Let me start off by telling all that I do not own DBZ though I love it to death! I own nothing unless I specify a song or character that is made by me otherwise I own nothing.

A 16-year-old Bulma Briefs, her lavender hair tied back in it's usual ponytail sat on her queen sized bed looking up at her ceiling while listening to Smooth Criminal on her CD player that lay next to her on her purple toned bed spread. Her pillows were strewn all over the place while the bed spread was twisted around her. It was just another day in the life of an heir to a mass fortune.

This is so boring, she thought frowning as she closed her cerulean eyes before opening them seconds later on a sigh. There is nothing to do now that her friends Goku and Yamcha were in training once again. This left her to her own devices. She rolled onto her flat stomach forcing her shirt to twist around her slender form as her face relaxed into a thoughtful look as she gazed down at the white carpet that covered her bedroom floor, the sunlight from the open window making it glow. What can I do? As she was looking down her gaze fell on a book peeking out from under the edge of the bed. "Hmmm." She reached down and after some fight grabbed the edge of the book before setting it before her on the bed. On the cover was a girl, her flashy red hair pulled back and her smile bright as she stood before a tropical forest. Bulma had read this book several times in her lifetime and it always drew her back to one dream she had of leaving the house on her own. The Life of Sarah. Bulma sighed as she thought, I wish I could be like her. She's got it all. She's sexy, she has a man, and she wasn't stuck in a house all day. She got to have all sorts of adventures. In the background Bulma could still hear Smooth Criminal as it drew to the end of the song. She sighed again and closed her big blue eyes in defeat. A few minutes later her eyes flew open as an idea struck her. With a burst of energy and insight she screamed out in teenage enthusiasm, "Okaasan! Otousan!" as she ran down the stairs, her long purple locks flying behind her in abandon while her socked feet thumped with every step. Even in the ponytail they were never tamed, the mass so wild.

"In here!" her mother called out as Bulma hit the last step before rushing into the room that held both her parents. The teen was breathless with her eyes glowing with life as her parents turned their attention to her. Bulma held her knees as she hunched over, her breathing labored as she tried to form words. Her blond mother gazed lovingly at her only child while the white lavender haired man that was her husband looked a little worried as his daughter opened and closed her mouth like a fish.

"I... want..." she gasped out as Mrs. Briefs smiled at her lovely daughter before she reached out to touch Bulma's lavender bangs affectionately, the soft feel of her daughter's hair a comfort for any mother. Around them the large room glowed brightly from the bay window that showcased the living room. Around the adults were several shelves that were filled with antiques among other things. Robots buzzed around them tending to plants and dusting nooks and crannies.

"Wait until you catch your breath, Hon," Bunny said as she placed her magazine on the floor next to her where one of the bots picked up and returned it to the magazine stack on the coffee table before the older woman. Bulma took several deep breaths as she calmed down, her heart slowing back down to a normal pace as her mother's hands rested in her own lap. She watched her daughter's once flushed face return to a normal color, the pale skin that graced the teen's baby face making said teen look like a porcelain doll.

"I want to go on an adventure!" Bulma exclaimed suddenly. Her parents looked at her still, no real expression on their faces. The movie that her father had been watching continued on even without them watching it.

His eyes softened as he said, "Okay." He turned back toward the TV to watch the movie. "Tell me where and I'll make the reservations after the movie is over." The lavender haired teen shook her head as she moved over to her father's side.

"Iie, Otousan," she stated as she continued to move in front of her father blocking his gaze. Most parents would get onto their child, but Bulma was their only child and they were so mild mannered that yelling didn't happen in their house. Besides the fact that they spoiled their only daughter to pieces so she usually got what she wanted, but this was new to them. "I want to go by myself." This was definitely different. His daughter usually wanted to go where she wanted, but never on her own. Bulma usually was with one of the boys or they always accompanied her. She was much too young to go on her own, especially as she was their only kid as well as being their heiress!

"Are you sure, Princess?" he inquired, not sure she was really sure as she was a teen and they were nieve about what they really want. Most adults saw their kids as that, but Bulma she always wanted something and then when she realized what it entailed she would change her mind. She nodded, her bangs falling into her eyes at the motion as the sun moved higher into the skies above their domed mansion.

"Hai!" she responded enthusiastically with a smile as if she knew she had won their approval. Mr. Briefs closed his eyes in thought, a protest ready when his wife touched his arm. He reopened his eyes to look into her large brown ones, the look in them telling him all he needed to know. His wife knew their daughter so well and knew that she wouldn't give up.

"Just let her go," Mrs. Briefs said smiling at him. "She is old enough to be on her own."

"Orai," he said on a sigh. His daughter jumping into his arms, her arms wraping him in a tight hug before heading out of the room squealing.

"Arigato gozaimasu Otousan, Okaasan!" Bulma called as she ran up the stairs with all her thoughts on what to bring and what to do on her solo adventure. Adventures were not always planned, but most had a goal in mind. It wasn't the desination, but the trip that you took to get there.

"Yamero!" her father's voice sounded as he stood and walked to the end of the stairs, his face sad yet firm as he waited for his daughter to stop, the white carpet of the stairs glowing like her face as she turned, the smile still there.

"Hai, Otousan?" she inquired just feet from the top of the stairs that led to the second floor of the five story home. Windows were everywhere and if they weren't there were plenty of lights to showcase the house to anyone in the home.

"Itsu?" her father asked, his voice soft as he questioned when his daughter planned to take this trip.

"Tomorrow," was her simple response as she continued on her trek to her room, her form disappearing from sight. His wife came over and stood next to him with a smile on her bright face as she seemed almost giddy with the idea of her daughter leaving.

"It will be okay," she stated with certainty her normal ditzy attitude gone as her inner intelligence shone through. "She is our daughter after all. Smarts and an adventurous spirit." Mr. Briefs nodded as the parental unit looked up in union where their daughter now was packing, her music blasting down the hallway and down the stairs.

Bulma walked outside the next day with a smile on her face as she looked out onto the morning horizon, her black pack settled on her back and her hair pulled off her neck into a short ponytail that moved with the wind blowing around her. She was dressed in tight black Capri shorts and a lavender tee that stopped short of her knees with one word on it in big, bold, black type that read 'Bulma.' The sun was just rising and the colors were amazing as they filled the dark skies with light before the teen giving her the impression that the day was open to possibilities. Before hopping onto her air bike she turned and kissed her parents. They looked like they were feeling mixed feelings, her mother's eyes shone with excitement while her father's large blue orbs shone bright with apprehension Her bike engine erupting in a burst of power as it rumbled with the same power, her small form shaking with the rumble of the engine.

"Ja mata!" she hollered as she rode into the sunrise, her parents waving her off, well, her mother waved her off as her father just stood there. Little did all of them know that this was probably going to be the last time they ever saw each other again for a long long time. Bulma flew across the blacktop as her home grew smaller as she sped off into the rising sun, the road below her still cool from the night, but heating up with each hour as noon grew closer. She was not really sure of where she was going, just knew she was heading somewhere, somewhere where she could be free and have some fun. She had looked over maps all night and hadn't found a destination that she particularly liked the sound of. Being a spoiled teen as she was she was picky when it came to where she wanted to go so this was a big step for the heiress. As she was passing out of a city a shadow engulfed her form, the shadow circular in shape as it grew larger. She turned her head to the skies above her to see what could be over her just in time to see the unknown circular object flying straight into her path, well, more like on top of her! "Kuso!" muttered as she sped up, the cycle under her groaning with the effort to avoid being hit. She pushed her little bike hard to speed up, unfortunately it was not made for such pressure and the object landed on the ground just a few feet behind her with a loud crash forcing her to be thrown a few dozen feet forward, her last conscious thought of what would happen to her.

When Bulma became conscious it was obviously close to sunset, the light much like sunrise but different as the lights would fade and night would close cerulean gaze flickered around her as she felt the cold night air falling around her, the temp falling to announce the evening that was fast approaching. As she sat up she felt a slight pain in her right leg.

"Shimatta!" she cursed as she reached down, hoping that her leg was not broken, and pissed off when she realized it was. She then remembered what had happened to her just hours ago, the day having passed with her passed out on the road. I wonder what it was? she asked herself as she pulled herself into a somewhat upright position, the pain in her leg making moving excruciatingly painful and taxing. After locating her backpack just inches from her she dragged herself slowly to the hole left by the UFO. An UFO? Oh, my Kami am I crazy? I must be. An UFO? There is no such thing. She peered over the edge of the large crater and frowned at what she saw below her. There in the middle of the indention was a spaceship! She jumped back in surprise. "Now I know I'm crazy," she muttered before shaking her head to clear her thoughts. Especially if I'm seeing spaceships and talking to myself. But, she thought as she peered over the edge, I'm seeing it and I am awake, right? She pinched herself. "Ow!" Yup, I am. Should I check it out or leave it alone? The choice was taken from her as the pod opened with a loud hiss, smoke appearing around the oval door as a white gloved hand appeared on the side of the white orb. "Oh, kuso."