A/N: Hey guys! Thanks to my reviewers! Your reviews make it easier to motivate yourself to write another chapter! I love you guys!

But to this chapter. I'm finding it more difficult to write Vegeta. Bulma, not so much, but Vegeta is so much of an enigma that I'm finding it hard to empathise with how he'd respond to situations. Please review, I need to know if you think Vegeta's character is okay. This is really a problem for me, and it'll scupper up the rest of the story if I don't fix it. PLEEEEASE tell me how Vegeta is! please, please, please! Thanks guys, and enjoy!

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Chapter 2-

Lots of mistakes.

The next few days passed, as days normally do, without much excitement or abnormality. Bulma continued to toil over the new capsule designs in her workshop, finding that work was the best medicine to get over a break up. Vegeta trained, constantly, and managed to work successfully under x375 gravity. He could feel himself changing; Super Saiyan was so close yet so far. He could almost smell it, like a donkey with a carrot dangling in front of its nose. The truly frustrating thing was not knowing how much more training would need to be undertaken to gain the power. For all he knew, a few more years would pass and he still wouldn't be at the same level as Kakkarot.

So Capsule Corp returned to its usual, calm state. And not a moment too soon for Bulma, after all, the new capsule designs were flying and she had to keep up. It was so damned difficult to keep up when your glasses insisted on sliding down your nose every time you drew breath. With an irritated sigh, Bulma pushed her red framed glasses up onto the bridge of her nose, leaning back in her seat and taking her eyes off the detailed blueprints on the wooden desk. She felt a familiar taut throb pulse from her temples down to behind her ears, leaving a burning path behind it that lingered for a few moments before the next wave descended. Reaching behind her, she pulled the white band out of her hair, the sheet of blue falling almost thankfully and loosening the throb immediately.

But Bulma Briefs was a woman who learnt from her mistakes, and she knew that the relief was one hell of a false friend. If she didn't take paracetemol now, the throb would turn into a tidal wave, crashing onto her forehead like a mallet. Almost reluctantly, she pushed her chair back and walked out of the room, unbuttoning the top two fastenings of her white lab coat, trying to get some form of coolness onto her overheated skin.

The dim light of the kitchen was a blessing to her eyes, which shrieked in pain from the bright, unforgiving sunlight outside. Taking a few moments to adjust, Bulma ran the cold tap and filled her cup, popping two painkillers out of their plastic and foil tray. The cold water hit her teeth with the subtlety of a JCB, sending a shiver up through her teeth to join the pulse in her head. It was worth it though; it'd save her from a killer migraine afterwards.

With no time to waste, Bulma was back at her desk, mechanical pencil in hand as she worked through the measurements and equations with a fine-tooth comb, weeding out any mistakes and correcting them. Sighing, she looked wistfully out of the small window overlooking the back of Capsule Corp, spotting the training room Vegeta was doubtlessly occupying. She often wondered if it really was only Goku's power that pushed him on so much, whether his battle really was with Goku or himself.

"He must feel lost…" she said absent-mindedly, attracting the attention of Sally, another scientist employed by the company.

"I'm sorry?" she asked, thinking that Bulma had spoken to her. Bulma looked round with a slight shock painted over her face, smiling weakly after a second.

"I said it'd improve when crossed. Don't worry, rambling on to myself." she rolled her eyes at Sally, grinning slightly before turning back to the blueprints. Her brow furrowed. "That should be 16 over x…" she said softly, putting a neat line through one of the figures and rewriting it in a small print. She glanced up at the clock ticking away on the west wall of the room. 3:43pm. Another thirty minutes should do it…

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Vegeta could feel the pressure on him lessening slightly, meaning one thing.

"I have to increase the gravity…" he mumbled with a scowl, walking over to the flashing control panel purposefully, twisting the dial until it reached x400. He braced himself for the push, parting his feet and bending his knees; his back and arm muscles tensing.

'gravity field increasing…' announced the computerised female voice smoothly, the force upon Vegeta increasing, slowly but steadily. 'gravity at x400'

Stepping into the centre of the room, Vegeta moved tentatively at first, forcing his fist out whilst trying to remain uncrushed. His clenched fists moved through the dense air slowly, the muscles pulsating with every inch the closed hand moved forward. Had it not been for his steely determination, rest assured Vegeta would've given in at this moment, his body felt like it was engulfed in the hottest flame and unable to escape.

His other fist moved forward to join the first, sweat dripping off Vegeta's face as he clenched his teeth, jamming his eyes shut to concentrate all of his energy on his training. He opened his palms, gathering his ki at the centre of his hands with huge effort. It was so difficult to gather enough energy to create a decent ki attack when all your spare energy was going into trying to stay upright. A small blue orb appeared between his open hands, pushed together at the wrists. The ball flickered, growing slowly until it cast an eerie glow back over Vegeta's face, highlighting every bone and crevice in his chiselled face. Eyelids shot open, revealing fiery onyx eyes as he released the substantial ki, the huge force of the beam slamming into the wall of the gravity room, absorbed by the special lining. The whole room was alive with ki; it sparked off the black energy-absorbing lining of the walls and hummed lowly.

A small smirk graced his mouth as he panted heavily, feeling the sweat drip off him as though trying to escape the exhausted Prince's skin. Vegeta looked round the room as the glow faded, a small 'zip!' sounding as the last of the ki was expelled, safely, into the atmosphere, possibly to benefit some tree or something thought Vegeta bitterly.

Another smart idea of that woman's, to put the ki into nature and let the other living things gain from it. Yeah, great, not that he needed it or anything. At that moment Vegeta could've used any spare ki at all. But no, HIS earned energy, the product of HIS toils and HIS strength was given to some god-damn plant that'd just be cut down and used for firewood anyway. He scoffed, scowling.

"Ridiculous…" he growled, feeling stable enough to restart his training. He kicked out gingerly, reaching round with the other leg as soon as his left toe had touched the floor again. An amazing display of various kicks left his leg muscles feeling eaten up, burning helplessly as the owner pushed them further than they'd ever been before.

Suddenly, a monotonous, high-pitched beep sounded, ringing constantly for 30 seconds. Vegeta leapt up in the air, heart pounding with shock.

"This fucking planet wants to give me a heart-attack or something!" he shouted at the red flashing light above the door, glaring at it. How dare some mechanisms interrupt his training? God-damn earth engineering…it was nowhere near the technology on Vegetasei! 'How the hell am I supposed to become a Super Saiyan with these inferior facilities?' he thought irately, blasting the irritating light with a short, sharp blast of pink ki.

'emergency status activated. All gravity is at regular earth level.' soothed the calm computer voice, Vegeta emitting a roar.

"EMERGENCY STATUS? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TRAIN?" he bellowed, blasting the door off its hinges and storming out of the Gravity Room. His teeth ground, dark eyes blazing with anger and rage as his booted feet stomped across the grass to the woman's workplace. He was going to train, she was going to fix that god-damned contraption for him. Whether she liked it or not.

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'Whoever designed this needs to be sacked' thought Bulma with concern, correcting the 32nd mistake she'd found in the equations. Seriously! If the capsule had been made according to this, the unlucky person who tried opening it would be seriously injured. The thumping pain had softened, shifting round to her forehead like an itch on the back that moved whenever you touched it.

"WOMAN!" came a shout from the doorway, the wooden door smashing against the wall to reveal an extremely pissed off Vegeta. Sally shot up immediately, startled by the outburst. Bulma was used to it, Vegeta's fiery temper had scared her senseless at first, but not anymore. Now she saw his mood swings like a small toddler having a tantrum.

"How can I help you Vegeta?" asked Bulma with a sigh, taking her glasses off slowly and watching Vegeta with raised eyebrows, leaning back in her chair. He did look handsome when flustered, his eyes seemed to sparkle with an aggravation so attractive she had to keep herself in check whenever she looked at them. Dear lord. She'd only just broken up with Yamcha!

"That infernal machine has broken again!" said Vegeta with a scowl, as though it was the simplest thing in the world and that she should've known as soon as he burst through the door. Why wasn't she on her feet like the other clown? When he first arrived at Capsule Corp she'd been terrified, edgy and jumpy whenever he even breathed in her direction. The indifference she eyed him with was so infuriating…infuriatingly gorgeous. He scowled deeply at this thought, growling low in his throat. Why did he keep thinking these thoughts about her? Her! Of all women!

Bulma sighed and shook her head, standing up.

"Okay, I'll come check it out. I can't be long though, Sally, if my father comes tell him I'm in the toilet." she said to Sally, stepping past Vegeta out of the door. She instinctively sucked in her stomach as she edged past him, blushing from the closeness. She felt Vegeta's chest rise and his breathing stop and couldn't help a small smile. Walking to the Gravity Room, she unbuttoned her white coat and thrust it at Vegeta. "Hold this."

Scoffing, Vegeta narrowed his eyes and folded his arms. "Who do you think you're talking to? I am the Prince of all Saiyans, I don't hold the coats of feeble human women!" he said defensively, annoyed at the way his body reacted to the situation in the doorway. He didn't want this. This was all so new…so confusing. Why did he feel so different around her, that he wanted to impress her? Since when did he, the Prince, want to impress feeble human women with weird blue hair? 'it's nothing.' he thought firmly, watching as Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Of course you don't Vegeta. Well, would your highness at least pass me the tools I ask for?" asked Bulma, raising an eyebrow. Vegeta scowled at her mockery and nodded shortly, tensing his arm muscles across his chest. "Thank you." she said slowly, tapping a few keys on the control panel.

Vegeta watched, mesmerized by her nimble fingers and the way her brows furrowed as she concentrated. He turned away, his scowl softened somewhat. This was strange. He'd always known the woman was attractive for her race, but now his feelings were intensifying. 'Not that it matters anyway,' he thought, the small voice in his head down heartened. 'She's always been too scared of you for anything to happen. In her eyes you're a killer, remember? A heartless, blood-thirsty monster."

"Ri-ight, well, I've found the problem." said Bulma finally, straightening up and putting her right hand on her hip, pointing to the screen with her left hand. "It's the energy-absorbing lining on the walls. It's suffered a tremendous ki overload, it hasn't dissipated the energy into the atmosphere properly." she read the figures on the screen and raised her eyebrows. "You must've fired one hell of a ki blast in there, leftover ki was stuck and caused the mechanism to jam." she turned her eyes up to Vegeta and caught his, locking contact for a while.

She wasn't a warrior like he was, she couldn't kill monsters or fight Goku, but she could sense his confusion. In his eyes, she could see his feelings for her, and how much it killed him to have these feelings. His scowl may be fixed and deep as ever, but his eyes were soft, swirling with uncertainty and fear. Her heart went out to him, she didn't know what to do to help him.

Yes, she was attracted to him, but he saw her only as a feeble woman. God, he'd told her enough how useless she was. His feelings were unstable to say the least, and probably not very strong. He could just want a friend, someone to confide in, and she couldn't give him that. It'd be too painful to know they were close, but not as close as she wanted them to be.

"Well fix it then!" barked Vegeta suddenly, breaking eye contact and turning away with a violent blush on his face. Damn her! She could always trap him when he was least expecting it. He was bloody fed up of this. He was out of control, and he hated being out of control of his own life and emotions. Arms folded, he fumed silently, glaring at the opposite wall whilst Bulma placed her hands on her hips and laughed hollowly.

"Unless it has escaped your notice, Vegeta, I'm in the middle of a very important project! I can't just take god knows how long off to fix your toys!" she spat furiously, glowering at Vegeta's back. Just when she thought he was changing for the better, softening, he decided to be a pompous prig and make everything so much more difficult.

"My toys? Woman, my achieving Super Saiyan is more important than your drawings and sums!" countered Vegeta angrily, incensed that she couldn't see the importance of his training. "You seem to mistake my order as a request woman. But let me assure you," he said lowly, turning round and smirking at Bulma, his eyes hardened once more. "I'm not asking you to fix this contraption. I'm telling you to."

Bulma's eyes flashed dangerously. She was lost for words for a moment, staring angrily at Vegeta's self-righteous smirk. "And I'm telling you Vegeta. I'm. Too. Busy." spat Bulma with a furious glare, pushing her way past Vegeta and storming out, grabbing her lab coat off the control panel as she passed.

Stunned still, Vegeta stood silently, eyes wide. She'd just openly disobeyed him, HIM! The Prince of all Saiyans! He turned his incredulous gaze to the door, watching the woman stamp her way back to the workshop, sparing a last look at the Gravity Room before wrenching the door open and thundering into the room.

"Idiotic wench!" growled Vegeta, trying desperately to be furious with her. His anger throbbed in the background, more hurt pride than anything. Scoffing, he flicked the switch of the Gravity Room and rolled the dial up to x400 gravity, preparing for the pressure to descend on him.

But no pressure descended. Quite the opposite actually.

The room exploded with Vegeta inside it.