Okay, this is my newest Bulma and Vegeta fanfic! This one is based on Namek and I've switched things up a bit, but not too much. I hope everyone will READ AND REVIEW!!! You have no idea how happy it makes me when you do! I hope I don't disappoint you with this fic!

Chapter 1 Bulma the Lifeguard

I can't believe they just left me here. Bulma thought, looking out into the vast desert of Namek. She was starting to hate this place; it was so quiet that she could swear she could hear her thoughts echo. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes; I hope Krillin and Gohan are having fun because I'm not. Why can't I do anything useful? I'm so bored, make something exciting happen!

Suddenly a huge bang sounded off in the distance and Bulma screamed, covering her ears. She rolled off her chair and quickly scurried behind it, squeezing her eyes shut as she listened to explosion after explosion echo across the desert.

"Okay, I take it back! Make it boring again!" She whispered frantically, what if they came here and tried to kill her? She started to shake and her teeth chattered violently as she imagined all the horrible things they would do to her.

An explosion sounded and Bulma felt as if her eardrums were about to burst, she covered her ears and curled up against the side of the cave, praying that whoever was causing the explosions. She opened one eye and slowly stood up. With shaky hands she pulled the pistol from her back pocket and edged her way to the outside of the cave.

Bulma took a deep breath and stepped out of the cave, wielding her pistol, as if she actually believed it would be able to do anything. But there was nothing there anyway; Namek was just as silent and dusty as it always was. She sighed with relief. The explosion must have been farther away than she thought.

She stood there for a moment, and then sighed again. There was no way she would be able to just sit quietly, she had to go figure out what the explosion was all about. It was probably safe, it had been quiet for at least ten minutes now, it couldn't hurt to go look.

She grabbed her bag of capsules and pulled out one that didn't have a label. It was a prototype, she had designed it herself and it was the fastest mini-plane on Earth. Or it was supposed to be; she hadn't actually tried it yet, now seemed like as good a time as any.

She watched with pleasure as the smoke cleared and she saw her baby shining in the dusty Namek sunlight. But just as she was about to hop in she stopped and jogged back to the cave.

She dug around the cave until she found the giant yellow ball that Gohan had practically threw at her earlier, saying he was afraid that if he kept it on him Vegeta would obtain it, Bulma couldn't decide whether she was flattered or annoyed that he would trust her with such an important object.

She held it up in the light for a moment, noticing how heavy it was and then she stuck it in her bag and threw it in the mini-plane.

She was too afraid of leaving the giant Dragon Ball alone for any length of time, but she was even more afraid of taking it with her, at least if she left it then no one would have any reason to attack her but it didn't seem like the right thing to do. Bulma didn't have much of a conscience but she did have one, and she was forced to listen to it despite herself.

"Kami help me," Bulma said, snapping on her goggles and gripping the steering wheel tightly in gloved hands, "I'm too nice for my own good." With that said she turned the key and took off toward where the explosions had come from, leaving a trail of dust behind her.

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"Shit," Vegeta could sense a powerful ki quickly approaching him; it was probably one of Freiza's men. As the ki got closer Vegeta clenched his fists, it was Zarbon. Then suddenly he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest in what was supposed to be a relaxed position. Zarbon was nothing, not with his new power level.

"Looks like I finally found you Vegeta," Zarbon said airily and Vegeta growled.

"Ha! Found me? I've been waiting for a while now, you're just so slow." Vegeta saw his lips twitch downward in a scowl, but he quickly disguised it with an arrogant smirk of his own.

"You won't be laughing after I'm finished with you. Freiza said that I could finally kill you," Vegeta smirk grew into a sneer.

"Ha! With my current power level? You stand no chance."

"Prove it!"

"Gladly!" Vegeta raised his fist and punched Zarbon in the face, his eyes widened as he felt himself thrown backwards. He had been a hundred percent sure he could beat Vegeta, even with his raised power level, but this….. this power was almost demonic.

Vegeta didn't give Zarbon any time to contemplate how or why Vegeta was suddenly so much stronger. Before he could blink Vegeta sent a kick into his stomach followed by at least five more punches to the face.

They all went by so fast that Zarbon couldn't even see them, let alone block them. He could feel his nose break, and cuts above his eyes from Vegeta's swift punches bled into his eyes, making them burn too. The kick Vegeta had sent to his stomach had made him breathless.

In only a few short moments he had utterly and completely become the underdog. He couldn't take it. He sent a desperate punch at Vegeta's face, but it was easily dodged and returned with a right hook on the ear. Zarbon felt his right eardrum burst and he bit his tongue so hard to keep from crying out that it bled.

"I…didn't…want…..to….do….this…but…you're….better….than…I….expected." Zabon panted out, and then he smiled, making Vegeta stop despite himself.

Vegeta's eyes widened as Zarbon's skin stretched and ripped off, until his once handsome face was completely gone and in its place a hideous frog like thing stood. Vegeta felt his gag reflex trigger slightly.

"Ugh, disgusting. If you were trying to make me throw up you've almost succeeded, but you're still going to die." Vegeta said, but he was starting to get a bad feeling about this. His ki seemed higher, much higher. But that couldn't be, it must be his imagination.

He quickly discovered just how wrong he was. Zarbon proceeded to throw Vegeta around like a rag doll, and no matter how hard Vegeta fought or how many ki blasts he threw, not a single one hit.

"Pathetic," Zarbon laughed in his new voice, which sounded exactly like a bull frog's croak. His wounds had mostly healed with the transformation and he wasn't even breathing hard. Vegeta growled with anger.

"DIE!" He screamed sending a massive ki blast directly at Zarbon's face, but it missed and landed in the sand, causing a huge crater to form. Zarbon looked at him mockingly.

"Nice job, if you weren't so goddamn slow that might've hit." He said and Vegeta sent another ki blast. He was breathing hard now, his face dripping with sweat.

"Well, this has been fun and all, but I'm getting kind of bored so I guess I'll just kill you now," Zarbon said and before Vegeta could even blink he felt a ki blast hit him.

And then he was falling. His entire body felt numb, but he could vaguely recognize that Zarbon was hitting him repeatedly. He tried to lift his arms to punch back but they refused.

He saw one last ki blast hit him and he hit the water in the lake they were fighting over. He felt his lungs fill with water and saw as he sunk down away from the surface and light. What a pathetic way to die, he thought.

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"Wooo!" Bulma screamed as she felt the wind whip through her hair and batter against her eardrums. She tilted the wheel up and did a dizzying backflip, she couldn't remember the last time she had had so much fun.

She laughed as she took one hand off the steering wheel and ran it along the side of the small vessel. She loved this, everything about machines attracted her; even guns had their own appeal.

Machines; in their soul lay wires, levers, numbers and gears. Powered by explosive energy and adorned with a sleek exterior that shines when there's no light. Beautiful.

"Just like me," she laughed into the wind. Suddenly she heard the mini-plane give out a cute little beep and she did a sharp U-turn that sent dust flying everywhere that skidded her to a stop.

She quickly jumped out of the plane and pulled off her goggles, shaking her head to fluff up her hair. She pulled the goggles back on top of her head as a kind of makeshift headband and started walking around.

"Woah," she said when she saw the crater. It was huge. She walked over nervously to look inside. She sighed; she couldn't decide whether she was relieved or disappointed. Maybe a little of both.

"Ugh! What's wrong with me? Stop being weird Bulma! I came, I saw, now I should go." But she didn't move, because she saw something bob to the surface of the small lake that she was standing about twelve feet away from.

She slowly walked to the edge of the water and tried to see what was floating there. She blinked, and then she blinked again.

Looks like I've found the dead body I wanted.

Bulma was shaking so much that it looked like she was vibrating. What do I do? What do I do? She turned around and closed her eyes.

"I'll just ignore it, I mean, they're already dead. It's not like it's my responsibility to bury them or anything. So I'll just leave and pretend I never saw….." But then she remembered something.

Dead bodies don't float.

"Shit," she said and she jumped into the water.

She didn't look at who she was dragging onto shore, but when she had pulled him all the way onto land she immediately regretted it.

"V-vegeta?" She whispered, looking at the unconscious man before her. She couldn't believe it, how could her luck be so bad? Out of all the people she could have rescued why did it have to be him!?

Wait, she thought, this might be the perfect chance. I could kill him now and I'd be a hero! Everyone would congratulate me on destroying our nemesis. But then she looked down at him and her resolve faded a little.

Goku had seen something good in him, that was why he hadn't killed him when he was supposed to. And when he was sleeping like this he didn't seem so evil. She didn't move for a moment, weighing the pro's and con's of saving him and then she sighed. She had to, if she didn't she'd always wonder if he could've changed.

She kneeled down next to him and grabbed his wrist, she couldn't feel a pulse. She leaned down more and pressed her head against his chest, this time she could hear it but just barely.

"He probably swallowed a lot of water. I have to give him CPR," this thought unnerved her a little but she didn't have any choice. She opened his mouth and pressed her lips against his and breathed into his lungs. Then she pressed against his chest and repeated over and over.

"Ugh," she heard him cough and water poured out of his mouth, he opened his eyes and stared at her.

"Uh, h-hi," she said. His eyes were unnerving and she found herself looking away, she had never seen him so close before. He had a strange intensity about him, and she was attracted to it despite herself.

"Who the hell are you?" Bulma's awkwardness was quickly eclipsed with anger, she had just saved his life and he was talking like that?

"Hey buddy! I just saved your life! If I hadn't given you CPR you would be dead right now!" She said, poking his chest. He tried to slap her hand away but his arms wouldn't move. He hurt everywhere, a searing pain that burned through him like fire; he resisted the urge to scream in pain. He forced himself to sit up, every muscle in his body protesting to the sudden movement and veins standing out and fresh sweat dripping down his face as he came to a sitting position. He turned his neck and glared at her.

Bulma's eyes widened, how could he move with those injuries? She had inspected him and concluded that all his ribs were broken, along with his left arm and right wrist. His stomach had a huge hole the size of a bowling ball, it had scabbed over now but it looked extremely painful. It was a miracle he had survived, let alone sat up.

"What the hell id CPR?" he said through clenched teeth, under the impression that she had done something weird to his body.

Bulma smirked, "It's rather hard to explain, do you want a practical demonstration?" She said, she was starting to think this would be fun. She wanted to see that arrogant sneer wiped off his face for just a second.

Before he could answer she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, and opened her mouth slightly and whispered against his mouth. "I breathe into your mouth, just like this, to get your heart pumping."

Vegeta felt like he had been electrocuted, his heart did indeed beat faster and he felt blood rush to his head. He couldn't move, what was this? He had never kissed anyone before, he had slept with women but he had never done anything like this.

She pulled back suddenly, breathing harder than she would ever admit. Before when she had given him CPR, it had been just that, CPR. Nothing sexual about that. But this was a kiss, and she liked it. Why did I do that? She asked herself, she was feeling a little disoriented. Why had she saved him? Kissed him? Thought he was cute?

She shook her head, whatever. She was just being impulsive again. "Well have fun, I'm leaving." She said. She had already saved his life; her conscious was more than satisfied.

"Woman! How dare you talk to me like that!" Vegeta screamed, trying to stand up and failing. Crap, he was so weak.

"How dare I talk to you like that?" She said turning around, her face red with anger, "I saved you're life! You could be a little grateful!"

"Grateful? I was perfectly fine without you're 'help' woman!" He sneered at her and she clenched her fists.

"Oh really? So you drowning was all part of the plan?" She screamed, flipping him off.

"You're delusional if you actually think you saved me! Saiyan's heal faster than any other race; I would've been fine in a few more hours!" He didn't mention that his broken bones wouldn't fix themselves and if he didn't get someone to set them soon they would be permanently in the shape they were in.

"Well allow me to correct my mistake! Would you rather I just leave you here or throw you back into the water?" She asked feigning politeness.

Vegeta couldn't think of anything to say, for the first tiem in his life he had no come back ready. So he just sneered at her. She smiled back at him.

"Ooh, looks like I win. Okay, I won't be seeing you. Good luck!" She said cheerfully hopping into her mini-plane and snapping on her goggles. Suddenly she felt a hand on the back of her neck.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere."