Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyan Huntress ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Prologue: Bulma's POV

`I spent nearly all my life living underground, hiding from the monsters called Saiyans. I was just turning 6 when they first arrived, killing nearly everyone and everything that stood in the way. The people that were left alive were forced to flee to the underground, seeking shelter and protection. I don't really remember much of that day, only that I was found days later by an old man. Although he was tough, he was by far the strongest living human. I had learned later on that my parents were found dead at where I had claimed to be my former home. I spent days crying. I didn't understand anything that was happening. I hardly remember what they look like…

`Cities were built underground all over. Everyone practically lived his or her life in terror of the upper world. Once in a while, someone would get the courage to go above, but not every time did they make it back to the underground city. There were also large groups of soldiers who would go above to try and take back what was rightfully known as the human race's land. Many would die, some would be wounded and rarely would there be one that was unharmed in any manner.

`Sooner or later, the Saiyans discovered the underground cities. No one knows how. Maybe there was a traitor in one of the cities who was out and got caught, in spare of his life he told the secrets of our underground livings.

`Sometimes there would be groups of people flocking to our underground city due to theirs being destroyed. This is how I met these two girls. Their names were ChiChi and 18. 18 I always thought was an unusual name, but I never brought it up. We became friends, and grew very close. We were practically sisters. All of us lost our parents in the coming of the Saiyans.

`Cities were being destroyed left and right. Every night I cried for the lost lives of the people. Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons, brothers and sisters… I thought to myself each night upon my crying, `Can't I do anything to help?' Finally as if I was answered, the man who I came to call my father approached me one night. His name, Roshi. I cried to him that night, I told him I wanted to help everyone. That I wanted him to train me so I could become stronger to protect those who I have come to love and cherish. Finally after days of disagreeing… he agreed to train me. Sooner or later, ChiChi and 18 learned of this and joined me in my daily training exercises. For the first few months, it was hard and every night I'd be bloodied and bruised from the harsh training. Soon, I got used to it and pushed myself to farther limits, as well did ChiChi and 18.

`Now, 14 years later, at the age of 20, we live in one of the last few remaining cities of Earth. We are the three sisters, Bulma, ChiChi and 18. We are what protect the last of the remaining cities and the people among them.'