Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters. I just write for fun and am not making any money off of this story. If you really want to sue me, then be my guest, but I assure you that there is nothing to sue me for. And even if you find something, I have no money my friend.

(Alternate universe (A/U) kind of like a life swap. Bulma is around age 15)

Strange Beauty

Chapter One

"Such strange beauty." Freeza fingered the young royal's hair. The temperamental teen slapped his hand away. "Bad move," Freeza commented, right before throwing Bulma into the wall, making a fresh dent. But Bulma knew, from years of service to Freeza, this was as far as it would go. He wouldn't want to terribly damage such a rare flower.

It was true that Princess Bulma was quite different from her fellow Saiya- jins. She did have the same brown tail that mirrored her moods, the same warriors' attitude, build and training. The thing that set her apart, were her eyes. They were deep pools of aqua, and she had the hair to match. Her curls cascaded down her back as a flowing waterfall, as the ocean. The ocean was one of the things that Saiya-jins did not have on their planet. Something of such purity would not have fit in their gloomy red home. This was what made people gaze at her in awe.

Freeza pulled Bulma back by her tail then turned her to face him, as she fought to conceal the fact that she was in pain. Crossing her arms, she impatiently waited for Freeza's orders.

"A little feisty today, hmm?" A smirk was plastered on his face. Bulma resisted the urge to rip it off. "Now go to your quarters and prepare, we will be reaching Chickyuu within the next hour."

Freeza then turned and stalked down the hall to brief the soldiers for the invasion. Walking down to her quarters, Bulma silently cursed her father for committing her to serving the Ice-jin. From a young age, she had been beaten, chided, belittled, and.. Bulma shuddered at the memories that refused to leave her head. Turning the corner, she entered her quarters.

A young servant girl was in the room and, startled at the princess's abrupt entrance, dropped the water pitcher she was holding. Bulma glared at the girl with ice in her eyes.

"Y.. your highness... I'm sorry... this will never happen again.."

"I'm sure it won't." She spat back. Bulma wasn't in the mood to deal with intolerant little children. The young girl began to scurry out of the room when Bulma stopped her.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"To refill your water pitcher your highness." She seemed to have regained her composure now.

"Did I give you leave to do that?" Bulma was extremely annoyed now. Very frightened, the girl replied meekly,

"No your highness, I thought to refill it that you would have a drin-"

"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME!"

"Your highness.. I..I did not intend to-"

"ENOUGH, you have my leave, NOW GO!" The girl slowly bowed to her mistress and backed out of the room. Bulma picked up the now empty pitcher and hurled it at the wall. *CRASH* She was definitely not in the mood to be crossed. Her tail swished angrily back and forth.

I hate being Freeza's little circus dog! That's all I'm worth to him, someone to do his dirty work for him, and if I fail to do his bidding, I'm beaten or worse. Is there nothing I can do about that? Of course not! "Don't talk back, don't fight back" I'm higher than that! I can do whatever the hell I want!

Thoughts like that droned on in her head as she stalked over to the windows and crossed her arms. But as soon as she caught a glimpse of the planet that was in front of her, all of those thoughts were pushed out. Her eyes were especially attracted to the mass of that rare color which covered more than half the planet. The ocean.

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I know it's short, the other chapters get longer, I promise!