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Bulma curses loudly to herself upon entering the kitchen, covered in dirt and grime. Bunny looks over her shoulder from the meal she is preparing at the stove. The angry woman slams a big piece of scrap metal onto the kitchen counter, to the dismay of her mother. The blonde woman, in her own happy delusion, cheerfully wipes the dirt off the counter from the metal, whilst humming a tune to herself. Bulma angrily seats herself at the kitchen table, mumbling obscenities to herself.

"Oh, my, sweetheart, you have quite a mess there." Bunny says sweetly.

"I know mom, no thanks to that jerk, Vegeta!" Bulma snaps.

"Oh? That nice young man?"

"Yes! That sweet young man is a royal pain in his ass!"

"Oh, dear, a lady doesn't use such words. Why don't I cut you a piece of pie? That always cheers you up."

Bulma instantly hops up and rushes over to lean against the counter towards her mother. Bunny was very oblivious to her daughter's bad moods. They never seemed to affect her or her husband as Bulma was always very high spirited. Now was no different.

"That bastard has me and dad working day and night trying to build upgrades for his stupid Gravity chamber, and the bastard has been nothing but ungrateful! Giving demands and just being a spoiled brat! He doesn't even show at least a little gratitude. I haven't slept in days!" Bulma screams, grabbing her blue hair in both greasy hands.

Bunny just looks at her daughter as if she hadn't heard a thing she said.

"Maybe you should take a slice of pie to that nice young man. He could probably use a snack." Bunny says sweetly to Bulma's astonishment.

Bulma screams at the top of her lungs in frustration, before exiting the kitchen. Bunny just begins humming and preparing her meal as if Bulma never entered the kitchen.

There was no way in hell I'm fixing that ungrateful monkey's precious gravity machine, Bulma thinks to herself all the way to her bedroom. She had been working nonstop without food or rest. Then he had the nerve to not even say "thank you"! She couldn't take it. It was stressful. Everything revolved around Vegeta and she wasn't use to it. Five stressful months. If it was this bad how the hell could she handle having to deal with this saiyain bastard for 3 years? Bulma found her way into her bedroom and ran right into the bathroom. If there was anything she couldn't stand, it was being dirty. A hot bubble bath would calm her nerves. For three days she devoted her time making sure her saiyain "guest" had the best accommodations. She made herself available to his every beck and call. Her parents just did everything he asked for with cheery dispositions. It wasn't surprising though. Her parents were caring people by nature, but to act as if Vegeta was a "nice" young man was insane. Bulma undressed herself and threw her soiled clothing in the hamper next to the bathroom door. She stepped into the hot water and settled in, taking in the sweet aroma of the vanilla bubble bath. Her muscles instantly relaxed. Maybe giving Yamacha a call wasn't a bad idea. She had to get away from Capsule Corporation and her rude house guest. Vegeta acted as if she were some kind of slave. There's prince mentality for you! She had to admit the only thing entertaining about him was the arguments. Their verbal spars were almost fun. Vegeta matched her on a level of intellect that the other Z fighters hadn't. Even Yamacha cowered away from her temper. Although, she did find it strange that Vegeta was always the one instigating the arguments. Fucking instigator. It didn't matter though. She knew it was inevitable running into him as he would probably be having a bitch fit about the cooling system repair delay. Well who gives a damn! Hell, it could have been done one day ago, but she took her time. Why? Just to make a point that she could. She smiled at the thought of the saiyain having a temper tantrum because he couldn't train because of her. Ha! She couldn't get that manicure she wanted so as far as she was concerned they were even.

Vegeta impatiently stands in Dr. Brief's laboratory, arms crossed tightly and a scowl on his face. He is wearing a white tank top, with gray sweat pants, and white running shoes. He quietly watches as the doctor concentrates on crossing a few wires in the new power supply box for his gravity chamber. He was growing very agitated as he had not trained in the last 3 days because of the Doctor's slowness and that blasted woman's stupidity to get the cooling system remodeled correctly. Evil, disobedient, loud mouthed, bitch! She was always running off at the mouth about how she was such a genius and the fool couldn't even fix his machine. How could he train to become a super saiyain if this was happening? Three whole fucking days of nothing! Kami, he wanted to blast someone right now. As if hearing his thoughts, Dr. Brief stands up from his desk and holds the silver cylinder power system in the air.

"Ah, all done! I trust you will see a major improvement in the chamber's ability to handle the amount of power you emit within its confines, m'boy." Dr. Brief exclaims proudly.

Vegeta studies the device appreciatively. Dr. Brief's never ceased to amaze him with his ability to produce what he wanted at a reasonable time. Now that damnable daughter of his took her sweet time to piss him of intentionally.

"It looks adequate enough. Will it be able to handle enough power to keep itself from overloading?" Vegeta asks.

"Yes, m'boy! I reprogrammed it to recognize your power as a familiar signature. So therefore, it will not destruct or blow up like before. I trust there should be no more delays in your training." Dr. Brief says kindly.

Vegeta was impressed. This would definitely make his training a lot easier without the unnecessary interruptions of it blowing up every time he powered up.

"I'll just go install this now, and once Bulma is done with the chamber's cooling system, you should be able to resume your training."

Dr. Brief begins to make his exit before Vegeta stops him as he is nearing the door.

"Wait a minute! Is the woman even almost finished the damned thing? Why didn't you just repair it yourself?" Vegeta asks angrily.

Dr. Brief grabs his gray beard and laughs gently at the question.

"Well, I would not have been able to complete this here, son. As the saying goes, two heads are better than one. Don't worry! Bulma is a very hard worker and she's probably making sure everything is in top perfection for your gravity chamber."

"That is unacceptable! I need to train now!" Vegeta says angrily.

"Patience is a virtue, m'boy. Bulma will get it done in a reasonable time for you."

The doctor leaves whistling to himself, leaving Vegeta alone in the lab. He hated this blasted planet! He hated this blasted house! And he hated most of all that blasted woman! It was one thing when they had their usual back and forth verbal assaults at one another, which he had to admit to himself he enjoyed. What the woman lacked in physical strength she made up for it with that fiery temper of hers. One could even say she was the only human on this pathetic planet that matched him when it came to wits. But today, that woman has really gotten under his skin. He already gave her three days to work on his machine. He wasn't waiting another day. He was a saiyain prince! He waited for no one! Vegeta angrily stomps out of the laboratory. He would find that lazy, worthless, blue haired wench and make her fix his gravity chamber. One way or another he would be training today.

Bulma had just gotten out of the tub. What a heavenly treat that was. She pulled her blue, silky hair into a ponytail. She was so happy to have gotten rid of that awful perm. It did not suit her at all. That'll teach her to listen to another fashion magazine. She was Bulma Briefs. She set her own fashion trend. Slipping on a Capsule Corporation tee shirt, and a pair of shorts, Bulma made her way to the living room and threw herself lazily across the couch. Grabbing the remote, she turned on television, deciding to catch up on her soaps.

Vegeta angrily marched back into the yellow dome that is Capsule Corporation. His dark hair was spiked up more than usual. He was pissed. He used his power to sense of the woman's pathetic KI signature. As soon as he sensed her, he growled to himself. The lazy bitch was in the living room, probably watching those awful programs on that idiot box when she should be working on his machine. Well, he'd rectify that. He stalked his way towards the living room area and was not surprised to see the woman sleeping soundly across the white couch. So she is sleeping, huh? Let's fix that, Vegeta thinks evilly to himself.

"WOMAN!" Vegeta Screams in Bulma's ear.

She falls to the floor, screaming loudly. When she looks up she is greeted with the smirking face of the saiyain.

"What the hell is your problem, you jerk!?" Bulma yells.

Vegeta just smirked. He could have laughed his ass off at her right now. The way she fell off that couch was priceless.

"Are you trying to make me go deaf?"

"Why aren't you working on my gravity chamber?" Vegeta asks.

"What? Are you serious? The world does not revolve around you Vegeta! I was trying to sleep."

"So what? Get off of your lazy ass and fix my machine now! Maybe I should let those Androids massacre all of you pathetic humans!" Vegeta threatens.

"Oh, Kami, you are such a jerk! One, I doubt three days will hinder your training that much. Two, Goku will do just fine defending us pathetic humans from those androids without your help." Bulma snaps.

His dark eyes bore into her blue ones. She knew she had crossed the line, bringing Goku's name into the mix, but he started it coming in here. Vegeta wanted to slap the shit out of her right now, but he'd probably end up killing her, then he'd have the third class clown to deal with and he was nowhere near super saiyain status to fight him equally. But this bitch was pushing him. He reached a muscled arm down and violently yanked the woman off of the floor to meet him face to face.

"Fix it now, Bulma." He says slowly and calmly.

Wait? Did he just say my name? Bulma thought. She didn't like his tone. It was too calm. Like, he was on the brink of doing something really, really, bad. The rational side of Bulma knew this, but the stubborn side of Bulma could give a rat's ass.

"Let go of me Vegeta! I'm not dealing with you right now."

"Yes you will! I've been very patient for the last few days and you are delaying me. If there is one thing you do not do, is fuck with my training. Now get to it!" Vegeta shouts in her face.

Bulma tries to feebly pull her arm out of Vegeta's iron grip. He squeezed tighter, earning him a small whimper. Bulma pushed the pain aside and continued trying to rip her arm free. Vegeta watched her with a newfound interest. This woman had no strength whatsoever, she knew who he was and what he was capable of and still she would not give up. Very Saiyain like. Vegeta squeezed tighter, out of curiousity. Bulma screamed and used her left arm to beat Vegeta in the chest. It felt like her right arm was broken. She knew her hits were doing nothing but she was so damn frustrated and angry, it didn't matter. Like punching solid steel! Vegeta was actually amazed at her audacity. Anyone else would have been blown to oblivion by now.

"This is just sad! Woman, cut out this feeble display and fix my machine." Vegeta says boredly.

"Fuck You, Vegeta! You are living in my house! I provide you with a gravity machine, a place to sleep, eat and rest, and all you do is give demands and complaints. For 3 fucking days my father and I have been catering to your precious machine so that YOU can train. My mother has been cooking for you nonstop, and do you at least say thank you or at least acknowledge our efforts to make your stay comfortable? No! Because you are an inconsiderate son of a bitch and I wish I had never invited you to stay here!" Bulma says viciously as tears began to fall from her eyes.

Vegeta a bit taken aback. He had never heard such ferocity come from the woman before or saw the tears coming down her face. He didn't know why he suddenly ached with the realization that he had caused her tears.