Author's Notes:
Hi everyone! I'm finally back after a two year break. This is my new Bulma and Vegeta fanfic. It is set in about.... 1800 A.D earth years. I hope you like this. Enjoy!
Prologue:
The Sun began to descend as night fell towards the land. A deep shade of crimson pink illuminated the ample sky. Soraya looked across her once graceful kingdom, standing on her balcony. A subtle wind blew against her sleek blue hair, making her shiver as she could feel a sense of doom lurking inside of her. In her arms, she held a young girl, the age of three. Soraya shivered as she felt the breeze haunting her, and tightened her embrace around her child. She anxiously walked away from the balcony, pacing back and forth. Suddenly, the hefty wooden doors of her quarters opened and a dozen guards marched in. One of the guards walked right in front of Soraya and bowed down to her feet.
"Princess Soraya, I must bring you the bad news that the warriors of Frieza have arrived. There is nothing we can do. You must escape immediately before they capture you."
Soraya shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere! If the fate of my people lies in the hands of Frieza, then I will be among them!" She then handed her child to the guard. "I want you to go and take care of my daughter, Bulma. I do not want anything to happen to her. I love her more than anything in this world, and I would not want to live to see her die along with every other innocent person on this planet."
After saying that, Soraya turned away; tears began flooding down her cheeks.
The guard, Nikeyu, looked at the cute infant and then bowed. "As you wish, my princess, I will take care of your child as if she was my own," the guard said reassuringly. He then turned around, his black cape swiveling with the motion of his body, and walked away from the presence of the princess. He walked into the blackness of the night and flew away on a spaceship, trying to get as far as he could from the planet of Saijin.
Two years later…
Little Bulma wiped the tears away from her eyes. She was rather confused about what exactly was happening around her. In front of her, lay Nikeyu. Dead. Surrounding him were people mourning over his body. Bulma stared at all those people. Some of them had tears in their eyes; others' eyes just stared out into space looking very miserable. Bulma felt scared. Nikeyu had taken care of her for as long as she could remember. She had no memory of her past. She only remembered the years she spent with Nikeyu. Bulma reached out her hand, clutching the pendant around her neck tensely. She had no idea what was going to happen to her now that Nikeyu had died. She just hoped she could be happy…