Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of it's characters, but this is my fic.

Bulma is a young executive for Capsule Corp. who is too busy in her job that her personal life has gone to shit. She keeps having dreams about being married to a faceless guy with kids. Her father hired a new guy to become her partner and things starts to become clear to her. But the fear of commitment forces her to push him away.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Bulma sat in her third board meeting for the week and frankly she was getting pissed. It's Labor Day weekend, everyone is either getting ready to go out for the weekend, or just go home and sleep. Why did she have to go through more torture on a Friday? Her father's company is the largest Computer and Military software company in Japan. She is the heiress and everyone expect her to live up to her father's expectation.

Her dream was to become a sergeant but ever since she was a child, her father has been pushing her to follow in his footsteps. While her classmates play and have fun, she was reading science magazine at an 8th grade level for a child being the age of 6. So basically she has some pretty big shoes to fill.

Her father is suppose to retire soon and the weight of the company will be on her shoulders, and being at the age of 28, every one expect her to do a better job than her father, being young blood with fresh ideas. 'But I have news for all you critics and reporters, you can shove it.' Bulma grunted in a un-lady like fashion to emphasize her point. She nestled both hand on her cheek and rest her elbow on the large mahogany table that was surrounded by 11 old men in black tuxedo, bad breath and a two much money for their own good. It was supposed to be a board meeting; you know the usual talk about how to put smaller companies out of business while getting richer. All the talks were drowned out of Bulma's absent mind on account to her thinking out loud.

"…….isn't that right Ms Brief?" Bulma's head shot up at the mentioning of her name. The surprise and confused look on her beautiful face didn't go unnoticed by the room's 11 occupants.

"Umm…..yeah…yeah." Bulma said and shamefully hang her heard down. The meeting went on for the next hour and Bulma release a sigh of relieve as she exit the briefing room. She stretch her arms to the ceiling and stretches her lower back. She yawned one more time and head to her personal office. That is until her path to her office was hindered by one of her father's many interns. She looked up at the young and somewhat handsome guy staring down at her.

"Hey gorgeous, so have you found a man to warm you're sheets yet? I mean you're not getting any younger….." Bulma cut the man off.

"Do you need something sir?" Bulma look up at the slightly taller guy with the X shape scar on his left cheek.

"Quit talking like you don't know me." He said as he blocked her path to get to where ever she was going.

"It's called professionalism. We are at a place of business so act like it. And again, what do you want?"

"Nothing much, It's just that…… that I have some tickets……. to see this play but unfortunately, I don't have a date…" She waited for him to continue. He said as he turned his face towards the window and watch Bulma's every movement from the corner of his eyes. He didn't want to seen more interested than he really is. Everyone is talking about the beautiful, rich, and available bachelorette Ms Brief, and if he can nail her, his life would be set. "So I was wondering if you would go with me ….later…..tonight…maybe."

Bulma cross her arms below her perky bosoms which make them protrude through the fabric of her white button down business blouse. Bulma saw him gawking at her with his face lust stricken. She gave him a look of disgust.

"…..so what happen to my….I mean you're personal assistant. Remember, the one that used to work for me? Last time I check she was working you. I what's the world coming to if guys like you don't have a date." Bulma said sarcastically with a disgusted look on her face.

"…..oh um she um…fghf…uthgff" He mumbled under his breath while his cheeks turned rosy red.

"You're disgusting. After you're finish using her, you move to the next best thing." Bulma put emphasis on her self as she turned her back to him.

"No beautiful, it's not even like that." He said and put a hand on her shoulder but she shook him off.

"Poor girl gotten fired for messing with you because she thought she was in love." Bulma rolled her eyes at the love word. She's too busy to find time for a boyfriend much less to fall in love.

Yamcha stood quiet with an emotion less appearance. He didn't care.

"You're a scum Yamcha, stay the fuck away from me. Or else I'll get my father to get rid of you're ass. Intern or not." Bulma said and walked away with her last words echoing down the hallway.

Bulma walked inside her office still feeling the aftermath of being in the presence of someone that is below her three inch black heels. She walked over to her desk and pressed a button on her phone, a chirpy female voice came out of the speakers.

"Capsule Corp. how may I help you?" The woman said in a bored tone. Even in her bored tone her voice was still high pitch.

"Sandy, it's me Bulma. I got a lot of paper work to do and I'm going to be late so you can take the rest of the day off." Bulma said and put on her glasses and sat in for the rest of the boring day.

"OKAY MISS B. SEE YOU MONDAY." Bulma almost had a heart attack when the woman replied. The phone line went dead and Bulma got out her pen and started filing paper work. Truth be told, she didn't have to do the paper work until next week which was more than enough time to do it. It was either that or going home to her 61 inch plasma TV watching old romance movies while drowning her sorrows in a bucket of chocolate ice-cream. The harsh reality was that she was alone and that's how it's been since she graduate from high school. She was so busy trying to walk in her father's path that she didn't have time for her self. Or at least that's the excuse that she uses.

She turned on the radio and slid in her favorite love album in her CD player while going over the papers.

Two hours later

There was a knock at the chocolate colored mahogany door. When no one answered, the person let them self in. There they saw a blue haired beauty sleeping on her work desk drool seeping out the side of her lips.

When the door open, Bulma jumped out of her slumber. After thirty minutes of filling out paper works, she got bored and decides to take a quick nap. Now two hours later. A ½ lavender ½ grey haired man looking down at her.

"Honey, what are you still doing here? Shouldn't you be out hitting the clubs and having fun? Even me and you're mother is going out." Dr. Brief said as he closed her door behind him and approaches his only child.

Bulma rubbed the sleep from her eyes and the drool from her cheek. She was happy it was only her father; the press would have a field day with a picture of her napping on the job. "Oh……umm…..I was just getting some paper work that piled up from last week." Bulma felt guilty lying to her dearest father but what was she suppose to say? 'Oh daddy I can't find a date to go with me, everyone thinks I'm a rich snotty bitch that will never be like her father.' Hell no.

"Oh….can't you do it on Monday, I mean it don't look like much. I'll even do them for you." The good Dr. sat on the desk as he picked up the stacks of white paper with a bunch of nonsensical gibberish written all over it. Bulma was quick to snatch it back from him but it was too late. He saw the drawing she had doodled on the top sheet. It was a bride in a wedding gown and the bridegroom in his tux. He didn't want to pry in his daughter's personal life but what kind of a father would he be if he didn't. 28 or not, he was still her father.

He went over and gave his daughter who was on the verge of tears and gave her a hug. "Oh honey, is that what this is about. You not being able to find a date?" Tears were flowing freely down Bulma's pale cheeks.

"I feel so pathetic dad. Every guy I talk to thinks I'm a hot-tempered, homicidal bitch with a vile mouth. I'm slowly starting to accept the fact that I'm going to grow old alone and die alone." Bulma said with her head in her father's neck crying her eyes out.

"Blue, its okay. You just haven't found a guy who can match you quick wit. I was like that once but then I realize that I was going to be alone if I didn't lower my standards. That's how I end up with you're mother." They both chuckled. They both know how air brained mother Brief could be. So her father must have lowered his standards very low. Her mother was a beautiful woman, that's where she got her beauty from, but she's a few wires shore of a complete cable.

"Thanks dad. You always know how to cheer me up." She said in between sniffles.

Dr. Brief grabbed his daughter by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. "Now go out and have a good time, you don't need a guy to make you feel special. After all you were born alone." He said in his fatherly tone.

"No dad, it's okay. I'll just go home and take a hot bath and catch a late flick." Bulma said looking down on the carpeted floor from her father's gaze. "You go on and have a good time." She broke contact with her father and grabbed her briefcase while her head still hung low. The good Dr. look at his daughter as she crammed a bunch of paper in her briefcase and walked out of her office. His heart was torn in two to see her so down. He would give up all his riches just to put a pure smile of joy on her face. What's an old man to do?

"Dad?" She said called him from the door frame. He was thinking that she had changed her mind and was going to go out.

"Yes Hun." He said with a hopeful smile on his face.

"Would you mind locking up for me?" It was more of a request than a question. She was gone before he could answer.

"Sure Blue." He said to him self.

:Cliffy That's going to be it for now…read and review….hope you guys like it.