The last female saiyan.
prologue.
A small black silhouette quickly made its way up a banister and on to a balcony. Blank Persian eyes looking for signs of a guard. Once the figure realized there was no one coming any time soon a hate filled grin formed on it's beautiful young face. Her long canine incisors peeking over her bottom lip. " Looks like Uncle Vegeta didn't heed my words, how foolish of him and fortunate for me."
She made her way from the terrace to the French doors leading to her Uncle the king of planet Vegeta's bedroom. Quietly she broke the lock and slipped into the room, making sure she shut it lest a guard find her out. The kings suit was vast, befitting the sovern king of Vegeta. The walls were a rich brown with elegant paintings of diffrent assortments and colors. The floores covered in thick black fur rugs, and in the middle of the room stood a huge king sized cherry wood bed with brown and black satin sheets.
The figure kept towards the bed where she knew her uncle would be laying with his latest whore. "Disgusting its a wonder he hasn't contracted a disease, some of those whore's didn't even look like they showered a day in there life much less clean there crotch." Finally at the side of the huge bed she pulled a beautifully ornate dagger from her obi.
Vegeta must have sensed somithing wrong because he stirred awake. " Bulma what are you doing in my room!? Get Out" He roared. " Hello uncle, she purred. I told you there would be someone here to take your life by the end of the week did I not?" The king paled and as he went to get out of bed she slit his throat. In one flick of the knife the king was no more. " long live the king."
