Hey everyone!

Yes, I should be working on Almost Full Moon, but I have been working on this as well.

Now we all know the story. We've seen it a thousand and one times. Vegeta and Bulma got together and had Trunks. I personally like Trunks. But... no offense... why is it always Trunks? Or just Trunks and Bra? Keeping Canon is nice, but not when everyone does it. Go find Tempestt and read her storys. I think the story series 'Set me Free' and 'Free my Soul' are very original thoughts!

Oops! Rambling again!! Heh Heh! sorry!!

Well, I have read several stories where Vegeta wanted an heir. That's nice and all, but what's he going to do with a heir?

And Bulma? She is made out to be a freaking genius! Why is she so materialistic and in with the times if she was a genius? She would be a little more hard to understand if she was really genius type material.

So in this story, I pumped up Bulma's genius level and her personality took a small turn.

So instead of Vegeta being the one to demand an heir, you've got one smart heiress deciding that she wants Vegeta to give her an heir.

And thus you get:

The Setting Sun

Chapter 1

And Inspiration Struck... Which Might have been a Bad Thing...

Disclaimer: will never own DBZ

** Note: I am giving you a warning now. If you do not like tragedy, go find a different story. This one will throw you a loop that may be too hard to take. But I found it needed to break from everyone else's stories. What can I say?

Three years. That was the allotted time that the kid from the future had given them. She was to survive, but what would that mean? Living with monsters killing everyone every day of the week while all her friends laid six feet under?

That sounded like a terrible future to her. What would she do without them?

Bulma sighed as she laid on her stomach, slowly swinging her legs up and down as she watched Vegeta and Yamcha train from her balcony. It had been only a few weeks since Vegeta had blown the GR up. He was using the backup GR that they had that doubled as a space ship. She was half surprised that he didn't take off in it. She watched the engine run furiously as well as Yamcha doing a half crap job at his training.

She sighed, why did she date that man for so many years? She didn't know. He never did anything to his fullest. Not anymore. Hell, he didn't even pursue her to his fullest anymore. She sighed as she looked away, bored with it all now that nothing was needed of her.

She got up, deciding to do something different and maybe head to the labs. She was a woman who should not be bored. If bored, she could cause extreme chaos. It was as if Kami himself knew this and always kept her entertained so that she didn't decide to take over the world herself.

Because if she tried, no doubt she would prevail where so many had failed. It wasn't about using force or power or fear. It was all about overtaking the economy and ruling from the inside out. How foolish had everyone else been.

Trying to take by sheer force only alerted people like Goku and a hero would rise. Taking over slowly and subtly would be best course of action.

Bulma smirked as she shook her head. She shouldn't be entertaining those thoughts again. She had already decided there was just too much work in ruling the world when she was 20 after her first real break up with Yamcha.

Bulma got changed quickly before heading out. Her father gave her a wave goodbye as she headed to the main Capsule Corps HQ. She sat down at her desk once she reached the place and began to work on her paperwork.

It gave her something to do, something to focus on so that she didn't feel bored or useless. While everyone else was out there training, the only person, who even had a speck of sense to ask her for training gear, was Vegeta. She had given him what he had asked for, so he was content. If, no, when he became bored, he would merely ask –or demand- more. She liked it because not only did she get to test her droids, but he kept breaking them, show her the flaws and demanding better ones, which she always supplied.

He had found that if he left remains, she could see how they had failed to make his new ones better. He was a lot smarter than the others gave him credit for, but he was too obsessed with his training for her tastes.

Not that she looking for a new romance in her life. She had decided at the age of twenty-five that she would be single for the rest of her life. A few romps here and there with a few men, but she would never have it go far. She wasn't interested in what men had to offer. They bored her, actually. She could predict what they would do and it was boring.

Again, rule number one of Bulma was never let her get bored. Her father knew that, her mother knew that, and her employees knew that, but not the men who pursued her.

"Miss Briefs," She heard, pulling her mind out of her musings to see her secretary.

"Yes?" Bulma asked, looking up at the woman who pulled her from her musings.

She was short, barely taller than Krillin by a three inches or so, black raven hair and green eyes. She was wearing a green dress with a sash tied around her midsection, creating ruffles in her dress and knee high white boots. She had a professional air to her as she held Bulma's schedule in her hands.

"You have a meeting with the board," She said, sighing as she did, "And you are not going to like what they want."

Bulma raised a brow as she looked at her secretary, "Oh? Pray tell, Ryo, what do they want."

Bulma stormed down the halls after leaving the room of those… those.. pompous jerk-wads with the whorish daughters and pig sons! They wanted…

They wanted her to…

She gritted her teeth as she continued to march, Ryo catching up with her with practiced ease as she continued look down at the palm pilot in her hands.

"I told you," She said with a sigh, "that you weren't going to like what they said."

Bulma didn't stood storming down the halls as she headed for the doors to leave. She was not staying here and there was no way in hell that she was going to say anything to Ryo until she was safely in her car alone with her.

"Get my hairdresser on the line and get me an appointment," Bulma seethed, "Then call the spa and tell them to get ready for me."

Ryo was on the phone faster than Bulma could finish her sentence.

"Bonjour mon ami, je dois programmer un rendez-vous pour Bulma Briefs." She paused, listening to the person on the other line before responding, "Bien. Nous aurons raison plus de. Merci."

"They made an opening. Jacquie is excited to see you again, though she may be afraid of you if you are still simmering like you are." Ryo paused, dialing another number before beginning another conversation in another language.

That was what Ryo was good for. She was on top of things. She knew how things were to go. She never let Bulma down. That was why Bulma paid her well, making sure the woman never-ever left her. Hell, her pay was better than most of the scientists pay.

Bulma popped a capsule once they were outside, motioning Ryo to get in the car before she hopped in herself and slammed the petal to the metal. The car roared to life as it took off with the two women inside it.

"They want me to get married and produce an heir!" Bulma finally seethed, "Me! Can you believe it?"

"They fear losing your family's genius. Your mother might not work anymore, but Dr. Bunny Usagi and Dr. Teddy Briefs founded Capsule Corps and patented over half of the world's household items." Ryo told her, "It is only natural that they would want you to produce an heir. Bulma, you hit 30 months ago, they think you as an old has been if anything- the dipsticks."

Bulma seethed as she easily weaved through the traffic, skidding to a stop only once she got to her hairdresser's salon.

"I am not some old has-been! I am still young and I am still beautiful! I will show them who is expendable." Bulma growled as she marched in, leaving her car where she had it.

Someone else would get it for her. Ryo was right next to her yet again, talking.

"What are you going to do?"

"Do?" Bulma asked, looking at Ryo, "I am not going to marry one of their sons, like they had oh so quietly mentioned. I am not getting married. Period."

"But what about the whole heir business?" Ryo asked.

"The only reason they asked for an heir was so one of their sons might marry me. I am not going to take that. As for an heir…" Bulma smiled as she began to plot, "I will give them one if they so wish it, but it won't be like they had thought."

"You going to get an sperm injection?" Ryo asked, curious to what Bulma Briefs had in mind.

"No, too painful," Bulma shook her head, "No fun in it either."

"One night stand?"

"What if I failed?"

"Then what?" Ryo huffed as they finally approached Bulma's usual salon chair.

"When it's all figured out, I will tell you," Bulma said as she sat, her anger dissipating just like that.

Ryo repressed a shiver. This woman could take over the world if she so much as wanted to. Screwing over a board of directors was child's play to her. She kept her job if only because this one woman was the most interesting thing to watch. No doubt her little plan would backfire in the Board members' faces.

"Bonjour mon ami," a sweet tone said as one Jacquie appeared from the back of the salon.

She was the best stylist around, or at least she became that way when Bulma Briefs started coming to her. She was kind and patient and didn't have a cruel bone in her body. If anything, she was the sweetest woman in the world. She had a French accent since she came from the area Old World France had once been and the language as well as some of the culture lingered even after the Old World's destruction.

"Bulma!" She cooed as she touched the perm hairdo, "You have got to let me undo this! I cannot accept that my understudy did this to your hair!"

The one time she had been out with a cold, Bulma had come in and her assistant was crazy enough to perm Bulma's hair into this… this crows nest. She would not stand for that. Bulma's hair was exotic and it was wasted like this.

"Do what you want, Jacquie, I just need some time to think."

"Then I will make you look divine. Like a goddess or a queen!"

Bulma's eyes opened wide when she heard that. Ryo could see a smile slip onto her lips as she entertained no doubt a very dangerous thought.

"Do that," Bulma nodded, "Make me look good enough to capture the attention of even a stubborn prince."

Ryo gulped, wondering what the board had done. They had wanted an heir… And Bulma was going to give them just that. But the heir to what, even Ryo wasn't sure of.

"If you say so, Bulma," Jacquie shrugged.

She didn't seem to like this idea either. She did her job though. She had Bulma's hair straightened, cleaned, and added a light wave to her hair. She braided a few pieces, twisted others, and curled the rest in a messy but elegant style, adding a few gems there and there to add the final touches.

Not once had Bulma talked. It was mostly just Ryo and Jacquie. Both didn't want to know what was going through the woman's head.

"All done sweetheart," Jacquie said as she took the giant bib off of Bulma.

"Jacquie," Bulma smiled as she looked at herself, "You are a genius."

"I do my best," She shrugged, "Now be careful at whose hearts you try to steal."

"I will," Bulma smirked, paying Jacquie with a handful of hundreds.

She knew she over paid, but Jacquie undercharged usually anyways. As she said. The way to get people to serve her first was giving them the incentive to. Paying upfront and paying well made people want to reschedule to serve her first since they knew she would pay without a hassle.

"The spa ready?" Bulma questioned as she headed towards the lot, seeing her car and heading towards it.

"Yes, your regulars are all there today so I got you the works."

"Good," Bulma smiled, "Now give me the phone."

Ryo blinked as she handed the phone over to her boss, hearing the speed dial ring the number.

"Hello? Genki! Yeah! I'm fine!" Bulma paused for a second, "No I am not cancelling, but my secretary forgot to schedule an appointment for herself."

Ryo's eyes shot open wide, "No Bulma-san you don't-"

"Yes, yes, the works. She works too hard as it is, no doubt she has her own stress. Arigato!" She hung up and looked at Ryo, "Don't forget yourself next time."

"I do not want to assume, Bulma-san," Ryo sighed, "You don't need to do that anyways. I am just the hired help."

"Nonsense," Bulma said shaking her head, "You are my assistant and you help me. Anyone willing to put up with what you do needs to be spoiled. Plus," She paused giving out a grin, "I don't know woman who is a better girlfriend than you. Now get in the car and stop calling me Bulma-san."

Ryo smiled as she watched Bulma duck into the car, "Yes, Bulma-chan."

Bulma was quite proud of herself for thinking it up really. Her father was retiring in a few years or so, and she would be needed to run C.C. in his stead. Her mother had retired years ago to be a homemaker, but she knew her stuff, no matter her eccentric personality.

She knew that they would support her decision to be a single parent. Nowadays, she just couldn't trust the men that pursued her. If anything, their wealth brought the gold diggers and none of the fine men who would actually care for their daughter.

She did bother to give them a heads up though.

"Hello honey," Bunny said as she served her daughter tea, "I see you got all fancy. Did something happen at work today?"

"The board spoke to me," Bulma told her taking a sip of her tea, "They want me to settle down and start a family- or at least produce them an heir for the company."

Bunny's smile turned to concern, "Oh dear, they don't really expect you to do that, do they?"

"Yes," Bulma bit out before turning her expression back into a pleasant one, "But I actually am taking a shine to the idea of having a child. I am old enough and financially stable enough to have one. Plus, now is as good as time as any."

"I am so glad that you are having a positive outlook on this," Bunny smiled as she looked at her daughter, "So who is the lucky man going to be? Where is my future son-in-law?"

"No where mother," Bulma said as she crinkled her nose, "I am not having a husband. I don't want to get married. I just want a child, not the husband to go with it."

"Oh dear," Bunny sighed, "So I am never getting a hunky son-in-law?"

"Mother!" Bulma roared before calming down a bit, "No, I am not marrying. I don't want to keep guessing whether or not a man loves me for me or because of my money. If I was just a normal person, I wouldn't fret about it, but the fact is, I'm not. I am rich, smart, and beautiful and that causes greedy men to seek me out."

"Well then, how do you suppose you're going to get a child? Are you going to just do an injection?"

"No," Bulma shook her head, "I have a potential man in mind, but I doubt he would allow us to do that. I have certain expectations for my future child to have and I know only one man who can fill all of the qualities I am looking for."

"That rules out Yamcha, the poor dear," Bunny sighed.

Her daughter, though she may have loved him once upon a time, would never choose him now. Her expectations no doubt had to have a man almost as cunning as she was. That narrowed down the list and if Bulma said he fit the bill, then there was only really one man.

A very prideful man.

A very hunky prideful non-human man.

Bunny glanced out the window towards the GR. She knew where her daughter was leading up to. Though she wasn't too fond on this whole not getting married idea, she was sure she could manipulate the situation in her favor eventually.

"So, how do you think Vegeta will take it?" Bunny asked her daughter, already having caught on.

Bulma blinked before smiling. She should have known her mother would figure it out. She was the more social brains in the family. She had stopped working not just to be a homemaker, but to be the hostess who threw the parties, socialized, and gave Capsule Corps its reputation. She was just eccentric.

"I don't know," Bulma mused, "I'll just have to ask him when the time is right."

"And when would that be?" Bunny asked, a giggle escaping her.

She really did like that strapping, fine specimen of Saiyan genetics. If anything he would be grade A material for making her beautiful and darling grandbabies.

"Yamcha will be leaving within a month," Bulma decided, "I can tell he's going to be heading out again. He won't be back this time. I'll get to it around then."

"Alright sweetie," Bunny nodded, before frowning, "Though I would prefer you to get married before having children or even a relationship of this magnitude with a man; I just want you to be happy. But be careful, alright?"

Plans often backfired. Bunny knew this all too well.

"It'll only be a partnership. Nothing more," the young blonde said as she eyed the purple haired genius.

"Hai, only a partnership. I ask for nothing more." He agreed before smiling at her lovingly.

Bunny giggled at her memory. Their original deal went far beyond that.

"Talk to your father about it so he doesn't have a conniption when you start this little plan of yours."

"Yes mother," Bulma nodded before heading into the inside garden to see where her father was.

It had gone relatively well with her mother, but her mother was a sneaky one. She would have to watch her back for a while or next thing she would know she'd wake up in Vegas with Vegeta with nothing but a shotgun wedding certificate and a cheap motel room.

She quickly found her father feeding his pets. He had a hundreds of pets, but Bulma never took a fancy to any of the ones he brought home. She would pet them and play with them, but there were all distinctly attached to her mother and father.

"Ah, Bulma," her father greeted her when she came into his view, "How goes the company?"

"It's fine daddy," Bulma smiled, "It's the board that is causing mischief."

Her father frowned, "Oh dear, please tell me that they aren't suggesting you settling down again."

Bulma arched an eyebrow, "They've talked to you before."

Her father sighed, nodding now that he realized they finally went to her with their demands, "I am so sorry sweetie. I told them it was your decision and you couldn't be pushed into something like this."

"Oh, well, its okay," Bulma shrugged as she squatted down to pet an animal, "I decided that I should probably give them an heir so that they don't have to worry about our genius genes vanishing."

"That's great," her father smiled, before pausing, "But it is great as long as it is your decision, not theirs."

"Oh. I wouldn't let them bully me into a loveless marriage with one of their sons and produce half-witted children because their boys contaminated the genes." Bulma said with a sharp tongue, glaring because of the thought, "No. I don't want to get married, Daddy."

"Then how are you going to go about this?" Her father asked, catching on to what his daughter was going to suggest.

"I want you to trust me. Mother says that I have her support, but I want you to be there for me too."

"I will always have your back, sweetie. Even if you make poor choices, I'll still be your father and you'll still be my little girl. Just don't do anything you'll wind up regretting." He looked at her with worry.

"I won't regret anything, Daddy," Bulma confirmed as she stood up, rubbing her hands to get the fur off of them, "I just want your support."

"And you do." Her father nodded, "But don't be surprised if I'm not partial to it."

"Yes Daddy," Bulma said before she began to stroll away, "Love you."

"Love you too," Dr. Briefs smiled before looking at Scratch, his favorite cat and sighed, "I don't think it's going to be as easy as she thinks it will be, do you?"

The cat looked at him a moment before meowing lowly.

"I'm glad you think so," he whispered before scratching it on the ear.