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Everything Happens For A Reason.

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Prologue

There is a time in everyone's life when change is inevitable, and even more plausible when it is forced. How we each deal with it is irrelevant, but be safe in the knowledge that everything happens for a reason.

The human mind is a fascinating thing, its intricacies as crippling as they are free. Take our heroine. Bulma Briefs. Now she belongs to a preconceived concept. It is a paradox to her life that is hard to comprehend for most. For a woman who has lived and coped through so much, it is pointless to reminisce on the premise of 'what if.' That is the reasonableness of effectual inducement.

Fate, however, has its own plan and even though you may think that it is swayable, you can never wholly sidestep it. Subtlety never comes clawing to pin cognisance by the scruff of the neck. Events will eventually transpire to hold you to the way your life was predestined to be.

You see Bulma had something missing in her life. It was her secret. She took extra care to hide it from the world in an excuse for happiness. There was a lot that she wouldn't show, because she couldn't yet deal with the repercussions. She had to feel secure that it was right. She ignored this on a daily basis, put it to the side and remembered that everything would be ok as soon as Yamcha was wished back.

On the outside of course there was very little for her to be unhappy about and that's what tormented her the most. It wasn't right to feel so lost when she had so much. Materialism indeed was a factor, but it was confounded on with the privilege of friendship and liberty. Was it any wonder then that she felt so guilty for her own unease?

Of course Bulma Briefs was Bulma Briefs, and she always managed to find a way to augment her agitation.

Charitableness was a dimension to her character, ingrained though the openness of her mother, and despite how much trouble it got her in, she wasn't about to change it. Perhaps it had even been strengthened with the adventures she had shared with Goku as a child, but being given something tangible to get worked up about was (in her honest opinion) better than fretting over a something that should never bother her in the first place. If she was completely open to herself then it was the same as work. She always had to have an invention to work around, whether it be mechanical, mathematical, or - as in her current form of dementia - animal. Her mind would never be satisfied with anything less.

She had only been wished back from Namek for one week and she was sure that the tedium of ordinary life would have already invaded her heart had she not had the distraction of the Namekian refugee's, and more especially the Saiyajin enigma to fall back on. Of course the Namekians were perfectly able to look after themselves and revelled in the alien atmosphere of the botanical level her home had to offer. She found them fun, companionable and if she was completely sincere, far too easy to give her the distraction she had hoped for.

Including Vegeta Ouji in the invitation, she therefore concluded, had been a masterstroke after all. So long, of course, as she could keep him onside, but as the old adage goes it is best to keep you friends close, and your enemies even closer. An adage that was more than likely as powerful an inducement for him to accept as it had been for her to offer.

On the whole she was pleased with the results. Vegeta was everything she had hoped he would be - Arrogant, proud, intimidating, powerful and altogether a dominating force. He had a knack for making people feel insignificant and worthless, a passion for creating it, and a temper that could be snapped or reigned in at the drop of a hat. He was conflicting, egocentrically unbalanced and ultimately, a delight for her intellect. That one man could instil so much feeling, whilst experiencing so little was a riddle that was well worth her time exploring. But there was so much more as well. Oh! How she longed to make all the math work! It would be delicious to find him out. How could anyone not see the logic or the desirableness in it?

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