It was hot. The sun was in a cloudless sky and slammed to earth. Bulma lay in her deck chair and enjoyed the pleasant warmth. Her eyes were closed under the sunglasses. She could hear the waves crashing. Accurately she reached next to her and took her cocktail that was standing on a small table next to her couch and tugged with relish on the straw and put the glass back on the table.
Sighing in satisfaction, she opened her eyes and looked at the wonderful beach and the azure blue sea. It was all perfect. The blue-haired woman closed her eyes again and dozed off until she heard someone call her name.
“Bulma!” But it was so far away and she didn't respond. The shouting grew louder, but she still ignored it. She didn't want to hear anything. She wanted to enjoy this moment, it would be over so quickly.
"BULMA!"
Bulma could no longer ignore this. She felt her arm being shaken and the rustling of the waves turned into the monotonous sound of a motor. The warmth of the sun on her skin disappeared, feeling cold metal on her right wrist and the cold wall on her back.
Bulma slowly opened her eyes and looked into the eyes of her friend ChiChi.
"We are there. We have passed the city gate in the meantime." Said the black-haired woman and a hint of fear crept into her voice.
Bulma said nothing, only a short nod could be heard, which caused ChiChi to let go of her arm and sit down next to her friend again.
She felt how the vehicle drove over stones and corners.
The blue-haired woman's eyes wandered around. She saw about two dozen others sitting here with her. Not just people like ChiChi and her, no, they were residents of the whole galaxy. Almost all of them had a look of ignorance on their faces.
Bulma saw the cameras in the corners and small windows that didn't even begin to let a bit of sunlight into the moving prison. Everything was made of metal. Even the benches they sat on. It was cold and stuffy. The dim light from the ceiling lamps didn't make it any more comfortable.
Bulma looked at her wrist. An iron ring wrapped around her right wrist. There were two small lights on it, only one of which was lit. Green. Next to it was her identification number. E035BB16789
Her parents had baptized her Bulma. They called her that too. Her friends called her that, but Bulma Briefs didn’t lead her. No, it was listed as a number.
Bulma sighed and leaned her head against the metal wall. She was clearly no longer on the beach. She would probably never get there either. Once in her life she just wanted to see the sea. Even if it was just a small wish, it was too big and too far away for her.
As long as she was on this filthy planet she would never be able to fulfill any wishes, were they still too small.That's what it looked like. As long as she was a slave to Vegeta-Sei, she would probably never be able to live and that was Bulma's greatest wish.