Bulma looked around, terrified. She looked at her mother and father lying unconsciously on the neatly trimmed grass. She looked up and saw the balloons flying up and couldnt help but let a tear fall freely down her rosy cheeks. It was her birthday! Why did this happen? All the little kids had fled with their parents. A few, like her, had hidden under the table. It had been the perfect birthday party. The Briefs had prepared everything to celebrate their belove daughter's 5th birthday. She had been delighted. There were countless gifts, loads of delicious food and candies to eat, her mother had bought a beautiful puffy blue dress. But it was all gone now. Everything had been ruined. She remembered as she had been doing the Clown's dance when suddenly, what felt like an earthquake attacked. Everyone had screamed and hid. Everything had happened so fast. She could remember two men, a tall one with long black hair, and a larger, obese and bald man, who came out of what looked like a space pod. Yes, that was what had caused the earthquake. She had hid under the table as the men approached her parents, who'd practically frozen at the sight of the men.
"Mr. Briefs. Sorry to interrupt the...celebration, but we've got orders," the bald man had said sardonically.
"Orders from who?" her father had said firmly.
"From King Vegeta, of course," the longer haired man had said matter-of-factly, "we'll be taking you now, but just so you dont cause us any trouble...we'll make sure you're not...conscious." With that, Bulma watched as her parents were shot and slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
"My...my...daughter," her father managed to mumble out.
"I'm sorry, sir. But we have strict orders to dispose of her. While your intelligence can be useful to our planet...another of your genious heir can become a technological threat to us," the bald man snickered.
"No...my little girl...Bulma." Those were her father's last words before passing out.
"Now where is that little brat?" the long haired man looked around impatiently.
"There's a buncha brats hiding under the table. Just drag them out and ask their names. Bulma...thats what her father called her," the bald man said, dragging out a little boy with dark hair who was terrified.
"Alright then," the long-haired man said while lifting up tables, uncovering the very afraid children from their safety. "Who's Bulma?" The children just stared at the man, speechless.
"She ran away this morning before her birthday. She was angry because she didnt get Flimsy the Clown." Bulma said. Now she was just five years old, but she knew damn well that they were looking for her to kill her. The only thing she was worried about was those kids snitching on her. But she was relieved to see they were just too scared to utter a word.
"Huh", the long-haired said looking around. It would take forever to find that little girl; and damn those humans for having such weak ki's. It took a mighty long time to get a full grown man by following his ki, imagine a pesty little girl.
"Is she smart? That...Bulma kid?" the long-haired man asked the rare-looking girl with blue hair.
Bulma laughed, "Who? Bulma? No. She's so dumb she wasnt even allowed to come into kindergarten. She's nothing like her father. People say that shes adopted. Uh-huh, thats what they say," Bulma said, hoping they would be convinced.
The bald man let out a hearty laugh, "Yeah right, the blond mother of hers was probably fooling around and pinned the kid on the poor genius guy."
"Shut up, Nappa," the long-haired man said rolling his eyes, "we need to find that brat."
"Aww, hell no. What for? Didnt you just hear she's a retard? I'm sure shes no threat. Let's get the hell outta here, this place makes me wann puke with all the fucking green shit and flowers," the large man, Nappa, complained with disgust.
The long-haired man sighed, "Guess you're right. No use wasting time for a harmless brat."
'What we doing with these boogers?" Nappa asked looking at the trembling children.
The long-haired man eyed them thoughtfully, "we could use some of them. Take the stronger ones and let the rest go. Leave the girls; they're too young."
Nappa did as he was told. In the end, there were only four terrified and angry boys who were considered qualified to work as servants in Vegitasei.
"Hey, Nappa. How about this girl. Look at her, shes gorgeous," the long-haired man said, picking Bulma up.
"Yeah, quite a beauty," Nappa said with a smirk, which revolted Bulma.
"Let go of me, you damn psycho!" Bulma tried to wriggle free from the man's hold.
"Well, well, a dirty little mouth we got for such a young girl," the long-haired man laughed, "whats your name, beautiful?"
Bulma panicked. She hadnt thought of that. Kami, help me! Bulma thought desperately.
"Celeste, sir", she said, hoping it wasnt obvious she was lying.
He stared at her, and for a moment she thought he'd realize that her hair was a lot like her fathers.
"Celeste. A beautiful name for a beautiful and disrespectful girl," he said with a smirk. Bulma let out a breath she didnt know she was holding. She smiled at the man. He wasnt as mean as she thought he'd be. In fact, she almost felt as thought he was already her big brother or uncle. She felt a bit guilty at the way she was thinking. This man had come and ruined her birthday party and attacked her parents.
"Listen, kid. I wont hurt you. But you're coming with us and you'll work for the king. And about your parents...welll, I was just carrying out orders," the man said as though he'd read her mind.
Bulma smiled once again as he put her down and took her hand.
"Where are we going?" she asked as they walked towards the weird-looking ship.
"To Vegitasei," the man said with a sigh, taking one last look around before they all entered and closed the door, "get ready for a long trip, Celeste."