Title: Memories of the First Encounter

A/N: I don't own DBZ and this will be the first and last time that I write that for this story (if I do more that is). I just got back into reading fic's and thought that I have a lot of spare time at school so why not? Also, a lot of this will be flashbacks of what has happened in the past, but trust me; you'll know what's going on in the present and what's in the past. Now, onto the first chapter!!

A slender female figure with a tail swaying side to side stood outside what had just been known as Krote, the last city to be destroyed on the planet Karwithea. A gust of wind fell upon the land, stirring up dust and small particles of debris. The figures striking blue hair flew back with the wind, lightly waving in the wind. Cerulean eyes scanned the horizon admiring her work of destruction. With a familiar smirk she narrowed her eyes, 'what a waste of time. Pathetic planet', she thought to her self. Her tail swished angrily. Turning on her heals the woman made her way back to the pod that she had arrived in only two days prior.

The space pod, oh how she hated her most recent invention. The contraption was small, cramped, and anything but comfortable. Her invention had been for short trips, not one's that lasted weeks on end or more. The metallic door opened and with a flop the female sat down. As the door closed upon her to trap her in she frowned. What had become of her? She was once a free going spirited girl. Now all that was left of her was an empty shell. Taking one last look at the deserted land she realized that the land that had just been purged reflected how she felt on the inside. Burned, tortured, shattered, but most of all hollow.

A voice disrupted her mournful thinking, "Lieutenant, we are awaiting your command to commence course back to Planet Cold, Sir". The voice was deep and raspy. Oh how he reminded her of him. Never would she let anyone know how much she had missed him. Putting her feelings aside she tapped her scouter and gave the conformation to head back.

Resting her head on the seat she closed her eyes sighing loudly. 'Three months…why did this infernal planet have to be so damn far away?' Taking the scouter off her mind wandered again to think of him against her will. She had always blocked him out of her thoughts, especially after their last encounter years ago. Drifting into a deep sleep she began to think about the first day they had met.

Dream/Flashback

The world had been informed one year ago by a white alien that Earths destruction would come if they did not surrender themselves. Naturally the planet refused the 'terrorists' antics and then began the arms race to produce weapons that would protect the people of Earth. Even though the top scientists produced many weapons, they were no match for the Saiyans strength and unusual fighting abilities and Earth was defeated quickly.

She could feel her heart pounding against her chest. Ruble was coming down on her from all sides. Capsule Corp. was falling in a heap. The blue haired vixen ran as fast as her slender legs would carry her. Turning right and left down various doorways and corridors, the scientist avoided the falling ruble, trying desperately to find a suitable hiding spot to avoid the monster coming after her. Turning down the main corridor of the building the scientist looked behind her to catch a glimpse of her soon to be captor and did not have time to dodge the metal, furniture, and sheet rock falling right in front of her. Screaming she fell to the ground under the ruble her last image was a short saiyan reaching for her with a devilish grin.

Awaking suddenly the scientist shot up immediately regretting the decision as all the blood rushed to her head. Placing a hand up to her head to steady herself and her vision she took the liberty of observing her surroundings. She was in a large metal room with no windows and no doors, a lone small light was on the ceiling, yet it flickered. Along with her were all the top scientists of Earth, but she seemed to be the only one awake or even alive. The conclusion was made that the white alien had wanted Earth's finest intelligence to work for him and were the only ones who evaded death. Realizing the she was one of the last of her kind she brought her knees closer to her, wrapping her arms around them and silently cried.

Her misery was cut short by a tall thick saiyan picking her up roughly and started to walk towards the door. She didn't put up a fuss; she was to overcome by sadness and hatred. The blue haired scientists hung limply over the saiyan's shoulder not paying any attention to where she was going.

The saiyan stopped in front of a large set of steel doors and pounded on them, sending a rumbling throughout the hallway. Opening the doors, she was carried into a white room. Looking around in her surroundings she noticed that everything in her sight was white. Walls, ceiling, floor, furniture, no color at all, and after deciding that the room was not worth investigating any further she tried to turn around. But the grip on her was to strong.

The burly saiyan walked up to Frezia and threw the blue haired girl to the floor. Snapping her head up quickly to look at the offending man she made quick use of her sharp tongue, "You son of a bitch! You didn't have to chuck me to the ground like I just poisoned you!" Opening her mouth to reveal another onslaught of disgraceful words she was stopped by a booming laugh. Turning around quickly she stood up preparing to run. Above her in nothing but a white chair was that white alien she had seen a year ago on a video message about Earths destruction. The scientist scrunched her face in disgusts, damn how had she not seen how revolting that thing could be?

"My, my Vegeta. You were right; she is a spit-fire" a sinister grin spreading across his face, Frezia then continued, "How delightful she will be as a permanent resident". Still glaring at the creature, she finally took notice of whom the ugly alien was speaking to. Doing a double take, she noticed that this was the same disgusting saiyan that had captured her on Earth; finally she had a name to place with the bastard. Small frame, same smirk that sent chills up her spine, and he just had to be glaring right at her with the same smirk. Again the vile white alien spoke, "Tell me my dear, are you not the famous Bulma Briefs". Slowly she returned her gaze to Frezia, "So what if I am? What use is it to you", straightening her pose and holding her head high she continued, "And what exactly would you want from her" she questioned again. The reply that she got was not one that she was expecting to hear, "Well, if I must say, I am her new master. She now currently belongs to be and will work for me. As well as she is the last Earthling and I wish to know if I should kill you where you stand or let you live", Frezia finished while rising and forming a small ki blast at the tip of his out stretched finger.

Bulma panicked, breathing rapidly she turned around and ran for the door. Frezia laughing in amusement decided to play with her. 'Almost to the door, get there and your safe' she kept telling herself. Frezia let some small ki blasts pointed near her to send sparks flying, but nothing to harm her. She was almost at the door when she skidded to a halt right in front of Frezia. With a shriek she fell backwards from the momentum and landed with a thud on the floor. Shaking in fear, she could hear him kneeling down in front of her, yet she refused to meet his gaze. A white stretched out finger lifted her head up by her chin. She saw nothing but sheer amusement in his eyes and a grin on his face. "Now why would you want to run away? You must not be what I'm looking for. To bad, you are such a pretty thing to look at. Maybe I will keep you as a toy, what do you think Vegeta?" Horror was written over her face. Mustering up enough courage to end her life she slapped him in the face, "You sick son of a bitch! How dare you talk to me that way, Bulma Briefs, Earth's finest and top scientists. I will do no such thing as 'service' you when and where you want it! I am NOT something to own!" With a grin Frezia rose muttering, "Very tempting indeed", and walked back to his seat.

Sitting down in his overly fluffy chair he hissed, "You Bulma Briefs are mine, I own you and you will work for me. My planet is primitive and we need technological advancements to conquer planets. That is where you come in and will provide necessary machinery that I demand. Now, Vegeta, take our lovely 'guest' to her new living quarters". The short saiyan had no problem in showing his displeasure about having to show her around the compound. Stalking passed Bulma with a menacing glare he walked towards the large doors and opened them. Turning to see what was taking the Earthling so long, he found her right where she had been originally. "Woman" he growled out, frustrated that she was delaying his training even further than Frieza had.

"Like hell I'm going with you! You're the one that brought me here, you were about to kill me!" Bulma screeched at him and moved further away from him. "I'm about to do just that if you don't get your ass in gear" came the reply as he burned holes into her. "You do not have to worry Bulma dear. Vegeta will not harm you unless you give him a sound reason to. Besides, you should get use to him as he will be the one you will go to for any reason. Unless that is, you would rather come to me", Frezia chuckled from both the interaction with Vegeta and the gasp that she let out at the mere thought of coming to him for something. Without a second thought Bulma scurried towards the door and a very pissed off.

Hearing Frezia's laughter as the doors shut behind them Bulma started to follow Vegeta who had kindly left her in a rush. "Hey w-wait" Bulma called out nervously and trailed after Vegeta. Roughly being shoved to the ground he spat at her, "Look here you worthless excuse of a living being. You will never come to me for help, questions, or anything of the sort, absolutely nothing. You are a waste of my time, I should be training and you're preventing me from doing just that. Now get out of my sight before I get blast you", with that said he turned on his heels and walked down the hallways making a right turn out of Bulma's sight. Trying to calm her breathing from her near death experience for the second time that day Bulma decided that from now on she could count on no one but herself. Saiyan's in particular, but more importantly Vegeta.

End Dream/Flashback

Startled from her sleep Bulma's eyes snapped open to the loud sound of the computers voice, "WARNING! WARNING!!! Impact in five….four….three….two….one…." Bulma had no time to brace herself for the unconventional landing. With a jolt the pod collided with Planet Cold causing a football size crater. Dust and dirt shot into the air at high altitudes over the docking port. The dust settled and still there was no sign of the passenger. Workers started to approach the dent in the ground to see a lone pod still unopened. One mechanic ventured down into the giant hole and cautiously moved forward. As he was about to touch the pod, the top opened and the female being emerged clad in Cold's warrior outfit of black spandex and a female purple tunic of armor. Crawling out of the pod, a dirty, bloody, and angry Bulma shot the mechanic in the chest with a beam. Muttering something about stupid Karpathians, Bulma walked out of the hole her pod had just created. Over coming the peak, she turned around; a white ball formed in the palm of her hand and shot the pod and the body again to incinerate them both. "Lieutenant, what happened" questioned Ruta, one of her companions on the mission.

"How the hell should I know that? It doesn't matter, the damn thing no longer exists" Bulma growled out to the violet haired warrior. Ruta was at best what Bulma considered a friend. She learned her first night on Planet Cold never to trust anyone. Ruta had violet hair, orange complexion complete will gills. She was one of the Zorathins from the Orion galaxy. They were a strong race, specializing in water combat. Ruth and Bulma met in training ten years ago and have since then gone on every purging mission together, trained together, and even lived near each other. "You are dismissed Ruta, remember that we have training in the morning" Bulma said to her and headed for Frezia to report the status of the mission and give him a brief overview.

Going through the compound was never an easy feat, but to Bulma it was just like home. She had accepted quite quickly that the other scientists were killed because they did not product results fast enough for the tyrant, and that her beloved Earth was destroyed minutes after leaving the planet. After a long walk across the base she arrived at Frezia's throne room and walked in unannounced. Strolling in Bulma witnessed Frezia communicating with another warrior on a screen on the wall. The conversation stopped abruptly and he turned around to look at the intruder. With the communication screen visible she saw a face she hadn't seen in eight long years.

So what do you all think? I have been thinking about doing this for a while, though now that I'm actually writing it it's a lot harder than I expected. Please let me know what you think. If anyone wants to be a beta reader than let me know. I'd be more than happy. Two minds are better than one! Hopefully I will have the second chapter up soon.