I DONT OWN DRAGON BALL Z

Prologue : When he met her.

You can see a small figure walking down the halls. A frown trademark never leaving his face, his red cape he wore proudly of his almost extinct race and his tail protectively around his small waist. He knew today of all days were different and he also knew that no one cared. Well almost no one. He still thinks one particular saiyan might change his mind.

He passed several warriors down the hall towards his "master's" wing. Each giving him deadly looks and mocking remarks about his race. He so badly wanted to teach them a lesson for even disrespecting the prince of all saiyans but he all knew too well that they were all stronger than he is. There were times that he didn't let that stopped him and he painfully learn the lesson of not talking back.

He stopped outside his "master's" door and stood there. what did I do this time,? I couldn't have done anything! I just came back from doing his stupid dirty work!! I haven't even gotten the chance of rest at all. He held his breath and went in.

"Hello my little 'Prince'" said the cold tyrant.