DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DBZ

Ebbing and flowing, weaving in and out, coming and going, surrounding and abandoning....the waves continued with their ever flowing movement washing over two soft pale objects. Upon closer examination, it was clear that the objects were really feet which led to legs, then to a body, then to a head full of thoughts and emotion. 'Thoughts are just like the sea. Comforting yet lonely, vast and amazing, dreadful yet cheerful. Just like everything else in life. The yin and yang, balance...something I never could find... not on this planet and probably not on any other planet out there.' A lonely young girl stood from her position on the sand and collected her belongings; a small bag and a pair of worn out sneakers. Cautiously she took in her surroundings making sure she was alone then climbed to the top of the life guard tower to get a better look at the love of her life. The ocean was the only thing that had comforted her through the long years and yet, it was the thing that saddened her most. Its high tides and low tides reminded her of change, something she basked in. Yet, its calls and howls called to a sore spot in the deepest recess of her heart. It knew everything yet it knew nothing. It knew of star crossed lovers dieing on little boats while trying to escape from angry fathers, it knew of bloody battles fought for wealth and honor, it knew of people attempting to escape from lands that were truly never their own, to a brighter place where they could be free, but most of all it knew of her, a young babe that had washed onto this quiet shore 14 years ago.

Slowly the young woman stood and jumped from the tower onto the soft sand and began her retreat 'home'. She'd been to the ends of the earth and back, every country imaginable with her wealthy adoptive parents but she had never found a place that she could really declare home. She had never found the solace she so longed for, the understanding of who she was and what she was meant for, The knowledge of why she was here and not with the people that had given her life. She couldn't really say that though...if it hadn't been for Mrs. And Mr. Breifs, she would never have lived, but this wasn't really life, just existence. There was a difference and she had discovered that years ago. This was existence and living waited for her somewhere in this universe. Reaching in her back pocket, Bulma found her key and unlocked the door to a lavish mansion. It was near 8 o'clock and the party would begin soon. Rushing up the stairs, she dropped her sneakers and made it to her door in record time. She quickly tore off her clothes and dashed in the shower for a quick bath. She soaked for only a few minutes to prevent herself time for serious thinking and ran out of the shower to change. She quickly towel dried her long aqua locks and put on light makeup. Just a hint of clear lip gloss and black eyeliner. Bulma walked slowly to her closet and searched for the best dress she could find. Tonight was the company's outer worldly presentation and she was going to speak. People from many, many planets would be attending and it was demanded that she dress in her finest. She picked out a one shoulder aqua gown that held fast to her every curve till it passed her derriere then it fanned out just a bit. It was a soft material and had sequins that formed flowers and leaves. She sighed and slipped the dress on not bothering with lingerie since she would be well covered in yards of fabric. She found a pair of rhinestone shoes to match the gown and quickly rushed to her dresser. She twisted her long aqua locks into a beautiful French twist so her neck was exposed and on it she placed a deep cerulean and diamond embedded crest with a strange symbol on it. It was amazing to her that the only thing she had from her life before the briefs was this solitary necklace. She found diamond earrings to accommodate her bare ears and slipped on white arm length gloves.

Standing shakily, she did a once over in the mirror and sighed. This was the life she was stuck with. The life of lavish parties and fake smiles, to match her fake attire which was NOTHING like the clothes she chose to wear, which in turn matched the fake parties, and in the grand scheme of things, it all added up to being part of this fake existence. She didn't belong on this planet that much was obvious. Her colorations came as a shock to many and that alone was proof. Walking down the street with blue hair when your 15 years old turned enough heads, but add in having the body of a goddess, which she worked so hard to achieve, and add the title of richest heir of the world, She never went anywhere without complete drool gaping, widened-eyed stares. And she hated it. Every last bit of it. She stepped out of the door and walked down the elegant staircase to the kitchen where she found a memo on the table 'Bulma darling, we've gone ahead and will be waiting for you when you arrive. 9:15 at the latest! Love, mum and dad'...she grimaced at the closing of the letter. 'Love mum and dad' the words ever really meant much to her. She sighed as she looked at the clock. It was already 9:00 and she was at least an hour's drive away. A wicked smiled played at her lips and she walked briskly out of the house. She entered the garage and found the right capsule. She tossed it to reveal her elegant, souped up, Ferrari Enzo. There, Bulma had to admit, were many perks to being the wealthiest girl in the world. Like being able to speed and drive underage and have every comp look the other way. She waited as the door lifted upwards and slid herself onto the sleek leather seat.

Speeding like a madman, she flew down hidden, secret streets that only she knew where they were. Short cuts and gravel paths let her drive as fast as she wanted. This is what she loved. This was her escape. She was flying. She came to a halt at the entrance to the Briefs Co.'s large so called 'party building' where all the grand event took place and tonight, they had gone all out. Water fountains and well garbed men stood everywhere. Perfect lighting was set up through the vineyard and illuminated it just right to set the relaxed, some what romantic feel to the place. She drove around back to the 'owners only' entrance. She quickly capsuled her car and dashed inside to the dinner that lay ahead. Bulma sighed looking at her elegant watch. She was 15 minutes late. She listened intently through the door and waited for her cue. She could tell from his voice that her father was indeed panicked that she wasn't there. Hoping for the best he said "And now the heiress to Capsule Corporation, my daughter Bulma Breifs." There was loud applause and Bulma put on her best fake smile. A smile for show more than anything else. The lights beamed on her and no one else. She couldn't see any faces but she knew they were on her and she knew they stared like everyone else she had ever met. They were no different. She then began her explanation of the company and its products.

She could feel the vibes of the people around her. They were all but shouting that every last one of them approved of this company and was ready to sign up with them. She felt all happy pleasant vibes till she look upward towards the ceiling. She felt something eerie but didn't comment on it. The lights turned on and people applauded as she curtsied and observed the people rise and chatter amongst themselves once more, some began to dance and others confronted Mr. Breifs about his company but mostly about his exquisite young, SINGLE, daughter. Bulma found herself walking to the champagne table, quietly noticing the many different species in the room. People with skin ranging from green to blue mingled and laughed. Some with extra appendages and others with missing ones! After taking a glass she wove her way through the crowd to a chair in a quieter corner of the grand ballroom. Her nerves were super tense but she didn't understand why. Things had gone perfectly as planed and Capsule Corp was in for serious business now. She still couldn't shake the strange feeling from her. Bulma gave one last strained smile and excused herself from the room for a walk among the lush green fields. She walked soundlessly over the beautiful grass feeling her hands grace the sharp tips of the ends. SNAP that's all she heard and she knew it was there. Something was there. The man made a mad dash for her and withdrew a sharp blade. Bulma prided herself on knowing any art of fighting there was and quickly used her skills to knock the man unconscious and winded. Just feet away from her, she heard light applause. She turned to see a sight she would never forget. Not till her dying day and even then some. No, this would stay with her forever...

A/N: hello everyone. Just getting started here. I had this sudden urge to write this so lemmey noe wut u think so I can tell if im gunna develop this story further.

Luv always, Kit