Important note: The chapter before last of this story does not fully belong to me (named: Lunar Pull). It mostly belongs to the author Alrye (See my favorite authors) from the one-shot Lunar Pull (See my favorite stories), though that chapter has a lot of changes made by me. I totally recommend you read this author's works. All the chapters before that one is inspired by that one-shot fic, but is all mine. ^ ^

Also, note that Saiyans in this fic have their tails and the Oozaru transformation does not exist. Tails are cool! ^ ^

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Wind blew through short black hair as the demi Saiyan flew. She landed gracefully on top of the grass outside of the building where her opponent currently resided. Her task was not an easy one, but she was not going to fail.

Gohan moved with determined grace towards her goal. She had not been this nervous since she faced off against Cell, but she was not about to back out. This coming fight wasn't for her, and that gave her the strength to push onward.

She opened the large metal door and entered. Once inside though, her courage seemed to falter. She stopped in her tracks, frozen. Held captive by those intimidating coal black eyes of the man in front of her.

Vegeta regarded the young woman in front of him. He had been ready to explode at being disturbed during his training in the Gravity room. He had expected a certain blue haired woman to have been the one who barged in spouting nonsense and nagging at him. What he hadn't expected, was Gohan standing right in front of him.

He lifted slowly and gracefully from his push-up position and straightened, eyes never leaving hers.

He slowly folded his arms, still staring into those 'dear in the headlight stare' eyes. Still holding a look of annoyance he chuckled to himself. She had the look as if it was him who had barged unexpectedly during her training rather than the other way around.

"What do you want brat? Can't you see I'm busy?"

She blinked. Brought out of her frozen state by his harsh questions. She inhaled deeply and puffed her chest. Her courage returning to her as she remembered why she was there.

"I-I…." Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, beads of sweat on her brow. 'I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.' She thought to herself. Gathering up courage to ask the request from the Saiyan Prince.

She had a crush on Vegeta since she was a child. She would of course never, EVER admit it. She avoided Vegeta as much as she could. She of course feared his rejection. The Prince of all Saiyans displayed next to no emotional attachment to others, though she knew he cared for Trunks, Bulma, and yes, even her father.

She was ecstatic when she had heard that Bulma and Vegeta were never really an item. They had intimacy in the past, but nothing really romantic. Not that Vegeta seemed the type to be romantic...

Bulma was now dating Yamcha. She still allowed Vegeta to live in the large multi story house, though he spent most of his time in the GR training.

"Well? I haven't got all day."

She blushed and looked at the floor. Furrowing her brows she felt the courage come to her in full force. The courage that drove her, pushed her beyond her limits. The one that gave her the strength to win for the sake of others time and time again.

She looked up staring with determination at those intimidating eyes of her current opponent.

"I want to make a deal with you."

Vegeta's eyebrow rose ever so slightly. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but that was not it.

He slowly raked his gaze up and down the young woman that stood before of him.

"And whatever could you have that would interest me." He knew exactly what she could offer him. He wanted her. Wanted her for a long time now, but she was young. She still hadn't hit full Saiyan maturity. Now though, she was.

She blushed slightly at the gaze he gave her. Was he checking her out? No, it can't be. 'Stop fantasizing, Gohan, and get on with it. He is not interested in you. Why would he? He is a powerfully strong, graceful, Prince. And you… you are just an average looking nerd and third class Saiyan who can't even hold a conversation with him.'

Pushing her thoughts aside she straightened. "I can teach you my family's ultimate fighting move. Kamehameha."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at this. He unfolded his arms, still keeping his stare on her.

"I'm listening."

'Good. I've got his attention.' "Trunks' birthday is tomorrow. We are going on a birthday beach trip to celebrate. All I ask is that you come with us and spend the day with him, without training. And nobody can know about our agreement, especially Trunks."

Vegeta never participated in what he called 'stupid human traditions'. He had never even wished Trunks happy birthday. Every year she had to see the hope that shined in the small child's eyes hoping that his father would attend his birthday party only to have it snuffed by his absence. This year would be different. This year Vegeta would attend Trunks' party even if she would have to bribe him with something she knew he wanted; more power.

He regarded her without uttering a word for what seemed like a long time. "Hmp." He walked past her toward the door, stopping at the entrance. "Fine. I will spend tomorrow with the brat. But besides teaching me that move, you must also spar with me once a week for a year."

"Done." She said with confidence.

He smirked and left the GR. She stood there for a few moments. Was this actually happening?! Did she convince Vegeta to spend time with Trunks on his birthday?! To spend time on things other than training!

"YES!" She jumped up in excitement and happiness. 'Tunks is going to be so surprised to see his father on his birthday!'

She left the gravity room in high spirits. A hop to her step as she went to where Bulma and Yamcha was to help them prepare for Trunks' birthday trip tomorrow. 'Won't everyone be surprised to see Vegeta tomorrow!'