Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters.

Okay, so here's another story idea I had as I've been updating, Bulma, the misunderstood genius with daddy issues, and Vegeta, the alien prince sent to Earth by his parents to study. Yes, all of the planets are interconnected, so it's no secret who anyone is to one another. That's just a short summary.

"But dad, I don't see why I have to go here of all places. I mean, couldn't I have gone to a nice rural area for college? I've lived in the city all my life. I need a break."

"You'll do as I say, Bulma, or so help me-"

"I know, I know. You'll cut me off and force me to be out on my own without money for school. I got it. Hey, I'll call you when I get there. Traffic is getting worse."

Bulma Briefs, daughter of the most prestigious scientist in the world, was starting her first year of college in a few days. It was easy for her to get accepted into any university with the grades she had, plus the experience she got working as an engineer for her father. She was brilliant and beautiful and everyone thought it would be so cool to be her; however, they would be wrong.

Bulma never got anything she wanted, and no not material things, but the things that mattered. She never had true friends, only those who wanted expensive presents and dropped her at the drop of a pin when she refused. Although she was a scientific genius, she truly hated the subject. She would much rather study English and writing. Instead, her father was forcing her into his alma mater, twelve hours away from home by car, to study both science/engineering and business. She had originally told him that she was going to pursue her dream to be a writer and move to some technologically inadequate (for the most part) state. As soon as the words exited her mouth, he threatened to cut her off and despite the grades she had, Bulma knew that she would never be able to get enough grants or scholarships. She reluctantly agreed to do it his way as long as he allowed her to minor in creative writing. He agreed only if her "worthless English classes" didn't bring down her grades. Yup, it was totally great to be her.

She was sick of her life being decided for her. Her mother was too much of a ditz to argue with her father or defend her case. Her father, well he just wanted her to be like him. That never sat well with Bulma. She had thought about running away on an adventure two years prior, but as soon as she neared a car, her father showed up with his judgmental scowl and Bulma let him walk all over her again.

Well, there was one thing that consoled her about the situation. She was twelve hours from home; her father was always busy with the company that he would never visit her; and she was free to do whatever the hell she wanted (within reason) and her father would never know. What more could she ask for?

Freedom…

"Prince Vegeta, we are nearing Earth's atmosphere. Get situated for the landing."

Vegeta sighed with derision. "Fine Nappa. Make sure the idiot gets buckled down as well."

"Right," Nappa muttered.

Vegeta took a seat in his private room and buckled up for what he understood to be an unpleasant landing. It would be unpleasant because he did not want to even set foot on a planet full of weaklings. No doubt they would know his status, and he didn't want to deal with being in the public eye too much. On his home planet, he was left well enough alone, but Earth was not only a planet of superior education. It was a place of superior gossip.

And why would his parents dictate he leave his home? For that multicultural and educational experience. Seriously, he could just watch one of the Earthling TV channels on his home planet and get educated on their "culture" that way. What was there to learn? There was a lower, middle, and upper class, just as there was on Planet Vegeta. Parents raised their children until they were legal adults and still managed to keep in their lives and make the decisions, just like on Planet Vegeta. The planet focused on different styles of cuisine and music, just like on Planet Vegeta. And of course, the humans prided themselves in their sports, fights, and wars, just like on Planet Vegeta. Other than the celebrity gossip and the oceans, how was it any different from his home planet?

"Landing in twenty…" the computer reported. "Landing platform delta utilized."

Vegeta ignored the computer. He didn't really care what loading dock they were landing on. He just wanted to get the next four or more years over with.

"Who knows?" he remembered his father saying. "You might like Earth, and maybe find a mate since you don't seem to be interested in anyone here."

Vegeta scoffed at the idea. Why would he, the Prince of All Saiyans, even consider mating with a weakling human? The idea was laughable at best. There would never be anyone worthy enough to mate with the Saiyan prince, or so he kept telling himself.

"Yay, Vegeta, we're here!" Vegeta's closest friend and rival exclaimed, coming into his room. Vegeta hadn't even registered the landing. "Hey, c'mon. I'm hungry and I want to go find one of those all-you-can-eat buffets we always hear about before we get to the campus."

"Fine, Kakarot, we'll do that," Vegeta agreed at the thought of food. A few things would never change from being on the weak planet, his fighting spirit and his Saiyan appetite.

"Look dad, I'm here; I got my books; I unpacked everything into the campus apartment. What more do you want as proof that I'm giving in? Are you going to call me every three minutes to make sure I haven't skipped town?" Bulma shouted into her cell phone. She sighed in frustration while being yelled at by her father. She hated being on the phone with him in public because it was always a screaming match and she drew even more unwanted attention to herself. Today was no different.

Bulma was too busy being berated to notice that she was in someone's way. Whoever she was blocking decided to shove passed her causing her to drop her phone. Bulma looked up to see three very muscular men walking into a buffet.

"Vegeta, that wasn't very nice," one of the taller guys with black, spiky hair scolded. He picked up Bulma's phone for her. "Here, miss. Sorry about my friend."

"Hn," Vegeta replied crossing her arms, "she shouldn't have been in MY way."

Bulma frowned at the shortest of the group. He was around her height and his hair was shaped into a flame. "Thanks, I guess," Bulma muttered before realizing her dad was still on the line. She gasped and put the phone back up to her ear in the middle of her father screaming at her for attempting to hang up on him. "No, dad, I didn't try to hang up on you. I just dropped my phone. I'm not lying!" She sighed in frustration yet again and walked away from the buffet entrance.

"My prince, was that really necessary?" Nappa asked. "I'm supposed to guard you from other people, not other people from you."

But Vegeta wasn't listening. He was staring at the girl who was having just as much difficulty with her father as he had with his. For the first time in his life, the prince was feeling guilty, just because he indirectly caused more problems for her. He scoffed at the idea. What did it matter anyway? He didn't care about anyone else, and that included the human girl.

A/N: Now, before anyone gets upset about Dr. Briefs being made out to be a jerk, I actually like his character in the anime. Everyone who knows me, through PM and my other stories, knows that some days I need to vent and I get ideas that have at least some part to do with my own life XD Yay, life experience time! So anyway, I'm sorry if you don't like that controlling father aspect…I deal with it on a daily basis X3