Prologue
"Their all gone. Everyone is gone." The small hum from the engine is all Bulma could hear from her small, dark confinement. Her outfit is worn, her once flowing white dress was now ripped and covered in dirt. Her navy blue flats covered in mud. Once vibrant hair, ranging from dark to sky blue hues with highlights of violet, was now tangled and had lost its volume. It was unlike Bulma to not be in a panic about her appearance, but after all she had witnessed all thoughts of what she looked like vanished.
They came into her house and killed her parents before she could process what was happening. It was too fast. They raided everything; taking goods and food, killing people at random. She thought she would die as well, but she didn't. When she got over her initial shock of what had happened she was hauled over a large alien's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. When recollection hit she started screaming frantically, clawing at the aliens back, kicking her feet wildly for release, her mind clouded with fear...and anger.
Anger was something that she had struggled with since childhood. Her mother had always said to control it, to never hate another person and let others foul intentions bind you. For it will be your downfall. Little did Bulma know that at that moment, her mother's words were absolutely true. If she had kept her composure, stayed calm, she could have saved herself, she could have saved them all. But she was blinded by rage, not that anyone could blame her.
The alien man had hit her in the bottom, hard. She cried out from the sudden stinging force that was sure to leave a bruise.
"Looks like we got ourselves a wild one, boys." The alien said to the few fellow comrades that were around.
Dread automatically filled Bulma as she envisioned herself being assaulted and raped to death by this group of male aliens. Her body began to tremble as fear overtook her once more. She again kicked and clawed more frantically, trying to rid herself of the man's strong hold.
"Stop! You stupid slut!" The man yelled before hitting her in the back of the neck, rendering her unconscious.
Bulma awoke to find herself in the little steal closet, so small she could not be able to lay down fully. Only a door and a small porthole window across from it, occupied her imprisonment. The pain in her neck, slowly became numb as she crawled towards the window. What she saw was the most glorious and beautiful thing her eyes had ever witnessed. Her home planet gleamed before her, radiating in all its majesty. It was only until she focused, could she see the small eruptions of fires and craters, that were once occupied by large cities. Her planet was under attack and she couldn't do anything about it.
She watched as numerous pod ships scurried towards the main ship she was being held captive on. When the last ship embarked, dread filled Bulma to the brim. Something terrible was about to happen, she wished she was wrong. Without a second to spare a giant orb of energy was released from the ship, enveloping her home world and then nothing.
Nothing. Nothing was there. No rubble. No debry. No world. No anything. Just blackness.
Something snapped inside Bulma that day, a single tear falling from her blue eyes. She silently whispered "They are all gone. They left me. I'm all alone. Gone. I'm all alone. They left. I'm all alone. Alone. The last one."