"Finally everything is starting to go back to normal" Bulma sighed in relief; she was thankful to be back on Earth safe and sound. She realized she took a lot of things for granted once she got back, such as a nice warm bed, her mom's delicious home made coffee, and even her dad. She also never realized how much her dad's company, Capsule Corp depended on her.

"I really need to stop with these crazy adventures! It's starting to take its toll!" Bulma rolled on her back and gazed at her ceiling. The disaster on Namek did more than traumatize her - it changed her completely. She saw things no one should see, and she wanted so much to forget it all.

"Goodness! It's already 1am! I've been talking to myself for 3 hours…I really must be going crazy! Ugh, a woman like me needs her beauty sleep!" She rolled onto her side. She cozied up beneath the warm soft blanket and, surprisingly, immediately fell asleep.

Bulma awoke to a scowling angry voice; she didn't have to guess who it was, it had become a usual routine ever since she got back home.

"Woman! Wake up! I need you to fix that damn machine again!" Vegeta barged into her room with no hesitation.

"What the hell Vegeta?! Have you ever heard of knocking?!" Bulma yelled as she gazed up at a blurry Vegeta. "So much for peace and normalcy. What a joke!" she thought as she got up and stretched.

Vegeta suddenly turned a light pink, noticing her sleep wear didn't leave much to the imagination, but he quickly snapped back into reality. "Well excuse me woman but some of us don't sleep all damn day! Now hurry up and fix my machine!"

"Vegeta it's 10:30 in the morning! And I'll fix it okay?! Whatever it takes to get you to shut up!" Bulma put a robe on and walked right past Vegeta. She turned around to see that Vegeta was still standing at her bedroom entrance. "Well?! What are you waiting for?! Don't just stand there! Don't you want me to fix that toy of yours?!"

"Don't you women ever shut up?" Vegeta said as he clenched his fist in anger. Bulma ignored the comment and continued to walk, and Vegeta followed. They entered the kitchen where Mrs. Briefs was, and she quickly greeted them.

"Oh hey you two! Would you like some coffee and donuts?" Bulma and Vegeta did nothing but scowl and continued walking.

Bulma and Vegeta entered the gravity room, Bulma quickly examined the control panel to find the source of the problem. "Damn it Vegeta! You've been living here for 2 weeks and you've managed to yet again break this for the 6th time now! Ugh, this is getting old quickly."

"Woman! Stop your yapping, I don't have time for your bickering today!"

"Vegeta I've told you this a million times, this gravity machine can't go any higher than 400x normal Earth gravity, when are you and your big spiky head going to understand that?!" Bulma said in frustration. She does so much for Vegeta and all he does in return is ignore her and break things. She put her hands on her head, hoping that it'd somehow relieve the stress she was currently enduring.

"Can't you fix it to where it can go to 500?!" Vegeta nagged obnoxiously, like always. He pushed her out of the way to look at the control panel.

"It's a possibility, but it'd take some time" Bulma said miserably.

"So do it servant woman, and make sure it's done by tonight. I must continue to train to beat that damn Kakarott once and for all."

Bulma looked up at him hopelessly. "…What? Vegeta are you serious? Can't you be thankful for what I already do?! God, you only think of yourself!" Bulma exclaimed. She couldn't believe that this asshole could make her feel like nothing but a tool.

"Look, I'll make it worthwhile. You do this for me; I'll do something for you." Vegeta smirked and put his hands on his hips, awaiting Bulma's response.

"I don't want anything from you besides you leaving me the hell alone! And I don't think that's possible!" Vegeta's smirk grew bigger and Bulma knew he was up to something.

"Look, if you do this for me I won't be complaining."

Bulma had no response or even a reaction. She just stood there staring at Vegeta. "Ugh, you Earth women are total air heads!"

"Vegeta, you are just impossible! And you're really starting to weird me out!" Bulma started heading to the door, but Vegeta put a hand on her shoulder. He whispered in her ear, his voice still raspy, yet soft now.

"I know you're lonely, Bulma."

Bulma turned bright red and her eyes grew wide. Vegeta turned her to face him again. They were closer than they were before, not even an inch apart from each other. Their faces got closer, and Bulma closed her eyes, leaning in for a kiss. Vegeta then suddenly turned away almost pushing her down.

"Now are you going to fix this or what?!" Vegeta said heartlessly, he was cold as stone again.

"I'll work on it." Bulma said, now even more stressed.

"Good, get it done by dinner time."

Bulma looked down, she was frightened by Vegeta, even though he had never layed a hand on her, and somehow knew he never would. She was more frightened of not pleasing him and making him happy. She didn't understand this, so she always avoided it until times like these. Another sigh was let out and finally she drew up the courage to speak again. "It will be done. As for now you should go eat! It looks like you haven't eaten in days!" Bulma said, regaining her usual attitude.

Vegeta scowled and walked out of the gravity room.

"Ha! I love when he doesn't have a counterattack!" Bulma laughed, glad to have her confidence back. She went to work. She worked all the way to dinner time. She couldn't believe she not only fixed the machine, but made it 100x stronger. She patted herself on the back and gave a devilish smirk. If there's one definite thing that her and Vegeta share, it's their pride. Bulma let out a proud laugh and rushed to the kitchen to tell Vegeta of her great accomplishment.

Vegeta was sitting at a small isolated table eating egg rolls, chicken, and fried rice. Bulma pranced right by him and gave a small victory dance.

"I'm guessing you fixed it?" Vegeta said as he gave her a strange look.

"Why yes I did! And made it stronger!" Bulma posed proudly and gave off a huge smile.

"You know, a woman like you is very useful. I have to admit you're good to have around." Vegeta said. He smiled a true genuine smile.

This was a first for Bulma to see. This surprised, and confused her as well. "Is he flirting with me?!" She thought to herself. She shook her head, ridding the confusion. She wasn't going to give into whatever game he was playing.

"Hmph, too bad I can't say the same for you! All you do is eat and break things!" Bulma grinned and stuck her nose in the air, awaiting Vegeta's response. She sensed Vegeta's irritation and after a long pause finally gave in. "Well…at least you're nice to look at." She gave him a soft smile and walked away.

Vegeta, now trapped in his own game was shocked and confused. "Nice to look at?" he thought to himself, "Will I ever understand that woman? ….No matter I have training to do." Vegeta finished the last bite of his egg roll and got up and went outside to the gravity machine. He entered and turned the gravity to 500. He faintly smiled. He really was thankful for that woman. Even though she can be too confusing and at times never seems to shut up.

Vegeta trained hard, he completely underestimated how difficult 500x normal Earth gravity would be. He struggled all through the night. As he trained vigorously for hours on end he couldn't stop thinking of Bulma, it was starting to drive him mad. He tried and tried to block her out, but he couldn't. No matter how hard he punched, how many blasts he threw, he couldn't get her out of his mind. "Why…how? How does that woman have such a hold on me? She's just an annoying Earthling woman…So confusing, such an enigma…How has she crept into my mind and soul? Ugh…."

Vegeta trained harder and harder, trying to erase her from his mind with every blast, kick, and punch. He was a warrior - a "cold as ice" Saiyan Prince. He knew nothing of love, only fighting. This is how it had always been, and how it always would be.

Vegeta couldn't take the harsh training any longer; he cried out. "I must train harder! I must be stronger than Kakarott…I am the Prince of all Saiyans! I must beat him to prove myself worthy of that title!" That's all Vegeta wanted…and at that he fainted.

Bulma rolled around in bed, she couldn't stop thinking about Vegeta. She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. But she wasn't complaining too much. She loved thinking about Vegeta late at night. She smiled and giggled to herself, only to suddenly feel a large amount of guilt. "But Yamcha…" She said aloud in discontent. Her current marital status was more than complicated. She had been on and off with him for 12 years now, and she couldn't help but think when the relationship would finally come to an end.

"Why do I keep going back to him?" Bulma thought, becoming more frustrated than guilty now. He was the one that cheated, countless times. It didn't even come as a surprise to her anymore. "Who can blame me for checking out Vegeta when I have such a scum bag of a boyfriend…or whatever the hell he is." Bulma punched her pillow. "He doesn't even love me anymore…."

She held back her tears, but couldn't stop her mind from flowing with thoughts. "He's been in my life for 12 years. I just can't seem to throw that away…even though I'm lonely, I keep holding onto what I want to believe. I want so much to believe he loves me, and wants to marry me." Tears crept down Bulma's cheek. "If Yamcha doesn't even love me how can Vegeta, Prince of Saiyans, proudest of the proud want me?" More and more tears ran down her cheek.

"Oh Vegeta…Only you can save me now." Bulma sighed and wiped the tears from her eyes. She began to realize how much she liked Vegeta. She liked how he looked after a shower, all clean and fresh. She even liked him after a hard day of training, drenched in sweat and waiting to be tended to. She liked the games they played, and loved how much he challenged her. She was shocked at this thought.

"…Love?! Do I love him?!" Bulma sat up and shook her head. "This is bizarre, I can't love Vegeta! He's the enemy…sort of." Bulma looked at the clock; it was 2 in the morning. Bulma wanted very badly to see Vegeta. "I bet it gets lonely in the gravity machine…I should bring him a treat!" She clasped her hands together and smiled.

Bulma got up and quietly went to the kitchen to make some tea and spring rolls. She looked outside to see that Vegeta was still training in the gravity machine. "Does he ever quit?" she thought aloud as she poured tea into a cup. She went outside and knocked on the door of the gravity room. Vegeta opened with a look of confusion and aggravation.

"Hey! I thought you might want some food?" Bulma said in a perky voice. Vegeta looked at the delicious spring rolls and quickly devoured them.

"Why thank you servant woman!" he smirked and grabbed the tea from her and drank it all in one gulp. "Next time you try to feed a Saiyan bring more food!"

Bulma ignored the comment.

"Say…Isn't it a little late? Aren't you tired?" she said, pretending to sound like Chi Chi.

"I'd say the same for you woman." Vegeta said in defense.

"Oh, I couldn't sleep so I figured to bother the only person who'd be awake!" Bulma said chipperly,

"Well, I was about to head for bed, so if you'd excuse me…" Vegeta said as he exited the gravity room.

"Oh? I thought you spent 24/7 in this thing." Bulma said as she followed him back into the house.

"If I don't rest then I'll only become weaker. Don't you know anything woman?"

"Oh well, excuse me, you seem to be the type that would have "Sleep is for the weak" as their motto."

"Hmph, I'm not stupid."

"Could have fooled me!"

Vegeta turned around and shot and angry look at her. "What are you doing? I don't need an escort to bed you know."

Bulma simply just smiled at him sweetly. "Oh Vegeta, I love these games we play." She said flirtatiously and flipped her hair.

"What?!" Vegeta's jaw dropped.

"You know what I'm talking about." Bulma winked at Vegeta.

She wanted him to drop his tough guy exterior and just be the soft guy she knew was in there deep down.

Vegeta quickly gathered his composure. "Silly woman…I'm not here to play little mind games with you."

Bulma responded by giving him a wink and a flirty smile.

Vegeta was instantly drawn in, and without thinking he put his arms around Bulma. He was afraid, very afraid. The last thing he wanted was to become a softie, but he couldn't help it, it felt so right. He stared into her sapphire eyes. "Do I love this woman?" he thought to himself.

His mind and heart seemed to be conflicting. His mind told him he was a ruthless Saiyan Prince, and his heart told him he loved her and loved the way she made him feel. She made him feel like he wasn't a cold, heartless, loner, constantly on the vengeance. His mind began to agree with his heart and he took her into his arms completely. He couldn't deny her, she appealed to all of his senses; he breathed her in, taking in all of the beauty.

Bulma blushed as she rested her head on his chest. It was so soft yet firm. She looked up at him and they're lips drew closer, and they kissed.

Vegeta was shocked; he felt like a new person, a fire was taking over the ice in his heart, and he loved it. Vegeta continued kissing her, and they fell onto his bed.

"I've been waiting for my prince to come all my life, and I'm so glad it's you."

Vegeta kissed her on the forehead, and at that moment a home was planted in both of their hearts for love. They drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep, their arms wrapped around each other tightly.