In the vast, emptiness of space, a tiny pod made it’s way toward a class C planet. Inside, a baby lie, furry tail wrapped around his body, listening intently to the computer like voice that droned on and on, repeating itself, programming the instructions into his mind.

“Kill all inhabitants. Leave no one. Use the moon. Planet to the highest bidder…Kill all inhabitants…”

The planet was earth.

1 year later

“Stay quiet.”

The voice of Dr. Briefs whispered urgently into his daughter’s ear. Bulma nodded silently, huddling deeper into the corner of the shelter.

It had been like this for a while now, ever since the strange child came from the sky. She had heard stories about him, a tiny boy who transformed with the light of the moon, with red demonic eyes. Humans were far and sparse, having been extinguished by one of the boy’s rampages or by one of the numerous soldiers sent by the Saiyajin empire…

The sharp noises of footsteps could be heard over head, the crashes of furniture, and the deep growls of soldiers probably cursing with impatience. Saiyajin soldiers. Their voices were muffled, but still Bulma was afraid of the noise alone. Their language was harsh and throaty, and when spoken by the tall Saiyajin men, was intimidating.

Her father’s body was tense beside her, knowing at any moment they could be caught. Bulma groped in the darkness, getting into a better position---and knocked over a chair.

The wooden object hit the floor gently, but not upon deaf ears. The movement above automatically stopped. Bulma took a ragged breath, not daring to move, her heart pounding at a rocketing speed.

All was quiet. The silence was suffocating.

At last, Bulma dared to move, when the whole ceiling of the underground room collapsed. She let out a shriek of surprise and fear, and her father outstretched his hand behind him, as if to protect her.

Unsympathetic laughter rang out beneath the clearing smoke and debris. As the dust cleared, the bodies of two Saiyajin could be seen. One was tall, with long hair that tumbled below his waist, and a leather strap around his leg. The other was…not even a man. In any other situation Bulma would have laughed at him, the pointy hair and his short stance, but not now. His dark eyes lit upon her, and stayed for a few moments. She didn’t look away, frozen.

“Stay back!” Her father commanded of them, lab coats rustling. The Saiyajin looked at each other, amused. The taller one spoke to the short one, in a tickled tone, the words vibrating deep within his throat. They couldn’t understand Mr. Briefs command, but were amused he thought he was in charge. It was obvious in his tone of voice.

The shorter Saiyajin spoke to the taller one, head nodding towards Bulma. She froze. The taller one laughed, and took a step towards Bulma, making her jump, and her father run forward.

Seeing this as a form of hostility, the taller man raised a finger, shooting a steady beam of red light….straight through Mr. Briefs’ heart.

Bulma screamed.

He stooped short of his target, and stared down at the blood that was steadily sprouting from the fatal wound. He looked towards Bulma, sinking to the floor, and opened his mouth, as if to speak. Blood came rushing out instead.

Bulma turned away, sobbing uncontrollably, as the two Saiyajins looked on impassively, but steadily growing agitated. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the spreading ring of blood underneath her father’s fallen body.

Bulma looked down at her waist, and saw a few capsules in her pouch. One was a gun capsule. Thinking without sanity, judgment clogged by blood lust, she ripped the thing out of her pouch and threw it down.

The smoke surrounded it, causing a grunt of surprise from the animals she now deemed as cave men. She grabbed the gun, and pointed it towards the men.

The Saiyajin weren’t even looking at her. They were looking at the capsule and the clearing puff of smoke, with curiosity in their eyes.

The taller man once again spoke to the shorter one, pointing towards the capsule.

“Mono wa doko ni imasu ka!?” He asked, in his language (Where did it go?!)

“Shirimasen! Mono no iru tokoro o sagase!” The other one answered, sounding annoyed. (I don’t know!/How should I know? Find where it went!)

He taller man proceeded to look around the room, bending down, searching for the mysterious disappearing capsule. The only thoughts in Bulma’s mind were “What a complete and utter fool…”

“Radditsu, yamero! Baka!” The short said after a while. The taller man stopped with these words. Bulma bookmarked that saying mentally.

They both gestured towards her a couple of times, also taking glances at the capsules. After a few minutes, the taller one stepped forward, and tried to grab her. Bulma squealed and shot the gun into his hand. He yelled, and blew on his hand like it was a burn or paper cut. The bullet made no wound, and had no effect. Bulma gasped, looking on at the enraged Saiyajin with wide eyes.

“Chieokure!” The shorter one stepped forwards, blocking the big one. He argued a few minutes in Saiyago, and the other one argued back, still rubbing at his hand.

With a grunt of annoyance, the smaller man swiftly hit a few keys spots on Bulma’s neck. Bulma immediately started to feel faint. Just before the darkness enclosed her, she noticed, the ground seemed awful far away.