Disclaimer: I forgot about this, and I don't know if it's even necessary…obviously, I am not Akira Toriyama…I'm not even Japanese.

The Future Unveiled

The long conference table had a panel of intellectual men and women sitting at either side on tall dark leather chairs, their attention solely on the projected images in front of them. She sat at the head of the table, her leather chair wider and taller than all the rest as her hands worked across the touch pad in front of her, expanding the projected images as she spoke, her voice slightly elevating as she emphasized her point. Her calculations demonstrated across the invisible screens, and all the intellectuals would occasionally murmur, as well as give nods and shakes of the head, as she continued her technobabled speech about the future of the company, alien technology and outer space.

"Miss Briefs, with all do respect, I just don't see why so many rudimentary changes are necessary. We have the most advance technology in the entire world! Capsule Corporation has dedicated itself to capsule technology for years, and there is no entity in the world that can reproduce our technology or come close…"

The blue headed scientist only but raised a hand and received her desired effect, which was to hush Dr. Cowbell before he had the chance to finish his sentence. The entire staff stared expectantly towards the head of the table, and Bulma could tell many of them shared Dr. Cowbell's opinion.

"We might be ahead in –this- world, but we are far behind in our technology compared to the rest of the Universe! Don't you see, ladies and gentlemen, we are preparing ourselves for Universal competition, not just global." She stood up then, buttoning her dress suit as she did so. She glanced around the table, eyeing every single one of her executives, leading scientist, sales and marketing and public relations managers.

"Aliens exist and powerful beings are out there. And though the Earth has a great line of defense against intruders, we must prepare ourselves for the inevitable. Soon enough we will attract all sorts of races, not only the ones that want to destroy us, but the ones that want to…learn, trade, build, sell…" She paused, her blue eyes running once again through all the faces in the room before dramatically turning around and facing the oversized picture of her father, Dr. Briefs, which adorn the conference room wall behind her.

"My Father trusted me with this company, and I will not let him down. Capsule Corporation will be number one…here and in the entire Universe. If any of you think you can not meet theses expectations, then I suggest you find yourselves new jobs."

Before Bulma could turn around for one last dramatic stance, the door to the conference room opened, and in came Miss. Takahashi, her secretary and moving calendar.

"Miss Briefs, I so sorry to interrupt, I know you said I never interrupt these meetings unless…" she paused to catch her breath, her eyes wide with panic as her words all but rushed together in almost unintelligible words. "….but he's here!"

Bulma rolled her eyes, her 'I want to conquer the Universe' attitude slipping away as her irritation took over. What did he want now? And what could possibly be so pressing he would interrupt her at work for it? She glanced around the room, all her top executives looking at her expectantly, but all to wise as not to ask 'who' was here. They all knew. And if they were afraid of someone more than Bulma Briefs, it was him.

"Alright, you all have the plans and schematics of what needs to be done. I will expect full progress reports on our next meeting on Friday. And remember people, think BIG, think UNIVERSE!"

After collecting her folders and touch pads, she rushed out the door with Mrs. Takahashi following close behind. "I so sorry, Miss Briefs, he just kept insisting that he needed to see you…now."

Bulma "hrmped" , handing her paperwork and pads over to her secretary as they walked through the long corridor that led to her penthouse, city view office. "I'm sure he didn't insist, but demanded, and I have a pretty good idea what this is about. Could you please turn on the sound buffers?" This was bound to get loud, as it always did when he visited her office.

The multibillionaire heiress took one long, deep breath before pushing through her office doors. She adjusted her Gucci framed glasses and tucked a strand of blue hair behind her ear before squaring off with the other presence in the room, who stood with his back to her as he stared out the glass walled that overlooked the city from such a pivotal point. It truly was a magnificent view, though she didn't think His Majesty the Prince of the Saiyans could actually appreciate such beauty and splendor.

He wore his usual training suit, navy blue spandex tank top and pants, white gloves and boots, but not his armor. His arms where crossed, and Bulma was sure he wore his ever present frown that failed to escape his impassive face. She had once thought him to be handsome, and was convinced he'd look even better without wearing his usual frown. But then again, if he didn't, he wouldn't be Vegeta.

"To what do I owe the…pleasure...of having you visit me at my office and interrupt a very important meeting with all my top execs as we discuss the very important future of this Company?" She smiled, trying to sound sincere at the pleasure of his visit. Is not that she minded him around, in fact, she was the one that had invited him back to Capsule Corporation, and had created the Gravity Room, along with her Father, just to please him.

But she'd soon found there really was no pleasing him, and he insisted on treating her like his personal slave. –Her-! The most successful scientist in the World! –Her-, whom topped Fords most successful Persons list…three years in a row! Her, Bulma Briefs, heiress of the biggest empire since the Romans…number one on Peoples Magazine Most Beautiful People, Times Magazine person of the year! The list went on, but not as though Vegeta would care. She was just another low class female human that was 'barely smart enough to fix HIS gravity room whenever he needed it.

The whole charade was getting old, and the blue haired heiress was at the point where she didn't care if he helped them defeat the androids or not, because surely, such abuse and ego bruising was not worth it.

She stood staring at the back of his head, awaiting an answer, but he just stood there, staring out at the city. When nothing was said twenty seconds later, Bulma started to shift her weight around, his presence now becoming bothersome in the sense that she did not know what he wanted. Come to think of it, he had been acting strange lately, coming to see her at the lab back home, but never requesting or demanding anything. It was as though he wanted something, but could not bring himself to ask for it.

She arched a fine brow, her eyes wondering around her excessively large, expensively furnished office. No one else was there, just the two of them, and with the sound buffers on, she realized, no one would hear or see if anything happen to her while in the room with the very quiet, very dangerous, and very irritable Saiyan Prince.

"Vegeta?" Her brows furrowed as he didn't flinch at the sound of his name. In fact, he had not moved one inch since she'd entered the room. Taking one deep breath, she continued forward into her office and stopped right next to the perilous housemate. Her blue eyes took in his silent form as he stared at the window, and to her surprise, he was not frowning or glaring. His eyes were closed, and his face was remarkably peaceful, allowing her a long desired look at what the Prince would look like if he did not carry so much anger within him.

He was beautiful…

Before her mind could comprehend what her hands where doing, she reached out her fingers to his face, lightly tracing his cheeks in a soft caress. He leaned into her hand as she cupped his face, her eyes instantly watering as such an act of affection from the otherwise arrogant and infuriating Prince. For some reason, his touch had brought a sense of understanding to the blue haired heiress, understanding of his past, his pain, his uncertain future. No where to go, no one to care for, no planet to call home…

With little pressure from her hand, she managed to turn his face towards her, so she could look into his eyes as she opened them. "Don't worry, Vegeta, I'll take care of you." Slowly, and unsurely, she reached her other hand behind his neck, lightly caressing the hair on the back of his head. She leaned forward, her thoughts fleeting her mind completely as her attention was on one thing and one thing only.

His lips…they called to her, and they called her name. Oh, what she would give to hear him whisper her name next to her ear, his breath tickling her lobe, his smell corrupting her senses…She licked her lips in anticipation as she continued to lean forward until their lips lightly graced each other ever so softly. Instead of backing away, the Saiyan Prince came closer to her, pressing his evidently build body against her form, instantly igniting a burning sensation through her. She was on fire…and only he could quench her quivering form now.

All the sudden, and just when his lips would finally part to allow for a more intimate kiss, something happen, something very loud and, much to her dismay, Bulma woke.