Hello everyone! This is a new story that has been floating around in my mind;shoutout to my lovely beta-reader Mallie-3!

Chapter 1: Safe Place

She knew it was them…

There was no mistake about it. It had been a while since their last capture mission. She was only twelve years old at the time of their first arrival.

Why are they back?

Bulma, now seventeen years of age, rushed through the compound that she called home. She had to get to safety before they caught her.

Damn those Saiyans…

She snuck through the empty hallways as quietly as she possibly could. She had to make it downstairs and through the vault built by her father. If she made it there, she would be safe for the time being. Her father designed it to hide any power levels that were inside of its four walls.

She heard a crash. They were here; they were in her house. She started to panic. Why did they want to do this to innocent people? There was no time for her to reach safety, the only thing she could do at this point was hide and pray.

There was a spare bedroom that was a few doors down from her own. She darted into that room and searched for a place that she could hide. The closet was too obvious, and under the bed was cliché, anyone who watched a scary movie should know that's one of the first places that are searched. Her father gave her some advice: never hide where she herself would check.

She scanned around the room. Her eyes fell on a small compartment that was built into a night stand. It had extra covers that her mother placed there because there was no more room in her cluttered closet.

Bulma rushed over and pulled the contents out. She folded herself into a ball and squeezed into the small space. She placed the blankets back into their original spot. Thankfully she was a small framed, slender individual. Her body shook due to the horror that she remembered the last time they were here, her mother and father were beaten and abducted. After that, she realized she was truly alone. The thought of her being captured like her mother and father was unbearable. She hated to think about what they must be going through right now… She didn't know what could have possibly happened to her father, but her mother was most likely turned into some sort of sex slave. She didn't want to be degraded like that. It made her stomach churn at the thought of her being exploited like that.

What if they decided to kill her instead? Did they do her parents that way, or were they lucky enough to keep their lives?

"Bulma, get to safety. Do you remember our plan?" Dr. Brief asked his young daughter. He tried to hide his fear in his voice so she would stay calm.

"Yes, why aren't you and mom coming with me?" Little Bulma whined.

Dr. Brief's head hung low. "We will be there soon darling, just do as I say okay?" He muttered in a soft tone. He knew his fate doomed, but he needed to make sure his daughter had a chance.

Bulma Understood how dire the situation was and ran for her father's bunker. When she arrived, she pulled a hidden lever and revealed a tiny opening that concealed a trap door. Bulma opened the door and crawled down a ladder that led into a small room with an elevator door. Once inside, the door above shut itself. She pressed a button that opened the elevator's door. She stepped inside and began to ascent down into the bunker. Once inside, she walked over to multiple television screens that were mounted on the wall. Each screen had a room of the eyes focused on a screen that contained her mother and father. They were surrounded by large muscular men with armor and tales. Their hair was styled in a weird way. What were they doing here? She didn't remember her parents telling her that they were going to have company this afternoon.

Suddenly one of the men struck her father with his large calloused hands. Her father fell to his knees as blood spewed from his mouth. The burley saiyan hovered over her father and began to violently kick Dr. Brief in the side with his steel-toed shoe. The sound of ribs cracking and her father's screams rang throughout the compound.

"Daddy!" Bulma yelled as she grasped the screen with her small little fingers. Her number one protector needed protecting, and she couldn't do anything about it.

The same man struck her mother over the head, causing her to lose consciousness.

Her father saw that the man had her hoisted over his shoulder. He was heading out of the house toward his ship. "Leave her the fuck alone!" Brief demanded in an infuriated tone.

Bulma wept as she saw her father get brutally beaten until he passed out from the pain. His body was drug out of the compound by his ankles.

"No… please… please don't leave me here!"

Bulma snapped back into reality when she heard the door creaked open. The footsteps became closer and closer. She tried to slow down her breathing. She watched through the small holes that the blankets failed to cover up. The intruder searched through the room. After destroying most of the room, he headed toward the exit. Bulma let out a silent sigh of relief. This time she was lucky.

"I'm telling you, someone is here." A voice called out down the hallway.

A man with a deep raspy voice walked back into the room. "You all are fucking idiots. I have to do everything." He growled as he went through the room once more.

The saiyan bent down in front of the compartment that she was hiding in. He smirked as he placed his hand on the comforter.

"I've found you little human." He said in a low tone. He reached through the covers and grasped her arm. She began to flail to try to get free.

"Let me go!" She screamed. He brought her to her feet with his gloved hand.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be. Just be a good slave and do as I say." He as he restrained her against his body.

Bulma's brows furrowed. "I am not anyone's slave!" She screamed. Bulma kicked her foot backwards and managed to hit the man in his privates. He let go of her and groaned in pain. She ran out of the door and headed to the end of the hallway where the stairs were.

How dare they come into her house and call her a slave! She may be weaker, but she would not stand for their insults. She made it down the stairs and ran toward the exit. If she could get out of here then she could seek refuge in one of the abandoned houses nearby until they left.

She could see the door in sight, a shiver of relief flushed through her body. Her hands grasped the handle of the door. She made it. Her hand twisted the knob and she began to pull the door open as a sharp pain radiated through her skull. She became disoriented and fell to her knees. She looked above her only to see a black-haired man standing behind her with his white, gloved fist in a ball.

"Did you get her?" A man yelled from a few rooms away.

The prince grunted at the other bald-headed man that entered the room. Soon Bulma fell completely to the floor. The pain was too much for her to handle and she fell unconscious. Who knows, she could possibly see her father wherever they are planning on taking her.

-(L)-

Bulma's eyes cracked open and all she could see was a bright white light which caused a stabbing pain to go through her bruised head.

Where the hell was she? Did they bring her to a prison?

She lifted her aching body into a standing position and walked over to the sink and turned the faucet on. She scooped some water into her hands and washed it over her face. Boy did that feel good.

Her first instinct was to look for an escape route. Unfortunately, there was nothing much a concrete vent, a speaker, and a steel door with a small window. She walked over to the window and peeked through. The only thing in sight were towering doors that stood only a few feet apart. The walls were an off-white with matching grey trim. She moved positions to see if she could see anything else in sight. Nothing… She managed to see a glimpse of the black flooring. The epoxy coating made the tiles shine like a polished shoe. The surface had no grout lines or tile edges.

She began to bang on the door. Maybe that would get someone's attention…She paced back and forth, awaiting an answer. After what felt like forever, she became furious.

"I know there has to be someone out there!" She roared.

Bulma marched back over to the door. She hammered the solid surface with all of her might. After a few seconds, a man with hair that had many strands pointing wildly in all directions called through the door.

"Um, ma'am, please keep quiet, you'll get us all in trouble." He said in a generous tone. A tail whipped behind him.

How could he be a saiyan? He seems so sweet… Maybe it's all a ploy.

Bulma hesitated.

Could she really trust him after all that she had witnessed?

She stood quietly. The man behind the window gave her an unsteady look.

"Are you okay?" He questioned the captivated woman.

Well she could either take a stab in the dark and trust him, or she could remain quiet and continue to worry about where the hell she was.

Bulma's eyes settled on the saiyan's. "Where am I? Please… Please tell me…" She begged.

This whole situation was becoming unbearable. She didn't know what would happen to her. If he told her where she was, maybe she could prepare herself a little more.

The man scratched his head. He looked more confused that she did. "Um, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell you or not..." He nervously giggled. "Oh, what could it hurt, right?" He stepped closer to the door and motioned for her to come over to the window.

Bulma stood in front of the door. "We are on a ship that will soon arrive in universe seven." He said in a hushed tone. What the hell was universe seven? She only knew of the planets in the solar system, not other universes.

"What is in universe seven?" Bulma asked the man on the other side of the door.

He grasped his chin with his left hand. "Maybe I've said too much already…" He stated. Bulma started to tear up. What could she really do from in here?

"Please, just tell me. What can I do from behind this door. I don't have the power to get out of this room." Bulma pleaded with the light-hearted saiyan.

He sighed and gave her a small understanding smile. "We are about to land on Planet Vegeta. That's the home of all of the Saiyans." He explained.

Why would they be taking her there?

It's not like they really cared about humans after all. They aren't prized possessions or anything. Bulma whimpered a little and looked at him with tear filled eyes.

"Why am I being brought here?" She wiped the tears from her eyes to make him feel a little pity for her.

He shrugged his shoulders. He knew that Bulma wouldn't just come here to live, they had a plan for her. "Well, I hate to say it, but you will either be sold to other species, or left on Planet Vegeta as a sex slave."

Bulma's heart dropped at the words that he had just said. When the other man on planet earth called her a slave, he really meant it.

He got as close as possible to the glass and motioned for her to put her ear against the window. "I don't agree with their actions. Personally, I would have just left Earth alone. You all seem pretty nice." He really didn't sound like a saiyan at all. He was so sweet and kind to her.

"What's your name?" He asked in a soft voice, still trying to keep quiet.

Bulma gave him a small smile, this conversation made her feel a little bit better for the time being.

"My name is Bulma, what's your name?" She answered in a hoarse voice.

The saiyan's face lit up. "My name is Goku, it's nice to meet you!" He said closing his eyes and extending his hand to give her a hand shake. He then realized the obstacle that stood between him that wouldn't allow him to complete that action.

Bulma giggle a little at his bubbly personality. Goku seemed so sweet.

What was he doing on this ship?

"Well, it was nice talking to you Bulma. I have to go now; the ship is about to land. You might want to sit down, it might get a little bumpy." Goku started walking and waving his hand behind him.

After a some time the ship began to shift, and she felt a few slight bumps during what she assumed was the landing.

A loud voice came over the speaker. "All troops get to your assigned halls and wait for further instruction. We have arrived at Planet Vegeta."

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Again, I would like to say thank you to Mallie-3 for being so willing to help me, you are the best! Hopefully I will have another one out soon! Love, Kuran98