A/N: I honestly have no idea when the last time I did a fan fiction was, and I don't think I've ever done a Dragonball Z one. In light of that, I appreciate any corrections and constructive criticism that comes my way. I've done my best to keep them true to their characters so if anyone feels a part is too 'off' let me know. Thank you!

Bulma glared anxiously out the front of the aircraft. 'Stupid technology, need to upgrade this and make it faster…' Her fist gripped the steering wheel even harder, causing the heiresses knuckles to turn white. The vehicle was zooming along at full speed, but full speed wasn't enough for her tonight. It had been two hours since the arrival of the Z fighters on Kami's lookout and the excitement she felt seeing that Vegeta was back halo-free had worn off and left her with many questions. Vegeta leaned against his window, clearly exhausted, but that's what a day of fighting, death, temporary 'life,' fighting, and resurrection will do to someone. Trunks napped in the back seat, blissfully unaware of the volcano that was building pressure in his mother's head.

Vegeta, however, was not so lucky. Though exhausted he could tell by the look on her face entering the craft and her body language at the moment that he was certainly in trouble. Those sudden jolts that conveniently made him bump his head on the window weren't lost on the prince either. He had expected that the woman would be extremely peeved with him but the actuality of having to wait for the eruption to occur was almost unbearable. She may return to her habit of yelling for a few hours followed by either avoidance or sex. She may start sobbing uncontrollably once Trunks was in bed which could either lead to avoidance or sex. She may just ignore him for a few days once they returned, which never, ever led to sex. Not that he blamed her, it's not like he DIDN'T blow up half of a stadium full of people and part of the surrounding city. She had every reason in the world to be mad and the prince of all Saiyan's was one of the few people in the universe who could handle it.

The gold and white dome that was the Capsule Corporation building came into sight. Bulma called over her shoulder to wake her son and started the descent into the front yard. By the doorway her father and mother were waiting, cookies in hand. They waved cheerfully and Trunks began stirring in the backseat. Vegeta merely nodded and prepared himself to exit the craft. He wasn't really in the mood to talk to them, especially Bulma's mother who was always so proud of the 'big, strong man' that had saved the earth and chosen her daughter. 'Normally,' he thought, 'I would not be so opposed to her ranting and raving.' However, this was different because even though Mrs. Bunny Briefs was quite proud of Vegeta, he had a strong feeling her daughter was not.

As soon as the plane had landed to door opened and Trunks came bounding out. He wanted to be the first to tell the older Briefs' exactly what they (more specifically, he) had done in the fight against Buu. While his mouth ran at 100 miles an hour his grandparents barely noticed the silence that his parents were moving in. About half-way through him explaining the fusion dance Bulma decided to speak up.

"Well Trunks, now that Buu's gone you'll have plenty of time to tell them every detail of what happened later, so I think it's time for you to get a shower and get to bed."

"But mo-om" the small boy looked up at his mother with slight tears in his eyes.

"Listen to her, it's late and you need rest."

The half-Saiyan sighed in defeat and slowly made his way into the building, his doting grandparents following in hopes of getting more snippets of information out of him. The boy hadn't noticed the irritation in Bulma's face when Vegeta reinforced her decision and both of them were grateful for that. They silently made their way into the building and up to the bedroom. It was nearly midnight and for once neither of them felt like training or working. Bulma sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Vegeta to close the door before opening her mouth.

"You know, you may think that because you got your life back with our wish and the dragon decided you were pure of heart that you're off the hook for all the stuff that happened with Babidi but it doesn't."

Vegeta just stood silently in the corner. It was going to be a long night.

"Well? Are you going to explain yourself or just stand there?" She tried keeping her voice down for Trunks' sake but the man before her was infuriating!

"Where would you like me to start?" Vegeta cringed inwardly. Even though he would always be the proud Saiyan prince a part of him wanted Bulma to know the changes he'd been through. He just needed to think of a way to word them and he needed her to ask the right questions. However, that last comment was definitely going to set her off in his opinion.

Surprisingly to both of them, it didn't. The blue-haired woman just looked up at him, trying to decide where to start. "Look, Goku told me that you allowed the horrible creature to help take control of you, and that he wasn't worried about anything like that from you again, but I'm finding it hard to believe. I thought I had you pretty figured out. You were proud, but you weren't stupid, you knew what it could do to you. I guess what I'm asking is, what were you thinking while he was trying to control you?"

"I thought I wouldn't have to worry about a family anymore, that I'd be the same cold prince I always was. And I'd finally be strong enough to destroy him."

Bulma's heart sunk. She looked in his eyes, hoping to find some glint to show her it was just his dark humor, but there was nothing of the sort. He was more serious than she could remember ever seeing him.

"Is that why you blew up the stadium right near us? We really didn't matter to you anymore, so what the hell, why not?"

"If I wanted to hit you, I could have. I wasn't just trying to get Kakarrot to fight me elsewhere. I wanted to make sure everyone knew I was still powerful. And dangerous."

His answers were nowhere near putting her at ease, but she wasn't finished yet. Bulma ran through her list of questions, trying to figure out where to go from there.

"Why did you sacrifice yourself to try and kill Majin Buu? Why didn't you just wait and join the others?"

Vegeta looked out the window. It looked oddly beautiful out, considering just hours ago none of this existed. It was a crisp night, but there was no wind in the air and the trees were just looming over the grounds, like they were protecting it from the full moon. Many years ago, that moon would have sent the prince into a rage, turning him into a giant killing machine. But, as Vegeta had learned very quickly over the last couple of days, sometimes things have to change.

"Even if Babidi was gone, I'd still have his wickedness in me. Unless you know of a few wizards who can release the spell there was almost no other way."

Bulma bowed her head and tried to take in all this new information. It was starting to make sense, and it definitely fit into everything the other fighters were telling her about the events. Regardless, there was still one question looming over her mind.

"How do I know you don't feel the same now? That you'd rather be off fighting monsters in space than be here on Earth with me and Trunks?" Her eyes stayed right on his. She felt like this answer could either break her heart or heal it and honestly, deep down, she wished she never asked.

"Because I'll never be stronger than Kakarrot."

Her eyes widened and her face showed visible confusion. Vegeta just stood in the corner, staring out the window as he had been this whole time, as if this was a clear answer to her question. Biting her lip, she tried to figure out what this meant to him. Sure, it was never a phrase she ever thought she'd hear in her whole life but what did that mean anyway?

It hit her suddenly, looking at his face. She had honestly expected this to turn into their biggest fight. She didn't know if he'd stay around long enough for her to get her answers. She wasn't even sure she would. There had been no yelling, no shouting, no throwing, just fairly calm talking. And looking at his face, more specifically his eyes cleared it all up for her. This wasn't the face of a man avoiding the issue or cockily stating things matter-of-factly. This wasn't the face of a man coldly giving her facts. He almost seemed… content. Bulma couldn't remember him looking this calm before.

It all made sense. Vegeta wasn't upset that Goku was stronger anymore. No, he had really accepted the fact that they were both powerful fighters, but Goku would always have the edge. Accepting this got rid of his need to defeat Goku and his hunger for power. He wouldn't allow this to happen again.

Bulma stood up and walked over to him. The sudden movement caused him to look over and Vegeta watched her eyes to try and make out what she was thinking. She didn't look angry or confused. In a way, he thought, maybe she even looked happy. A small smile spread over her lips, confirming his judgment.

"So, no more blowing up stadiums and death and destruction and all that stuff?"

Vegeta returned with his signature smirk, allowing her to hug him and even returning the favor. The female sighed contently and went over in her head all the ways this could be a new chapter in their life.

A/N: WHOO! DONE! I know it's short but I felt like I needed this to get out of the way so they could move on. If someone has any suggestions about this feel free to help me out. I know there was a rather quick personality shift between pre-Buu Vegeta and Dinner Party at CC Vegeta. I'm hoping this'll help fill it in and flesh out what I think the Vegeta they were trying to give us was like.