Thirteen years have passed since the destruction of the Warrior Planet Vegeta. All but those few traveling saiyans, off-planet at the time, perished in the mysterious, violent explosion. Two princes, a royal guard, a common soldier, and a child escaped the blast that destroyed their homeworld…

Chichi's tail twitched as she watched the lone brontosaurus meander across the grassland, dark eyes narrowing as she plotted how best to take down the tasty beast. Her father would be thrilled if she brought home that much food for them! Ever since that giant monkey monster had stomped their castle home flat, it had been difficult to get enough to eat. She licked her lips, breath quickening as she tensed her muscles, prepared to spring.

A shadow fell over the little girl. A large shadow.

Chichi blinked, her blood running cold as she identified the brute looming above her.

"Uh oh…"

The tyrannosaurus roared, its massive jaws snapping shut on where the child had crouched only seconds before. Chichi untangled herself from her cape in a hurry, and was up and running. Fleeing from the tyrannosaurus, which had much larger, longer legs than she, was a feat.

Chichi shrieked and leapt forward, narrowly avoiding the beast's ferocious teeth as it snapped its gaping maw just behind her. She screamed again and forced her feet to move faster, tucking her tail closer behind her. If the dinosaur got a hold of that, she would be done for!

Mind racing even faster than her feet, Chichi tried to gain a little ground. If only she could get just a bit more ahead of the tyrannosaurus, she could take it down with the axe-blade on her helmet!

Suddenly, the behemoth of a predator slowed, as if distracted. It was her chance! The girl sprang forward, spinning around and grabbing the blade from the top of her helmet and whipping it at the dinosaur. Her lips tugged back over her teeth, a fierce grin on her face.

"That's what you get for not paying attention!" It had seen the lone brontosaurus. And that had cost it its life. The blade sliced through the tyrannosaurus's neck, chopping its head right off of its shoulders. Blood spurted from the creature's body, drenching her. Chichi threw up her arms and yelped as the hot liquid soaked her front. "EEW! EWW OH GROSS, AHH!" She staggered backward, trying to escape the dead lizard's aortic expulsions. At least it was fizzling out. "Now I'm covered in blood!" she wiped the liquid desperately from her face, disgusted by the sheer amount of it on her, flicking it from her gloves in utter disdain.

"Hey! I heard shout -" Chichi turned around, blinking and tensing as her large eyes landed on the strange young man. He skidded to a halt, eyes wide with terror. It probably had something to do with blood covering her face and armor.

"I don't -"

"Oh my God!" A fist collided with the side of her helmet. Chichi shook her head to get rid of the ringing noise caused by the blow, and crossed her arms, glowering up at the taller young man.

"Excuse me! Did no one ever tell you that you're not supposed to hit girls? Especially not Princesses!" She aimed a kick at the startled young man, "we aren't sparring and I didn't attack you! So whydidja hit me?" she chambered her lower leg, twisting her body and snapping her leg out to land a blow to the young man's rib cage. The man fell back on his rump with a yell, Chichi glaring down at him with arms sternly crossed over her chest, her tail flicking irritably.

"Princess?" Chichi raised an eyebrow. "I, uh..."

"Who are you anyway?" Chichi had purposefully puffed herself up, trying to make her young body appear bigger, clenching her fists and dropping into horse stance.

The young man held up a hand in surrender, scooting away from her.

"My name is Yamcha, and I'm uh, I am a traveler. Of sorts."

Chichi squinted at the teenager. Of sorts? That meant a bandit. The princess's expression grew grim.

"Bandits aren't welcome in this country," she snarled, lips pulling back over small yet clearly noticeable fangs. "I suggest you get out while I'm in a good mood."

Yamcha, if that was even his real name, waved his hand, looking terrified.

"Wait a minute! I'm not a bandit!"

Raising an eyebrow, the girl's fists dropped an infinitesimal amount. She hoped her face wore a clearly readable expression of "convince me." Apparently, it did. Yamcha laughed nervously, his face screwing up in doing so. "Yeah, uh, your father sent me to find you. He um, said that he needs you for a - "

"You're lying. I can tell." Chichi brushed some of the blood from her blue armor. It smeared, and she crinkled her nose in disgust. How gross! She rolled her eyes. "You don't smell like you were close to him at all. He didn't tell you to come find me." She sniffed, turning up her nose at him. "And since you lied, I've decided not to let you go."

"What?" The bandit squealed as Chichi grabbed his leg, dragging him along behind her even as he tried to snatch onto the ground and escape. Rolling her eyes, the girl plodded along, heading towards her kill. She hoisted the decapitated tyrannosaurus rex's tail, tucking the muscled appendage under her arm.

"I'll have to come back for the head later," Chichi cast a rueful glance at the bloodstained trophy. "It would look quite nice over the fireplace once we rebuild the castle."