A/N: This is a revision of a story I had started many years ago. I am not entirely happy with how I had written this story, so I am revising. However the overall story will remain the same.

This is a by product of my obsession and awe of Vegeta. I find him an awfully intriguing character and thus, this idea just wouldn't leave me alone. I hope you all enjoy and i hope it's not too out of character.

Disclaimer: Dragonball z, no matter how awesome it is, is not mine. It is the property of its respective creators; however this fanfic is purely mine and not someone else's. I apologize for any offense for any of the content.

Entry # 78

Who would've thought that from the moment that he first arrived in our lives filled with animosity, we would all end up fighting together and on the same side? I have had my fare share of being proved wrong with my judgment; especially in myself. Things never did turn out to be anything like how I expected. It is quite amazing and rather scary how fate befell upon us all. Who would've thought?

Definitely not me.

It feels like ages since I could remember my life normal. Normal, I no longer knew what that meant. Everything changed. I changed. He changed me.

I remember the first time I heard his name; Vegeta. It was strange. I don't know what it meant back on his planet, but on Earth, to me, it only reminded me of vegetables. And that's how I felt, that's how I ever felt. It all began with Goku's so-called brother, Raditz. Eversince he arrived, all our lives went in a spiral whirlwind of unfortunate events and mostly unexpected. After the confrontation with Raditz, Vegeta barged into our lives a year later, hungry and greedy for ultimate power. Then I saw him. They say never judge a book by its cover, but boy was my judgment ever true. I immediately knew that he was too full of himself. His pride and ego exceeded beyond the limits of the universe. But I never could've guessed him to have any depth at all. After his departure from earth, wrapped injured back in his spaceship alone; I hoped it was the last of him that I'd ever see. Who would've thought that it was merely just the beginning?

Vegeta returned, and ever since his revival, his role in our lives and our goals began to get larger and more important. It all began when Frieza's rein terrorized the planet of Namek. His presence was rather annoying and I must admit; petrifying, though I was more occupied scared for being abandoned by Krillin and Gohan, being chased by large carnivorous dinosaurs, switching bodies with a toad, and almost being blown into smithereens. However, those were things of the past. Had he really made peace with us?

I am sure he'd never say so himself. Having him around for so long, I learned of his innate nature and prudent ways; so I never really concerned myself too much with his demeaning talk and proud exterior. But who would've thought?

Entry #5

It was a beautiful afternoon and as usual, I felt as useless as ever. I was terribly bored; there was no one to talk to or even argue with. Everyone was busy training for the arrival of the destructive androids. Yamcha never really came around very often and his absence was frustrating. I had never felt so alone in my life before, ignored as though I were invisible, but I knew I couldn't be angry at him. He was just busy training. Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo were constantly busy training as much as they could. I couldn't really blame them; since they three were probably our best hope. For goodness sake, Goku was the strongest being; he was a Super Saiyan.

Then I thought of the person I thought I would least concern myself with; Vegeta.

His presence peaked my curiosity. Strange as he was, his motives were even more questionable. Why would he even bother saving the very people he had tried to destroy? He declined every and any notion of empathy or consolation, and brushed off every attempt at burying the hatchets. He wasn't even trying to hide his distaste and hate for the circumstances and the people involved in it. Then why?

With nothing much to keep me busy, I had stooped to finding entertainment in observing Vegeta from afar. He would awaken every morning before the sun rose into the shadows of the gravity room, and return late into the night. Did he even sleep or eat? The only evidence of such was a messy and unmade bed and our fridge running out of food every three days. I guess giant appetites was an alien thing.

I thought he had completely lost it; training so vigorously with such intensity. He would hurt himself over and over again; breaking bones, ribs, and bruising every inch of his body. My father told me of his training regime and no matter how much he hurt himself; he'd just work harder. My mother thought it admirable that he had so much will power; I just found it plain stupid.

But my father continued making prototype androids for him to train with in the small capsule spaceship, and by the end of the day he would return them broken and demanding for upgrades.

Some days, the noise was so loud that I often feared that he would break the house. It was one of those days that my nerves were strung and my hormones were soaring, and the noise was making my headache even worse. I barged into the gravity room, opened the door, and quickly ducked just in time to avoid a ki ball that was headed straight to me.

"Stupid woman," he growled. The moment of fear passed and immediately I felt the anger rising up again. "Do you have a death wish?"

"No," I screamed back. "I wish for some peace and quiet. I wish for you to not destroy this house!"

"If you want peace and quiet then you'll find that in the afterlife. If you don't wish me to help you Earthlings with your android problem," he scoffed. "I could always just let you all die."

"I don't even know why you even stay," I mumbled. "We won't die, Goku will save us."

"Kakarot?" Vegeta laughed. "You put all your hopes in one man? Even Kakarot is mortal."

"But he's stronger than you," I scoffed. "He's a super saiyan and you're just average."

The moment those words left my lips, I knew I would regret them. I knew he would make me regret them. I was waiting for Vegeta to do something, anything to me. I closed my eyes for a moment, then two. Nothing happened. I looked up at his face. He was angry. His hands were clenched into a fist tight, but he did not move towards me.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"You're weak, woman," he snapped. "You wish someone to protect you, but there wont be someone around all the time. When that time comes woman, I will just stand and watch." With that, he turned his back to me. "Now get out woman, unless you want to be my new punching bag."

My blood began boiling, but I knew I had to leave. With the door closed behind me, it was then that I decided to help my father out with the contraptions. This was exactly what I needed. It was a good distraction from the impending doom. Vegeta was right, Goku was just one man and we could use all the help we can find.

But my thirst to prove Vegeta wrong was too much. He was wrong however about me. I was not weak, and I now was tired of relying on anyone else to save me. I would no longer be that damsel in distress. The only way I could think of proving Vegeta wrong was showing him. I would use my strength; my mind to beat him. I chuckled silently with that thought in mind. Finally; I would prove to everyone that I too am strong and powerful.

Entry #9

The first android was pretty impressive, as I designed it to mimic the moves of Yamcha, Krillin, and Gohan put together; however the very first day of its test run; Vegeta returned it back in pieces and a scowl on his face.

"This was a pathetic attempt," he sneered, "to think I would find these the least bit challenging. Ignorant earth woman." Throwing the remains on the desk before me in my lab, he turned his heel and walked off. "I expected more."

Argh! The nerve of that MAN! 'I will show him a challenge,' I thought to myself. My pride was obviously bruised, but it was not broken. I had spent the whole night working vigorously; writing up the blueprints and attempting to finish the programming. Numerous cups of coffee crowded my workspace, as my mother had taken the liberty of making me enough coffee to last me hours. But I didn't need them. My mind worked on and on, the need to outdo myself than before urged me on. I felt the urge fuel on, as thoughts of always being left behind and deemed weak clouded my mind. 'I've had it with everyone thinking that I cannot do anything!' I exclaimed to myself. Time lost any meaning to me and before I knew it, the sun was beginning to rise and pour it's beautiful golden rays through the window. Tweaking the last few bolts into place and reviewing the javascript on the computer in front of me; my father walked in.

"Bulma?" he questioningly asked me, surprised at how tirelessly I was working on it. "Were you up the entire night?"

I only nodded, still engrossed with putting the last few plates onto the android's circuit box.

"You could've asked me to help you, sweetie," he continued. He walked over towards the table to get a better view of what had kept me up all night. On the table was sprawled out a long human like android with silver metal plates covering every inch of its body. It looked sleek and nearly perfect.

"Did you do all this last night?" he asked surprised. "It looks-" he stuttered, "amazing."

He grazed his hand along the left side of the android; shocked of its perfection. "You did a good job with the exterior," he added. "But you do know that Vegeta will leave not a piece untarnished?"

"It won't dad," I replied with much joy. "It's Kachin, the hardest metal in the universe. I doubt Vegeta would be able to even dent it."

"Where did you even get that?" he asked inquisitively. "It's almost near impossible to get that."

"Dad," I turned to him. "How many times have travelled beyond Earth?" I smiled feeling quite proud of my ingenuity. "On one of my journeys, I got a hold of a handful of this metal in it's powder form."

"But how did you get it out? You must have been real lucky."

"It was mostly skill," I replied, turning away from my dad and back to the android before me. "The planet we ended up on before Namek was filled with many hot pressured springs and geysers. How could something withstand so much heat and pressure? Then the thought hit me as I looked at our ship. Our ship was weak and who knew which environment we would endure next." I explained." I tuned the dragonball radar to pick up and sense the densities of objects nearby. The planet was overflowing with Kachin ore reserves. However it only had a five yard radius, so it did take a lot of time for me to realise that that Kachin existed in the rocks."

"How did you plate them? Boiling point is most likely near to a million degrees celsius or beyond."

"I just embedded the powder into osmium and plated the android," I stated. "Vegeta may be able to scratch the surface, but he won't be able to do any real damage."

"This will be a challenge," my dad smiled. "You are going to give one heck of a fight."

"I sure am," I smirked. "I'm going to beat him."

"He's Vegeta," my dad replied nonchalantly. "He may even bring the house down."

"He can do whatever he likes." I screwed in the last bolt into its head plate. "Because I won't stop till I have victory either," I murmured under my breath.

I turned to computer's screen once again, and pressed the execute button. Immediately there were a series of beeping sounds and the android came to life. It's eyes were glowing brightly red as it turned its head towards me.

"I have programmed it to mimic the fighting styles of Krillin, Yamcha, Gohan, and Chichi."

"Chichi?" My dad chuckled loudly. "That will be a surprise for him."

"Yes, and alongside the fighting styles of them, I have embedded the defensive techniques of all of them; including Goku," I added.

"Goku eh?"

"Yes," I replied. "While you were busy with Vegeta's androids, I ended up spending a lot of time at Chichi's. You know how once she starts, she can talk on and on."

My father nodded amused.

"Well, we talked and on a few occasions I got the chance of observing them both training."

"That's wonderful; but I am sure that wont be much a difficulty for Vegeta."

"There's one more thing dad. This android has memory and therefore can remember Vegeta's techniques and immediately counter-attack them. I am sure this android can take a beating before it can show it's true ingenuity," I proudly smiled. "I have one more secret though. The first android was more of a memory bank; so I have already recorded Vegeta's attacks; both physical and ki."

"You have thought this out all too well," he said pleased. "you are certainly a genius."

"What do you expect, I am a Brief."

"Woman!"

I sighed. He had finally arrived. Finishing the last minute tweaks on the computer; I headed out of the lab and towards the Gravity Room.

The Gravity Room was one of my proudest creations. Dad had come up with the idea quite a few years ago; but work and Capsule Corp always got in the way. He had even drew up the blueprints and made a prototype long before I had finished my education; but things would just come crashing down. The technology was unstable and many technical difficulties had raised. Once my graduation, I decided to finish his forgotten dream; and thus with many modifications and ingenius thinking; controlling gravity force had become a reality. That was the day my dad had officially appointed me one of Capsule Corp's consulting engineers and head of research and development.

I had finally reached the Gravity Room.

"Finally you arrive," he said in an aggravated tone. "What stupid contraption have you come up with for me to destroy today? You better hope it's stronger than yesterday's junk."

He stood with his arms crossed his chest; clothed in his navy blue uniform and a scowl and smirk embedded into his face. It was his trademark; the clothes, the narrowed gaze, scowl, and arms crossed. I chuckled silently to myself.

"Don't worry," I replied. "This one wont break so easily."

The android finally made its appearance and presence known to Vegeta. The sparkling dark metal glimmered in the yellow light. The android stood well over five feet; matching almost the height of Vegeta. Each of the plates, contoured the muscle exterior of any buff fighter and the face was sleek and smoothed over each curve of the physical face. It stood tall and dark, looming over the back of my shoulders. I stared at him with a smug smile.

"What do you think?" I smirked. "You think it's still a piece of junk?"

"It is an improvement, clearly," he responded, completely unaffected by the surprising and impressive creation. "But it is foolish of you to think that this mere android stands a chance against me. Is this all you have to show for your pride?"

"You'd be surprised at how well this android can fare out, even against you," I replied. "oh all powerful Saiyan Prince."

He hissed as he sensed the intense sarcasm in my tone. "It matters not. This android will return to you in pieces, and you will have nothing to show for your efforts."

"I highly doubt that," I gleefully added. "You can say, he's nearly impossible to break."

"We will see about that." With that, Vegeta returned back inside the Gravity Room.

I turned to face the android and spoke, "Give him hell, he deserves it."

The android walked into the Gravity Room. The door closed with a released of air pressure. Excited and eager to see what would happen, I raced back down into the lab. Upon reaching, I turned the camera, which was embedded into the android itself, and began to watch as the two rivals prepared themselves. This would be great, I told myself. Chuckling to myself, the fight began.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I sort of got bored at the end, so I tried to quickly end it. Any suggestions are appreciated; however I'd have to ask you not to flame me. You can keep your hateful opinions to yourself. This was supposed to be a one-shot thing, but it has somehow evolved and I think I will make this a full-fledged story. It will be written in two different perspectives...alternating chapters. Thanks.