Bulma Briefs sighed as she switched off the computer. A glance at the clock hanging on the wall told her that it was early in the morning and time to head back to her room. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, wishing she was in bed and dreaming of sandy beaches and malibus. Instead she was in a place called Metal Dome, a research building where a lot of scientists researched on every suspicious little thing one could imagine. Right next to Metal Dome was Glass Dome, where other scientists invented new things for other humans to use. And last but not least, situated to the east of these two, was the Secret Dome. Not even Bulma knew what really went on in there. Everything was kept secret and the scientists who worked there were all unknown. The only person she could connect to that place was Mr.Smith, but no one dared ask about it.

Bulma Briefs, twenty-five years young, with shiny blue hair almost always tied back in a long ponytail at the nape of her gracoius neck. Her eyes, full of hunger for knowledge, were a bright blue. She was built small, but proportioned quite well. Bulma had had a few problems since she had started working at Metal Dome at the age of nineteen. A senior called Randall had tried to force her to do things she never would have imagined of doing. Bulma played along then called Randall's wife, and of course got him fired and into a lot of trouble.

Another man, Mr.Smith, thought that all women were created to adore him, and even though he was quite handsome, his blunt ways and arrongance disgusted Bulma to no ends. He was the head manager and came around the scientist's work place about twice a week to check that everything was under control. Bulma dreaded these visits. He would go next to her and speak to her in her ears, or give her a small pat on the bottom. Her anger would rise and she would turn a bright red, but in his ignorance he would misunderstand and think that she's blushing. That's the part when Bulma storms off and Smith laughs like a demon.

Bulma, lost in thoughts, suddenly realised that she had arrived at her room. She hardly used it except for sleeping, and this was something she hardly did. The young woman closed the door behind her, but did not turn on the light. She liked the dark, liked the way the moonlight bounced off the bed, everything about the room's darkness brought about her a calm she had not felt in days. She undressed and untied her long mane of thick hair. It fell about her generous breasts in soft waves, which in the moonlight glowed a dark blue, her eyes a deep sapphaire. She calmly took a brush in her hands, and slowly brushed her hair, chunk by chunk. A little while later, the blue maiden was asleep, naked on her bed, brush still in hand, hair all around her like beautiful sea around a small island. Bulma slept peacefully, unknowing of what was coming at her, not knowing of the troubles that would have to pass over her.

((((((((((SO... I feel like a stranger to writing and I definitely have no idea on how to speak to reviewers, but this is really taking me a lot of courage. I hope people do appreciate it. This story is an AU about Bulma and Vegeta. I don't really like stories like these, but I was showering and the idea popped in my head. It sounded so crazy that I thought that it might just work. We'll see about that... I hope you guys like the Prologue. I feel proud:D I also want to say that I'm writing this in Note-pad, so if you see any typos tell me and I'll arrange them.))))))))))