The Chosen One
I never thought I had importance in the world. I was a simple receptionist for the King of all Saiyan's. I never stood out, I was never different and there wasn't anything special about me. So why was I chosen to save the world? I'm sorry I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Bulma Briefs, you can call me Bee for short, and I helped saved the planet.
Like I said I work as a receptionist for the King of all Saiyan's. I got that job by accident really. While I was a working at this little coffee shop after college graduation on planet Vegeta, King Vegeta came in with his young daughter and chocked on a piece of muffin I ran around the counter while everyone was freaking out and removed the muffin, he was so grateful he gave me the position as his receptionist. I gladly accepted because what did I, Bulma Briefs an engineer specialist, look like working at a coffee shop for my whole life.
Now that I had this high position I had a lot of responsibility, like getting the King his coffee, lunch, making sure all his daily tasks were met, etc. if you couldn't tell that was sarcasm, but how could I complain I was living in the palace and I had cute elite guard eye candy to look at. I think the only down side to this whole arrangement was the Prince. That kind was what people from my home planet, Earth, called a giant asshole. He was spoiled, entitled and disrespectful. He was about 3 years older then me and acted like he was 10 years younger when he didn't get what he wanted. How can you blame him though that's the life he was used to?
Look at me getting all off track, I'm supposed to be telling you how I helped save this planet. Well let's dive in then.