Whoot!

It's been years since I even thought of writing anything DBZ, but once again I plan to tackle it!

This fic is my take on the whole Bulma and Vegeta get together. I know, I know, it's been done a million times, but here it comes again!

Disclaimer: Again, I never bother with disclaimers as everyone knows that no author/director/artist EVER writes anything on ff. net. BUT in this case, as I WILL be using some things directly from the series, such as SOME dialogue, I feel it necessary.

Dragonball, Dragonball Z, and Dragonball GT are property of Akira Toriyama, and multiple recording studios I don't feel like trying to remember names of.

Enjoy!

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"Woman! I'm a Saiyan Elite, not a variety of flower!"

Bulma STILL had a private laugh at the image of Vegeta in that shirt. He'd regressed back to typical Saiyan garb...or well, at least as close to it as he could get on Earth. Earth spandex just wasn't the same, and he most often took to simple black spandex shorts, or wore loose blue fighting gi. This of course limited the man, as she refused to let him in public areas.

"Like I'd want to mingle with your human, weak, commoners in the first place!" had been his snobby response before stomping off back into the gravity chamber..

HOW he felt it acceptable to degrade HER and the rest of the human race, AND boss her around in HER home, she'd never understand. Yamcha was no help... all he could say was

"Throw the Bastard out Bulma."

Turn Vegeta loose on Planet Earth?

Hell no!

He'd be blowing up towns withing a short few hours. Vegeta had no home, it long ago destroyed by Freiza, so the man no longer had anywhere else to go, since Vegeta's betrayal, and ultimately, Freiza's demise...

She could only be thankful that Freiza had already been disposed of... However, she was still annoyingly curious about who that strange boy had been, having destroyed Freiza in seconds, single handedly, when it had taken everyone, and Goku in the end, to finish him off the first time, was extraordinary. What had been most puzzling though was the boy's Capsule Corp. jacket. She'd never seen the boy before, nor hd she seen him since. Sure, he'd said he had come from the future, but he couldn't have possibly come from that far into it, right?

She'd even gone as far as asking her father if he'd ever seen such a boy at Capsule Corp. he had only beamed at her.

"Why Yes Bulma! That would be myself!" he'd then pulled out a picture of himself from younger years. Instead of being able to snap at him for being ridiculous, she could NOT deny the shocking resemblance between her father and the mysterious boy. This of course had only tormented her more.

Perhaps he was a distant relative of hers?

But of course, it was foolish to think that...after all, the boy WAS a Saiyan...

Maybe someone in her family had gotten together with Gohan down the road? Goku HAD said that Gohan was the only one to survive the android's attack. It could be possible...

"Which one of these do you want Dear?"

Bulma was brought back to reality once more as her m0other rambled on about her tray of sweets.

She listened to her mother and father babble on with little interest in the conversation.

Mindless chatter about sweets...random demands from Vegeta...and her mother fawning over the Saiyan Prince, totally forgetting that her father was there listening to her every word, although...it was not as if he paid much attention to her little crushes on eery man she set her eyes on.

It was times like these she ruly wondered how her parents even got together, let alone stayed together all these years. She could NEVER marry and stay with a man that paid little attention to her and did anything but treat her like a wife...

And just as she was getting ready to slip away from the chaos pf family, it sounded as though someone dropped a bomb on the side of the house, and the foundation shook violently.

Bulma froze, fear creeping into her mind.

From the direction of the explosion, it could only be one thing...the gravity chamber...

"Vegeta!" Bulma screamed, barreling toward the front door, and speeding outside and around the house. "Where is he!" She gasped, racing straight into the mass of ruble.

She was only barely aware of Yamcha's presence behind her, and her parents following shortly after him. She began to lift some of the smaller pieces away, only to fly back in horror as Vegeta's arm launched itself out from beneath it unexpectedly.

Vegeta was badly hurt, she could tell that much. His skin was raw and singed, although she couldn't tell if it had happened during the explosion, or prior to it. Shards of metal had ripped slices into his flesh, and cement debris had scrapped much of his legs and arms up as it had given out below him. BUT he WAS a Saiyan, just like Goku, and that knowledge alone told her that the injuries may not be as bad as they seemed. After years of tagging along with the tail clad boy (although it should have been HIM following HER) she had learned that no battle was too great, nor any injury too severe. Vegeta slowly stood, and indeed he seemed rather unfazed as he slowly stood. It was then that her worry for the arrogant man turned to anger...

"You Ass! You almost wrecked my house! Had the explosion been centered just slightly over, you would have blown yourself straight through the livingroom! You could have seriously injured, or even KILLED someone! What are you trying to prove!" She snarled, breathing heavily.

Then, all anger faded away as quickly as it had come on, as Vegeta crumpled to the ground once more, and she KNEW that she'd been far more content when she'd thought him banged up, but over all fine...

"Oh my God! You're hurt!" She panicked, climbing into the rubble to sit beside him.

She gently lifted him into a sitting position. It was clear that he'd already lost, and was continuing to do so, too much blood for anyone's comfort.

"Get...away..." He groaned. "I don't... need any help... got to train more..." he winced, making a helpless move to release himself from her grasp.

"You've got to stop training for a while! Look at yourself! You're a mess. You could have died!"

She could only sigh as he rambled on about him being absolutely fine (despite his inability to move...). It was sad to see him like this in all honesty... he was just so helpless. It was a whole new experience seeing the proud Prince in such a state. It proved that he was only human...well, mortal at least...

Vegeta rose up once more, a last ditch effort at proving himself fit to return to training, only to again collapse back in on himself.

He did not rise again.

"Dad! We need to get him inside! He's in dire need of some serious medical attention."

In the end, they did manage to get him inside. Her mother had raced to set up the guest room (originally given to Vegeta, who'd never set foot in it, preferring to sleep outside or in the gravity chamber) for medical care, as a makeshift hospital room, monitors and all. It had taken the three of them (Her Father, Yamcha, and herself) to carry the man into the house. Despite being the size of a typical man, he'd proven to weigh far more than any human.

Her father had been able to patch him up well, but int the end, his injuries had proven to have exhausted his body, and he'd been so bad off that her father had attached him to a breathing apparatus to stabilize him.

And now?

Now she just watched him sleep it all off. Even in his dreams it seemed as though the man was fighting. He mumbled in his sleep, occasionally twitching even.

It was times like this that she really wished she knew what he'd been like younger. But even as she thought about it, she realized that he'd probably been no different... after all, Freiza had destroyed the Saiyan home planet just about the time Goku had crashed on Earth. Vegeta would have had to have been young then...

Bulma sighed and rested her head on her arms,

In all honesty, she had no clue how old the man was. She was pretty sure the years of battle had made him appear far older than he truly was. Perhaps he was somewhere around her age? Or could he be much older?

She gave up on that thought process quickly. After all, it wasn't as though he'd actually give her a straight answer if she even dared to ask the man... stubborn bastard...

In all honestly, she wished he'd be more pleasant! She was truly curious about the Saiyan way of life, and what type of planet and civilizations Goku and the other saiyans were born into, and escaped from.

She'd already pumped the Namekians for information during their stay. She'd welcomed their knowledge and stories about their home planet and unique everyday lives. They'd also broadened her knowledge of the Namekian language.

Even though only Piccolo and Kami would understand her if she spoke it, (since there was no longer a Namekian ship to command...) She still took pleasure in knowing that she was the ONLY human that knew the alien language.

She continued dwelling on everything and anything as she watched Vegeta, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

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Not too eventful yet, but we'll get there! Chapter 2 will arrive soon, no worries.

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