I do not own DB, DBZ, or DBGT nor do I own the characters or the settings.


Hello, it's me and I'm back with chapter 2! First of all thanks to everyone who either read, reviewed, followed, favorited, or did all of those things. It means a lot to me that my work isn't going to waste. I've decided that Wednesday will be the update day for this fic and if for some reason Wednesday goes by without an update then look for it on Thursday. Okay, on to the fic...no lemon yet, but wait for it. You can't rush these things you know.


The next morning, Bulma wakes up to a rainy, stormy day. She lets out a disgusted sigh, "I guess my tan will just have to wait."

She gets out of bed and goes to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee before sitting down on the couch and sleepily drinking it. Vegeta, on the other hand, didn't mind the stormy weather considering he was training in the gravity chamber anyway. Bulma finishes her coffee and when she get up to put her cup in the sink she peers out the window in the direction of the gravity chamber expecting something to explode any minute, but nothing ever does. She finally decides she'll go out to the gravity chamber and see just what type of training Vegeta works so hard on all day long. Once she makes it to the gravity chamber she knocks on the door and waits a few seconds for Vegeta to open the metal doorway looking all bloody and sweaty.

His expectant look fades when he sees who it is, "Oh, it's just you. What do you want woman?"

"I was just wondering if I could train with you…out of the gravity chamber that is." She tries to glance passed him to see what had gotten him so bloody, but his body is in the way of the gravity chamber opening. A shocked expression takes over his features just before he begins laughing at her request, "And what is so funny?"

"You training with me?" He laughs even harder once he says it out loud, "It's absurd."

She frowns at his incessant laughing, "Are you saying that I can't fight?"

"You wouldn't last two seconds training with me." He laughs again at the absolutely brainless idea of hers, but decides enough is enough and reigns in his laughter as he wipes the tears from his eyes.

"Oh, really?" She crosses her arms over her chest in frustration.

He nods and almost laughs again at the determined expression on her face, "Yes, really."

"We'll see how long you last without any food." A pleased smile appears on her face at his horrified expression, but she didn't care. He deserved it with all that laughing he'd done at her expense.

"You wouldn't dare."

Her smile widens, "Wouldn't I?"

Vegeta knew he was going to hate himself for this later, but he knew Bulma would never take no for an answer and he needed his food, "Fine, you can train with me, but I'm not going to be slowed down because of you."

She smiles excitedly at his acceptance of her training with him, "Okay, let me change into my exercise clothes. I can't train in my pajamas after all. I'll be right back."

She runs off in the other direction and disappears into the house leaving him standing in front of the gravity chamber with a puzzled look on his face, "Exercise clothes?"

When Bulma returns she's wearing a hot pink sports bra and black spandex shorts that cling to her bottom half like a second skin, "I'm ready."

"I can see that." He stares at her chest noticing the cleavage the very snug sports bra creates and his eyes travel down her body getting a good look at her belly button as well as a wonderful view of her thighs in the tight shorts. He's pulled from his staring when she clears her clear her throat.

"Are we going to train or are you going to stare at my boobs all day?" She smiles at the pink blush that creeps onto his cheeks.

He forces his eyes back up to look at her smirking face, "I wasn't staring at anything."

"Okay, whatever." She shrugs not really wanting to get into another argument about whether or not someone was staring at someone else again, "Can we just train?"

He lets out an irritated sigh and leads the way to his non gravity chamber training area, "Come on and let's get this over with."

"Okay, what's the first thing you're going to teach me?" She almost runs into his back when he suddenly stops and turns to look at her.

"Teach you?" He has a pained expression on his face looking like someone just punched him in the stomach and walked away, "Who said anything about teaching?"

She looks at him like he's the biggest dummy in the world, "Well, you can't very well beat me to a bloody pulp and not teach me how to at least defend myself."

Vegeta growls knowing this is going to be a long day. He wished he had never agreed to train her in the first place. He begins the training trying to teach Bulma a few simple moves and within a few minutes, she attempts to perform some of the new moves.

"Like this?" She throws out her leg in a sloppy kick making Vegeta wince at the lack of control in her limbs.

He walks to stand beside her with an angry expression on his face, "No, stupid woman! Like this." He grabs her leg making them both blush at the contact, but Vegeta lifts her foot off the ground and helps her perform the kick trying to ignore the way his body tries to betray him, "Like that…now, you try it by yourself."

Bulma nods hoping he didn't see her blush and tries again, "Like this?"

"Not bad." He didn't want to admit that it was actually way better than he ever thought she could pull off.

She smiles brightly at her new accomplishment, "So I did it?"

"I said not bad." He looks away from her with a growl not wanting to praise her because he knew it would only make her gloat and annoy the hell out of him.

"But, I did it, right?" She walks to the side he's turned to making him look at her, "Right?" She smiles proudly at his aggravated expression.

"…Yes." Why did he give in to her? He had to stop thinking about foolish things like how beautiful she was and why didn't she put some damn clothes on?!

She jumps up and down making her breast bounce erotically, "Yay! I did it! I did it!"

Vegeta finally manages to get her to stop jumping and jiggling before he had to go relieve himself and teaches her a few more simple moves before calling it a day. The two of them lay on the floor trying to catch their breath (at least Bulma was), "I can't believe we missed lunch. I'm starving."

He lets out a groan, "I can't believe I missed a whole day of training."

She looks at him and giggles at the look of despair on his face, "Oh, it didn't kill you." She suddenly jumps up, "Let's go eat." He nods and the two of them walk into the house. She walks to the kitchen to begin the meal and he sits down at the dining table as he waits.

The meal isn't a noisy one and the two of them eat without incident. When the meal is finished, Vegeta stands up and starts walking toward his room. Bulma looks up from her plate wondering why he wasn't headed back to the gravity chamber, "Where are you going?"

"To bed."

A shocked expression appears on her face and she looks at the clock noticing it's only 6 o'clock, "But, it's not even late."

He turns to face her exhaustedly, "And your point is?"

"…Nothing." She shakes her head as she answers.

Vegeta continues down the hall toward his room and Bulma hears him let out a loud burp. She twists her face into a look of disgust as she gathers up the dishes and puts them in the sink. She then sits down on the couch and silently thinks to herself, 'Vegeta is acting so strange. I wonder what his problem is? Oh, well maybe he's just tired.'

After several minutes of thinking, she decides to go check on Vegeta just to make sure he really is okay. She walks to his room and knocks on the door, 'I hope he's not already asleep.'

She hears the bed squeak and then she hears his footsteps as comes to the door. He opens the door with an annoyed expression on his face, "What part of going to bed don't you understand?"

"I just thought that since you spent all your training time with me that I'd help relax your muscles." She gives him what she thought was a convincing smile.

He lets out a fed-up sigh at her insistence, "What makes you think I need help relaxing my muscles?"

"Well, I saw you limping on the way to bed."

"And…" He puts a hand on his hip just wishing this conversation would end so that he could go to bed and get up early to make up for the wasted training of today.

"And, I could rub some muscle cream on it for you if you want me to." She just didn't understand why he was being so difficult when she was just trying to be nice.

He lets out another tired sigh, but tries to keep himself from yelling at her, "I'm quite capable of rubbing muscle cream on myself."

"Okay, but I have a very mean massage." She pumps her fist in the air to emphasize her point, but his expression tells her he's still not interested.

He clenches his hands into fists as he takes in a deep breath before speaking, "I don't care how 'mean' your massage is! I don't need your help!" He then slams the door in her face making her hair blow in the breeze of the slammed door.

She stands there in shock for a few moments, but finally regains her composure, "Be that way, Vegeta! I won't ever try to help you again!"

"Good!" She can tell he's on his bed again by the distant sound of his voice muffled by the wooden door.

She frowns and goes to her own room to sit on the bed, "I can't believe that's the thanks I get for trying to be nice. Why does Vegeta have to be such a hard ass? YOU'RE A HARD ASS, VEGETA!" The Saiyan rolls his eyes as he hears her yelling, but she doesn't stop there, "I just tried to be nice, but selfish little prince Vegeta is an asshole. YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, VEGETA!"

The constant yelled insults are all he can take as he gets out of bed and stomps down the hall and barges into Bulma's room, "What is your problem, woman? I'm trying to sleep and you're ranting and raving about nonsense all because I didn't want a massage."

She matches his angry expression as she stands up from the bed, "It's not the fact that you didn't want the massage. It's the fact that you were such an asshole about it. It's the fact that you were so rude and that you didn't consider my feelings at all." He sees the glint if a tear in her eyes, but she continues her lecture leaving him no time to comment on it, "Didn't your mother teach you anything?"

Anger flashes in his eyes at the mention of his mother and his temper flares up again, "You stop right there! You have no right to bring her into this!"

"I see she did teach you to respect her at least."

Vegeta turns away from her and crosses his arms over his chest, "You know nothing about me or my mother."

"Maybe not, but you could try to be a tad bit nicer." She puts her hands on her hips and glares at his back angrily.

"You're not the friendliest person around you know!" He turns to face her again with an equally angry glare, "And, I would appreciate it if you would get off my ass about it!"

"I guess I was right about you. You're just a spoiled little brat!"

"And, that's the way I like it!" He stomps toward the door and slams it hard on the way out once again ruffling her hair in the gust of air from the door. The Saiyan doesn't go to his room as expected, but instead goes to the gravity chamber and starts up his training again.

The next morning, Bulma is in the dining room eating breakfast when Vegeta walks into the room. She looks up at him trying to forget last night's incident, "Do you want anything to eat?"

"No." He grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator and heads toward the door.

"Vegeta, about yesterday…"

He turns and cuts her words short, "That's not important. That's in the past."

"So you're not mad?" She looks at him with a hopeful expression on her face.

"I didn't say that."

She swallows down her anger at his venomous response, but she is determined to be the bigger person, "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry…about what I said about your mom."

"You should be." After saying that, he walks out of the house and back to the gravity chamber leaving Bulma sitting at the table with her mouth hanging open.

That night, Bulma is lying in her bed trying to go to sleep when Vegeta walks silently into her room. She sits up and gives him a confused look, "What are you doing in here, Vegeta?" He doesn't say anything and just continues to walk farther into the room, "Can I help you, Vegeta? Don't you know how to knock before you enter a room? I could have been naked."

He finally stops in front of the bed and takes in a nervous breath before speaking, "I came to say that I'm sorry about yesterday."

"WHAT?!" Her eyes widen in shock at his apology, "Are you feeling okay? Why are you being so nice to me? What in the world is the reason for all of this?" The raven haired Saiyan has an embarrassed look on his face, but still doesn't answer her questions, "Well…"

"It's because I love you, Bulma." She gasps as Vegeta leans in and kisses her right on the lips. That is until she suddenly wakes up and sits straight up in her bed.

"Oh, my Kami! Thank the protector that was only a dream. Vegeta would never say that…he would never call me Bulma." She listens for any sounds of Vegeta, but she doesn't hear anything. She doesn't even hear the gravity chamber and she assumes he's gone to bed. She lies back down in her bed and breathes a sigh of relief, 'Me and Vegeta kissing, ha! That's just ridiculous!'

The next afternoon, Bulma is outside in her bikini lying by the pool when her mother walks out and starts trimming the poolside flowers. She hums softly as she trims the flowers and seemingly ignores Bulma for the first few minutes. Finally, her mother turns her gaze to her daughter, "Bulma, honey?"

"What, mom?"

A disapproving look appears on her features, "Do you really think you should be out here half-naked?"

"It's the backyard, mom. Who's going to see me?" She adjusts her sunglasses and rolls onto her stomach.

"Oh, I don't know, but Vegeta is just in the gravity chamber." She goes back to trimming the flowers and misses Bulma's repulsed look.

"He doesn't even notice me. He trains all day and doesn't even glance to the outside world."

"Okay, honey." She continues trimming and humming and Bulma thinks her mother must be done chatting, but the blonde woman speaks up again, "Anyway, I came out here to tell you that your father has decided to have his summer cook-out tomorrow."

Bulma lets out a sigh as she unties her bikini strap to prevent tan lines, "Okay, great. I'll call Chichi and the others later."

"Okay, dear." Mrs. Briefs finishes with the flowers and leaves Bulma alone beside the pool once more. The blue haired inventor suns for a few more hours before going inside and taking a shower. She then calls Chichi and the others and they all agree to be at Capsule Corp. the next day for the cook-out. Having finished all the phone calls, she goes to the refrigerator to grab a drink and sits down on the couch. She'd only been sitting there for a few minutes when her mother appears again.

"Hi, mom. I called all the guys and they said they could make it." She sips her drink expecting that to be the reason why her mother was there.

"That's great, honey." Her mom begins to leave the room, but stops in her tracks and turns around, "Oh, did you invite, Vegeta?"

Bulma chokes on her drinks and falls off the couch in her surprise at her mother's words, "Vegeta?!" She manages to get herself back onto the couch before giving her mother a horrified look, "Why would I invite him?"

"Well, he does live here." Her mother said it so simply as if that were any reason to invite the spoiled, grumpy Saiyan.

"Mom, please, he would only ruin the cook-out."

Mrs. Briefs gives her daughter a scolding look, "Now, you don't know that, Bulma."

"Yes, I do!" She stands up from the couch with a superior expression on her face, "He's always grumpy and he would just put a damper on my good party mood."

Her mother lets out a hesitant sigh, but tries to give her most stern look (which isn't very stern), "You have to invite him?"

"Why?"

"Well, your father doesn't want him in the gravity chamber while the guests are here."

Bulma frowns at this new information and shrugs, "And, when is dad going to tell him this?"

Mrs. Briefs shifts nervously from one foot the other as she answers her daughter's question, "He's not."

"Then who is?" She gives her mother an odd look wondering what in the hell she's talking about.

"You are, dear."

The blue haired woman stiffens and drops her drink to the floor, "WHAT!"

"Good luck, honey." The blonde woman quickly leaves the room not wanting to deal with her daughter's anger.

Bulma sinks back down to the couch with a defeated sigh, "But…ughhh!"

Bulma wallows on the couch for a few minutes not wanting Vegeta to even come to the party much less tell him that he can't use the gravity chamber. She eventually gets up and reluctantly walks to the gravity chamber to break the news to Vegeta, but when she gets there, to her surprise, he isn't there. She shrugs and walks back inside to check in his room, but he isn't there either, "Hmm, I wonder where he is?"

She doesn't have to wonder for very long because the Saiyan prince enters the bedroom just a few minutes later, "What are you doing in here?"

She turns to look at him, "Looking for you. Where have you been?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

The blue haired inventor finally notices he's all wet and wearing swim trunks. She can't help but notice how the wet material of the swim trunks clings to his muscular legs and she shivers, "Oh. Damn!" She looks at the floor to keep from staring at Vegeta's wet body, "Anyway, my mom told me to invite you to my dad's cook-out tomorrow."

A very disinterested expression springs to his wet face, "And, why would I come to such a stupid waste of time as that?"

"Well, what else are you going to do?"

He gives her a 'duh' look as he answers, "Train, stupid woman!"

"That's just it, Vegeta." She crosses her arms and sighs, "You can't train."

"WHAT?!"

She rolls her eyes at his overreaction, "My dad doesn't want your loud obnoxious training to disturb the guests."

"I will train." His expression changes to one of stubbornness, "The Saiyan prince can waste no time."

She shrugs with indifference, "Well, too bad cause my dad is going to disable the gravity chamber tomorrow morning."

"But…"

"No, buts…either you come to the party or you sit around doing nothing." She walks toward the door to see herself out and just before she walks out the door she hears Vegeta's reply.

"Well, I won't be at any parties."

"Suit yourself." She leaves the room and he's left standing dumbfounded in his wet swim trunks.

TBC…

Okay, that was it for chapter 2. Please stick with me on this fic...don't give up on it after just two chapters. Tell me what you thought, but don't be a douche. There's a difference in CC and douchism. As always, thanks for reading and love ya!