A/N I don't own these characters.

I started this a long time ago and then revised it a bit it has a somewhat
rocky begining, but don't worry, it gets better. This is even longer than What
Should Have Been. . . hmm. . . I am not sure of where I am going with this, but
as usual I'll figure it out. My real question is Should I keep going? Read and Review,
Please.

Alien Love
by RingPrincess

Chapter One: To Be a Saiyan-jinn

Vegeta lay on the soft bed and stared at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep, which was
enough to annoy him initially and to top it off he was remembering. . .

Remembering was always a hard thing for him. None of his memories were
actually good ones. How could they be with a monster called Freiza, the son of King Cold.

Vegeta rolled over and buried his head in his pillow and gave a snort of disgust.
:Why in the next dimension am I such a weakling tonight?: Even his thoughts
betrayed the conditioning set upon him by Freiza, the enemey he couldn't
escape, even when he was dead.

A giggle from downstairs interupted his thoughts. Vegeta rolled out of the bed and
glanced at the clock. :It's three o'clock in the morning. They are still here! Or
more particullary, Yamcha hadn't left yet. Vegeta gave a growl of frustration and
thought about going down there and yelling at both of them. :You can do that and
be called worse than you already are, arrogant son of a b^tch.: His brain mocked
him and Vegeta winced.

Instead he went out on the balcony and laid down to stare at the stars. His eyes
narrowed. :I can never sleep when Yamcha is here. It amazes me how that pathetic
puppy can hold Bulma's attention.: He shook his head and his eyes were drawn to
one star in the heavens.

:Oh, Vegeta-sei, home of my youth.: His heart called and he willed tears not to
come. How he hid from the others the loss of all that was dear to him. Vegeta-sei
wasn't truly how the others knew it from that thrice-cursed time chamber.

The saiyan's black orbs eventually closed and under the shine of stars he fell into
a deep sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * *


Bulma stretched and smiled lazily at the ceiling. Last night had been wonderful. Yamcha
had been the utmost gentleman and their date had been just. . . wonderful. She quickly
got out of bed and glanced at the clock. "TEN-THIRTY!!!" She shrieked.

She ran for the bathroom.

Not ten minutes later, all ready and decked out to face the world Bulma ran down the
stairs not quite knowing what to expect.

She didn't quite know of what to make of the site that greeted her eyes.

Vegeta was sitting at the kitchen table, head in hands, staring idly at the empty
table top. "So, you are finally up." His voice was dull and listless. He didn't
even glance her way.

Bulma glided into the room and put her hands on her hips. "You seem out of it today."

Vegeta snorted. "Absolutely no comment."

Bulma's eyes widened. :Vegeta not wanting to verbally spar, is he sick.:
Vegeta pushed himself away from the table and shoulders sagging, headed for
the door.

"Aren't you hungry?" Bulma asked.

"Nope." He said over his shoulder, already half-way out the door.

Bulma headed after him. "Wait one darned minute. You not hungry, what is wrong, Vegeta?"

This got a rise out of him, Bulma noted with satisfaction.

"You of all people on this place would not understand." He snarled, and his shoulders tightened
into their normal straight profile.

Her eyes flashed. "You're right, I probably wouldn't and you know, I really don't care."

Vegeta was stung but mentally shrugged it off. "I never asked you too." :And your actions
say otherwise.:

He involutarily looked to the heavens and gave a slight shudder and turned away from the
petite aquain in the door. :No she wouldn't understand, she would think me foolish to
mourn the loss of a world that all the universe regards as hell's armpit. Even if that
world had our women, our children, the artisans and musicians and greatest scientists
in the galaxy.: "Leave me alone today woman. If you claim that you do not care."

He stalked off towards the gravity chamber and sealed it behind him. However he did not start
it up and begin to practice. He sat there in the middle of the floor with the windows black
and all alone and stared at his hands and cried salty tears.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Vegeta hadn't moved all day. He couldn't. He hadn't allowed himself to feel so much in years.
In a way it was a relief, in others his conditioning was screaming at him that he was weak and
unworthy of the title Saiyan. :You are not even Super, unlike that third class soldier Kakorott.:

Vegeta's shoulders slumped somemore. :No power, no kingdom, no title, no mate. . .: His
shoulders straightened up and his eyes narrowed. :Mate, where did that come from!? I don't
need a mate.: He told his subconcious firmly. It mocked him, :But even Kakorott has a mate,
are you less than him to have none.:

:Love makes one weak, anger and hate is better: Vegeta told his brain firmly. :Hah, how
long will you wallow in the lies that Freiza fed you. Freiza is dead. DEAD! D-E-A-D, dead.
Get over it, you are no longer his slave.:

Vegeta hung his head. :Yes I am, I have been shaped by him as was my father before me. I can not
change.:

:You are a stubborn fool, Vegeta to believe that sh^t you have been spoon-fed. What did Freiza say. . .:

"SHUT UP!!" Vegeta screamed at his inner self. :I am going insane.: He ran fingers through
his hair and brought them back down to stare at them, a half forgotten memory rose to the surface
of his mind.

. . . 'See those hands little Vegeta. Those are the hands of an artist or perhaps a musician. You
will be a great one someday I am sure and will charm the crowds with your songs or works, See, they
will say, our prince is a great man, he can do more than fight and kill. He has wisdom of the
ages and can soothe an angry diplomat. Long live Prince Vegeta!!'

He remembered a scent, it was of a woman. She smelled. . .spicy. . . the way a woman should
smell. She spread his hands out and stroked his palms and asked him to sing her lullabies
for the coming, Vegeta winced, the coming what. . .

He stood up in frustration and began to pace the chamber. His brow creased in concentration. :Who
is she? Why have I forgotten her?:

'And Vegeta, I can see in your future that you will be mated. Now Vegeta don't give me that look.
I know that it is the unwritten law that royalty does not mate, but you shall do so and she shall be
your match in every way. Including power and she will be beautiful. And the songs you
sing for her and the pictures you paint of her will be beyond price. No, not even a coruscarad could
buy one. Oh Vegeta, your future looks so bright. I wish I could be there in that happy time with
you.'

Vegeta had frozen. "What do you want of me?"

'Vegeta, how many times have you been told. Leave your pride and arrogance at the door.' The voice
was the same, but more stern and grim.

Vegeta looked at the time piece that Bulma had so thoughtfully provided. His eyes widened as he
saw the time. SEVEN!!

He slammed the door of the gravity room behind him and headed towards the house at a brisk walk.
He barely noticed the flirting Bulma and Yamcha on the front doorstep as he bounded into the
house. However he stopped at the door and his head whipped around to stare at Bulma. :That scent, it
is the same.:

"Is there something wrong Vegeta?" Bulma said sweetly.

Vegeta shook himself out of his reverie. "Nothing that being rid of you won't change." He snarled
and entered the house. :Stupid, stupid, stupid. Staring at the earthling. She might get wrong
ideas. And the scent, it's your imagination. Rule number one of Frieza doctrine; don't cause more
trouble than your willing to handle. And you can't handle her, not now. Not like this.:

He didn't see Bulma's curious stare after him or how Yamcha had to force her back to the moment.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Vegeta was on the roof. It wasn't a hard place to get to if you could fly. He was watching Vegeta-sei,
he couldn't help it truly. Home was home, besides he was trying desperately to divert his attention
from the two weak ki'd people below him.

Vegeta sneered. :These people have no clue what power really is. Rule number two: holding someone's
life in your hands is true power get as much of it as possible, Frieza's doctrine.:

Bulma's laughter floated out the open living room window to torment the man above her. "She never
laughs for me." He muttered, and then rolled his eyes. "Why do you care anyway?" He asked the
star sarcastically. "Oh yeah, that's right you don't care, your dead!" He said his voice full
of anger and mocking. "Destroyed by an upstart brat that decided he wanted to teach ME a lesson.
Not because Kakorott had rebeled or my father had dissappeared. NO, he wanted to teach me a
lesson." Vegeta sank down and held his head. "All because of me." He whispered.

He didn't notice that the laughter below had stopped.

"To think," he went on. "It was my disobedience that had us all killed. His pet apes, his monkeys,
content to be lead by a leash. I vowed never to disobey again. I am pathetic." His voice filled
with self-loathing and saracasm. "You are gone. I am a dead ruler of a dead empire and no one
but me even cares." His voice sounded dead. He gave a curse in ancient Saiyan and glared up
at the star. "Go Away and leave me alone. Die as our people have died. I want no more part
of you." He screamed.

With that he fell exhausted to the rooftop, drained of all emotion and feeling.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma had stopped laughing in shock of what was happening above them.

Yamcha snorted in disgust. "Doesn't he care that others are trying to have a good time." He rolled his
eyes at the ceiling.

Bulma gave a quiet laugh. "No, probably not." :Remember this Bulma, it's important.:

"Hmph, the man is so insensitive."

Bulma shrugged. "It's getting late anyway." :Vegeta is in pain and yet Yamcha mocks him still.: Bulma kept
her concern for Vegeta under tight wraps, knowing that Yamcha would not appreciate it.

Yamcha looked at the clock. "Yeah, I should get going. So am I taking you to the executive ball this year?"

"I don't see why not. However this year it is being held in another city with an attatched conferance."

"Oh. Maybe next year then. I have a ballgame that week."

Bulma bit back tears and nodded. "Fine." :Now what, Dad is going to kill me if I don't have a date.:

"See you later, Bulma."

"Bye, Yamcha." Bulma said non-commitedly, giving a worried glance up at the ceiling.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"And he talks about being insensitive." Bulma muttered as the door closed behind Yamcha. She sighed. "This
conference is important, and it's in a month. How does he know he has a game?" She wiped a tear from her
eye. "Fine, I'll just have to get someone else. But if I don't have that research done, there will be no
conference."

"Get some sleep woman." Vegeta's gruff voice said from behind her.

"Get some yourself, broccolli brains." she retorted.

Vegeta leaned against the door frame. "Must you insult me at every turn."

"Must you be so ungrateful and frustrating."

They stood there glaring at each other for a few moments, locked in a stalemate.

"Bah, I don't have time for this woman."

"You don't seem to have time for anything but training and eating and sleeping. Get a real life, Vegeta."

"I have a real life, if I don't train, I don't live woman." he stated calmly.

"Don't you have any fun."

"Fighting is fun. Even if it is only verbal." He smirked.

"Is that why you do this, for fun." She simmered.

Vegeta stretched. "One of the reasons."

"Oh, and pray tell, what are the others?" she said sarcastically.

"I don't have to explain myself to you woman."

"I have a right to know."

He laughed at her.

"You would make a good saiyan-jinn, woman. Good night."

He turned from the door and walked up the stairs toward his room.

"As if I would want to be!" she yelled up the stairs after him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The next morning Bulma was still mad at him.

He chuckled at her from the doorway. "If you bang those plates down any harder, you'll break them."

She twirled, not knowing what a beautiful picture she made, her hair swirling and eyes sparkling in
anger. "Thank you for the advice, I'll try to be carefull." She gritted out. She turned back to the
table and slammed the plate down, and no sooner than she did it shattered. A peice slicing deep into
her thumb.

She stood there in shock as the blood dripped.

Vegeta didn't even make a noise as he came up from behind her and pressed the artery shut.

Bulma didn't say a word, she was still in shock.

"Snap out of it woman." he growled into her ear. Catching a whiff of that damnable spicy scent as he did so.

Bulma blinked and looked over her shoulder at him. His look was intense as if he was trying to distract
himself from being so close to her.

"So what do we do now Vegeta." she said dully.

"This is going to need stitches." He nodded at the thumb.

"How can you tell?" She said in surprise.

"I can see better than you can." :Just like I can smell better, feel better and hear better.:

"Oh, great." She sarcastically.

He grabbed her other hand that was at her other side and positioned it over top of where his fingers were on
her thumb. Effectively giving her a hug at the same time. "Squeeze hard."

She bit her lip and nodded. :How do I get myself into these situations?:

Vegeta pulled himself away from her and headed towards where she kept the first aid kit. He took it out
of the cupboard and felt her eyes on his back. He just kept getting the supplies out that she'd need.

He turned and glided back to her. "Sit." He ordered.

She sat on top of the counter and watched him as he prepped a hypodermic needle.

"This will sting for a few moments." He said as he plunged under where her fingers were still squeezing her thumb.

:His movements are impossibley gentle for such a gruff man.: She thought.

He leaned over her thumb and began to stitch the artery shut, he never looked up or he would have the confusion
in her eyes.

He tied off the knot and snipped the string with a small pair of scissors. He picked up the other
needle about to start stitching when he saw that she was still holding the artery closed.

"Let up the pressure, slowly."

She complied.

"Now, rinse your thumb off. He turned on the water, then made sure it was warm.

She began to hesitantly put it under the water.

Vegeta sighed in exasperation and grabbed her wrist and forced it beneath the stream. She began to hiss, but
surprisingly felt nothing but the water streaming over her thumb.

After a few moments Vegeta took her hand back out of the water and still not looking at her face began
to stitch closed the thumb itself.

"There, done." He breathed. His breathe tickling the hairs on her hand.

She shivered. "Thank you."

He looked up at her and gave a grin.

"It was partly my fault anyway." He shrugged and stepped away. Letting go of her hand as he did so.

Bulma restrained a whimper. She managed to somehow to get past the moment and act like he expected.

"What the saiyan no ouji actually claiming some responsibility?" She said in disbelief.

Vegeta looked up from washing his hands in the sink. "You bounce back quick." He said non-commitedly.

She smiled. "I know how much you hate cry-babies."

He blinked, then shrugged. "I'll clean up if you start some food, woman."

"Do you enjoy changing the subject?"

Vegeta gave a trademark smirk and pulled out his gloves from his belt and slipped them on. He walked over
to the table and began to sweep the glass shards.

"Now your trying to hurt yourself." She remarked caustically.

"Woman, if you distract me I will." He used a small ki blast to fuse the glass in his hands. He placed the new
plate on the table and went in search of a broom.

Bulma stared at the plate for a second and sighed. "I don't think I'll ever understand you."

"Heaven forbid." He grinned.

Bulma rolled her eyes and went back to cooking breakfast.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma pushed her hair out of her eyes and growled at the computer screen in frustration.

"A crystal memory system is a grand idea, if you can only get it to work." She sighed and went
back to typeing. "I can't believe this, if one bit of the matrix is out of place the whole thing fouls
up."

She heard a faint chuckle from behind her. "That is what makes it so desirable. The fact that you can
destroy it by just throwing them on the floor. We called them coruscarads. We made them out of C-60
however. That way the matrix was already made for us.

She spun to face. . .Vegeta. Her mouth was open in shock, "How?"

"How what, do I know or how does it work."

Bulma blinked and gave an evil grin. "Both."

Vegeta snorted. "Woman, it is time for lunch, we'll talk after we eat."

Bulma pouted. "But I want to know now."

Vegeta just gazed at her. "That will not work on me, it may work on your ningen boyfriend woman, but not me."

Bulma sighed. "Oh, fine."

"How's the thumb?" He said conversationally as they walked out of her workshop to the compound.

"No better for your asking." She said peevishly.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. The wind was tousling her exotic hair and she walked
with a determination that defied some of the warriors he had known. :I'm attracted to her.: he thought
with shock. :I respect her as well. Kami, what is happening to me.: He noted idly that she
was wearing her normal tank top and shorts. Showing most of her creamy skin to the world. He remembered
however that her hands were more rough and calloused than most womans. Vegeta opened the door for
her and let her go in first. "I'll set the table, that way you won't hurt yourself anymore than you
have."

"Thank you for your concern," she said sarcastically. "But I believe that I can manage."

Vegeta grunted and ignored the last part of her statement. "I didn't say I was concerned."

"Vegeta, you don't have to say something for it to be true." She said, non-believingly. "You can
be so dense at times."

Vegeta set the plates down on the table. "Cook or starve woman."

She threw her hands up and went to peer in the fridge.

"I suppose his majesty has a preferance."

"Anything that tastes decent." He growled.

She glared at him over her shoulder. "Everything I cook tastes decent."

"Then cook something and stop standing there."

She swept a few things from the fridge and went for a knife. Vegeta sighed as she began to go
after the vegatables with a vengance. He stood behind her and gently took the knife from her hand.

"Do you enjoy cutting yourself?" He started to cut the vegatables around her.

"Do you enjoy making me mad?" She retorted. :How can he do this, cut with me in his arms and not touch me
at all.:

"We've already had this conversation."

"We don't converse, we argue."

"We can debate, or discuss if you prefer those words."

The doorbell rang, neither of them paid the least bit of attention.

"Euphanisms for the same thing." she retorted.

There was a knocking sound. They didn't care.

"Yes, but they sound better. Think of it this way. Vegeta and I were having an arguement. . ."

"Which would be true." she muttered.

"Don't interrupt. Or Vegeta and I were having a discussion." He went on.

The door opened and closed.

"The first one, because it would be the truth, you and I are always argueing." She spun
around to look in his face. Vegeta set the knife down and put his hands on the counter edge.

"You make it too easy to make you mad."

"Easy, why you arrogant son of a. . ."

Vegeta smiled and leaned down and brushed a kiss across her lips.

Bulma couldn't say anything. She was drowning in his eyes.

"Get away from her, bastard." Yamcha said coldly.

Vegeta didn't move, but smirked. "And what are you going do about it. She's free to leave
whenever she wants."

"Somehow I doubt that."

Vegeta removed his hands from the countertop. And took a step back, before his eyes widened. He refrained
from cursing, although Bulma could see that he wanted to. Then he fled.

Yamcha came over to her. "Are you alright?" He said concerned. Casting a look in the direction
that Vegeta had took off in.

Bulma released the breathe she had been unconciously holding. "I'm fine." She raised her
hand to brush her hair out of her eyes yet again.

Yamcha caught it roughly. "Your hurt. I'll kill him if he did this to you."

Bulma started and looked at her thumb. "No, no, he didn't, a plate and I just got into a minor
disagreement this morning."

Yamcha didn't believe her.

"Bulma, is he beating you?" He asked fiercly.

Bulma gasped. "What are you talking about Yamcha? Vegeta wouldn't do something like that."

"According to reports he was willing to kill you on Namek."

"He wouldn't have, he isn't like that." Bulma brought her wounded hand up to Yamcha's cheek. She smiled
up at him.

:Don't worry about me Yamcha, I can take care of myself.:

"So why don't we go out to lunch, since I interrupted yours?" Yamcha offered.

"Fine, give me a moment to freshen up."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Vegeta stood on his balcony and gazed unseeing into the countryside. :This can't be happening.:

But it was. :I am going into heat, I didn't think it was possible without a tail. Or at least that
is what I've always heard.:

His hand went unconciously to the small of his back where the tail normally came out. :I can't believe
I lost control though. Is it is because I haven't felt this feeling so long. Have I forgotten how to
keep control.:

He heard the woman moving about in her room. His arms crossed over his chest and he scowled. :I should
leave. At least until this is over and I can keep myself from mating with her.: His eyes narrowed.

:I can't believe that I would even consider such a thing. By kami, she is beautiful, but mate with her.
No, she is not a saiyan-jinn. Even if she acts like one.:

He grinned, and regulated his ki to lift off, but settled back with a bump. :I should at least
tell her I'm leaving.:

"I'm going out with Yamcha for lunch Vegeta." She called up the stairs.

Vegeta growled.

The door slammed and he could hear the aircar take off. Vegeta sighed. "Scratch that idea."

He trudged down the stairs and left a note on the table.

Then walked out the door and headed for the sky, knowing the security system would automatically lock the place.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma tried to open the door but it was locked.

"That's odd."

Yamcha leaned against the wall. "What?"

"It's locked, it only locks when there is nobody around." She dug her key out and slid it through the reader.
There was a beep and the door clicked and opened to her touch. "Coming in Yamcha, Vegeta must be in his
gravity room."

"I still don't know why you let him live here."

Bulma set her purse on the table, on top of Vegeta's note. "Does he have any other place to go."

Yamcha snorted. "He could get his own apartment."

Bulma raised an eyebrow. "How?"

"He could be like the rest of us and have a job." Yamcha said coldly.

Bulma bit back a bark of laughter. "Vegatable head, have a job. He would kill his boss on the
first day. Let up on the poor guy Yamcha. Thanks for lunch. But I have some work to do."

"Well, I really came to tell you that we can't go anyplace tonight."

"OH," She raised an eyebrow. "Well, then I can catch up with the books I suppose. See you
later then."

Yamcha blinked. "Usually you ask why."

"Be grateful I didn't this time. I really do have work to do Yamcha, maybe we could see each other
next week."

Yamcha shrugged. "Sure, until then babe." He leaned over and kissed her much like Vegeta had
before leaving the compound.

Bulma stared at his back. "He knows I hate it when he calls me that."

She took her purse off the table and found the note.

'Bulma, I have to leave for a week.
Vegeta'

"Well, at least he left a note." She mused. "Wonder why he had to go?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Vegeta at that moment was trying to beat himself up as much as he could in one G. Yet everytime he
moved a certain aquian haired scientist teased him in his mind.

He gritted his teeth. "I must focus." He started on ki blasts, hoping that he was far enough away
that no one would come and bother him.

He soon fell into a rhythm and drove all thoughts of her out of his mind.

That night he fell to the ground, exhausted.

The next morning he woke to find that his backside was a bit uncomfortable.

"What the. . ." but rip told him all that he needed to know. Under his nose waved a new and fully
grown ebony tail.

He sat down in the snow to just stare. He looked away from it for a moment to look over the barren
snow covered mountains that he had chosen for his retreat. :Is that why I feel this way, because my
tail was growing back?: He shook his head. He could still feel it, the lust, the want, deep inside.
:Perhaps it was only part of it.:

Vegeta sighed and laid back, his tail waving up beside him like a flag. "Never admit weakness. Rule three,
Freiza's doctrine." He stared at a passing cloud, "But what if you have no choice."

"Why do I still listen to what that bastard told me, he's dead." Vegeta said to the sky mockingly. Then
sighed, "Just like I am inside. Perhaps that is why I am not a super saiyan-jinn. Kakorrot is truley
alive. Yet, as far as I know, I have always been this way and there is no turning back now. what do
these human's say? A leopard can't change his spots."

Vegeta shut his eyes against the world.

'The more you tell yourself you cannot change, the more true it becomes Vegeta.' A whispery voice
said.

Vegeta opened his eyes in shock. "Who are you?"

There was a sigh and before him coelesced a most beautiful creature. She was a saiyan-jinn, but with
hair of white and eyes of lavendar.

'I was,' she emphasized. 'your mother.'

Vegeta's eyes widened. "But you're dead."

'And you need help. You are ten times more handsome than your father ever was.' She said
the last wistfully. 'I have missed you.'

"I saw my father kill you, how can you be here." Vegeta whimpered.

'Oh, darling, do you need to see my halo to believe that I am a spirit sent by the next dimension
to help you.'

She sat down in front of him and wrapped her tail around her waist. She looked into his eyes, 'Let it
go my child. Let all of it go.'

"I. . . I can't." He said gruffly. "It is who I am."

'It did not seem that way yesterday. You can care.'

"Figures, you have been spying on me."

'I was a preistess, Vegeta, that's part of the job. To know everything one possibly can, especially about
the ones you love.'she paused and a tear fell from her eyes. 'And that is why I was killed, I knew too much
and I loved too much for the new order.'

Vegeta looked at her in confusion. "The new order. . ."

'Oh, you don't remember, you were too young. And the fact that they supressed those memories with a vengance
after I died.' She began to weep again. 'We were not always a cruel race, how I greive for my people.'

Vegeta grunted and stared at the sky. "The anniversary was just two earth days ago."

'What anniversary my son.'

"The day that Freiza destroyed our planet." A grimace of pain crossed his face. "Freiza told me to
kill Bardock, he would have been happy with just that. I refused, Bardock would have just killed me
without even trying. I was only a child compared to him and only had a child's power, and I was afraid
to die." Vegeta stopped talking for a moment and picked up some snow and began to make a ball out of
it. He placed it on the palm of his hand and looked at it. "Freiza was furious. But he couldn't and wouldn't
kill me. He decided to teach me a lesson instead. He told me. 'Boy, since you have chosen to defy me, your
planet will die. This is your fault Vegeta, if you had just done as I had asked, Vegeta-sei would've
lived.' I begged, I pleaded, I vowed never to disobey again, I offered to fight. Just so he wouldn't
destroy them. It was in vain and he destroyed them with pleasure on his face." Vegeta shut his eyes. "I
caused it, it is my fault and how I longed to die with them."

He felt ghostly arms around him. 'He would have done so anyway after you killed Bardock. It is not
your fault Vegeta.'

Vegeta began to cry , "How can you say that, I may not have done it myself, but I was the reason Freiza did."

'Freiza was always looking for an excuse to hurt our people.' She put him an armlength away and
stared into his face. Vegeta couldn't look away from those lavendar orbs. 'Freiza hated us, at first
he was just jealous. But then he hated us with a vengance, the saiyan-jinn had all that he didn't. Love,
beauty, wealth, and fame throughout the universe as an honorable but a bit gruff race. The universe respected
us where they hated his race. I curse the day that we entered upon a treaty with his race. I tried to warn
your father that it would come to no good, but he thought it was just a woman's fears, because
I was pregnant with you at the time. He pushed me and my concerns away. I took it to the counsel of priests.
They agreed with me and brought it up to him. He got angry with me and warned me about divided loyalties.
I told him that I loved him and that I was worried about our planet and our people, that is why I defied
him. We had our first arguement that day. It became one of many, especially after you were born. I tried to
hide you from our fights but as King Vegeta became more enamoured with King Kold all the time. I protected
you as long as I could, but one day I was caught, caught loving you and that was the end for me.'

"You went to your death proudly." Vegeta whispered. "I always held up your death as the way I wanted to
go."

'It will never come to that now. The new ways are dead, just as our planet is dead. Just as is Freiza. Vegeta
I taught you the old ways. Remember them and remember that I will always love you and always have.'

Vegeta stared as the ghost of his mother faded away. 'Remember my son.'

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma sat and stared at the blueprints in front of her. "How do you get C-60 in crystal form?" She mused.

Vegeta put a hand on her shoulder. "You mine it, usually."

Bulma started and peered up at him. He seemed different.

"What happened to you, Vegeta?" She said concerned. For a moment she thought he would shrug it off. Then his
manner changed.

"My mother came and visited me."

"Your mothers dead."

he gave a half smile. "That's what I said."

Bulma couldn't help but giggle. "How then?"

"She was a preistess, she has the power." Vegeta shrugged.

Bulma sighed. "There are somedays when you are extremely cryptic. You returned early, by the way."

"I can't remember the reason why I left." Vegeta shrugged. "Besides I said I would tell you about
coruscarads. I am a man of my word, even if it is a bit late."

"You only left a day ago, you said a week."

Vegeta smirked. "I have more control than I thought I did."

"Whatever you say. Now you were going to tell me how this works."

Vegeta snagged a chair with his tail and dragged it next to hers before sitting down. "May I?"
He nodded at the keyboard.

"Be my guest." Bulma waved her hand at the lab.

Vegeta began to type.

(Two hours later)

"Vegeta stop! I understand, but there is no way that I can take credit for this technology anymore. It's yours
and all I can do is ask if I can use it."

Vegeta blinked. "I wouldn't be showing you if you couldn't." Bulma noticed that his eyes sparked with amusement.
"However, there is no way for your people to project this technology or write the crystals and that wasn't my
department."

"You were a scientist as well." Bulma asked.

"Bulma, I was a lot of things." He said heatedly.

Bulma stared at him. :He said my name.:

He didn't seem to notice her stare. "As a prince I was required to know just a bit of everything, from
economics to how to repair an interstellar drive." He closed his eyes.

"Oh," Bulma said stupidly. Then she clapped her hand over her eyes. "Now I am the vegatable head. Be right
back." She vacated the lab. Vegeta just grunted and went back to the blueprints and began to fix the mistakes.

Bulma returned to find him engrossed with the computer and couldn't help but smile. "Gee, if I knew you would
take to this like a fish to water I would have asked earlier."

Vegeta gave a grunt and turned around to lazily look at her. She held up the scouter in her hand
triumphantely. "How about this?"

"Too small."

She grinned. "At the moment yes, but I was asking about the idea, not the size."

"You would have to adapt it, but yes it could work, but once again, this isn't my area of expertise. I had the
eye to tell if the crystals were perfect, which is important in mining. An inperfect crystal won't remember
anything. It's sort of like when Kakorrot hit his head, but more extreme. He'd be insane instead of
the man he is now."

:That is the closest he has ever come in complimenting Goku.: Bulma thought. "So where do you get a hold
of these crystals?"

"There are several mines all over the galaxy but I would need to check the starcharts to get the closest ones. To
do that however you will have to adapt that to project information." He said pointing at the scanner in her
hand.

She almost dropped it. "You have one." She squeaked. Vegeta grinned.

"I'll go get it." When Vegeta returned in his palm was a round crystal, dark blue in color.

She stared at it critically. "Looks like something you would wear."

"Our woman did and some of the men also. The Vegeta-sei crown had these in it which held our history. But who knows
whatever happened to that." His voice was bitter. He looked at the crystal again and rolled it around. "This
one would match your eyes." He said museingly.

Bulma gaped.

He looked up and gave a laugh at her expression. "Oh, I didn't tell you they came in different colors."

She closed her mouth with a snap. "I'm proud of you Vegeta. That was a compliment."

Vegeta widened his eyes. "What! I'm not allowed to give them."

"I didn't know you could."

"Woman. . ."

"I need to work on this so that we can see those charts." Bulma then paused. "And you need to come
to the conference to explain the crystals."

"I didn't create the technology woman."

"Relax, you can represent those that did and all you have to do is give a speech explaining it."

Vegeta growled. "I do not know how to give a speech."

"You give speeches all the time before battle, just explain the way you did to me and you'll be alright."

Vegeta grunted.

"Besides you have a month to prepare. Do you want to share a room with someone else or do you want to
have a single?"

"What are you talking about woman?"

"Hotel room."

"Single." He growled.

"No fight?" she half-way questioned and half crowed with delight.

"It would be pointless. But you will not catch me in one of those ridculous suits."

Bulma laughed and sat down at her work station. "I won't force you."

Vegeta gave her a long look and grinned as he sat down at the computer station. "I'll just
finish these calculations before I go train."

"Up to you."

"This could take several days."

Bulma looked at him in shock. Then shook her head. "If half the company was as dedicated as you."

"There would be no need for such a large company."

Bulma giggled. "You got that right. Now hush so I can work."

"You're the one talking."

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Argh, I will not do this today." She bent over her work and heard him quietly snickering. "For your information,"
she said as she took the device apart. "You sounded just as childish as I did."

"See, look who's talking." He was typing.

"Oh, shut up."

"When you do woman."

:Great, I've regressed to being woman again.: She rolled her eyes and bent over her work.

They worked in companiable silence for a while.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

(The next day)

"Aha! I did it." She smirked triumphantly.

"Yes, your brilliant, we all know." Vegeta's amused voice rang between the machinery.

Bulma stuck her tongue out at him. "Your just jealous."

"I'm a generalist. I'll leave specialization for those like you who have apptitude for this stuff."

"Ahh, poor Veggie, has the brains but doesn't know how to use them."

He shot her a withering glare, that she couldn't see.

"Shall we start with the basics." She teased. "One plus one is two. Two plus two is four."

"Woman. . ." he said dangerously.

"Four plus four is eight. I won't stop until you say my name." She teased. "Eight plus eight. . ."

"Bulma." He said it promptly. "Your name is Bulma Breifs. Now shut up."

She began to laugh.

He had walked behind her while she was laughing and looked at the machine in approval.

"Very nice, but does it work."

She bristled. "Of course it works. So where are the charts."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Test it first."

"On what?" She smirked.

He raised an orange coruscarad to her eyes. "On this one."

"Oooh, you."

He smirked.

She took it carefully from between his fingers and put it in the waiting rest. "The rest will expand
or contract depending on the size of the jewel."

"Clever."

She smirked and turned the machine on. "At the moment the screen is clear in color, but later we
can make them any color wanted. Just as the scouters screens were."

Vegeta just grunted and began to type in commands over her shoulder. She watched as the crystal began to
rotate and then stared as a beam of light hit the screen and a picture of a beautiful woman with pale white
hair and violet eyes filled the screen.

"Oh, she's beautiful. Vegeta, who is she?"

"My mother. It looks as if your invention works woman."

"Bulma." she told him firmly.

"Shall we check the star charts now woman." he cocked his head and looked at her out of the corner of her
eye. Not realizing she was doing the same thing to him.

"Fine, broccoli brains and the name's Bulma." She muttered.

He chuckled. "I know." He whispered into her ear and moved away.

She shivered and looked again at the woman still smiling on the screen. :She looks happy, like she was
loved. Is there anymore pictures on this jewel?:

She looked around, Vegeta had gone to find the other jewel, :the one that matches my eyes.: She blushed.
Then pressed a button, she had been right, there were more pictures on the jewel. Most of them were
the same woman but at the end were some disturbing pictures. A planet of blue water and green continents,
that looked something like earth. Bulma gasped as she traced the outlines of the continents with her
eye. "It's beautiful."

"I wish you could have seen Vegeta-sei in person before she died." Vegeta's voice was soft and sad.

"That is Vegeta-sei? I didn't expect it to be so. . ."

"Beautiful. I know."

"No wonder you are proud to be born there and to be prince of such a place." she whispered, but he
heard her.

He gave a small smile and said, "You don't need to see the next one."

Bulma went to it anyway and gaped. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I am so sorry Vegeta."
There was nothing left, nothing but an asteriod feild rotating around a golden sun.

"Not as half as I am. Don't pity me Bulma. I am getting used to it."

She whirled and stood up and placed a hand on his cheek. "No one can get used to being lonely."

His tail came up and wrapped around her wrist. "I could lie and tell you that I have done so, but
why should I be lonely. I argue with you, spar with Kakorrot and other such things."

She could feel the softness of his tail on her wrist, softer than the finest fur money could buy.
"But you are the last, that is besides Kakorrot. There are no more women like your mother and no
one to order around." She whispered softly.

"Why should I take a mate?" He said dryly. "The only reason that any woman would do so was for
the position. I am not a handsome man Bulma and well I know it, nor am I that agreeable of a
person."

:Not handsome.: "Have you even looked in the mirror lately cauliflower for brains." She said
fiercely. "Never say that you are ugly in my presence again or I will. . ."

"Do what?" He said down at her in amusement.

She got a crafty look on her face. "I'll do this." She whispered huskily and drew down
his face for a kiss.

The spicyness of her was almost overwhelming and unconciously he unwrapped his tail from around
her wrist and wrapped it around her waist, drawing her nearer. Bulma's hands went held his head in place
as his rested on her shoulders.

Bulma pulled away slowly. Staring up at him to get his reaction. His face was a mixture of
shock and confusion. She leaned in closer and whispered into his ear. "You are a very sexy man,
Vegeta."

Vegeta gulped. "Bulma. . ."

She put a finger to his lips. "Don't say anything, let's get back to work and we can pretend this
never happened."

"We can pretend, but I'll never forget." He whispered against her finger, his tail unwrapping
slowly, gliding across the skin of her stomach before relaxing behind him again.

"Good," she whispered back. "I wouldn't want you too." She took a step back and sat back at the desk. "Now,
where were we." Her tone was extremely business like.

Vegeta shook his head in wonder. "Getting the star cooridnates for the nearest coruscarad mine."

She nodded and took the system to standby and gently released the jewel from the setting. "Thank you Vegeta
for letting me see these." She placed the jewel in his hand and pressed his fingers over it.

Vegeta smiled sadly and position the other crystal in the rest. "I needed to see them."

The screen showed a galaxy of stars. Vegeta began to type.

Soon rotating on the screen was the planet Earth is all of it's glory. "Even if it is not in a
computer link, the jewel can be updated at any time. This type of Jewel is updated every milli-second."

"Interesting."

"Very, another thing is that Vegeta-sei owned and had rights to all Coruscarads in the galaxy. As the
prince I am the sole owner of them now. We came up with the technology, we would share it but nobody but
us had the blueprints for how they actually worked." He smiled tightly. "And no one ever will except me
and if I have any children to pass it down too."

"You are that possesive of it then."

Vegeta gave her a sharp glance. "Don't be mistaken woman. These jewels are so versatile that if ANYBODY
else had the technology but us I would fear for the universe as we know it. This was one of the few things
that we managed to hide from Freiza and King Kold and praise Kami we did. He wouldn't have needed us to do
his dirty work for him."

"You mean, that this gem could exterminate a world of all living creatures."

"Right in one woman. And we never used it for that, only for knowledge. Oh, don't get me
wrong, our ships guns were powered by them but those were extremly smaller gems. Power is
based on size, but memory isn't." He shrugged.

The computer beeped.

"Looks like the nearest mine is in the Burgia system. That could complicate things." He mused,
placing a hand on his chin.

"Need I ask why."

"You just did." He gave her an amused look. "The Burgia system was never on the greatest terms with
Vegeta-sei in most circumstances, in the present. . ."

"There is no Vegeta-sei." Bulma cut in.

"No, I am Vegeta-sei, as long as I live, so does my planet. The only way to kill that and all the
treaties therof is to kill me."

"You died on Namek, doesn't that make all the treaties null and void."

"If I had stayed dead, umm yes. But since I was wished back. No."

"Soo. . ."

"It is over a month away and so we won't be able to get any for sometime, So we won't worry about it."

"Very well." something was bugging her. "Vegeta, you said that jewel was updated every milli-second. Couldn't
someone track you here with it and how does it work?"

Vegeta threw back his head and laughed. It was full hearty sound that made the world a bit greener to hear it.

"No, no one could track us here woman. It is done through a different source of ki. There is a whole
network of these jewels all over the galaxy and they talk to each other all the time. There is no way
to track them and most ways have been tried."

"Hmm. . ."

"Don't even think it." He pointed a finger at her.

"Well, I designed the dragon radar, perhaps I could design something to track these things as well." She
said hotly.

Vegeta put his head in his hands. "I hate you."

"Liar." She stuck her tongue at him.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. He moved back to the other computer and began to work on the matrixes again.

She came up and watched him work. She placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down. But before she
could ask a question, his tail came up and wrapped around her wrist again.

"Vegeta, why does it always do that?"

Vegeta looked up at her, as if surprised she was there. :I must have been concentrating to hard. Rule four, Never
let your gaurd down.: "Do what?"

"Your tail, wrap around my wrist like that." She nodded at where her hand rested on his shoulder.

His tail unsnaked itself with alacrity and Vegeta turned a bit red. "Sorry, it's instinctive."

"Veggie, your blushing." She teased. "Tell me, what it means."

He blushed deeper. "Not much." He firmly wrapped it around his waist.

"It can't be not much, your blushing way to hard." She whispered in his ear. "Tell me. I want to know
what can make you blush."

Vegeta refused to look at her. She grinned again, and began to run her fingers up and down his neck.
Vegeta closed his eyes at the sweet torture. His tail unwrapped itself and grabbed her wrist again.
She grinned even more evilly and began to stroke the tail.

He moaned in pleasure. "Bulma, please stop."

"Tell me Vegeta." She whispered. Not letting up on the torture.

"Please Bulma, before I do something we will regret." He felt his control slipping.

She ran her finger down the tail again. "Tell me Vegeta, I want to know."

Vegeta's breathe was coming in gasps and his entire body tingled. "Bulma" he moaned. "No more."

She stopped and he tried to catch his breathe, his tail still clutching her wrist.

"Tell me Vegeta or I will start again."

He refused to look at her face. :Where is my control when I need it.: "It's a gesture of affection." He
mumbled. It took an act of concious will to have his tail unwrap it fell down limp and he weakly wrapped
it around his waist. His eyes were still closed and he slumped in the chair.

He opened his eyes to find her face not inches away from his own, studying his features curiously.

"Vegeta, if you like me, why haven't you tried to make a play for me?"

"Too many complications, starting with Yamcha and ending with me being the saiyan no oujji." He
stated simply.

"So it is unbecoming for a saiyan-jinn to have an unsaiyan-jinn wife?"

"The word is mate, woman." He brushed some hair out of her eyes. "Besides you heard me earlier."

Bulma leaned down and kissed him again. She pulled away after a few moments. "Don't even think it
Vegeta."

"Is this improve Vegeta day or something." He said wearily. His control staying up by mere iron will.
"No better yet, it is improve Vegeta week or maybe month. That must be it, improve Vegeta month."

Bulma giggled and cocked her head to the side, not caring that she was sitting on his lap or what it
would look like to any of her employees.

He raised an eyebrow. "To think, that days ago I couldn't make you laugh."

"Can next week be improve Bulma week?" She asked impishly.

"What's there to improve?"

This time she blushed. "You sure can dish out compliments when you feel like it." She muttered as
she lowered her head to let her hair cover her red face.

Vegeta snorted and brushed her hair away from her face. "Look who's blushing now."

"No, I refuse to go through this again." She cried to the floor. She hopped off his lap.

"I am going to prepare dinner." She called as she raced out the door.

Vegeta sighed and stare at the door long after she was gone. :What a saiyan-jinn she would make.:

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma recieved a call from Yamcha the moment she walked into the door.

"So, what've you been doing all day?" He asked.

Bulma paused. :How can I tell him that I have been working with Vegeta, and basically hanging all over
him?: She blushed, grateful that it was only the phone so he couldn't see her. "Oh, just getting
some things done in the lab."

"Oh, improving your mind." Yamcha laughed.

Bulma bristled. :Really, Vegeta seems to think that there is nothing to improve.: "No, just
working on odds and ends. You know the drill."

"Really, sounds interesting." His voice said the exact opposite. Yamcha never could get as
enthused about her projects as she could.

She heard the door slam. She shifted the phone to her other ear. Straining to catch sight of the
Saiyan. "How was your day? Good, bad, indifferent."

"Oh, I just did some training. Got to keep my body up to par you know." His voice was proud.

"Woman, I thought you were going to cook." Vegeta's voice rang from the other room.

"Vegeta's back huh."

Bulma gave a sigh. "Yep, and fiesty as ever."

"Hasn't changed much has he." Yamcha bit out with bitterness.

"Vegeta, I don't know."

"Oh, locked himself in the gravity room again."

:That's what you think.:

"He just showed up, he doesn't offer many explanations for what he does Yamcha."

Bulma tried to get the cord to go farther and look into the kitchen. Interesting noises were
coming from it.

"That's true." yamcha said bitterly.

:He'll never get over the fact that Vegeta killed him.: She thought with disgust. :In some ways, I
don't blame him, but the fact is that it's over. Vegeta wouldn't do it again, unless he felt it
necessary.:

"Well, I better go, before Vegeta gets too impatient for dinner. Talk to you later Yamcha." She said
hurridly.

"Umm. . . bye Bulma." Yamcha said.

She hung up the phone and sighed with relief, even talking to him was a strain at times.

"Why do you stay with him?" Vegeta said as she entered the kitchen. "Your ki is greater than
his and you deserve better than a third rate baseball player."

"Maybe he is all that I can get." She muttered. "Maybe I do deserve him."

Vegeta took two seconds to take the food off the stove before standing in front of her.

"Didn't we just have this conversation in reverse." He said, forcing her to look at him.

"Well, no other men have ever been attracted to me. Why give up the one that is?" She glared
at him with tears in her eyes.

"Oh, kami." he breathed. :She looks so vulnerable, how can I tell her, yet I have never been
a man of words.:

He took another step foward and brought his lips down over hers, starting the kiss out sweet and
innocent. His tail wrapped around her waist bringing her closer and he parted her lips with his
tongue, exploring her mouth and felt her explore his.

She was drowning in the feeling of his mouth over hers, the excitement of it, the controlled passion.
He tasted exceedingly male to her. When his tongue flicked through her lips to get inside she opened
them to allow better access. She melted her body against his and felt his tail wrap around her and
gently caress her stomach.

He drew the kiss out and gently disengaged. His eyes never left hers and she couldn't move from the force
of his gaze.

"You were saying." He whispered.

She gave a weak smile. :Yamcha has never made me feel remotely like this.: "I um. . .lean corrected."

Vegeta smirked, "now that we have that straight."

She smiled back up at him. "You were cooking."

He grinned. "Can I go back to it?"

"As soon as you find me a chair." She whispered.

He picked her up and placed her in the nearest kitchen chair and disengaged his tail from her
waist.

She placed her head on her hands and watched him lazily as he went across the room. His tail was
like an extra appendage, picking up utensils, stirring pans while his back was turned
and other such things.

"It must be nice to have an extra hand." She said amused.

Vegeta grunted.

"Your tail, it acts like an extra hand. I find that interesting." She peered up at him as he set
the food on the table, to lethargic to move. It was amazing what one kiss could do.

"I never really noticed. Except when it is missing of course." He said a bit bitterly.

She grabbed one of the plates, noting it was the one she had cut her hand on. :That was only three
days ago, it seems like forever.: "I want a tail. Do you know where I can get one?"

"You'd have to become a saiyan-jinn." He said.

"Oh well, any other ideas." She teased.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, not knowing what was going on behind his companions eyes.

:Become a saiyan-jinn. I wonder. . .:

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Yamcha called back not an hour later.

"You are not his slave, Bulma."

"You deal with a peeved saiyan-jinn Yamcha." She bit out. "He is a guest in my home and. . ." :I am so
glad that vegeta's taking a shower.: she thought. "it is my duty as a good hostess to make him feel
comfortable."

"How comfortable is the question." Yamcha said grumpily.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "I swear, your all the same. I'm not cheating on you." :Technically.: "Where
did you get such an idea?"

"He is living with you Bulma." Yamcha growled.

"I asked him too and he can leave when ever he wants. Until then, he stays. Understood."

"I don't like it."

"Correction, you don't like him."

"He is a killer Bulma."

"Were you any different?"

"I did it to survive."

"So did he. I want to hear no more on this subject Yamcha."

"Fine." he said tiredly. "You're too stubborn for your own good and one day it will get you into
trouble."

:Just like I am stubbornly holding on to him, is that my problem.: Bulma pondered. "We'll see."

"Well, I gotta go Bulma. Talk to you later."

"Talk to you later Yamcha." Bulma hung up the phone and stared at it silently. :He never says I love you
anymore.:

She went to a window. :I feel so left out at times. Sure, I create things and keep the company going,
but I don't really understand my friends. Even Karrorot.: She thought a bit ruefully. "Kakorrot, I
just thought Goku Kakorrot? What is wrong with me." She felt her forehead.

Upstairs the water turned off.

"Vegeta! I'm going for a walk!" She called.

She didn't hear anything, but knew he had heard her.

She went into the gardens, head down and hair swaying.

"I can't think straight anymore. I don't feel needed either." She murmured. "Part of it is because
we are at peace, but they didn't need me on Namek. Okay, just to fly the ship but once there, I was
just in the way." She sat down on a bench in the middle of the gardens. "I wish I could fight." She sighed.
"But if I fight I want to be usefull and not get killed right off the bat or stand on the sidelines the
entire time."

She put her head on her hands and looked unseeingly into the distance. "There must be a solution."

She closed her eyes and let herself drift, she often did her best thinking this way.

A few moments later.

"That's it!" She smiled craftily. "It's perfect, and it solves all my problems." She paused. "But
how to get Vegeta out of the way?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Of all the times she didn't want Vegeta around, she couldn't get rid of him. It was if he knew that
she was up to something and he was going to stop her if it was the last thing he did.

Bulma became grateful for such an hour called midnight.

"Almost done, now all I have to do is fix the machine." She murmured in the bright lights of the lab.
She shut her eyes. "But not tonight."

The next morning she got lucky.

"Woman, I'm going to train." Vegeta growled.

Bulma whirled on her chair and pasted a look of regret on her face. "If you must, but we are so close. . ."

Vegeta shut his eyes. "I must." :I cannot give in.:

"Don't hurt yourself."

Vegeta scowled and left the room.

Bulma restrained from jumping for joy until he got out of range. :Finally.:

She turned to the machine with a grin that would put the devil to shame.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bulma stood in front of the machine with a look of apprehension on her face.

"The only thing is. . .will it work." She whispered apprehensively to herself. She shook her
head at her doubts. "Your too close now, so you can't stop."

She glanced around the lab, just to make sure. :Good he's still in the Gravity Chamber.:

She disrobed and entered the tank quickly and settled herself in. :I hope that this thing
works well on automatic. I can count on no one to drag me out.:

She didn't have to worry for long as a red fluid, instead of the normal blue, engulfed her body
and the drugs in the oxygen put her to sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Vegeta wasn't quite sure what to make of this situation. Bulma wasn't in the lab, nor in the house and
she usually left a note for him if she wasn't going to be around.

He sighed and opened the fridge to make a few sandwiches.

:Where haven't I checked?: He mused as he began seperating the bread onto the table, not satisfied
until it was covered. Next he took out the mayonaise and began to spread it on the bread. :I don't want
to call the others. They'll take it the wrong way and I would have to put up with Yamcha.: The Saiyan
rolled his eyes and began to add the meat on top of the mayo.

Vegeta furrowed his brow. The house was to quiet without Bulma to fight with. He hated it when it
was quiet. It gave him too much time to think.

Vegeta stretched out his senses, searching for one very delicate ki. Delicate only in it's sense, the
woman who owned it was far from delicate. :If she'd only learn how to use it.:

It took him some time but he did find her. He munched on his sandwiches distractedly while he did so.

He blinked. "Kuso, why is she there?"

He stalked out of the kitchen, leaving all the dishes in the sink.

His heart sank as he came upon her in the tank. The fluid wasn't it's normal color and for some odd
reason he didn't see this as a good sign.

"Woman, what do you think your doing?" He growled. He tried to turn it off, but she had been smart
and programed a password so that he couldn't get in.

He pressed his hands against the glass and stared at her. He pressed his lips together and slumped
to the floor.

"Now what?" He muttered. :No need to tell the others, they'll only be worried. So all I have to do
is keep an eye on her and. . .:

The Saiyan no ouji didn't get much farther in thought before his chin slumped and he fell asleep.

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The machine beeped, startling Vegeta awake and making him crack his neck.

:Note to self, do not sleep on floor.: He mind grumbled. He then remembered exactly why he was on
the floor and jumped to his feet.

The fluid had begun to drain and while he did want this beautiful scientist, she wasn't his mate.
Vegeta went in search of a towel.

Bulma's eyes began to blink, opening slowly because the goo holding them together. She found that
she couldn't move very far and shook her head to clear her foggy brain. It wasn't until her
eyes opened all the way that she remembered exactly what she had done. :I'm alive.: She
thought with disbelief. She stretched her hands out in front of her, but noted nothing really
different.

She then looked outside the bubble as the liquid continued to drain, it now was down about her mid-thighs.

Vegeta stepped into the room and her breathe caught.

He looked angry, but he was holding a towel.

The liquid gurgled and drained away.

The bubble opened and Vegeta was there immediately to wrap a towel around her. She worked the respirator off.

She smirked. "It isn't as if I haven't ever seen YOU naked before Vegeta."

Vegeta grunted.

Vegeta helped her take off the connectors.

Bulma went to step out of the tank but stumbled, Vegeta caught her around her waist and her head fell
automatically on his shoulder and her hands grabbed his biceps. She looked up at him and licked her
lips.

Vegeta growled. "What did you do?"

She felt something twitch, and it wasn't his tail, because that was wrapped firmly around his waist.

"Vegeta, set me down please." She murmurred.

He let go of her waist and she took a hesistant step back, her fingers resting lightly on his biceps still.
She looked behind her and found that she didn't have enough room to go any farther. By accident she looked
down and cocked an eyebrow. :Oooh boy.: A tail the exact color of her hair was trailing behind her. She purred.

"This is going to be fun." She grinned up at Vegeta.

Vegeta crossed his arms. "Well, are you going to answer my question, woman?"

She laughed. "Vegeta, it is so obvious that I am surprised you asked." She giggled some more. "Or don't
you recognize a saiyan-jinn female when you see one." She dodged past him and ran towards the
bathroom in the lab. "Now let me shower!"

Vegeta stood there in shock for a few moments, before he realized that he had lost his voice and
that of all things couldn't happen.

"BULMA!" He roared and stalked after her, his eyebrow twitching.

Her laugh answered him. Vegeta growled. "You have some explaining to do."

She heard him. "After I bathe." The shower turned on. "You are so impatient."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I am the most patient man I know."

"And the most humble." She retorted. :Kuso, we're talking through the walls in normal
tones like it is an everyday occurance.: She shook her head and lathered up her hair.

"Fine, I'll be in the house."

"Cook something, I'm starving." She called after him.

Vegeta snorted.

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It wasn't ten minutes later that she walked into the kitchen. Her new tail wrapped firmly about her waist.
She sniffed the air appreciatively.

"Smells divine."

"You avoided my question."

"Stubborn bastard." She said delicately as she sat down at the table.

"Stop doing so." His voice was hard.

"Vegeta, I am just as stubborn as you are."

He whirled and stared straight in her eyes. She lifted an eyebrow. Trapezoidal obsidian eyes met trapezoidal
blue eyes and neither was backing down.

She stood up and moved until she was six inches from him and looking up slightly. "Don't
let dinner burn." She whispered, noting his exetremely clean scent and caressing his face
with her eyes.

His eyes narrowed. :She doesn't know how much more beautiful she has become. She has no clue what she is
doing to me or to herself.:

"Why?" he whispered back.

"So we can eat descent food." She whispered back.

"Why did you do this to yourself?" He raked her up and down with his eyes.

She didn't even blush, but cocked her head. "I don't know." She closed her eyes. "No I'm wrong,
deep down I do know, but I can't put it to words." She sighed.

He accepted this, just as he accepted the fact he really didn't know the reason why he trained
so hard or acted the way he did towards everybody else.

"Have you even looked into the mirror?" Vegeta asked gruffily as he turned around and set
food on the table.

"Well, no." She said and started to divide the food fifty-fifty. "Did I turn ugly or something?"
She batted her lashes and smirked at him.

He smirked back. "No uglier than usual." :Breathe taking.:

"Tell me." She demanded.

"After you tell me what you did to become this way."

"I thought that was obvious." She rolled her eyes and stabbed a vegatable with her fork.

He looked at her. "I want to know exactly."

She chewed on her food. "I modified the machine, which after I eat I will unmodify so that this will not
happen to anyone else, ever." She stabbed more food on her fork and stuck it in her mouth and chewed. After
she swallowed she went on. "It is a known fact that the genetic difference between individuals is only
two percent. I had genetic samples from all the saiyan-jinns that we came in contact with, except Nappa. I
did the calculations and found that you are only five percent different than humans." She paused and evaluated
his expression. There wasn't any, he was just eating and listening. "So I did a comparison to
see where and what the differences were. Then made the modifications to a sample of my own DNA, it took
several tries to get it right. I then traded this new DNA with the old sample in the machine. I then programmed
the machine in advance and waited till you went to train to start the sequence." She went silent and
then began to attack her food.

Vegeta stayed silent until she was done eating.

"That was a foolish thing to do."

"No more foolish than attacking Freiza without the adequate power level. Now, fufill your half of the
bargian broccolli brains."

He snorted. "I think only looking will convince you, and I am NOT a man of words."

She grinned. "Try it."

Vegeta sighed. "You haven't grown any, if that helps, but your proportions are different, less bust, wider
shoulders. Your hair is down to your ankles, straight with wavy ends and is exetremely exotic for a saiyan-jinn,
your eyes are the saiyan eyes but still the same blue." He stopped. "The rest is the same. Except your
ki has risen."

"Good, I want training." She grinned.

"You need it." He grinned back. "See you at six tommorrow."

He pushed away from the table. "And after I beat you silly we'll work some more on the project."

Bulma sighed. "I guess."

Vegeta winked at her and left the room.

:Vegeta, winking. No way.:

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END END END OF CHAPTER ONE!!!!

So should I continue, if I can figure out where this is going I will, (as if I don't
have enough on my plate)

I know that Vegeta is OOC and so is Bulma, next time on Alien Love, working on
the project, training, and events leading up to the big conference (I'll TRY to make
it really long, no garuntee's but I'll TRY)

Later