Prologue

Disclaimer: I don't own dbz but I wish I did.

Bulmas long aquamarine hair flowed gently in the morning breeze. She was standing atop her manors watchtower, waiting for her father to return from Vegitasei, their newest allies. Nowadays, everyone used hyperpod spaceships to get from planet to planet because their technology had evolved rapidly after the 3rd millennium. Consequentially, it was Bulma who had ushered the technology to a breakthrough, just months after her 7th birthday. Like her father, she was good with anything she put her mind to; a true scientist.

Her father, being the Head Scientist, had the job of accompanying the King of her planet to monitor, develop and expand the technology of their allied planets. Of course, Vegitasei was quite technologically advanced itself so their friendship was highly valued.

You see, most planets in the universe were either controlled by or opposed to Freiza. He was a Tyrant to most and for awhile had had Vegitasei's people, the Sayajins, as allies but they had turned against him and formed a new alliance with the most technologically advanced planets not under Freiza's influence. Thus, they had called on Earth to help them destroy Freiza.

Earth had been against Freiza from the very beginning and had successfully stayed out of reach because of their advanced combat techniques and weaponry. The earthlings were growing nervous by the minute now though, because of whisperings from the west quadrant that Freiza was gathering an army unheard of. Even though they had superb defenses, they still worried that the rumors were true because no matter how powerful the earthlings were, Freiza was still a formidable opponent to cross.

Bulma was confident in the power of her defenses, weaponry and soldiers but knew, in the back of her mind that something terrible would happen anyway. She was gifted with a powerful intuition and her instincts were sharper then a toothpick. You could say that there was something almost animalistic about her; the way that she acted and the way her senses were so attuned to danger.

"Something feels wrong." She whispered to the wind.