Hi guys! I figured I would re-post this story for all the people who are reading my fic, 'Yet Another Sayjiin Love Story' (which, by the way, is NOT a continuation or sequel to this fic. I just couldn't think up a better name *blushes*). I got really good reviews on this the first time I posted it, so I hope I'll get good ones this time too. Enjoy!

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Bulma sat back in her lounger, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face. The day was perfect, blue skies with not a cloud in sight, warm, bright sun, and a faint, cool breeze. Not to mention her incredible luck at having scheduled the day off!

Sipping her lemonade and basking in the sun's warmth, Bulma lay back and closed her eyes. Breathing deeply, she smelt the sent of springs freshness, the damp earth, the light perfume of the flowers, and cool breeze that still carried the faint cold smell of winter. Smiling at her luck, Bulma sighed and forgot all of her cares.

Two minutes later, and explosion was heard, followed by foul smelling smoke. Bulma cringed; thinking her day was not going to be as wonderful as she thought. She decided not to get up; maybe her father could take care of it. She sipped her lemonade again and closed her eyes.

After a few minutes, a shadow spread its coolness over her. Bulma didn't open an eye. A minute later a cynical voice spoke.

"The gravity machine is broken, get over there and fix it."

No need to see who it was. That voice could belong to only one person.

At first Bulma didn't react, then she slowly sat up, reached for her sun-tan-lotion and luxuriously rubbed it over her arms and legs. Then after sipping her lemonade she reached up and slowly pulled her sunglasses from over her eyes and looked upon who had spoken to her.

"I'm sorry Vegeta, but I just can't fix the gravity machine today."

Vegeta slowly cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Why not?"

Bulma placed the sunglasses back over her eyes.

"I have the day off today, but go ask my father, I'm sure he'd be happy to help."

"Your father isn't in. He's off at some convention or another."

Bulma sighed.

"Hmmmmm, that's to bad." Bulma said smiling slightly.

She didn't have to lift her sunglasses to know that he was glaring at her.

"I HAVE to train."

Bulma smiled smugly.

"DO you?"

She felt him glare daggers at her.

"Yes."

Bulma reached for her nail file.

"Well, if you must you must." She started to file her nails.

"Woman, I don't have time for this nonsense! If you want to live, I suggest you do as I say and fix the gravity machine!"

Bulma didn't answer rite away, she continued to slowly file her nails, as if digesting his words.

"I don't understand why YOU just don't the day off to. It wouldn't kill you. Besides, I don't feel like getting up, It's such a lovely day."

She heard a low almost inconspicuous growl. Sighing, she stretched and slowly stood up.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming." She said as she removed her sunglasses once more. Going inside to grab her tool kit, she wandered towards the gravity machine.

Vegeta glared at the retreating figure. No one had ever been as disrespectful to him as this human girl. If he were still on Vegetasei he would blast her into the next dimension. Unfortunately, on this planet people would be upset if he did that kind of thing. Growling to himself, he wondered why he ever accepted her invitation to come train here. He guessed the gravity machine had seemed all too inviting. Training was only thing he did here, besides eating and sleeping and eating. And when he wasn't training, eating, or sleeping, he was always arguing with Bulma. He liked to instigate arguments with her though. He enjoyed arguing and making her mad. It always seemed to let a little steam out. He watched her as she fixed the gravity machine. She was so good with machines. She was also very pretty, but he didn't like to think about that. Goku had married a human girl but Vegeta was smarter than that.

He sighed and watched her finish. Then as she passed him on her way back to her lounger, he stepped in front of her.

Bulma stopped. She looked up at him expectantly. Vegeta just stared at her. After a minute of letting him look at her. She finally became annoyed.

"Look Vegeta, you're welcome, but could you move? I would really, really, really like to get back under the sun. I don't have a lot of days off and want a chance to enjoy this one, so move!"

Vegeta nodded deftly and stepped aside.

But then he snapped around and grabbed her. Bulma stiffened against his arms. He was built like steel, he could crush her in an instant, she knew. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.

"Don't ever make sport of me again! Do you understand?"

Bulma slowly nodded, she was trembling uncontrollably. Vegeta smiled slightly, since he held her from behind, he knew she couldn't see him. He held her for a minute more, savoring the feeling of her in his arms. Then he slowly let her go. Bulma exhaled silently, but didn't move from where she stood until she heard Vegeta turn and leave. Grumbling, she returned to her lounger.

Lying back once again, she placed the shades over her eyes and basked in the sun.

Two minutes later an explosion was heard, followed by foul smelling smoke.

Bulma shot up in her lounger and looked over towards the gravity room, quickly covering her eyes and groaning at the sight. As predicted, a few minutes later a shadow covered her. As usual, Bulma didn't look up.

"Let me guess, the gravity machine again." She said, as if to herself, while reaching for her magazine.

"Yes." She wasn't surprised; she knew he would be standing there.

"Mmm hhhmm. I suppose someone will be wanting it fixed." She sipped her lemonade again.

"Yes." Bulma acted as though she hadn't heard and flipped through her magazine. After five minutes, she heard him speak again.

"Now would be nice."

Bulma folded her magazine and started to fan herself.

"Um, no." She nonconcernedly.

She felt him glare at her again. She sighed, and removed her sunglasses once more.

"Listen Vegeta. There is this thing called 'common courtesy' and I think you should start exercising it."

Seeing she was getting no reaction from him she tried again.

"I have the day off Vegeta. I fixed the gravity machine once already, on my day off I refuse to do it again."

Vegeta crossed his arms and glared at her. Bulma mimicked him, engaged in a staring contest they where unaware of the dark figure across the street.