Bulma looked at herself in the mirror one last time before the show started. She wasn't wearing any shoes. She was wearing booty shorts. They were so short they showed half her ass. Underneath them Bulma had a black lacy thong. For a top she wore a loose crop top with a bra two sizes to small. With only some lipstick and mascara. Bulma let out a deep sigh.

Bulma didn't want her life like this. But the universe had a different plan for her. She was taken from Earth when she was 16 and sold to slavery for her beauty and intelligence. 'when she was sold her intellect was overlooked and she was shipped to this club.

On her way here an older woman gave her a blessing. All the men that would kiss her would have a black mark appear on their shoulder. Then as fast as it came it vanished. This mark means that they would loose all sexual thoughts and then die in one month from a common disease. But, if a mark doesn't show then that means that is her "true love". Bulma didn't believe in all this true love business. She even had her doubts on love.

"Bulma get your ass out here! You're on!" Yamcha yelled out.

"Yes Master," Bulma snapped sarcastically.

Bulma then stood up and walked out of her room and to the curtain that divided her safety to the animals on the other side. She took a deep breath. 'Your are doing this for your lost planet Bulma' She thought to herself before she opened the curtain.

Her music started and she walked over to her pole. And there sat the Prince of All Saiyans.

Vegeta had been sitting in this club for an hour and he was completely bored.

After loosing a bet to his father the Prince decided to take his loses and get this over with.

The Prince was to stay in this club for at least 6 hours or until he found a concubine to bring to the castle.

Vegeta was thinking of grabbing the first woman he saw but he didn't want to touch a single ugly thing in this room.

Then a song came on and the lights became a mix of light and dark blue and a very beautiful Onna walk twords him. She couldn't have been a worker here. Nope she was there was a strip of black around her ankle claiming her as a slave.

Bulma started dancing and every sway of her hips every blink blink and breath just drew Vegeta in closer getting lost in the Jungle of her beauty. He wanted to go up onto the stage and claim her as his right then and there but other people here. Too many people in his opinion. As he looked around he saw every pair of eyes upon this slave. His future concubine.

Vegeta stood and walked over to a scar-faced man who had a name tag on his gi.

Manager

Yamcha

" I will buy that slave over there on floor 6," Vegeta said.

Yamcha, being the idiot he was, did not recognize that he was talking to THE prince of all Saiyans.

"Sorry sir but Bulma is not for sale." Yamcha replied not taking his eyes off of Bulma for a second.

"Listen here 3rd class clown. You are talking to the Prince of All Saiyans. Know give me that onna or I will kill you and blow up this place." Vegeta snarled. 'Hmmmm...I should have just blown this place up in the first place', Vegeta thought.

"Okay..Okay...You can take her for free just leave this place right now please." Yamcha sobbed choking on his tears.

"With pleasure," Vegeta snarled before grabbing Bulma and flying to his castle.

"What the hell put me down you big jerk," Bulma snarled to Vegeta.

"Shut up. You belong to me, my concubine. You will obey my every command. When you are not being chained to your bed," Vegeta snapped.

"No,"Bulma whispered.

"Did you just say no to me?"

" Yeah", Bulma yelled.

Vegeta just flew faster to the castle.