Prologue

Every night for some seems a night of wonder, thrill and jubilation. For others, it's one of horror, fear, and utter terror. But the worst of all is the feeling of Love, mixed with happiness like the sky on a clear day then turning into a downpour with the thunder. The kind that starts with wonder, thrill, and jubilation, and ends in the horror, fear and terror is that sort of feeling. But if you are lucky, it will reverse.

Bulma was very pretty for her young age of only six, with shoulder-length emerald green hair and ice blue eyes that were large and innocent. Though she was known to have a temper every once in awhile, she was loved by all with her adorable habits. She respected everyone form the start without a single trace of judgment, and welcomed those in need under her wing like an adult. She was also very smart for her age too, being the one of a kind daughter of Dr.Briefs himself, the owner of the Famous Capsule Corporation.

Bulma Briefs had many friends and acquaintances, but none made her feel better to be around with than her best friend, Vegeta. He was only a year younger than he, with jet black hair that stood on end and onyx colored eyes, hard and cold like a rock. He was rather shy, and they both shared the same flare of stubbornness every once in a while, but mostly she felt sorry for him. He never met his family before, and had grown up in the near orphanage.

When the two met people could have sworn they would be the worst of enemies, but in time they were the closest of friend's telling little secrets to eachother none would tell to another soul and playing for hours at a time. It seemed like everyone knew that once they were grown and old enough, they would be together forever. But fate stepped in the way all too soon for anything to happen.

At only five years old, Vegeta was being forced to leave the orphanage and travel across to the other side of the world. He was being adopted by a family there, people he'd never even seen before, and everyone respected their wishes to say goodbye to eachother before he left.

"Bulma," Vegeta started. He was sitting on one of the old couches the orphanage had in a tiny living room, and they were the only two in there. There was a long pause after he spoke, then he decided to break it again. "I wish I didn't have to leave."

"Me neither," the young girl replied, who was sitting next to him. She was feeling very sad, in no mood at all to talk. She could feel that another word about his leaving would making her tears she tried so hard to hide fall.

Personally, Vegeta didn't want to leave either. Bulma was the best friend he ever had, and now he was going to lose her to go to people he did not yet know. He tried to perk everything up a bit, feeling that anymore depression could never help. "I'll come back, though."

"You will?" Bulma looked up at him, kicking her feet on the old couch and managing a smile. "When?"

"When my new parents let me, I guess."

"How long will that be?"

"I dunno."

Inside, it helped Bulma all too much that he said he's come back to see her again. Even though she didn't know when, she knew he would. And she knew just the thing to make sure.

"Promise?" she asked him. He smiled back at her.

"Yeah, okay. I promise I'll come back."

"Thanks Vegeta."

She knew he only had a minute left or so before he was going across the world, so she took the moment and kissed him on the cheek lightly and hugged him. Then she couldn't help but let her baby tears fall.

Then they heard a couple of knocks on the door to the orphanage and it opened. The woman who led the orphanage, a tall and thin young woman who was supported with money by Bulma's Father and Mother, and had a look of sadness on her face as well.

"I'm sorry Vegeta," she started. "But it's time for you to go."

Vegeta let go of Bulma, letting the mysterious tail he have swish around for only a moment, then he jumped off the couch and ran over to the woman. He walked out without another word to his best friend, and although it seemed impossible that he would come back, she kept his promise embedded so deep in her little heart she just knew he wouldn't lie.

Chapter 1: Living life happy and strong

Bulma Briefs opened her eyes slowly from her bed, feeling another happy and perky day awaiting her. The years had past so fast, and everything was like a huge blur. But mind you, she did live a joyful life and there were memories that came out of nowhere.

When she was fourteen she met a little boy who was around thirteen named Goku. Now he was a strange boy, with a fuzzy brown tail and unnatural strength, but with the purest heart anyone could find. He was growing up with his close friend Chi Chi, and the young girl's Father, Ox-King people called them, said that the day that both of them turned seventeen they were to be married. Then there was Goku's best friend, Krillin. The four of them, Goku, Chi Chi, Krillin and herself, had long ago looked for these orbs called Dragonballs. What an adventure that was.

But, now that she was seventeen herself, it was time not to worry about that and put all her time in school. How she hated it, but then again, all of her friends went there. Even her best of friends, her three companions went there, but they were all a few years younger and they weren't in the same class; they just walked to school with her mostly.

"Oh Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs tapped on her daughter's door lightly with once hand, a cup of coffee in the other. "Listen dear, it's time to go to school!"

"Oh, alright Mom!" she replied. Bulma sat up on her bed, and took out some clothes to wear for school. Nothing too much, just casual and simple. She lifted her long white nightgown over her head and replaced it with a red dress that ended a few inches above her knees and a thin orange vest overtop. She quickly put on some shoes and left her hair down, then headed downstairs.

Downstairs waiting on a long blue leather couch was another boy whom she had met during her travels with Goku; Yamcha. He was rather tall, maybe just around the same size as Goku now, with black hair that was cut simple and short. He always wore plain clothes, but they were snappy, nonetheless, and he was very popular with girls in school for his knack of Martial Arts. But even better, he was hers. Nobody else's, just hers to love and own.

"Hi Yamcha!" she said happily, jumping down on the seat next to him and kissing his cheek. Yamcha didn't do anything in reply but groan.

"What's wrong?" she asked him.

"I'm really not feeling well," he replied, lying down on his side on the couch. He curled himself up a bit so he wouldn't touch Bulma.

"You liar!"

No lie, he thought. I feel sore all over the place! And worse, my head hurts too. But I don't want to walk outside alone..

"Who will protect me from bandits?" she asked in a sarcastic tone, gazing into his dark black eyes.

Damn it, she read my mind.

"Well, since I can't go to school, naturally, how about you ask one of the neighbors? Da- I mean Mr. Briefs said you couldn't use the capsules anymore anyway."

Bulma wanted to yell at him some more, frankly because their relationship had been a bit shaky lately and she wasn't too happy with him, but she stopped herself first. She knew she's win the argument anyway, because Yamcha really didn't like to fight with girls much and wasn't very dominant. Instead she gave him a glare and walked out of Capsule Corp by herself and decided to take one of the neighbors to walk with her. After all, she hated being alone, and some creep could come out of nowhere just to get his hands on a beautiful smart girl..

Bulma stood on the sidewalk in front of the large Capsule Corp. building, looking around and being completely oblivious to the people walking in and out of her Father's company. She looked across the street, and there was the orphanage. She barely remembered it, and barely paid any attention to it, but her Father was obsessed with keeping it in top condition at all times. He said she used to play there with the kids all the time, but she always felt it was a lie. Wouldn't she remember that?

Suddenly, something caught her eye. It was one of the houses in the neighborhood, tall and white, with black shutters and a two car garage. The house, though beautiful, had been vacant for some time because of it was so expensive, but this time the house wasn't alone. There was an actual moving van there.

"I wonder who bought it?" Bulma said to herself blindly. She noticed the back on the moving van was open, and people were coming in and out to collect the various items that were in it. Two were the people in charge of the moving van; she could tell because of their uniforms, and one was a woman with beautiful auburn hair, which Bulma assumed to be the female head of this family. The next was a small little girl who looked no older than six tugging behind her Mother while grabbing a small fuzzy stuffed animal bunny in her arms, next were two boys who looked very much alike with their brown hair and brilliant blue eyes, and then the one she saw next stunned her.

He wasn't very tall, to say the least. But, he was very handsome. And better yet, he looked no older than Bulma. His jet-black hair was spiked up, and his eyes were like coal. His skin was light, like he wasn't outside too often, but the way those healthy muscles looked, he had to have gone outside quite a bit. Every part of his figure was well curved, looking strong and all to the point sexy. Bulma couldn't lay her eyes off him, and then she got a brilliant idea.

Forget Yamcha, she thought suddenly.

Bulma walked across the street, careful not to run into cars or any other vehicle that would have crossed her path, and when she got across, she jogged the rest of the way to the house. The first to notice her were the two twin boys, both looked around their preteen years.

"Hey, she's pretty cute," one whispered to the other. They were sitting on the inside of the moving van, in the place where some of their old stuff used to be. The other boy nodded.

"Yeah," he replied. "I like her already. But if only she made that pretty skirt even shorter would I be truly happy."

"What'd you say, you perverted freaks?!" Bulma shouted at the two, making them jump. She didn't care if she didn't know them, they practically insulted her. She hated it when men used her just for a nice body. She jumped up in the moving van and stuck her finger on one of the boy's nose and pushed harder and harder, pushing him back. "If I hear one more remark like that, I swear I-"

"Vegeta!" The other boy who hadn't been touched by Bulma yet shouted. "Vegeta, come over here! Some girl is harassing us!"

She turned around, and standing before the moving van, but not on it, was the dead-sexy man she saw before. So his name was Vegeta. She expected this boy with that scowl on his face to do something awful, something she couldn't even thin of, but then he just laughed. It was cold in a sort of strange way, but nonetheless a laugh.

"Pathetic!" he said. "You can't even handle a girl?"

"We can so Vegeta!" they shouted back at the same time.

"Then how come you needed my help?" The boy Bulma pushed back a little while before crossed his arms and snorted. "You probably can't handle on either."

"Excuse me," Bulma said, cutting in the conversation between the three. She pointed to the one boy Vegeta. "But, you're gonna go to the high school here, right? Please say today!"

She jumped off the van and looked up at him with her cutest puppy dog eyes, looking more desperate than ever to have a companion walk with her to school. "Please, can you substitute my boyfriend for today?"

"What?!" Vegeta shouted, taking a step backwards. He was about to walk back into the house when he felt someone grab his hand and jerk him back. There was the girl again with instead of that face that made her look like she was pouting, a face that old him to stay put.

"Now listen here!" she said, pointing a finger in his chest. "You will not disrespect a lady like that! Especially one as cute as me! And since you did that, you will have no choice but to act like my boyfriend Yamcha for the day!"

Truth be told, this woman was practically scaring him. Not really, but you know, like she was mental. Maybe she did need some sort of assistance to school. And besides, he was going to go in on his first day late as soon as he finished unpacking. He figured he might as well go with this crazy woman. Yes, he thought she was completely insane, but rather beautiful.

"Fine," he agreed plainly, taking his hand away from her. Then he looked over to the two boys, boys Bulma assumed to be his little brothers. "You two, tell the woman where I went."

Okay!" They said at the same time.

I don't know why I'm going with such an idiot, he thought as he started walking with this girl.