I don't own Dragonball Z, I wish I did though...

"Darn it! How come I can't write or think of a fucken story to write about!!!"

A young woman sat there at a lonesome, clean desk at the corner of the room. It was quite dark in there, the only source of light available created from a small lamp with a purple lamp shade. Her room was quite simple. It consisted of a twin size bed with a plush comforter that looked soft to the touch; it was a deep shade of crimson with gashes of black on the edges. Her floor was a dark colored mahogany with a small round carpet with a sushi design. The walls were bare except for a poster with a dragon on it with some unknown writing on it. Of course she understood it or else she wouldn't have placed it in her room. There were two doors in her room, one on the right was for her closet and the other was for her personal bathroom. There was one large window that led to a balcony on the south side of the room.

She herself was easy to describe. She was the age of 18, her first year in college. She had a simple hair cut, but it looked original and outstanding due to the color of it. Her hair was a beautiful hue of blue. It only made her eyes look even more outstanding for they were blue as well. She was of average stature and dressed very simple. One would think she was of the lower middle class, but, to everyone's surprise, she was the daughter of a prestigious inventor and owner of Capsule Corp. It was her sworn fate to become the leader of a technological empire. But enough of that, we shall go on to the present of Miss Bulma Briefs.

She sat there thinking, brow furrowed. She racked her brain for some inspiration for the story she had to write. Of course it was hard for her; she wasn't a literature major, it wasn't in her. An expert in her field of science, technology, and mathematics, but when down to the language arts section she truly did not enjoy it. It did not mean that she failed the subject, goodness no. She was the top of her class, but she only did what was told to do and any assignment based on literary creativity was hard on her. She then chewed on the tip of her pencil, leaving teeth marks on it. She then flung it at the wall.

"This story is due in a few days, and I can't think of anything," she sighed wondering what to do. At that moment there was a knock at the door, and in walked her blonde-haired mother.

"I just baked this batch of cookie just for you, dear. I also brought some juice for you to drink," her voice was of high-pitch and too happy for Bulma.

"Thanks mom" was all she said and her mother walked out of her room. She grabbed a cookie and took a bite out of it. It was her favorite kind, macadamia nut cookie. She took a drink from her juice and sighed again. She stared at the digital clock she made just a few weeks before. It was five past nine. She knew it was early, but she still felt tired.

"I should take a bath and go to sleep, I'll tackle that damn assignment tomorrow."

She stood up and grabbed a towel and walked into her own bathroom. Within fifteen minutes she was done with her bath. She walked out dried her hair and brushed it until all the tangles were gone. She laid upon her bed and went into a dreamless sleep that was just dark.

Somewhere in a distant galaxy far away stood a prince on an alien ship that was traveling at a speed not capable for humans to achieve at this point. It was nothing to him, it was actually quite slow for him. He had to get ready for another purging mission on a place called Earth, but he was first to learn there culture and habits. He hated the idea of doing such a mediocre task, but he knew he could not question Frieza's authority… at least not in his state of power. He had sworn complete vengeance on the lizard tyrant for destroying his home and family. He never had a chance to learn soft, warm emotions, he was always alone and always received a beating from Frieza's elite henchmen. He was the age of 20.

If ever asked on love, it would strike him as odd. Love? What is love to him? The only memories of love would be when he was a mere child, when she was still alive. His mother was the only one who could give him love. When she died, his father kept on with his life, but he became more distant from everyone else. On the outside his father didn't show that he cared for his son. He was a king of a proud empire, destined to become strong. Deep down his father had cared for him, but it was too late when he found out.

He remembered the conversation his mother and father had a week before the planet was destroyed. His father and mother were discussing plans for finding a mate for him.

"It should be a female who is submissive…" his father stated plainly.

"Yes that does seem something quite interesting, but it would be nice if she had some keenness and strength that would match his own. He deserves the best." Her mother was facing toward the window.

"Well, it would be a perfect match to find a person that was just like him. It sure would make his life full of adventure," he just laughed at his statement.

The young Vegeta just stared at his parents through the crack in the door. He was surprised on what he heard.

That was just a passing memory in his doomed life. There was no chance he would find someone to love the monster that he was. He was lost in his own thoughts he did not notice someone coming up behind him.

"Prince Vegeta, your pod awaits for you to depart," A turquoise alien stared at him. He had green hair with armor similar to Vegeta's.

Vegeta just grunted toward the alien. It was the person he despised the most. His name was Zarbon. Zarbon would try any opportunity to make Vegeta be on the receiving end of Freiza's wrath.

Vegeta walked passed him and headed toward the pod base. When he arrived he was prepped for the journey. There was a round ball that resembled a baseball waiting for Vegeta. He stepped inside, the door closed, and he went into a deep slumber. During his slumber, his mind received a course on earthling lifestyles and language. It was a month long slumber for him.

What do you think of this story? I hope to update soon, and keep up with the creativity. I am not very good at writing stories, but I had the idea to write this one!