instead was easily caught in the other's hand. Her azure eyes widened, and locked with a pair of cold, narrowed, black eyes. There was a boy only maybe a few years older than her standing parallel to her. At first she was relieved he wasn't some freaky monster alien, but the way he was crushing her hand right then made her think otherwise. She pulled away after a moment, taking a staggering step back. She tried to form words, but her surprise made her only sputter out incoherent fragments. He raised an eyebrow.

"What are you? Stupid?, kid," he smirked at her, and for some reason this unnerved Bulma.

"Who are you calling kid?" she shot back, "You look only a few years older."

"I'm fifteen; what are you? Nine?" he scoffed. She stuck her tongue out.

"Hn. I would have guessed you were twelve. You look only like a little boy," Bulma denigrated, her lips curving upward. Actually, she would have guessed thirteen, but twelve was enough to piss him off.

The vein in his forehead announced its presence by bulging out slightly. Sure, his growth spurt had not kicked in yet, and his voice was still a little young sounding, but he would not accept to be taken as a child. He was still about a head taller than her, however, and that made him straighten his shoulders and shove her down. She landed painfully on her behind.

"Hey, what was that for," she wrinkled up her nose, staring up at him from her position on the ground. He walked to her, kneeling down until he was eye level.

"I will not hesitate to kill you," he hissed, his voice so close that his breath tickled her nose.

Her eyes widened in fear, but before Vegeta could do anything else, his gaze flickered upwards and he reluctantly stepped a few steps away from her.

"Frieza," the boy acknowledged coldly.

Bulma stood up, and ironically backed behind Vegeta when she saw Frieza. Beside Frieza stood Goku, and he looked completely lifeless; his gi was torn up, but his eyes were the most dead of all. Bulma felt the urge to rush at him and hug him dearly.

"Do not address me by such a casual name," Frieza retorted coolly, "You know to address me as Lord Frieza or Master. You are not an equal, boy."

Vegeta looked as if he wanted to lash back out, but completely surprised Bulma when he got on both of his knees.

"My apologies, Lord Frieza," he said. Bulma was amazed at how he managed to speak through such clenched teeth.

Vegeta stood back up, his eyes averted to the ground, but his countenance obviously with amplified anger.

"So it seems you have found the little earthling girl," Frieza mused. He addressed Bulma, "You thought you could go find your little friend Goku and escape? Oh, what an imagination," and laughed.

Bulma suddenly felt very silly, and she tore her gaze from him. Her anger got the best of her, however, and she balled her fists up as she stared at the wall. This monster had destroyed her world. He had killed so many people; he had killed her family and her friends. How can he get away with this?! Her mind screamed. She did not realize an aura had enveloped her and her ki had set off like a rocket.

"Something wrong?" Frieza looked quite surprised at the strength such a small girl displayed.

A spark of life seemed to enter Goku as he walked towards her. Bulma hand was shaking violently as she stared at Frieza hatefully, but Goku grabbed it gently, and stared her in the eyes.

"Don't," Goku said very quietly, very strictly, "There is nothing you can do, and I won't let you hurt yourself."

Bulma's eyes flickered to Goku back to Frieza, then back to Goku. Her face defleated when she realized he was absolutely right. Her aura settled down and she looked at Frieza once more.

"What do you want with us?"

One Month Later Lord Frieza was drumming his fingers in a distinct rhythmical pattern on the armrest of his throne; his ring finger hit the gold first, followed by his middle finger, then ended with his index finger. Every other time he would include his pinky in the pattern. His eyes were narrowed, and his eyebrows furrowed down with them as if he was contemplating something. There was a loud knock to his room, and a slave entered. The slave looked utterly frightened just to see Frieza, and he bowed very low that his nose reached the marble.

"Lord.. Lord Frieza," he squeaked, "Zarbon.. Zarbon would like to have a word with you."

Frieza's eyes settled on him lazily, "Send him in then."

"R-right away," the slave nearly set off at a sprint to get out.

Zarbon entered a minute later, bowing respectively to his Lord.

"News on those monkeys?" Frieza inquired.

"It appears they are all getting along quite well, my Lord. Even Vegeta displays a somewhat affection for that girl."

Frieza grimaced. Ever since Bulma and Goku had come onto the ship, it had made Frieza uneasy. There were now five Saiyans – all with the greatest potential to become extremely powerful, especially with their strength united. Vegeta, Goku, Bulma, Radditz, and Nappa. Bulma was not a full Saiyan, however, but was enough to be considered one of those monkeys. What if they became powerful all together to overthrow him? Frieza would die before he admitted they were a threat, though. Frieza had to keep them in line, and he had to split them up. And he had just the plan to do it too. He grinned maliciously, "I don't think they'll be much of a problem after I'm through with my plan, Zarbon."