A/N: Yes, as some of you may have read this before, I am re-posting this story. This was written when I was 12 (almost 6 years ago). I have edited/added onto it, and I plan on hopefully continuing it. Please the excuse any spelling mistakes, I've reread this as many times as my eyes can handle and I don't have anybody to preview it for mistakes. :)

Disclamier: I do not own anything expect the idea of the story, everything else belongs to Akira Toriyama, Funimation, etc.

Prologue

"Daddy?" cried a little girl. "Daddy!" She screamed again. "Daddy where are you?"

"Over here Bulma-chan, it's ok." Her father replied as he wiped the dust off his glasses.

"Daddy! I'm scared! Where's mommy?" Bulma cried as she stumbled through the debri and tugged on her father's pants.

"Bulma-chan, it's ok. We'll find her, I promise. I would never leave you or your mommy." Dr. Briefs said as he pulled his daughter into a quick embrace. He let go and grabbed Bulma's hand as they walked through the rubble of what was left of Capsule Corp. with terror on the faces.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Screamed a woman.

"Mommy?!" yelled Bulma. "Daddy, daddy! We got to help mommy, what is something happens to her? You promised!" she cried "You promised to help mommy!"

"Bulma-chan, my dear, it's ok, We'll get her safe and sound." Dr.Briefs said. He lifted up his six year old daughter in his arms and ran towards the screams of the frightened woman.

"Mommy, are you alright?" Bulma asked as she jumped out of her fathers arms and ran towards her mother who was sprawled out on the ground.

"Hmpf." grunted a soldier walking towards them and stopped looking down towards Mrs. Briefs' and the little girl beside her. He raised a hand towards the elderly woman. "I suppose this is your mother, little brat?"

"Leave my mommy alone!" She yelled, running in between the man's hand and her mother.

"Smart brat you got there, Mrs. Briefs. What a shame it would be if the brat happened to... die?" The solider grinned.

"Stop it Nappa! You pathetic fool. You can't go killing the people we've been looking for! Ha! I guess your brains feel out with your hair." Out of the shadows came the voice of a small boy.

Bulma stared in awe at the men before her. Why would large solider be taking the orders of a child? She noticed how the boy had strange looking hair, it was jet black and stood straight up as if was defying the laws of gravity. Bulma cuddled closer to her mother and listened intentively to the conversation.

Nappa growled and bowed respectively to the small boy. "My apologies, Prince Vegeta. The little brat was being irritating."

"Nappa, if I was being irritating, would you just say 'What a shame it would be if the prince happened to die?'" The Saiyan prince smirked. "Well would you, Nappa?"

"Certainly not Prince Vegeta, I-" Nappa was cut off.

"Just what I thought," continued the Prince. "Now get these three on board the ship. We shall be heading to Vegeta-sei soon, and my father," he paused for a second and let out a small growl. "will not be happy if you're late."

"Yes, your majesty."

With that, Prince Vegeta had left as quick as he came.

"I'm bowing down to a 7 year-old, I've sunkin' so low." Nappa mumbled. Bulma heard. She thought about the man's words. 'A Prince? Only a year older than me? This should be interesting...'

"Ah!" She let out a small yelp as Nappa grabbed her arm, pulling her away from her mother. They were followed by her parents onto an old ship with a symbol posted on the side.

"You," Nappa spat, shoving Bulma towards a small red wooden door. "Will be staying there for the trip to Vegeta-sei," He said. "Your parents, will be staying in this room directly in front of yours." Nappa pointed to a similar blue door. "You are forbidden to go to the room straight down at the end of the hall. It is the Prince's room on the trip, and no one is to enter it. Got it brat? You shouldn't even be out of your room unless you are escorted by a saiyan or going to your parents room."

Bulma nodded at the commands and opened the door to her room. She looked around shocked at the sight before her. Her room was about the size of her living room back at home. She had a king sized bed in the middle of the back wall. Large transparent purple drapes hung off the sides of the bed. The room was surrounded by stuffed animals, bean bag cushions, colouring books and most importantly... toys, toys and toys! Every childs' dream! Her room was filled with probably every toy Earth had ever owned (or close enough to it).

"Oh my," Bulma's mother walked in after Bulma. "You sure are one lucky little girl, um…. minus the fact that our home was destroyed, we're trapped in a ship with a bald guy, Nappa is it, and an evil prince child with absolutely no manners at all..." Mrs. Brief's had spaced out quietly while Mr. Briefs and Bulma stared at her with a confused look.

Breaking the silence, Mr. Briefs decided to speak up. "Bunny dear, let's leave Bulma-chan to get some sleep. It's been a long day and we need to leave for her to get some peace."

Dr. and Mrs. Briefs bent down and kissed Bulma on each cheek. "Try to get some sleep dear, I'm sure things will be all right. We are right across the hall whenever you need us." Mrs. Briefs closed the door quietly behind them, heading to their own room to get the rest they needed as well.

While in Bulma's room….

Bulma wandered to a large oak dresser resting along the right wall. She pulled open the bottom drawer with ease and to her surprise inside was a neatly folded row of child sized pajamas. Bulma picked up a pair to her liking and changed into her new clothes. She walked up to the large mirror beside the dresser and smiled contently at the pink shirt and pants with rabbits on them.

Bulma ran and jumped on her bed and into her stuffed animal pile. She was having so much fun in her new room. She didn't realize all the danger that her and her family were in. Of course, she was only 6, but she would have to realize this soon enough.

Bulma lifted her head up and peaked over a giant teddy bear laying in front of her. Her eyes widened at the sight of the large window against the left wall. She walked over to her window and pressed her forehead against the glass. She looked in awe at the endless black universe around her. The sky sparkled with the bright stars scattered around the ship. "It's beautiful." Bulma whispered.

"Hmpf, shows what you know little girl," A voice grunted behind her. "The universe is anything but beautiful."

Bulma jumped and turned around quickly. She was startled to find the prince there. "I'm not little!" Bulma frowned. "I'm only a year younger than you!"

Prince Vegeta raised an eyebrow and looked at Bulma curiously. "How did you know my age?"

"That bald guy mumbled something about him bowing down to a 7 year old and that he had sunk so low… oops..." Bulma's eyes widened and she quickly covered her mouth. "I'm guessing I wasn't supposed to hear him say that."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "Nappa will have to be dealt with later, now you," He said pointing to her. "You are new here. So let me tell you one thing. My room and other rooms with a special symbol on them are NOT to be gone into! And especially a room with two large glass doors. It's a room only the royal family has access to and YOU shall stay out of it. Understand, girl?"

Bulma smiled, nodded and hopped onto her bed rustling up her purple cotton sheets. Prince Vegeta glared at her and slammed the door shut behind himself.

"How rude." Bulma noted. She sighed. 'Might as well get some sleep while I can.' She thought. She turned off her lights, cuddled inbetween the dozen of stuffed animals she had around her. Bulma smiled happily at the soothing warmth of her bed and like the snap of fingers, she was fast asleep.