Hellooo amigos :) .. I've been throwing around the idea for an A/U B/V fic for a while .. well actually lots of different ones but ill focus on them later. No I have not forgotten my other one, i will complete it .. I'm just not very motivated right now because I'm sick .. and stuff .. Anyway I've been reading these A/U ones all day and i thought it was interesting .. So on and on we go ! This chapter is basically explaining stuff because i had this idea today when i was in a place i couldn't write it down and i haven't really planned how I'm going to put it into words, but I'm in the mood to write now so decipher it how you will.

Disclaimer-I do not own dragon ball z, I wish i did, but i dont. I just borrow the characters for my own entertainment ;)

Namek~Frieza Saga~ Vegeta has been injured, and left for dead .. Bulma finds him.

She could see the rise and fall of his chest, indicating he was still alive. The breathing was erratic and labored, she could tell he wouldn't last long without assistance. Bulma had learned a few things from Gohan about the Saiyan in front of her. She had learned of his fathers betrayal to him, handing him to the lizard lord, the destruction of his planet and people, The unbearable torture he had been subjected to. Watching him, this person that had killed her friends who had killed her beloved, She should leave him, maybe even kill him for his sins, but she couldn't.

Her reasoning behind her decision was simple. She couldn't kill someone so defenseless, someone that never had a , he had spared her and Krillins lives, She could return the favor. She awkwardly stumbled over to the prince. His face was bruised and cut in many places and his skin charred on the sides. She sucked in a breath for this poor creature. She put a hand to the side of his face and slowly turned his face to the side. Although he was slowly dying, he still had the strength to reach up and grab her wrist, his eyes squinted half open and his eyes lost a little of their cloudiness. 'Wha-' He was cut off from the flow of blood that shot out of his mouth. Bulma lifted his chest up so he could spew all the blood out.

She laid him back down and reached into her pocket. She threw a capsule to the side and got out medical supplies. She tended to his wounds as best she could and then she threw another capsule, a capsulated house. He needed rest, that much she knew. Now Bulma was a genius, no doubt about that, She was also an exceptionally gorgeous female, that much nobody could deny. But when it came to physical strength she was somewhat lacking. That being said she did her best, she figured since he was not even conscious he wouldn't object to being dragged on the ground, so that's what she did.

Four days passed before Vegeta showed any signs of stirring. Bulma had been vigilant to his wounds, even after knowing Goku so long it was a shock to her how quickly Saiyans healed. She was sitting on the floor with her head leaning against the side of the bed while he was sleeping. She was doodling on the side of her plans for stronger GR's. She started the drift to sleep, her pencil dropping to the floor and landing almost soundlessly. Apparently not soundlessly enough.

Vegeta shot straight up and knocked her head sideways. It cracked off the metal desk next to the bed. 'WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK!' She shouted, Jumping up and feeling the back of her head. Sure enough there was a hot stickiness there. She disappeared into the bathroom momentarily and came out holding a wet cloth to the back of her head. She shot daggers at Vegeta who had been watching her with his dark, fathomless eyes. She sat back down in her position on the floor, but twisted her head to look over at him. He was silent for another few minutes, then he spoke.'You are the female that was with the bald man'. His voice was void of emotion, he didn't sound angry, sad .. anything. 'Krillin'. she said softly, thinking of her friend. 'What am I doing here' he said with a slight edge to his voice, as if he expected Bulma to attack him any second. She deliberated over her answer. 'Well I found you, and i was damn certain you wouldn't survive without help, so I helped'. She spoke as if this should be obvious to him.

'I could kill you right now without straining myself' he said in a conversationalists tone, as if he was discussing the weather. She gulped, 'I know that, I knew the risks, I'm just hoping you wont'. She tried to keep the shake of fear out of her voice. He looked over at her, staring her right in the eye. 'I didn't ask for your help woman' He lifted a hand and Bulma flinched, shutting her eyes and lifting her hands to defend herself. He didn't do anything, just placed his hand lightly on top of her head and said almost softly 'I didn't ask for it, but that makes your act even more charitable'. His eyes took a distant look as he said his next sentence. 'The Saiyans may be wiped out, I may be the only true Saiyan left, but i still remember our customs. I still have my honor'. He shook his head of a memory and looked at her again, his face sneering and his eyes burning into hers. When he spoke it was with a snarl. 'But my good mood might not last, I suggest you get out of here little one'. Bulma didn't need to be told twice. She gathered her capsules, thankful she had the hindsight to pack more than one house, and left there as fast as she could, finding a nice little cave for herself.

As she left she didn't notice the princes dark eyes on her, wondering why he hadn't killed the frail creature. She had saved his life that was true but he felt it was weak of him to have let her go. The only thing that had stopped him was the memory of his mother telling him of the battle she had fought, where an alien had saved her, and the gratitude she had felt. 'Gratitude isn't a weakness son, sometimes you just cant do it alone' She had said seriously. Vegeta didn't follow much of the Saiyans anymore, even less of his parents, but he was a boy that had always listened to his Mama.