DISCLAIMER:Okay, if ya'll actually think I own DBZ, you're crazy. I only WISH I owned the rights to dbz. Unfortunately, Funimation beat me to Akira Toriyama. ~_~

This is my first attempt at writing a fic, so let me know what ya'll think!

~*~*~Prologue~*~*~

Faster Bulma....you HAVE to run faster!!! She thought frantically to herself.

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It had been two months since the saiyans arrived. She had come home from a trip to the mall to find her home trashed. Her parents were tied up in a corner. Her mother was just slumped up against her husband, unconscious. She glanced at her father...his face was ashen with fear. His eyes pleaded with her to just turn around and run out of there, but she couldn't just leave them, could she? She glanced around the room...no one seemed to be around although she could hear their footsteps and other sounds in the rooms above her. She made her way quickly over to her mother and father. She pulled down the gags that were preventing her parents from speaking, not like her mother could anyway...

"What happened here?" she asked her father.

"They just showed up out of nowhere. At first I just thought they were prospective investors for the new invention I was working on...although their clothes did seem rather strange. Next thing I knew they were trashing the place. One of them came across some blueprints of yours and started asking questions. I didn't know what they were for, so I stated they must be my daughters. They want you Bulma; they want to take you back to wherever they came from so that you can work for them. You have to get out of here! Run Bulma, and don't look back!!!"

Her eyes filled with both fear and uncertainty, but one pleading look from her father was all she needed. She nodded with determination. She ran to the door of her work office. She peeked in quickly making sure no one was in there before going inside. She went straight over to her desk and reached underneath. Pressing a small button, a secret compartment in the bookcase opened up revealing a small safe. She quickly entered the combination and opened it. Inside was a small capsule box filled with all sorts of different capsules, some containing un-perishable foods, others had furniture, some had clothes, and others were methods of transportation. One major one was a one-bedroom house complete with bathroom and kitchen. She never thought she would need to use it. She had hid them in there along with a small bundle of cash a couple years back. She had planned on running away after getting into a bad fight with her parents. After things had settled down, she simply left it there, just in case. She grabbed the capsules and the cash and placed them in her purse.

Going back to the door, she double-checked to make sure no one was there. As she stepped out into the living room, she took one more look at her parents. This time, something was different. Her mother was no longer slumped over, but her eyes were open and she was looking around in fright. It was then that Bulma realized that she never untied them. They should have a chance to escape too! And with that in mind she quickly ran over to them. Having trouble with undoing the knots, she dug through her purse and pulled a pair of cuticle scissors out. She worked a couple threads at a time trying to cut through the thick rope.

"Bulma! What are you doing? Get out of here now!!!"

"No Dad, I can't just leave you here...you deserve as much of a chance as me! Plus, I'm already a forth of the way through the thickness...there's only a little bit more."

"Bulma, honey, please! You are my only daughter, I would rather die then see you dragged off to some foreign planet to be used as a slave. Please, just leave us, we'll be fine," her father pleaded.

She glanced at her mother with tears in her eyes. Looking to her father, her eyes begged him to understand her defiance, "I WON'T leave you! I WON'T!!!"

Her mother looked at her just then. She had a determination in her eyes that dared anyone to oppose her, yet when she spoke, it was in the same ditzy, sweet voice, "Bulma dear, listen to your father. There is no point in us losing you that way. If we HAVE to lose you, we want to know that you at least have a chance at happiness. We would never want to have to remember you as a slave, even if it is because you're a genius. Plus, we don't know who these people are, and why they want you! What if they want to use your intellect in a way that could harm others? Bulma, leave NOW! Get out of here...just know, we will always love you!"

Bulma nodded her agreement. She slipped the scissors into her mother's hand, wanting them to at least have a fair chance. She leaned in and kissed her father's cheek and her mother's forehead, before gathering her purse and getting up to leave. She ran towards the door but the voice she heard stopped her in her tracks.

"Hey, are you Bulma?" the voice sounded warm and gentle.

She turned around to face the voice. The man she found before her did not look threatening at all. He was much taller than her 5 feet 2 inches. She assumed he was somewhere over 6 feet tall. Clothing resembling some type of armor covered his muscular body. She knew in an instant, if he wanted to, he could crush her in-between his thumb and forefinger. Yet, he had such an innocent and childlike face that she doubted he would. She glanced into his eyes and saw such gentleness there. She was tempted to stay and speak with this man, but the yell she heard from upstairs sent her speeding out the door before the man knew she was missing.

"KAKAROT!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE??? HAVE YOU FOUND SOMETHING OR NOT?" an angry voice yelled down the stairs.

"Yeah, there's a girl down here," he said and in a flash the man was standing before him. "Miss, I'd like you to meet....huh?!? Hey, where'd she go? I could have sworn she was here just a minute ago..." he said scratching the back of his head.

"Kakarot, sometimes you can be such an idiot. You just better hope that wasn't this, Briefs woman," he said in a low, threatening tone.

Kakarot backed away just a little bit putting his hands up in front of him, "Come on Vegeta, don't worry. If it was, we'll find her! Plus, she couldn't have gotten far."

Vegeta smirked, "Well, no matter...no one can hide from the Prince of Saiyans for long."

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She couldn't believe she had managed to evade them as long as she had. She thought for sure after she heard the angry shout from the top of the stairs that she was done for...but apparently, the gentle-spoken young man had been distracted enough by it as well for her to make her escape. So for two months she had been running....living in various locations in her capsulated home. She would spend one week living in the middle of a forest, then she'd encapsulate everything, get out a car and drive 50 miles to some other secluded area where she'd set up "home." This time, she had found one particular spot she just loved. It was in a clearing in a forest with a lovely waterfall nearby, she had already been running two months and figured if they were going to find her, they would have by now. She had thought, more accurately hoped, that they had given up the chase. Since she favored this one spot so much, she had decided she would stay just one extra week before leaving again, after all if they were after her, she wanted to remain safe.

Deciding on spoiling herself with that one extra week was her downfall. She hadn't even made it 4 days into the second week before they were after her. Now here she was, running through the woods, having left everything behind, with 2 saiyans hot on her trail.

Faster Bulma....you HAVE to run faster!!! COME ON...I know you aren't THAT old! She had to stay ahead...she HAD to! She ran as fast as her feet could carry her jumping over logs, through bushes, and dodging under branches. She heard a twig snap not even 20 feet behind her.

CRAP!!! This is NOT good!!! COME ON BULMA, THEY'RE GAINING ON YOU!!! She averted her eyes behind her for one minute to see if she could spot them, next thing she knew she ran straight into something.

Way to go Bulma, run right into a tree why don't ya?!? She would have laughed out loud if it wasn't for the fear-induced adrenaline running through her body, and the fact her vision was very clouded after hitting that tree. As she moved to go around the tree she had run into, she found she couldn't move. It was then that she realized she must be tangled in its branches. She shook her head to clear her vision and tried to untangle herself but only seemed to get further lost in the tightness of the branches. Something isn't quite right...but I can't seem to put my finger on it. She rubbed at her eyes willing her vision to return to normal. Why don't my arms hurt? They should be scratched and raw after trying to get out of these branches.

"Is something wrong, Woman?" a man chuckled glancing down at her with a smirk.

Suddenly her vision returned full force, and with horror, she looked up and realized it wasn't a tree that held her in its grasp. "I...I...y-you...uh..." she mumbled. Oh crap... she thought as her world turned black.

Okay, well what did you guys think? If you guys are nice, I might just finish posting my other 3 chapters! Review please!!! I really am curious to know what ya'll think! Thankies!!!

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