Hey, everyone! I was inspired by the artwork of nala1588 on Tumblr to write something along the lines of this AU. Vegeta is in a mental institution and Bulma is Dr. Briefs, a psychiatrist and therapist that is assigned to look over and take care of him until further notice. I'm excited to see what y'all think of it and whether or not I should continue because I have a lot of other projects I'm working on, but if it gets praise then I'll keep up with it. Hope you all enjoy what I have so far for the prologue. It's not much, but it gives the breakdown of the idea.

The Sanest of Them All

Prologue

Dr. Briefs walked down the hallway, listening to the sound of her own shoes clicking against the floor. Bars covered each and every window she passed. The sound of a man screaming echoed through the farthest end of the hallway.

"You see, Dr. Briefs. Dr. Wilson resigned from the therapy sessions with Client 72. He has shown great hatred towards male psychiatrists, so having you fill this position will hopefully give us some form of progress in the end."

Dr. Briefs chuckled slightly,

"Well, I've worked successfully with every patient I've had so far; this one won't be any different…"

"Well, I hope for your sake, you're correct. He extremely hostile and will go many lengths to try and manipulate people. Be on your guard."

Dr. Briefs laughed out loud and then spoke,

"You talk about this man as if he were some kind of super villain! Seriously, David, I'll be fine. I'm sure I can handle this young man on my own. I wasn't titled the best leading psychiatrist in the city for nothing."

David sighed,

"Alright… He's right through here."

The two of them got to the end of the hallway where a security officer to the clinic was standing guard. David nodded to him and the officer turned to the door a pinned a code in, scanned his security card and then the door opened. Client 72 was standing facing the wall furthest from them, panting as though he had just finished working out. The two of them stepped inside and the officer followed, closing the door behind them. Dr. Briefs glanced down and saw the officer holding a tranquilizing gun at the ready at his side. She swallowed a little hesitant of the situation, but then quickly remembered that she was a professional.

"Good morning, Vegeta. How are you today?"

He didn't respond. Dr. Briefs quickly studied him. Looking up and down; he was in the typical clinic clothing, pale blue shirt and pants and black shoes. There was no strait-jacket, no chains, nothing, other than the brace alarmed around his ankle. By the way David had described this man; she thought he'd be completely locked down. She supposed maybe it was too bad if all they needed was the security officer.

"Vegeta, this is Dr. Briefs. She will be taking over for Dr. Wilson."

His heavy breathing silenced and he head slowly rose from looking down. He shakily turned around and his eyes immediately locked on Dr. Briefs. Dr. Briefs noticed how David had put a lot of emphasis on the word 'she' forcing to get this young man's attention.

"Dr. Briefs…"

David turned to her.

"This is Vegeta, Client 72."

He gestured a hand towards Vegeta. She smiled politely at Vegeta and then looked back at David,

"Thank you, David. I'll begin my session with young Vegeta here now. You may leave."

David smiled and then the security guard unlocked the door, opening it for David and himself to leave. After it closed, there was an eerie silence that didn't exist before she arrived. She pulled out the paperwork that she'd been carrying from under her arm and began to read it. There was a chair off in the corner farthest from Vegeta, so she decided to sit in it as she read over his and Dr. Wilsons notes. Vegeta stood silently staring at her, not really knowing what to do or say. He had never had a female therapist before. Things would surely be different.

"Well, well, Vegeta… You've certainly got some history under your belt…"

She spoke calmly as she flipped through the pages. Vegeta swallowed nervously, clenching his fists.

"It appears you've had a tendency to attack those who have tried to help you in the past. I want to try and unravel where this anger towards these individuals comes from… Do you think you can sit down and tell me about a few of these incidences?"

Vegeta slowly stepped towards her, his hands clenching, opening and closing very shakily. Dr. Briefs closed the folder and looked up to see Vegeta standing over her three inches away.

"Vegeta, is there something you would like to tell me?"

He stared very inventively at her for a moment before his eyes went wide and before Dr. Briefs could react, Vegeta's hands were wrapped around her throat and she fell roughly to the floor. She gasped for air as she grasped at his hands. His eyes burned hotly as he clenched his teeth. The door flew open and the security guard came rushing back in, ripping Vegeta off of Dr. Briefs and quickly threw him against the wall and injected him with a tranquilizer. Dr. Briefs struggled to get up off the floor as she watched angrily as the young man's eyes began to slowly drift shut. The officer pulled his unconscious body from the wall and threw him onto the bed. David rushed in and grabbed Dr. Briefs' arm to help her up.

"Fuck, Dr. Briefs, are you alright?"

She rubbed her neck still trying to catch her breath while looking at David.

"That man has some serious anger problems… Why didn't you tell me they were this bad?!"

"I didn't know! He's never done something like that before!"

Dr. Briefs looked to the bed and stared at the man's unconscious face, looking terrifyingly peaceful.

"Maybe getting a female psychiatrist wasn't the smartest idea… Maybe we should switch it back."

"No."

Dr. Briefs interrupted him. The guard looked back as if she were the insane one there.

"What?"

"I can work with him; I know I can, but we're going to have to take some serious measures and can't be cautious about him for a long, long time."

David and the security guard looked at one and then back to Dr. Briefs.

"Well, again, I hope for your sake, you're right…"