A/N: Got bitten by the damn plot bunny again. To ensure that I don't let this story take over my work on 'The Attractions of Abduction', I've already written out a detailed story plan for this fanfic. I don't plan for this to have more than 10-12 chapters.
You may have guessed from the title that the film Taken, which stars Liam Neeson, is what gave me the idea for this fic. There will be some similarities between my story and the movie, but this story will have its own personality, too.
Just to point out, the prologue is set well before the events in the actual story :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or the movie Taken.
"Can I ask you something?"
Vegeta glanced up from his breakfast, still chewing a piece of toast. He glared at the annoying woman sitting across from him, who was currently applying some sort of lotion to her rounded belly. He snorted in disgust. The entire room reeked of perfumed oil.
"What?" he asked harshly, giving her another glare as he shoved three boiled eggs in his mouth.
Bulma screwed her nose up at her house guest's bad table manners. Rubbing more stretch mark lotion onto her growing middle, the small woman- who was currently five months pregnant- made a private wish.
Please, please let this baby have better manners than his father.
"I was just wondering, do you think aliens have ever visited Earth before? I mean, before Goku got here?"
Vegeta snorted. "Of course. You all speak Standard, don't you? That language had to come from somewhere. Besides, Kakarot was only sent to Earth because Frieza already had the planet on his database, meaning that at some time in the past someone was paid to come here and gather information. Planetary databases are expensive pieces of software," he added in a tone that implied she should have already known all of this.
"Wow," Bulma breathed. "I never even thought of that. I just asked because there's a documentary on tonight about people who think they've been abducted by aliens. I was wondering if any of their stories could possibly be true."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. He had finished his breakfast, and was growing bored of the conversation. "Woman, if you were ever abducted by aliens, you would not be returned to Earth."
"Why?" Bulma asked. "How can you be so sure that a person wouldn't be returned?"
"Because," he replied, "there are only two reasons people are ever taken. To be soldiers, if they're strong. Or to be whores. The sex slave trade is one of the biggest in the universe."
Vegeta grunted, getting out of his seat. The slave trade had never affected him personally, and he couldn't care less.
"It is what it is, woman."