Summary: What if Planet Vegeta-sei still existed? What if Vegeta still
ruled as Prince of All Saiyans on it? What happens when delegations between
Earth and Vegeta-sei commence?
Chapter 1: Prologue
"But Daddy! I'm perfect for the job! I know political strategies, I'm a scientist; I figure things out! That's what I do; it's my job, for goodness sakes." Bulma paced the room, her hands waving, explaining her words.
"Forgive me, darling, but you're only eighteen. You're much too young to be handling foreign relations. Much less another planet," her father shot back. Dr. Brief's glasses were pushed all the way up onto his nose. The little black kitten he kept on his shoulder was about to fall off from the force of his words.
"But I have all the credentials! And I doubt you will find someone as qualified as I am."
"I have my colleagues."
"Your colleagues are much too scared, you are too old and you must stay here to monitor and converse with your employees. Mommy certainly can't go!" Bulma was so frustrated. She wanted to run around and scream at anyone who got in her way. This expedition was her breakthrough. She would finally have something to have on her resume. Besides being a daughter of one of the most famous scientists in the world, no, universe.
Her father was involved with the Military and Foreign Relations Department of the Japanese government. He had even spoken with the President on rare occasions. Now Bulma felt it was her duty to start her own scientific research; getting a head start with Planet Vegeta-sei would make her career all the more successful.
"I will consider it," Dr. Briefs said, bending down back to his work, "End of discussion."
"That's at least something," Bulma said, and she went around the desk and gave her dad a big kiss and hug, "Thank you, Daddy."
Bulma left the room satisfied; she had at least gotten him to think about it. 'Whoa, it's cold out,' Bulma thought, and she buttoned up her coat more. Her blue hair waved in the increasing wind, and her skinny legs and small feet plunged through the snow, step after step. She decided to head to the library, where she could find more information about this planet. 'It sounds quite intimidating. I've heard that there are monsters on that planet, like supernatural beings.' Not that her small friend, Goku, wasn't supernatural. Bulma had picked him up on a road about a year ago, the little creature, and he had stuck to her like a burr on a saddle blanket.
Pulling open the heavy doors of the gigantic library, Bulma went inside and took her coat off, hanging it on a hook. She had just turned around when—
Bump!
"Oh, excuse me, miss, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to--"
"Yamcha?"
"Bulma?"
"What are you doing here?" They both said at the same time.
"Humph, I've come to do some research, and you?" Bulma said with her chin turned up.
"Are you still going on about that stupid planet? Honestly, Bulma, you should be focusing your talent on something else rather than political delegations." Yamcha said with an air of disgust.
"Yes, and what should I be focusing on? You?" She said, her arms crossed, growing impatient.
"It would be nice, for a change." They stood glaring at each other until Yamcha relented.
"C'mon, Bulma, baby, I'll take you out to eat and you can come over to my place and we'll watch a movie. Your choice." He said this while snaking his arm around her middle and moving it to her butt.
She took his hand and removed it from her body, "Um, no thanks, Yamcha. Like I said, I have work to do."
"Fine," his face was red; "I'll see you later." He walked away and Bulma thought she heard a faint, "Damn woman."
Oh well. That was too bad for him. Yamcha didn't at all like the idea of her going to another planet. But she had to. It was the chance of a lifetime. All the information, all the new discoveries...even new technologies! It completely boggled her mind. She would go. She knew her dad would let her. Her mother had taught her all the basics of persuading a man, and then some.
Walking among the forest of books, Bulma felt at peace in the midst of so many words. So much information, so many new things to find out and learn. Bulma should still feel hyper and excited, and also nervous. But she wasn't. Not anymore. It was like a shield of calm had enveloped her. These texts made her feel safe, a protectiveness that not even the prospect of going to another planet could shatter.
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Okay guys- this was a preview of my next story that I'm planning. Goku has never fought Vegeta, and this is the first time Goku or Bulma will be meeting him. The ages and times are off, but I'm recreating what could have happened during Dragonball and Dragonball Z. Also, I'm asking you reviewers to do what you do best for me- review! Please tell me if you think this is a good idea or not. It's just an idea, keep that in mind. Thanks and REVIEW!
Chapter 1: Prologue
"But Daddy! I'm perfect for the job! I know political strategies, I'm a scientist; I figure things out! That's what I do; it's my job, for goodness sakes." Bulma paced the room, her hands waving, explaining her words.
"Forgive me, darling, but you're only eighteen. You're much too young to be handling foreign relations. Much less another planet," her father shot back. Dr. Brief's glasses were pushed all the way up onto his nose. The little black kitten he kept on his shoulder was about to fall off from the force of his words.
"But I have all the credentials! And I doubt you will find someone as qualified as I am."
"I have my colleagues."
"Your colleagues are much too scared, you are too old and you must stay here to monitor and converse with your employees. Mommy certainly can't go!" Bulma was so frustrated. She wanted to run around and scream at anyone who got in her way. This expedition was her breakthrough. She would finally have something to have on her resume. Besides being a daughter of one of the most famous scientists in the world, no, universe.
Her father was involved with the Military and Foreign Relations Department of the Japanese government. He had even spoken with the President on rare occasions. Now Bulma felt it was her duty to start her own scientific research; getting a head start with Planet Vegeta-sei would make her career all the more successful.
"I will consider it," Dr. Briefs said, bending down back to his work, "End of discussion."
"That's at least something," Bulma said, and she went around the desk and gave her dad a big kiss and hug, "Thank you, Daddy."
Bulma left the room satisfied; she had at least gotten him to think about it. 'Whoa, it's cold out,' Bulma thought, and she buttoned up her coat more. Her blue hair waved in the increasing wind, and her skinny legs and small feet plunged through the snow, step after step. She decided to head to the library, where she could find more information about this planet. 'It sounds quite intimidating. I've heard that there are monsters on that planet, like supernatural beings.' Not that her small friend, Goku, wasn't supernatural. Bulma had picked him up on a road about a year ago, the little creature, and he had stuck to her like a burr on a saddle blanket.
Pulling open the heavy doors of the gigantic library, Bulma went inside and took her coat off, hanging it on a hook. She had just turned around when—
Bump!
"Oh, excuse me, miss, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to--"
"Yamcha?"
"Bulma?"
"What are you doing here?" They both said at the same time.
"Humph, I've come to do some research, and you?" Bulma said with her chin turned up.
"Are you still going on about that stupid planet? Honestly, Bulma, you should be focusing your talent on something else rather than political delegations." Yamcha said with an air of disgust.
"Yes, and what should I be focusing on? You?" She said, her arms crossed, growing impatient.
"It would be nice, for a change." They stood glaring at each other until Yamcha relented.
"C'mon, Bulma, baby, I'll take you out to eat and you can come over to my place and we'll watch a movie. Your choice." He said this while snaking his arm around her middle and moving it to her butt.
She took his hand and removed it from her body, "Um, no thanks, Yamcha. Like I said, I have work to do."
"Fine," his face was red; "I'll see you later." He walked away and Bulma thought she heard a faint, "Damn woman."
Oh well. That was too bad for him. Yamcha didn't at all like the idea of her going to another planet. But she had to. It was the chance of a lifetime. All the information, all the new discoveries...even new technologies! It completely boggled her mind. She would go. She knew her dad would let her. Her mother had taught her all the basics of persuading a man, and then some.
Walking among the forest of books, Bulma felt at peace in the midst of so many words. So much information, so many new things to find out and learn. Bulma should still feel hyper and excited, and also nervous. But she wasn't. Not anymore. It was like a shield of calm had enveloped her. These texts made her feel safe, a protectiveness that not even the prospect of going to another planet could shatter.
~
Okay guys- this was a preview of my next story that I'm planning. Goku has never fought Vegeta, and this is the first time Goku or Bulma will be meeting him. The ages and times are off, but I'm recreating what could have happened during Dragonball and Dragonball Z. Also, I'm asking you reviewers to do what you do best for me- review! Please tell me if you think this is a good idea or not. It's just an idea, keep that in mind. Thanks and REVIEW!