Prologue

Looking over the balcony in her mother's massive garden that could have been mistaken for a state park Bulla tapped her pencil on her book as she impatiently shook her foot. Her mind was running wild her mother had told her this morning before she left for school they need to talk. The conversation could have been about anything really. Bulla had tried to back track all her lies from the last month or two and then tried to think of the truth of those lies. She gave up on her futile attempt of homework and slammed down the book.

Bulla looked at her phone and the time blared 6:00 on the dot into her cerulean eyes. As if on cue her mother pulled up into the wrap around driveway of the mansion. She saw her mother talking on the phone and smiling as she knew exactly who she was talking to. Bulla rolled her eyes and decided to meet her doom with pride and her favorite coffee and pastry that she picked up from the local beanery. Bulla grabbed the plea of innocents and met her mother in the living room.

Propping herself up on the Italian imported black marble she waited for her mother the get off the phone. Bulla did her best not to seem nervous so she put on her best poker face and watched her mother hang up the phone and look at her. "I picked up your favorites on my way home". Bulma narrowed her eyes at her teenage daughter and accepted the gifts and set them aside. "What did you do this time, get suspended"? Bulla nervously laughed and thought about it just in case.

"No, I was just being a loving daughter, as always". Bulla said with a fake smile. Bulma rolled her eye and sat down her phone on the counter top and took a bite out the muffin as she stared down her daughter. She shrugged her shoulders as she took off her blazer and pushed herself up against the opposite counter to look at a version of her younger self. "Anyways, I have some news for you". Bulla instantly got excited since her mother was the best gift giver.

"Oooo, I do like news. Is it in the form of something shiny"? Bulma shook her head and laughed as she took another bite of the muffin. "Nope. It comes in the form of dinner with a certain king". Bulma said looking at her daughter's expression over the rim of the coffee mug.

Bulla's entire expression change at the mention of a certain king. "No mom. I'm not going. I hate him". Bulma sat down the cup and looked over to her daughter as she hoped down on the counter. "Bulla when the King of the Saiyan Empire invites you to dinner, you go and you are coming. Plus his son is going to be there. I want you to finally meet him". Bulla rolled her eyes again and shook her head.

"No, mom. I don't like him and I really don't want to meet his son. I'm sure his reputation perceives him as a massive whore". Bulla said walking over to the fridge and grabbing a can of soda pouring it into a cup for herself. Bulma frowned and stared at her.

"I don't care but you're going and Bulla I taught you better to believe everything you hear. I'm sure you wouldn't have friends if people believed what they said about you. Dinner is at his beach house tonight at 8:00". Bulla covered her face and nodded. "People do believe everything and I don't have real friends anyways. I don't see why you like Vegeta. He's a total asshole and you've been dating him for like three years and he is still an asshole". Bulla said looking through her own phone as she googled the young prince.

"Well Bulla, I love him and I want you to really try to get to know him and his son". Bulla narrowed her eyes at her mother. She had never really demanded anything of her so what was it that she wanted from her this time. "Mom, I'm not going it's going to be awkward and I try to avoid people I'm not fawn of". Bulla said as she felt her mother's temper begging to rise in the large restaurant styled kitchen.

"No, you're going. I didn't give you a choice. Now pick out something pretty for an audience with a king". Bulla looked at her mother as she stared her down. She exhaled sharply as began to protest. "Mom why now. I don't get it. You have never forced me to interact with them before. Why is tonight so different than any other?" Bulma took a deep breath and stared at her almost mirrored image of herself. Tossing the rest of the muffin away she looked at her.

"Well, Vegeta wants us to move to his Planet and I agreed to it. You've said you wanted to travel more and I think it's a good idea. "Bulla's mouth almost hit the hardwood floors of the kitchen as she was in utter disbelief of what her mother just said.

"NO! I'm really not going now. I said I wanted to travel I meant on my own damn planet. No mom, I'm not moving and I'm not going to this ridiculous dinner. That would mean I'm okay with this and I'm not". She began to walk away until her mother's words stopped her. "Bulla I haven't been this happy since I met your dad. Believe me he would have wanted me to be happy. Please just do this for me". Bulla looked at the sadness growing in her mother's eyes and got up and headed up stairs.

"I'm going for a run". Bulla said leaving the large kitchen area.

"As long as you're pretty and punctual for this party. I don't care". Bulla change her out to a pair of black spandex shorts and a loose yellow tank top. She flipped her blue hair over and made it into a bun on her head and found her sneakers laced them up. She was out the door just as soon as she got dressed. She turned on her music and stuck the ear buds in and zoned out. Running was always her outlet for so much. Her it was her way of dealing with things if not her anger would get the best of her.

Sometimes she zoned out and ended up running five miles without even thinking.

She hated this idea. Then again she didn't want to upset her mother. She knew that she cared about Vegeta. They had been dating for a long time even before now. Her mother stopped talking to him for many years. Bulla had to admit that she was happier when they were together. Even if Vegeta was an arrogant pig headed jerk but for her mother's sake she would go to this dinner. Would she enjoy it? No. Would she pretend she liked the Saiyans? Nope but she would put on a pretty girl smile and put but the best little black dress and make it happen.

Vegeta's House- 8:15

Bulla seen her mother was like a giddy school girl the entire ride. She changed her outfit at least five times before they left and had two cocktails to calm her nerves. Bulla just shook her head and tried not to be bothered by the entire situation. They arrived the beach house and she wasn't sure why she was so surprised that at the grandness of the house. He was the king of an empire.

The house was on the edge of a cliff and looked more like a beach mansion than a beach house. The beach was a little walk from house maybe half a mile hike. The gate opened as they got closer and they entered the front yard from the wrap around drive way. Bulma parked the car and took a deep breath before opening her own door. Bulla had a new look on her mother's beautiful face, anxiety. Bulla fixed her own dress and pulled out her compact to check her make up. She decided to wear a black dress that was tight around her midsection and flowed to the top of her knees. The dress was complimented with black heels that had to be four inches and her long blue hair was parted down the middle with flawless and effortless waves.

Bulma finally exited the luxury car and walked to the door. Bulla was surprised when her mother enter the door code and just walked in. So this is where she was when she was working late at Capsule Corp. They entered the foyer and Bulma smiled when she saw two men sitting on the couch watching a movie of some sort. "Hey guys". Bulma said casually causing them to look at them. Both men were different but similar. A pair of onyx eyes and sparkling blue eyes traced her body.

"Hey Bulma" The lavender haired boy said getting up grabbing his glass. "Trunks this is my daughter Bulla. Don't let her attitude fool you she's actually very nice". Bulma said nudging her daughter in the ribs making her uncross her arms and gave a fake smile. "Nice to meet you Trunks". Bulla said looking at the glass. She wanted whatever he was drinking. She had never met him in her life but he look so familiar as if they'd met before but that wasn't true.

Maybe from his tabloid reputation was what made her seem to know him. Bulla shook his head and looked over to the spikey haired Saiyan king. "Vegeta I see you got a haircut since the last time I saw you. It's…nice." Bulla said looking for a compliment to give him. Which was rare in itself. She made it no secret that she wasn't a fan of his. He smirked and finished his beer and looked over to her mother.

Bulma's last dress choice was the best. A red dress that was long sleeved and short. The back of the dress was non-existing as there was a deep v-cut in it. Bulma a pair of dangling diamond earrings and he hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail that showed her beautiful face. "I'm surprised you're even here. What did you threaten you with?" Vegeta said as his eyes never left Bulma's. "Probably the same thing you threatened him with". Bulla said with a hint of an attitude which received a sharp look from her mom.

"Well, I'm starving lets' eat". Bulma said pulling Vegeta to the patio to start the begging of a very interesting night.