TO LET GO OF THE PAST

A/N: hi every one this is our first fanfic ever and we hope that you like it. By we I mean Natellah is made up of two people, we are both work better together so we might as well have one account. This is an a/u bulma and vegeta fic so enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: we do not own dragon ball z, all credit goes to Akira Toriyama.

Prologue

BULMAS POV

It was a quiet and peaceful day at capsule corp, well, as quiet as the place could be and my parents were at the compounds main building attending a meeting.

"I can't believe we are finally done with high school!" that was my best friend Chichi, "no more annoying curfews, ridiculous science projects and best of all, no more Madame Pauline, we're finally free!"

Chichi and I had just completed our senior year of high school at Quire School of The Elite and were in my room enjoying the freedom we now had. I looked over at her sprawled carelessly on my queen sized bed with her silky raven hair trailing after her. She was dressed in a pair of loose navy blue jean shorts and a plain white crop top.

I turned away from her and faced my large mirror, adjusting my knee length white pleated skirt and baby blue t-shirt and putting me cerulean hair in a loose pony tail, "so Chi, what are your plans now, I mean, apart from raiding my closet which you do all the time, without my permission I might add," I quickly ducked as a pillow was thrown at my head and turned to laugh at my best friend.

She stuck her tongue out at me, "I don't know B, I guess I want to study law at NYU and from there I'll just have to wait to find out,"

I walked away from my mirror and sat on the window sill, looking down at my mother's garden beneath me, "lucky you Chi, mom and dad want me to go to Oxford they keep saying, 'only the best for our baby girl, after all one day you're going to take over the family business so you can only go to best university."

Chi glared at me like a mother about to scold her child for playing in the mud, "that's it, Bulma how old are you 7? Of course not, you're 19 and you still let your parents live your life for you. They told you to take ballet lessons you did, they told you to go for summer school you did, now they're telling you to go to Oxford, don't do it, you're old enough to make your own choices B."

Why is my best friend so freaky, seriously when she's angry, she is a force to be reckoned with, the fact that she is a martial artist just makes her more deadly, even I get scared of her temper. I thought about what she said for a minute, "you know what, you're absolutely right, I could…"

"Hold that thought B," I simply rolled my eyes at the interruption, her phone was ringing and I already knew who was calling her, I mean in a girl's world who is more important than your bestest friend in the entire world, said girl's boyfriend, the horror.

"Oh hey Tien…..what I'm doing right now…..no I'm not busy at all…aww that's so sweet of you…okay see you in 10…bye honey." When she hung up she noticed how annoyed I was, "really chi, not busy at all?"

She laughed nervously and twirled a strand of her hair, "I know you're upset with me right now but trust me, when you get your own boyfriend you'll understand," she quickly gave me a hug and turned around to walk out my room, "fine I get it boyfriends are more important than your dear lonely best friends okay, sometimes I wonder why I even love you,"

Blowing me kissed and laughing the whole way, "I love you too Bulma, don't fret I'll make it up to you tomorrow promise."

After she left I remained thinking about what we talked about. I guess it's true though, I've never really done anything for myself, and I always do what my parents tell me to do

*****Flashback*****

"Bulma honey, the national science fair is coming and as the heiress of capsule corporations you must participate at all costs," looking at the face of my father who sat in the chair directly in front of me in our living room, feeling brave I decided to subtly tell him that I didn't feel like participating, "but daddy, Charlene's birthday is coming up and I promised her that this year I wasn't going to miss it."

He brushed my comment aside like it was nothing, "you can go to it next year darling, but this year you have to make your mommy and daddy very proud, is that clear sweetie?"

Looking down at my feet, I realized that he would not change his mind no matter what I said, "Yes daddy….."

*****End Flashback*****

While I was in my own world dad was knocking on my door, he came in with a goofy grin on his face, "how's our little genius doing today? Guess what honey, I've got a surprise for you….."

I looked into his blue eyes, identical to mine, and could already guess that it had something to do with Oxford. He laid a paper bag in front of me and took out its contents, "I'm form Oxford and they are proud to have the heiress of capsule corps with them. They sent you brain-o-brain t-shirts, Oxford stationery, nuclear physics text books and a few other things. I've also signed you up for all the mechanical engineering and chemistry classes. You start in a week, isn't it exciting!"

I could feel my left eye twitching in anger so I mentally counted to 10 to calm myself, well as calm as could get. "No daddy it's not, I don't want to go to Oxford or Yale or any other high class university out there. I don't want to do things for you and mom anymore, I hated ballet, I hated summer school and I hated quire, who in their right state of mind names a school 'quire school of the elite' it's pathetic. I'm sorry daddy and I love you so much but I really want to go to NYU, I want to experience a little bit of the real world before I take over capsule corp and I will whether you agree with it or not."

He was taken aback for a moment then moved closer to me and hugged me gently, "why didn't you tell me how you felt all along sweetheart? I did all that because I thought it was what you wanted and since you never complained…I'm sorry for not really paying attention to what you wanted. I promise to make up for it princess no matter what."

We sat like that for a moment simply enjoying each other's company, "so NYU is it, I hope they can handle the pride, stubbornness and temper that is Bulma Briefs because not many can." We laughed together and for the first time I truly felt like daddy's little girl. And now, time for me to experience what life really has to offer, and I know I'm ready for it, I mean I AM Bulma Briefs.

A/N: well there you have it people, the next chapter will be out in a few days, tell us what you think in a review it would be much appreciated, until next time.

Natellah