A/N: hey!here is the 2nd chap i hope u guys like it, please review, i wud really appreciate it, i know its only the beginning but i promise it will get better! Thank you to koolkat01, debje, Chazie and scarletwitch88, means so much that you reviewed, u guys rock! .xxx.

Disclaimer: i dont not own Dragonball Z nor any of its characters, they belong to Akira Toriyama so please do not sue but enjoy. i take no credit for my work.

His mind was endlessly drumming against the walls of his head. He could feel his chest sharply rise and fall, and his vision was becoming blurry. He could feel his sweat trickle down his carved pecks and the endless ringing in his ear,s but he dismissed his body's need to relax and pressed on. At the speed of sound he fought his invisibles opponents in his newly completed training room that Bulma had designed and made for him. It was the only thing that was keeping him sane from waiting for those blasted Dragonballs to regenerate. Ever since he stepped foot into the training room it was almost impossible for him to leave. It was his, and his alone, not the other thousands of beings living in Capsule Corp. His solitude had become the most important thing to him. This was where he could reveal his inner demons and tortures and either ponder wisely over them or beat the shit out of him self. It had been two days since he had locked himself inside that room. Not stopping for food or rest. Time was just an object that Vegeta had disregarded, especially when he had a lot on his mind, which he had for the past few days. He couldn't stop thinking about Kakkarot. How had he obtained that level of power? How was it that they have grown so far apart in strength? How was it possible that a low class scum could withstand against the mightiest tyrant to ever roam the galaxies, and not the Prince of the strongest race known. It was maddening. Growling furiously Vegeta intensified his training,

'I will beat you Kakkarot, I will beat you!'

Total darkness was before her. It engulfed her mind and she could not escape. That's until she lifted an eye lid, revealing the most beautiful cerulean eye. Scanning the perimeter, she knew she wasn't supposed to be peaking. The Oldest Namek was in the middle of his chant, while the other Namekien's eyes were closed, including Dende's, all quietly meditating. Bulma sighed in her mediating position which was sitting on the grass on a wonderfully sunny day relaxing her arms. She knew she had asked if she could mediate with the Namekiens, hoping it would release stress, stress being a host for a race of Namekiens, running a company and practically waiting on hand and foot for Prince Pain – in- the-Ass. The Oldest Namek had been kind enough to give her a crash course in intense meditation, yet her heart wasn't in it. She just couldn't relax and 'find her inner ki' or something like that. A million things were scampering around in her head and gnawing away on her thoughts. However they were mainly about Vegeta. He hadn't come out of that infernal room in the past 2 days, not even for food, which actually made her mother worry. How was she ever going to take revenge on him if he locked himself up in a training room all day? Bulma sighed again at her dilemma, causing Dende to open one eye and look at her. Bulma, embarrassed, went a slight red, yet poked her tongue out at the young Namek. Dende grinned childishly and retaliated by sticking his tongue out too. Bulma, never backing down from a challenge, stuck her tongue out making it touch her nose and pulled down her eye skin from the bottom; a most attractive look indeed. Dende put his hands over his mouth to stop himself from bursting out with laughter, while Bulma continued her face pulling. However he let a snort slip, causing all eyes to open and stare directly at the two, catching them red handed. Silence. Bulma, completely embarrassed was about to open her mouth and apologize, when a huge explosion erupted from the other side of the mansion.

Following the cloud of smoke, Bulma ran around the complex to the other side of the gardens where she found her newly built training room's roof had been completely blown off, and a bloody and exhausted Vegeta sitting next to it. Bulma's heart skiped a few beats. Horror, shock and anger circulated through her veins, yet the most overpowering emotion overwhelming her body was concern. She ran up to the sitting figure and stood directly in front of him, inspecting his wounds. They were horrible, all bloody and gory. Vegeta, growing quite annoyed with the woman standing directly in front of him he summoned up all his strength to hiss through his teeth,

"What the fuck are you staring at Woman?" Bulma, realizing that all she had been doing was really just staring at the wounded Prince in silence, again for the second time in 20 minutes went red.

"I was just checking your wounds, your hurt Vegeta and need to take care of those wounds, come on inside and I'll get the first aid kit."

"Woman I don't need your blasted pathetic help, can't you see I am taking a break?"

"Well, VEGETA you will be taking a long one because a) YOU ARE HURT! And b) YOU TOTALLY DESTROYED MY INVENTION AND ITS GOING TO TAKE ME HOURS TO REPAIR IT, SO STOP BEING SUCH AN ARROGANT ASS AND COME INSIDE FOR KAMI SAKE SO I CAN MEND YOUR WOUNDS!!"

Vegeta stared at the raving woman, quite surprised at her defiance and amused at the same time. He had to admit she look quite attractive when she was mad, her eyes filled with intensity and burned brighter than a raging fire,

"Woman, I will come inside if YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"FINE!" Vegeta curtly nodded and, with extreme willpower stood up, almost making himself faint from the pain, yet shook it off and took the lead.

Inside he made his way to the couch, but Bulma forcefully shoved him to the guest bathroom, making him wince with pain. Bulma seeing this, suddenly felt guilty, something she had not before for the Prince. Trying to make it up she carefully took his hand and lead him to the bench in the bathroom.

"Ok Vegeta sit here and take your shirt, pants and boot and then get into the bath." Vegeta did not say a word but complied. Bulma ran a warm bath and waited for Vegeta to enter. Once Vegeta's wounds made contact with the water, the blood diffused into the water, spreading fast and making the water turn a murky red. Bulma tried to hide a gasp, yet Vegeta heard and looked at her.

"What woman, never seen blood before? Weakling"

"No, it just, it must hurt you a lot?" Vegeta stared at her. He didn't expect her to care actually, and just focus on his insult.

"No, it doesn't, nothing can hurt me, I thrive on pain it only pushes me further." Bulma absorbed those words into her head and let it overtake her body. She had never heard someone speak so passionately about something that could physically hurt them; it was if he was used to it and knew nothing else, Bulma gulped, she didn't know what to think of Vegeta at that moment. He was so strong, yet the need to reach out and hug him was eating her from the inside out.

"Come get out and I'll put some antiseptic on your wounds."

"I am not an infant, so don't get the idea that you can mother me woman, because I will not take it, I don't WANT your help" Vegeta abruptly stood out of the water and stared directly at Bulma with a stern look on his face. Bulma's heart sunk a little, she was just trying to help. Her disappointment and rejection must have projected a little across her face because Vegeta dropped his usual scowl to a stoic frown and took the antiseptic from her.

"You can do the ones I can not reach, but don't get the idea that I will ask you again, I need no one."

"You have said that before, I think I get the picture damn it Vegeta!"

"I will repeat myself as often as I like until I am sure it has stuck in that thick skull of yours woman."

Bulma just frowned deeply at the Prince but said nothing, instead watched him rub the cream across his rock hard chest. The wounds were fresh and big, they stretched all the way around his torso and abdominal. The gashes that were too big he left, and Bulma noted to bandage them up. When he was finished he stood completely still. Bulma edged closer. He wasn't looking at her; in fact his head was bowed so that he was staring at the floor. He shut his eyes tight and clenched his fists, yet swiftly lifted his hand towards her producing the cream. Bulma, silently took the cream from him and stood behind, only to gasp in horror at the sight of his back. The wounds were huge and deep, there were only a few scratches that she could apply the cream on, so she began to work. She could feel him tense under her touch and tried to apply it as lightly as possible. Feeling completely awkward the heirless decide to speak.

"So what did you do to my invention now?" Vegeta huffed at her accusations yet replied.

"If your inventions weren't so pathetically built it might have not broken so easily, ever thought of that genius?"

"Excuse me? If it wasn't for your insanity then maybe you'll live by the time you turn 40! Don't blame my work to cover your rage."

"Woman if they can't withstand against my rage then your race deserves to die."

"WHAT! Vegeta! How the FUCK can you say that?"

"Face it Human, if you can't protect yourself against powerful warriors then your race holds no place in the universe, it is survival of the fittest, I'm surprised the ugly fag Frieza didn't try and purge this planet first, its full of weaklings anyway."

"NO it is NOT, we have Goku, he is the strongest guy I have ever met, and he would do whatever it took to protect this planet, even if it cost him his life!"

"Its sick how that idiot lets his foolish emotions get the better of him; he isn't a true warrior but a weakling and doesn't deserve the title of warrior or Saiyan."

"He doesn't want the title of Saiyan dumbass, only you do, and by the way you carry it off it doesn't apply to anyone to become Saiyan so don't go and try and make it sound superior because it isn't and never will be again." Suddenly the bath exploded, making rubble water and soap spuds disperse everywhere. Bulma shrieked as Vegeta turned around holding a large ki ball in his hand, and the word 'kill' carved into his eyes. He advanced onto Bulma with the bulging ki ball in his hand. Bulma started to quiver uncontrollably yet, stood her ground.

'How dare she insult my race, I should kill her for such disrespect.' Yet he saw the frightened look in her eyes, but noted that she did not cower, he admired her bravery. He also spied the cream in her hand. He could still feel how she lightly and tenderly treated his wounds. She was just trying to help, yet he provoked her, not wanting to fully accept the fact that he actually needed her help, and that it was better than anything he ever expected. He hastily closed his hand extinguishing the ki ball. He sneered at her yet bent down to whisper,

"It's your lucky day, I have killed others for a lot less, remember that." And as quickly as his presence was there, it disappeared, leaving her in alone to let her legs give way amongst the rubble and puddles of bloody water.

A/N: hey! what did you think?vegeta and that rage of his! lol he will never learn. please review!.xxx. p,s next chap will be longer, promise!