The 7 year old blue tailed traiyan princess stomped towards her father's throne room. The traiyan race was one of two. The traiyans and their closely related relatives the saiyans were both ruthless warrior races. They were both ruled over by royal families. King Vegeta ruled over the saiyans, and he had two sons. Tarble, the younger of the two being six, was known for being very soft in comparison to other saiyans; he hated to fight and spent his time in the saiyan labs inventing different ways to help the saiyan race progress in technology and scientifical enhancements.
Vegeta, the elder brother being nine, was named after his father as he was the rightful heir to the throne. His trademark flame like hair was his main feature. He was the complete opposite of Tarble he was a ruthless killer, he trained none stop in hopes of being the legendary which he was prophesised to become. He was strong for a boy of his age, he was stronger than the elites being the third strongest of all the saiyans. His father being the strongest and his father's top elite and trusted companion Bardock being the second strongest.

On the young traiyans face was a deep scowl, she was extremely angry at her father for interrupting her training. She was in the process of her katas when a whimpering guard informed her that her fathered demanded to see her straight away in the throne room. Making her way towards the huge dark blue doors the guards bowed. She merely snickered and entered the throne room. For a seven year old she was extremely independent and ruthless.

Upon entering the throne room four faces turn and watched her. Sitting on her throne was her father. The other three where people she had only heard about but never seen. On the left was a green alien, he was known as Zarbon. He was the right hand lacky of the universes worst tyrant. On the right was a huge pink blob like alien known as Dodroia. He was also a very close lacky to the tyrant.

But she spent little time noticing their presence. Her deep blue eyes went straight to the alien in the centre. He was an ice-jin, a lizard like creature of cold blood. The ice-jins are a warrior race like the traiyans and have control over most of the universe. He was extremely powerful, more powerful that her own father. The small traiyan-jin's face showed no emotion. She learnt from a young age that showing emotion was a weakness so she never showed it. As if ignoring their presence she walked straight passed them and over to her father.

"What is your reason for stopping my training?" Gritted the young traiyan-jin.

"Bulma. This is Frieza and his two top men Dordoria and Zarbon."

Bulma merely grunted and continued. "Look father, I couldn't care less who they are, now what did you think was a good enough reason to disturb my training?".

Her father stood up and walked other to her. He raised his hand and brought it down on her left cheek. "How DARE you disrespect me brat."

Bulma went crashing onto the ground and hissed at her father. Suddenly an evil laugh echoed through the room. Then Frieza spoke.

"You have quite a mouth don't you little one, yes I shall take great pleasure of breaking you" He finished with a grin that could make even the bravest of warriors run with fear. But Bulma stood her ground and showed no sign of fear.

Frieza turned to the King and began explaining. "King Soera I'm sure you are aware of the reason I am here am I correct?" The King merely nodded and Frieza continued.

"You see from what I have seen, it appears this brat of yours is in need of some discipline. I wish to take her back to my ship with me. She shall return when I feel she has been tamed. Do you understand? If you do not agree to let me take her, I shall take her by force and destroy this planet." He ended with another evil smirk.

The king turned to his daughter and shot her a pained look he knew Frieza wouldn't think twice about destroying their planet. She knew it damaged her father's pride having to hand his only heir to the tyrant of the universe.

"I agree to your terms. You may take her." The king looked as though his pride had just been snapped in half.

Bulma watched on in horror. No part of her wanted to go to the lizard's ship and bend to his rules. No she would refuse to let him break her. She knew she had to go for the sake of her people so she did not argue.

Frieza turned and picked Bulma up by her armour. "I will enjoy destroying your pride little one." Bulma spat back in his face.

"Good luck Frieza. One day your rule will be ended by me. That I promise."