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Vegeta threw his empty bottle in a near trash bin and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The woman has been in full production of the ship. He growled to himself, it was taking much longer then he would like, and to make matters worse, she refused to fix the GR while she was building the space craft. "I can't do two things at once Vegeta, either you wait for a better simulator, or you don't get one." He scowled at the memory. Didn't she have lackeys to do things for her? She should be available for his needs at all times, that was why he stayed at Capsule Corp. in the first place. "Pathetic." He ground out to himself. He was the great all might Prince of all Saiyan's, and he was reduced to waiting for humans, weak ones at that. It disgusted him.

"You ok Vegeta?" Goku asked as he stood and stretched. Vegeta glanced at him, but ignored his question. And he was the worst of all, Vegeta thought to himself. Because the woman refused to fix his GR, and she was too much of an asset to kill, he had to lower himself to train with his rival. He closed his eyes, there was a reason he was waiting, and that reason outweighed everything else. He just had to be patient, which, as he knew, was not one of his greatest strengths. "Hello!" He could feel the clown in front of him and he growled at the annoyance, "You ok?" Goku asked again while waving his hand in front of Vegeta's face.

Without opening his eyes, he balled up his fist and punched Goku in the face. "Ow, ow, ow!" Goku staggered back a couple of paces holding his face as he whined. "Why'd you do that?" He mumbled. "Tch, let's get on with it." Vegeta replied, and he turned and headed for the mountains. "Ok Vegeta, if you wanna play it like that," Goku laughed as he scratched the back of his head. "Don't think I'll go easy on you." He said. "I wouldn't expect anything less." Vegeta replied with a smirk. Even if he was a lower class Saiyan, being able to fight with someone who understood that call of battle was exhilarating. He could feel his blood calling each time he started to warm up. It was the greatest feeling and yet his greatest regret. How he longed to finally claim his birthright and lead his people to glory.

This one person took his glory from him, attained the unreachable before him, and yet, here he was sparing with his enemy as if they were old war buddies. He no longer had anything, no people, no legacy, nothing, and yet he continued to be a step behind his rival, and yet forced to continue to use his strength to his advantage. How he wished he could just remove him completely, but they both knew that he never would, and landing on this miserable planet only made that more abundantly clear. He realized when he landed on this planet that he would be in contact with him, in fact, that was the reason he came. He needed to be close to him, to motivate himself to reach the legendary, and then to surpass him, and then end his miserable existence. That was his new destiny.

"That's it Dad!" Bulma exclaimed triumphantly. "Finally the plans are done." she unrolled the large paper out on the table of her lab. "What do you think?" She asked as she waited for her father to finish his observation of the plans. "I have to say that this is your best work yet." Dr Briefs praised, Bulma grinned.

They went into double checking the math of the specifications when a nervous young woman walked in to the lab, none other than the grumpy saiyan himself trailing behind her angrily. No doubt when Bulma sent her to collect him, he took his frustration out on the poor girl, and being as intimidating as he was, the staff was always quite cautious around him. They heard the stories of what he did when he first demanded that Dr Briefs build him the GR. He nearly destroyed all of capsule corp. in his rage when Dr. Briefs displayed hesitation as he considered if helping Vegeta would be helping earth or the enemy. Dr. Briefs finally relented when he started his princely temper tantrum, and word spread like wild fire. Everyone knew of him, and those who had seen him or interacted with him in any way talked about it as if it was some huge honor to be one of the few to actually be in the same room as him.

Thankfully, the lab workers were used to him and learned to ignore him and steer clear, but the rest of the staff had little to no exposure to him at all and so they were more skittish around the temperamental prince. "Miss Briefs?" the woman, Nancy, interrupted the pair as they discussed the specifications of the ship. "I brought Mr. Prince?" It came out like another question. They had started calling him Mr. Prince when the staff was too nervous to ever call him by his actual name, and since saiyan's didn't really have surnames they just used his title as his to make thing easier. Bulma turned and grinned at the girl. "Thanks a bunch Nancy, you can go, I don't need anything else." Nancy bolted from the room as fast as she could without running and Bulma laughed to herself, 'we all felt like that at one point or another around him.' She reminded herself.

"What do you want woman?" Vegeta grossed, clearly irritated to have been interrupted from what he was doing to be beckoned here. Bulma grinned in spite of his foul mood. "I finished the ship plans, we can start building tomorrow, and if we work round the clock we should be done in six to eight weeks." Vegeta regarded her silently. "Have a look." She said, gesturing to the plans on the table. Vegeta looked them over and had to admit that they were actually quite impressive, he would never tell her this of course.

The ship was almost bullet shaped, not round like the one that Goku was sent to Namek in. It had two engines on either side of it, and another in the back of the main ship's center. "This is all storage and engines space." She said, pointing to the left and right wings, "and this is the main hull, where we will live." She said pointing to the main ship area. She pulled back the first page to reveal another that was a magnified diagram of the ships center. "We have our rooms at the back of the ship, the pilot station, or bridge is here, elevated above the main floor. We will have all our supplies stored in capsules, including our appliances and everything else we need like the kitchen, my workstation, and anything else you would like to request." She explained. "If we use capsule to move everything around, this room can be multipurpose and you can train while I work." She said, grinning. She was obviously pleased with herself.

Vegeta took it all in, after what seemed like minutes, he finally spoke up. "How long will it take to get there with a ship this size?" He asked. She nodded, "based on the coordinates you gave me, and using the star maps on your space pod, the entire trip will take eighteen months." She said, "six months to arrive, and then six months to mine, and then six months to return. That is banking on not having any complications of any kind." Vegeta frowned, that's right she told him she decoded it, but was it just the start map or the entire database. "When did you translate the language on my space pod?" he feigned outrage. To be honest he would be impressed if she decoded the space map as well as the language all together, especially since there was more than just one language to translate. "Tch, like you cared about that thing anyway." She shot back, "I only decoded the space map. I'm still working on the languages that are stored there." She grinned at him suddenly. "Your native language is so fascinating, I have never heard anything like it, and I have been analyzing it since I took the ship after you landed." She frowned suddenly, "well it's not yours really, and it's that big burly guy who traveled with you. You left in yours after Goku…" She trailed off, not wanting to sour his mood anymore; it's not like he wasn't grumpy enough.

Vegeta frowned at the mention of his guardian. Of course his space pod was still here; he killed him before he ended up leaving earth after that clown defeated him. He wasn't sure how he felt about his legacy being translated and interpreted by humans; there was no way that they could truly understand the true nature of the saiyan race. He would need to think about what to do with it. Either let her continue to study the information there, or just destroy the damned thing and be done with it. Part of his wanted to keep it; it was the only thing he had left of his people, his race.

He was brought out of his thoughts when Bulma spoke up again. "Well anyway, it's a work in progress." Vegeta just shook his head slightly to clear it, and focused back on the task at hand, he would decide what to about the pod later. "This ship is too big." He finally said. Bulma frowned, "no it's not!" she protested, "it's the perfect size, if we make it any smaller we will be on top of each other." she gave him a disgusted look, "and you and I both know we don't want that." He scowled at her, and ignored her comment. "Get rid of the rooms, and add one bathing room, then shorten it, this room should also be smaller." She looked at it closer. "This will cut our trip time." He said. She frowned, shaking her head in reply. "Only by a month in both ways, that's not enough to justify taking out the rooms."

"We could just travel in a space pod, it would be more practical." He argued. "You need to be put into an induced sleep for that type of travel and I don't have any way of doing that." She protested, "Then use a sample of the gasses used in the space pod you salvaged to make it possible." He said. Bulma shook her head, "I already tried, there isn't any left in the space pod, and in order to use it I have to be able to duplicate it." He frowned. "That's not really my problem."

She folded her arms in anger, her face turning pink. "I spent two weeks designing this ship, and it's going to be built as is. I am not sleeping in the same room as you, and I am not making it smaller to cut two months off our trip, that's not practical at all!" She ground out with as much finality in her voice as she could muster. "Besides, how are you going to train if we are always bumping into each other?"

"I can't train in the condition it's in now!" He barked out, "if we included the space sleep then we wouldn't have to worry about all of this, we simply take off, land, get what we need, then leave." He explained, "Simple."

Bulma shook her head, "I designed this ship to accommodate both of us, see how the bridge is elevated, the ceiling is twelve feet high, and this allows you to be able to do your training comfortably over here, while I work over here." She said, pointing out the places that they both could be able to get work done. "And we won't be on top of each other at all."

"And how do you suppose I train when I can't use the gravity simulator in this ship?" she shook her head. "The gravity either gets turned off, or it can be at earth level only, I am not getting squashed like a pancake for you!" She shouted in outrage. He narrowed his eyes at her, "that was precisely my point!" she was so infuriating, and to think he was thinking of her well being. Why should he even care?

She grinned suddenly at him, ignoring his outburst giving Vegeta moment of confusion as to why the sudden mood swing. "While this was being designed, I also had this prototype made for you." She said placing something on top of the ship plans. "These are bands that go around your wrists, ankles and waist; they simulate the effects of high gravity, but only up to 250." She said off handedly. "It's not possible to go higher than that with these, they only add to the weight of your body to make you feel as if you are in higher gravity; they don't actually manipulate the gravity. There is a substance that I had been working on for another project, it doesn't really have a name yet, but it seemed to get heavier with the more pressure that was added by magnets, it's so cool!" she said with excitement, "but when I realized that I pushed it to the max and then did the calculations and its equivalent to the GR at 250 times earth's gravity." She said.

Vegeta picked one of the bands up and looked it over. It seemed to be similar to the wrist bands that Kakarot wore on his wrists. He wasn't interested in wearing something that looked similar, but if they could do what she said they could, this would be useful in the mean time. "It's only a prototype like I said, so you can test them out before we leave and I can have them manufactured for you, if they check out, so that you can train without killing me."

"How disappointing." He drawled with a sarcastic smirk. She glared at him, "you should say thank you once in a while you jerk!" He laughed at her as he picked up the prototype and left the room. He had enough exposure to her for one day. She truly got on his nerves with her constant need to talk. "Just press the blue button to activate it and the red one to deactivate. It's so simple even your feeble mind can comprehend it!" She was practically yelling at him as he left.

Once outside Vegeta strapped all of the bands on and then pressed the blue button. He instantly felt his body go heavy, which was, if he was honest with himself, a bit much after his day of training with Goku. After a good day of fighting he always felt like that, his muscles humming from the punishment he inflicted on them. To a Saiyan that was one of the best feelings in the world, an indication of getting stronger. He had to admit, to himself only; she was brilliant, he was slightly glad he didn't kill her on Namek, but only very slightly. If he let himself get too attached to her, then… well he didn't want to think of that. She was a resource, and nothing more, his mechanic.

He tested a few punches and kicks in the air. This would do nicely, he smirked to himself. At lease the clown didn't have a genius working for him, and he definitely believed that that gave him the upper hand.


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