An eight-year-old boy stood alone in the dark corridor. Staring at the huge doorway before him, his thoughts raced. The young warrior knew that all his worst fears were lurking in this room, in the form of the most ruthless barbarian in the universe.

Slowly, he hesitantly raised a trembling hand toward the handle, but froze. Memories begun to flood his mind, visions of what had gone before. Feeling the fear spread through his entire being, then the pain, having to look at those evil merciless eyes.

Suddenly the boy was torn from his thoughts, as a sharp sound reached his sensitive ears. He glanced up, and watched in horror as the handle was pulled from the other side.

Terrified, he couldn't move, as the door begun to creak as it was pulled open.

"NO, NO, no please, not again..Not again!

"Master??" "No". "Master!!" "No no no, huh?.. what?

"Master Vegeta, are you alright??" Vegeta, confused, glanced quickly about the room.

He let out a sigh of relief when his eyes confirmed that he was in his royal chambers.

*Not that stupid nightmare again*.

Sitting up, he glared at the guard. "Dammit slave! Who let you into my private quarters?!! Huh??"

The Saiyan guard shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a little ticked off, at the insult.

"Forgive me my lord, but the king requested your presence at a meeting"

Vegeta groaned, tired with the lack of sleep he had last night, and already annoyed with the low class soldier invading his privacy.

"What meeting? When?", vegeta spat

The other Saiyan flinched a little, recalling his master's notorious temper.

"His majesty, called a meeting to discuss the trade I belief", said the guard, his voice sounding almost apologetic, becoming uncomfortable under vegeta's penetrating stare.

"I was under the impression that you'd been informed…. it's…it's in an hour", the guard stuttered.

"One hour?? SHIT!!!, why didn't you tell me sooner??!!".

"Uh uh I, - I didn't know!, forgive…-…CRASH!!!!

The older saiyan didn't have a chance to finish, as he was sent flying into the wall with a ki blast.

"Now get out of my damn room, before I send your ass to hell!!"

The guard having righted himself from the painful position he'd landed in, shakily got to his feet.

"Something wrong with your ears??, move it", the young prince screamed"

The soldier, a little dazed, just managed to make it out of the room, as another blast followed, blowing the door to pieces.





"Bulmaaaa!!!" "Honey are you in here?"

Mrs briefs carefully made her way into the lab, trying not to trip over the wires and cables that covered the floor.

"Mum?" a voice asked from behind a pile of scrap?

"Bulma, there's a phone call for you dear"

"Oh, I'll take it in here ok?" "Ok hon", mrs briefs called, as she turned and left"

Bulma started to sort through some wires until, she came to the one needed, and plugged it into her home made phone"

"Hello?"

"Hey babe, what's up?"

"Hey Yamcha, nothing much, just working on some stuff"

"uh ..cool ..So you wanna come out with me tonight?, I got tickets for "mars invaders!!"

"Rrrr, Yamcha you never listen. I told you, I'll be helping my dad with the important project tonight?….remember???"

"Aww come on babe, we're sixteen!! We should be doing more fun stuff!"

"Whatever! I can't make it ok?"

"…So that's a no?"

"aaarrrrgggg" bulma yelled in frustration, and slammed the phone down.

Bulma sat down with her back against a large piece of scrap, and sighed.

*So what if I like to invent things*she thought to herself. Ok, it was true that most girls her age were hanging out at the mall or the arcade, but she was different.

She was often teased at school, for sitting in the playground, inventing some new gadget, instead of joining in the games.

"Is being a little different a bad thing?" she mumbled. "You say something bulma?"Her father yelled from across the lab.

"Uh no, must be your imagination dad".