A/N: Since it's A/U, ages, lifestyles, technology advancement, and attitudes don't have to be spot on. Enjoy ~

Chapter One – Bulma the Half-Saiyan Genius

It was a hot, humid day on Planet Vegeta. It had been quite uneventful so far, so a space pod crashing to the planet's surface was good excitement. Bardock and his fourteen year old son Raditz were the first on the scene. Raditz crossed his muscular arms and harrumphed.

"Sire, an unknown space pod has landed on our planet. It seems to be one of ours, yet it has Earth's Doctor Briefs' logo on it." Bardock said into his scouter. He never directly said anything to the King unless needed.

"Find out who's inside and bring it to me." The transmission was ended. The pod's door opened on its own and a sleepy, beautiful girl tumbled out of it. Raditz immediately got into a fighting position, but he relaxed when he realized the being was a girl. He blushed when he realized she was cute.

"W-where am I?" She hugged herself and wrapped her monkey tail around her waist. She was barely affected by the gravity change.

"You are on Planet Vegeta. You seem to be a Saiyan, but you don't have Saiyan hair or eyes. Hm."

"My name is Bulma, and my dad says I'm a genius." She crossed her arms defiantly.

"Well," Bardock said, picking her up. "You get to see the king now, and then we'll decide what to do with you." He suddenly noticed a letter in her pod.

"Raditz, grab that and come along." The two Saiyans walked off to the King's palace. Bulma complained about not being able to walk by herself, but shut up when Raditz made a rude comment to her. When they entered the throne room, Bardock finally put her down and told her to kneel before the King. She rolled her eyes but followed after them.

"This is Bulma. She seems to be at least half Saiyan; notice her tail, yet also her blue eyes and hair," He waved his hand for Raditz to give King Vegeta the letter. "This letter was found in her ship."

King Vegeta opened the letter and read it quietly to himself.

King Vegeta,

It is Dr. Briefs of planet Earth. I'm sorry to tell you that I can no longer continue to be of any service to you. I have knowledge that Frieza is coming to destroy my planet, and the Saiyan you have sent to guard me has bared me a daughter. There is only one pod here. The two of us have agreed to send our half Saiyan daughter, Bulma, to live on Planet Vegeta with you. Please be kind to her, for she will one day be of great assistance in your labs. At only age thirteen, she shows advanced knowledge for a girl of her age. I have enclosed her mother's sapphire and diamond necklace. Please give it to her when she comes of age to appreciate it; about sixteen.

Forever faithful,

Doctor Briefs.

If it had been anybody else, the king would have dismissed this. But he highly respected the doctor, and he could see the intelligence and Saiyan fire in the teen's eyes. He knew that one day, she would prove to be a fantastic scientist and if needed, an amazing warrior. He put the letter back into the envelope and took the necklace out, gazing at it for a moment. It was beautiful and matched the girl. He put it back into the envelope as well and told Bardock of the situation.

"Sire, she can stay with Raditz, Kakarot and I."

Raditz gave him a sharp glare and crossed his arms. Bulma just stood in her spot, looking as though she couldn't decide whether to be happy or cry.

"Very well. You are dismissed." Raditz took the envelope back from King Vegeta and they knelt one more time before leaving. Bulma was allowed to walk on her own this time. She was tired, though, so she went slower than the two Saiyans. Raditz sighed, not wanting to leave the annoying girl behind. He turned around and scooped her up in his arms. Though he was only a year older than her, he was taller and stronger by far. She smiled up at him. He glowered, cradling her awkwardly.

"Thanks, Radish."

"It's Raditz, fool."

She giggled. "It doesn't matter."

He ignored her and stared straight ahead, walking fast, matching his father's lengthy steps.

"You have long hair," Bulma yawned, reaching to touch it. "It's so soft."

"St-stop that!" He blushed. He'd never been this close to a female before. She was more outgoing than anyone he knew.

She giggled again. When they reached Bardock's home, Raditz set her down and she grabbed his arm to steady herself. She yawned loudly. Raditz tried to ignore her incompetence.

"Bulma, here is your new house. Until I can get another bed, you'll have to sleep with Raditz."

Raditz was appalled. "Father, I – "

"No objections. Take her to your room and get her settled now." He flew off to wherever it was he needed to be.

"Come along." Raditz walked into the house. Bulma leaned into him as they walked. She thought he was rather handsome.

"This is my room. Since I have no choice but to share it with you for now, there is the bed, there is the bathroom, there is my nine-year-old brother Kakarot's room, and there is my father's room," He pointed to each of them as he specified them. "The kitchen is down the hall. Now sleep, if you must." He pried her hand from his arm and began to walk from the room. Her small, delicate hand reached out and grabbed onto him before he could exit.

"Won't you stay with me?" Bulma asked with tears in her eyes. Raditz looked at her and realized how pathetic she was, showing emotion. She would be tore apart by the other Saiyans on Planet Vegeta if she kept this up.

"Only for tonight, for I understand what you've been through with the tyrant Frieza. Before you sleep, perhaps you should freshen up and eat. You must be hungry." He planned on letting her in on the tendencies of the people on this planet. Not all people can be gentle like Tarble and Kakarot, he thought. She smiled beautifully and nodded, disappearing to the bathroom. He took his armor off and placed it in the closet. He sat on his bed a while, waiting for her to finish grooming herself.

"Uh, Raditz?" Bulma called from the bathroom.

"What now?" He replied, agitated.

"Do you have any clothes that I could wear?" She sounded embarrassed. He quickly looked through his closet and found nothing that a female could wear. He darted to his father's bedroom and looked through his closet, into the part where his mother's clothes had been before she died. Sure enough, there was a dark blue training top and matching blue spandex shorts. They were a bit skimpy, but it would have to do. He also found a pair of her white boots. He knocked on the bathroom door and she opened it, swathed in a towel. He wordlessly handed her the outfit. She was shocked at it.

"A sports bra and spandex short-shorts? Pft!" She crossed her arms.

"It's the only thing I can find to suit a woman! Take it or walk about nude."

She blushed. "I'll wear this, thank you." Quickly, she shut the door. "I'll meet you in the kitchen."

Raditz walked to the kitchen, wrapping his tail tightly around his waist. Although his family was considered one of the best at fighting, they were still third class warriors. They were not permitted to eat with the first class and royalty, so they had been issued a kitchen in their house with food supplied weekly. He turned the tap on and filled a glass with cool water, sitting down at the round wood table and sipping it idly.

Bulma walked into the kitchen self-consciously, her eyes meeting the young Saiyan's. She sat down, feeling over exposed. In these shorts, her butt was barely covered, and in this top, her toned stomach was on full display. The sports bra showed off a lot of cleavage and it got even worse when she crossed her arms. The boots only added to her humility. Apparently people actually wore these on this planet.

Raditz had to tear his gaze away from her. He looked down at the table.

"Man am I hungry! What do you guys eat on this planet?" She laughed, breaking the tension between them.

"Meat, vegetables…well, just go see for yourself. We don't eat as well as Prince and King Vegeta here, but we eat pretty well. Being warriors."

"A prince?" Bulma turned from the open cupboard and swooned.

"There are two. Prince Tarble, the weakling, and Prince Vegeta. He's one of the strongest Saiyans."

"Oh, two princes!" She smiled and closed the cupboard, opening the fridge. She grabbed a bunch of grapes, not bothering to rinse them, and plopped down at the table, across from Raditz.

"Think fast!" Bulma grinned evilly and chucked a grape straight at his face. Unprepared, he barely got out the word what before it smashed onto his confused face. He scowled, picking up the fallen grape and throwing it at her twice as hard. She giggled and caught it with Saiyan reflexes.

"Outdone by a girl? Tsk, tsk!" She tossed it into the garbage; she wasn't going to eat it if it fell onto the ground. She plucked a grape from the bunch and tossed it high into the air, easily catching it in her mouth. Now she was showing off.

He reached across the table, grabbing a grape, and repeated what she had just done.

"Simple." He smirked. Bulma rolled her eyes, throwing another grape high into the air and across the kitchen. She jumped off of her chair, doing a double backflip to it and somehow catching it in her mouth.

"Can you do that, Radish?" She smiled playfully.

"It's – ugh! That was pointless."

"You're just jealous that you can't do it." Bulma walked gracefully over to her seat and ate more grapes.

"I've never tried. That was an intricate move you just performed." He tossed a grape to her. She caught it in her mouth.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" She tossed him a grape and he caught it in the same fashion she did.

"Training with Kakarot, Nappa, and Vegeta. Tarble may come spar, if he's not too interested in being a pacifist." Raditz rolled his eyes.

"Can I come with you? I'm a pretty good fighter." Bulma's eyes widened and she clasped her hands together.

"Pft! No! You are but a mere half Saiyan. And a woman, no less." He guffawed. "You'd be crushed to bits by my comrades and I."

"You asshole! My very own mother was a strong Saiyan who trained with me every day! I'm skinny for a reason, you know!"

Raditz's scouter beeped and he casually looked at the numbers popping up on the screen.

"Oh, getting mad, are we?" He smirked at her, crossing his arms; he was actually curious of her power. It was near his own, and rose as she got angrier, powering up as it may seem.

"You're a jerk!" She stood abruptly and sashayed out of the room. Bulma had anger issues and didn't want to punch him only to regret it a few seconds later. Once she was in her – well, Raditz's – room, she curled up onto the bed. It barely seemed large enough to fit the two of them. She groaned. They were basically going to be on top of each other. Great.

Raditz instantly felt bad, but he didn't know why. He waited ten minutes and then put the grapes away, moving toward his room slowly, hoping she was sleeping already. When he finally approached his doorway, he peeked in and saw her staring up at the ceiling. He entered, closing the door.

"Are you going to take your boots off?" He asked without emotion. Her damp, blue eyes shifted over to him. Wordlessly, she slid them off and plopped them on the ground next to the bed. Raditz took his off as well, along with his scouter. She scooted over, making room for the tall, muscular Saiyan. He awkwardly slid into bed with her. She put her back to him and faced the wall, making sure her tail was tight around her waist.

"How was it?" He asked after a long time.

"How was what?" She replied. He wasn't surprised that she was still awake. Slowly, she turned onto her other side so she could face him.

"Your planet. Your life on it."

"It was the most amazing planet I have ever lived on. Hell, it's really the only one…" Bulma trailed off but regained her composure. "My parents were my favorite people. My father taught me about life and science, my mother taught me of love and fighting. She sure was a strong woman. She loved my father. My mother was gentle, yet fierce, and proud, yet merciful. My father could only offer her one thing; and that was love. I…wow, sorry, I'm rambling." She laughed to cover up the tears that were pooling in her eyes.

"I lost my mother, too," Trying to be comforting, he stroked her hair. "Frieza must be killed. He's quite possibly the worst…thing alive."

"Don't talk like that!" She gasped, her eyes widening in fright.

"He can't hear us." He smiled a small half smile. "Prince Vegeta is trying to get powerful enough to defeat him as we speak. We all are."

"I wish…that I could help." Bulma said quietly. Raditz heard her Saiyan fighting spirit in those words. Maybe that was why he put his scouter on and transmitted to his father to bring home some training clothes, normal clothes, and armor for the girl.

A/N: Please review this story! It would mean so much to me. This will be one of my longer stories. So please give me feedback and tell me what you think so far! ALSO, I will be taking NAME SUGGESTIONS for this story! I can't think of one. I will pick one by the third chapter, though!