Disclaimer: I do not own DB, DBZ, DBK, the characters involved, the Saiyans, etc. I own only my plot and this is nothing but a mere fanfiction, written for my pleasure and, if I don't screw it up, yours.

Rating: M. Definitely.

POV: Bulma's.

Pairing: Vegeta/Bulma. THOUGH not the way you would think.

Context: This is my first attempt at writting a DBZ AU, so I really hope I won't mess up! To sum up a little, here Frieza did not put his purple nose into the Saiyans' lives, hence allowing their empire to expand, and expand, and expand, and Vegeta to be made king at his father's death. Also, something I've been dying to do, Goku did NOT hit his head, which, as you may guess, is bound to interfere a lot in Earth's fate. The rest will be explained by Bulma herself in the next lines.

Warning: Though I consider myself fluent in Engligh, it is not my mothertongue (French is), so there may be some stupid mistakes walking their merry way into my chapters. If you spot one, don't hesitate to point it out in a PM or a review, so I can correct it ASAP. Just be polite about it, since there is no need to call me an idiot who couldn't spell to save her life because I forgot a S somewhere, is it? XD Oh, and a last little warning for those who might have read Addiction and/or Unhealthy: this one will be different from them, it's gonna be darker than what I use to write. I had this in my mind and, since I've never written a dark fanfic, I thought "Gee, let's do it" :P

In Another World
Chapter 1: The beginning of the end

My name is Bulma.

I used to have a nice, quiet life. My family was wealthy, very wealthy, thanks to my father being one of the top scientist in the entire world. I suppose I've been quite spoiled as a baby, as a child, and as a teenager. I thought I'd be spoiled as a young adult too, then as an adult, and then as a senior. To be lucky and spoiled until my very last breath was my destiny.

I couldn't have been more mistaken.

Things started to go wrong around the day I turned nineteen.

At first, nobody - including myself - worried. The news just kept talking about a boy. Two things were wrong about that boy: firstly, he had some sort of a monkey tail, and, secondly, he was incredibly strong despite being so young and so little. Now, nobody would've cared if the dark-haired boy didn't spend his whole time going on crazy rampages, leaving terrible damages and numerous deaths behind him. It was insane to think that a boy who looked like he was merely twelve years old was causing such troubles and proven himself to be so unstoppable.

Because they tried, of course, to stop him. The police, the army, the special forces, the secret agencies. The whole alphabet tried to catch that boy, but none of them could. He was too fast, too agile, too strong. He was nothing but a little pest, annoying but impossible to kill like the fly that you can't smash on the wall. Of course, the government tried to convince us that he was nothing but some lunatic that would either be stopped soon, or that would stop this whole thing by himself. Probably he was doing drugs or something, they said.

I don't know about the others, but I didn't quite buy that story.

And then one night...

The moon was full. I used to believe that full moon was romantic and sweet - now I think of the full moon as the symbol of a bloodbath.

If the police, army and government thought the boy was hard to catch, I prefer not to imagine what they thought of the monster he became that night. Some sort of a giant, mindless, and ridiculously powerful monkey. Buildings, cars, people: he smashed and blasted them without any effort. People ran around, trying to hide and escape - I saw so many of them jumping into their cars, but to go where? The army's biggest weapons were powerless against him. So many people, including my parents, died that full-moon night.

After that night, there was no point in us trying to fight back: he, single-handedly, had crushed our soldiers like they were nothing. Most people that could've been considered able to fight back were dead or very badly wounded, so badly wounded that they had no hope of doing anything to help us. Few days after that terrible, bloody night that Earth would never forget, they came. Their ships flew through out atmosphere, crushing the ground like a meteor wherever they landed. Dark-haired men with brown monkey tails came to join that boy. They called him Kakarot.

He was congratulated by them for crushing Earth's defenses so easily and so quickly. And then they said, on our TV, on our radio, that the planet belonged to them now. That whoever would be foolish enough to try and take back Earth would be stopped with brutal force. We believed them, we had seen their brutal force. And, besides... we have nobody left to fight back.

They started to raid and scavenge the Earth. Not only did they take our resources - water, food, metals, everything - to ship them to their planet, but after a short while, we came to realize that they were also taking away people. Men, women, even children: they did not care. They picked them, and boarded them on ships to be sent to their planet, along with the resources they stole from us.

They had been in control of Earth for about four months when a warrior blasted my door opened and seized me with such a firm grip that I thought he had broken some of my bones. I tried to resist, of course, who wouldn't? But it was hopeless. I struggled, and he held me more strongly, taking my hits to his chest and face like they were nothing. I screamed, shouted for help, and he covered my mouth with his gloved hand. I cried, tears ran down my cheeks, and he laughed as he was dragging me towards a ship.

I was pushed into a cell, along with about twenty other people.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked. "What are they going to do to us, those crazy bastards?"
"What do you think?" a woman spat bitterly to me. "This is slavery. We're not people to them, we're just some other resource they are free to pick."

My blood turned to ice. Slavery? I was to be made a slave? Nobody on Earth ever talked about what happened to those who were caught by these monkey men. Nobody wanted to even think about it, we were all afraid to find out way too soon for our liking. I started to panic... to say the least.

"Woh, woh, woh! I can't be made a slave, what the hell are they thinking? Can't they see the way I look? I'm not suited for manual work!"

The woman raised an eyebrow.

"Use your brain, Miss Briefs. Aren't you supposed to be a genius?"

I frowned. No, she couldn't possibly mean...

"They are a lot like us beside their tail," she coldly continued. "And you're young and pretty. Take a guess."
"B-but don't they have their own-"

I screamed in surprise and fell on the floor with many others when the ship suddenly took off. While the others got back on their feet, I stayed on the floor. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. The only other thing that I could do was think. I thought about what kind of problem God had with me to put me through such thing. I couldn't find out, so I simply closed my eyes and did what I had never did before in my entire life: I prayed. I had never prayed before, I didn't need to. But, now, as those terrifying warriors were taking me away from my beautiful life and beloved planet, I did feel the need to pray.

I prayed that it was just a dream, but it did not fade away. I prayed that the ship ended up with a technical problem forcing them to go back to Earth so that maybe, I could escape. When it did not happen either, I...

I prayed that they would kill me instead of keeping me.

Somebody was shaking me.

"Hey. Miss Briefs!"

The person shook me harder. I had fallen asleep, I had slept, so maybe it hadn't happened! I opened my eyes, filled with hope, only to meet with an unknown man's green ones.

"We're landing, you'd better wake up before they wake you up."

Landing? It felt like we were falling.

"B-but..." I started off, confuse. "How close is their planet, I barely closed my eyes!"
"They all put us to sleep for the trip. Here, I'll-"

He kindly helped me to get on my feet, which wasn't bad since my whole body felt so numb and stiff after my long, forced sleep on a corner of that hard floor, but we all fell on the floor seconds later, when the ship landed - almost crashed - on the ground. Maybe, just maybe, I could escape on our way to wherever we were going, and hide somewhere while they searched, and then steal a space ship and go back to Earth.

I forgot any evasion plan when I saw them. Twenty warriors in their blue suits and white armours, one for each one of us. There was no way I was getting away from all these monsters. The one that caught me was the only bald one, and also the tallest and biggest. My whole body could barely be wrapped around his waist, and he was almost twice as tall as I was. He seized me very violently with one of his huge hands, pulling me very violently out of the cell, and we went outside.

I looked around as much as I could. Not very far away, I could see a huge, fortified building that looked very much like a castle. People were flying in the sky, houses were all white and square, but other than that, I felt like I was on Earth. There was oxygen to breathe, a blue sky upon our heads, trees and grass in the distance.

They seemed to have a beautiful planet. Why take ours? I even saw a female outside her house with a little girl, so they had their own women, why, why take us?

"You're very beautiful," the oversized warrior grunted at me, smirking and glancing down to look at me more carefully. "I hope that king Vegeta lets me have you."
"Wait until I bite your dick off your body, you won't be so eager to be with me," I snapped back.

He laughed very loud. Surely he wasn't supposed to be the most clever one of his race, or else it was a wonder how they had managed to craft such technology.

"And you won't be so smart-mouthed when you meet him."

I remained silent and kept my head high. I was determined to keep my dignity as long as I could, and to bring Hell to whoever wanted to touch me.

We were separated in the palace: the men and children were pulled to the left, and the women continued on a straight line. The room in which we stopped was very large and dark: it took me a short moment to notice the throne, and remembered the king mentionned by the guy holding me. The door to the other side of the room was opened, and another of these monsters entered.

He didn't have a crown, but I knew it was him nonetheless. He was shorter than the others, yet he scared me even more. We were forced to step aside and "my" warrior freed my arm, allowing blood to flow normally, at long last. The king walked in front of the row we formed, looking carefully at each and every one of us. I didn't understand what he was doing until he stopped in front of me with an hungry look on his face. He was picking his favourite, or something like that. As the king, he surely got to choose first, like the lion eating before the female even though she's the one hunting the food. One of us would have to be with him tonight. I moved back, as much as I could. The furthest I could be from him, the better.

He moved his hand to touch either my face or my long hair, and I slapped it away. Though he did nothing but look slightly amused, the man behind me reacted far more, gripping my hair so firmly and violently that tears came up my eyes.

"Nappa!" the king coldly snapped.

He immediately released me, but I still glared daggers at that Vegeta guy. Smirking with content, he made a nod towards me.

"That one shall me mine," he said. "Have the elites pick among the others."

I frowned. Was he stupid, or what? He didn't seem stupid, the way he spoke actually made him sound quite clever. But he had to be stupid to purposely choose the one that had resisted the most to his touch.

If he thought it would be funny and challenging to break me, then he had another thing coming. Oh, sure it would be challenging.

But I couldn't guarantee it was going to be funny.

End of the chapter: Hop hop hop. I hope you liked it, please let me know what you think because it's my first attempt at writting such a fic! ^^