Bulma had just come back from Kame house. She had just finished visiting her friends and it had been a while since she last seen Son Goku. She arrived at Capsule Corp late in the evening. It was a bit daunting seeing Goku after all those years. There he stood in front of them, with his son in arms. Little Gohan had been a bit shy, unlike his father, but he was the cutest little thing that Bulma had ever seen.
Bulma arrived in her room, and dropped on the bed. She looked around noticing that she still had Yamcha's photos all over the place. She sighed as she looked at the photos of her failed relationship. It wasn't over, although if you believe Bulma it must certainly was, but both Yamcha and Bulma knew that it was just a stupid fight. However, she was not about to make the first move and call him. No, instead she was going to stay here and sulk.
'Man, who would have thought Goku would become a father before me...' She thought sadly thinking back about her old friend. 'And here I am. 29 years old, no husband, no children. Ugh! I really should have used that wish years ago and found myself a perfect boyfriend.' With those depressing thoughts Bulma fell asleep.
A loud explosion had awaken her around 2 am. Bulma quickly ran towards her balcony seeing different explosion all over the city. "What the hell is going on?" Bulma thought she was dreaming for a few moments. She rubbed her eyes just to make sure she was actually awake. Unfortunately she was awake. Then in a few moments there was a man with black hair and some form of armor in front of her.
"Oh yea, you're perfect. The prince is going to love you." The stranger said.
Bulma wanted to screamed but she was too paralyzed with fear to move. Then the stranger grabbed her and was going to start to fly away when Bulma felt a ki blast hit the stranger. "What the-" The stranger looked down to see a man in an orange jumpsuit.
Bulma finally found her voice "Yamcha help me!" she screamed.
"Hey freak let her go!" Yamcha yelled back.
"I don't think so earthling. " Then the stranger raised one hand, in moments he had a huge blast in his hand. He threw at Yamcha and flew away.
Bulma didn't even had a chance to see if Yamcha was okay. This stranger was just kidnapping her and taking her who know where. She decided that if she was going die she might as well fight through it. "Let me go you stupid lunkhead!" Bulma was trying to hit the stranger on his back but it was useless. Then he noticed what the stranger had wrapped around his waist.
At first Bulma had thought it was weird fuzzy belt. However, she had been mistaken, it had been a tail! She tried to stretch for it. But it was no use, the stranger had a tight grip on her. "Let me go you monkey tail bastard!" She yelled trying to loosen the grip, but the stranger merely laugh and continued his journey.
Bulma was brought to a ship that was as big as a commercial airplane. She was put in some form of shackles with a bunch of other people. Some women, some men, no children and they were all in handcuffs.
"Alright maggots listen up. We're going to take you back to Ezar 204. So sit back and relax." Said the captain of the ship. He was another muscular stranger with a tail wrapped around his waist.
"What the hell is going on here? where are you taking us?" Piped up a man in a scruffy outfits. He had wounds around his body, still fresh.
"If you don't shut up I will have the pleasure of killing you." Said the muscular captain.
"Where the hell are we suppose to sit? There are no seats!" The scruffy man said now sounding less demanding. Also he was right. The ship had no seats just about 15 people, and all seem to be prisoners.
"Sit on each other for all I care."
Bulma sighed, there was no point in fighting and she knew it. She sat on the floor looking out the small window. The aircraft sat at idle for a really long time. Bulma was crying softly and then she was asleep.
"Earthling wake up. Wake up!" Bulma suddenly wake up to the sound of a rough voice.
"Where are we?" she rubbed her eyes to see her kidnapper. She was by herself, there was no one in left in the ship. "What's going on?" she asked softly.
"You need to be more presentable for the prince earthling. Get up!"
Bulma got up slowly, "You could be a little nicer to me!" She yelled at him.
"You dare talk to me like!" Then Bulma felt a giant hand slap her across the face. She fell on the floor from the force of the slap. She felt tears start forming in her eyes. "Now get up, and stop asking questions!" Barked the muscular kidnapper.
"You must be a real man to hit a girl like this." Bulma said, she closed her eyes knowing full well that she was about to get slap again. But the slap never came. Bulma opened her eyes to see a rather short man, with spiky hair, holding the giant arms of her kidnapper. He was wearing a red cape and had a smirk on.
"You're really going to hit my supposed present?" The caped man said.
"My prince! No I was just trying to to show her some manners m'lord!"
"Mind your own manners. Now escort the earthling to my chambers." The caped man was no longer his servants arm.
"But sire, your father ordered me to take her to the holding cell." He said nervously.
"You can choose to defy my father or you can you choose to defy me. Your choice. Either way, the earthling will be in my chambers." The caped man walked away, leaving Bulma and her kidnapper at awe.
