It was a quiet evening in West City. The bright moon hung steadily in the sky, its neon light casting a glow upon the streets. A slight breeze blew through, ruffling the leaves where they rested on their branches. Capsule Corporation stood like a sleeping giant in the center of the town. The lights of the building were dimmed showing signs of obvious slumber. Near the back, a single window was lit where a restless blue-haired beauty sat.
Bulma sighed heavily. She cupped a mug of hot tea between her hands, warming them from the chill of the night. It was well past midnight and her mind could not find solace from her thoughts. Her resident stress inducer had exploded the gravity room, nearly killing himself in the progress. Vegeta was prideful, stubborn, and above all else he was irritating beyond belief. Despite his flaws Bulma could not help but feel for the man lying in the bed beside her.
Vegeta had pushed himself, and the simulator, to the max. He was crazy to think he could just jump from 300 times the earth's gravity to 400. Bulma grumbled to herself thinking of the recent memory. After the explosion she sat there and held him in the rubble and he had told her, "I'm a Sayian. I can take a little pain. It means nothing to me." She let out another sigh. He was stubborn enough to match even her notorious strong-willed manner.
She glanced over at her patient who was slumbering on a bed near the window. He had been tossing and turning the entirety of his unconsciousness, talking often in his sleep. He would call for Goku, express his desire to be the strongest, and mumble other things Bulma couldn't quite understand. She knew Vegeta had a deep past she had no hope for understanding, but she somehow wished she could take some of the hurt away.
Bulma set her mug on the desk and glanced out the window. It was a beautiful night. And soon that beautiful night would turn to day. Tomorrow would bring a slew of challenges she had no doubt. She smiled to herself. Vegeta was difficult but she was certain she could handle him. Trying to explain the extent of his injuries and how they would limit his training was going to be the task of the century, but if anyone could match Vegeta's steel will, it was Bulma.
Bulma let out a yawn. She laid her head on her folded arm resting on the desk and she allowed her mind to wander. With a final smile she let sleep claim her.
