Hey! Yay I'm so happy about the reviews I got already! Makes me so happy :D

There was just one thing I wanted to mention based on one review I got. Yes I am basing my fic off of the English dub of the TV show. I am slowly buying all of the seasons and haven't gotten around to watching them in Japanese so I am sorry if when I said that I wanted to depict the characters how they were meant to be in the show that you all thought I was talking about the actual original Japanese version. I'm sorry for the confusion and I hope that you still want to read my fic and/or that you still enjoy it otherwise. I grew up with the English dub (Canadian version to be exact) so that's the reference I am thinking of. Sorry again. Thanks for that review though, I will definitly watch the Japanese version soon!

I'm glad you are all liking it so far :) Please, don't stop with the feedback. All the reviews have been really nice!

Thanks again!


Vegeta collapsed onto his knees having felt the wind completely sucked out of his lungs. He grasped at his stomach with one hand while the other braced his body up off the floor. He growled with anger and used all the strength he could to stay conscious. Vegeta dizzily looked up at the deceivingly small purple lizard that looked down on him with disgust.

Frieza.

Vegeta was disgusted with himself for allowing such a creature to have full control over him, the Prince of Saiyans. Frieza's cold laugh nearly penetrated what was left of Vegeta's sanity.

"Stupid monkey." He said with amusement, "I do not enjoy punishing you Vegeta, but if you continue to disobey and disrespect me than I have no other choice."

The alien's cold hand snatched Vegeta's tail and coiled it around his wrist. Vegeta braced himself for the searing pain that he knew would soon come. He felt despicable for letting Frieza degrade him to the level of a pathetic, hopeless, animal.

Frieza yanked hard on his tail, thrusting Vegeta off of the ground and strait into the ceiling above them. He hit the metal hard and then slowly slipped from the indent made in ceiling until he fell to the ground once more at Frieza's feet.

The pain was almost unbearable, but he was used to pain being inflicted on his tail by now, especially by Frieza.

"I do hope you learn not to get on my nerves anymore Vegeta. I would hate to have to rip that monkey tail out of your back." Frieza said and began laughing maniacally as he swung his own tail out from behind him and straight towards Vegeta's face...


When Vegeta opened his eyes he found himself staring at a white tiled ceiling. Groggily he focused his eyes and looked around. He was in one of the medical wings of Capsule Corporation. It took a few moments before Vegeta could feel anything, and when he did he had to suppress a long and loud groan.

His entire body burned with scorching pain. His muscles felt like they had been torn to shreds and set on fire and each individual cut added a blazed feeling on top of it all. His body ached and he was in pain, but he could endure it. Vegeta had trained many years for the specific purpose of tolerating physical pain, no thanks to Frieza.

Vegeta growled instinctively even at the thought of that horrid tormentor. In doing so a few sharp pains shot through his back and chest and his heart rate began to rise slightly. It wasn't until some sort of machine he was hooked up to started to make a beeping noise that he realized that he was wearing some sort of oxygen mask around his mouth and nose.

As if on cue the woman's father walked into the room having somehow noticed that the machine was making noises. He walked over to it and fiddled around with it until he even noticed that Vegeta was awake.

"Oh Vegeta! You're awake!" he exclaimed. "Thank goodness. We were beginning to worry if you would ever come out of it! This is the longest you've been out for. 3 whole days I'm afraid."

I've been unconscious for 3 entire days?

"You must have woken up because the sedative wore off. You're probably in a lot of pain." He said and started to mumble to himself about some such nonsense, as he usually did.

Vegeta would not bother replying to such a stupid remark. He had to conserve his energy for something that was worth saying.

"Well I've given you another sedative so it should take effect within the hour. Your body is fairly resistant you know." He said and Vegeta just grunted in response.

He was about to leave the room when he looked over to the other side of Vegeta's bed and sighed while shaking his head.

"Poor thing. She hasn't left this room since we brought you in here." He said and Vegeta slowly turned his head to see what the man was talking about.

It was Bulma. She was sitting at a desk next to Vegeta's bed with her head resting in her arms on the table. She was sound asleep.

"It's a good thing she finally got some sleep." He said and turned to the door, "Rest up Vegeta. I'll be back in a while to check on you." And then he left.

Disgusting. Do I look like a child? Humans rely too heavily on one another.

After mentally cursing the human race and Briefs family for fawning over him like a wounded puppy he looked over at the blue haired woman that slept peacefully on the desk beside him. He watched her back slowly move up and down as she breathed silently. Her face was relaxed and soft looking. Her blue curls lightly cascaded down her back and over her exposed shoulders. Vegeta wondered if she had really stayed here with him for all 3 days he was unconscious.

Why?

Vegeta did not understand what would make her tend to him, but then again, she always did when he overexerted himself. He really wondered why she continued to care for him so dedicatedly.

Vegeta looked down in his lap. It made him very uncomfortable when people gave him so much attention in a tender way. He was so un-used to it that such caring acts were foreign to him. He didn't like it because it felt wrong to him. He prided in the fact that he could take care of himself, not needing help from anyone. It showed he had great internal strength and self control. Saiyans were very solitary beings . True, they formed bonds with one or two other Saiyans over their lifetime, usually when they had the same battle comrade and/or when they decided to take a mate, but more often than not Saiyans preferred to be alone and liked it that way. Because of that they all had to know how to survive on their own. It did not matter if they would always be with a battle partner or a mate. Vegeta liked to be solitary and to be able to fend for himself, but more importantly he didn't feel like he even deserved the help of anyone.

Who was he to deserve such kind treatment? Being under Frieza's wing for so long he had become a tyrant himself, and Vegeta knew that about himself. He knew he was a cold murderer that no one cared about and gave a second thought about. Who in their right mind would want to form a bond with him? He could have been easily discarded, as Frieza always made a point of reminding him of, and would have been if he hadn't become who he was. A mean, cold, reserved, monster who loved no one and deserved no love from another.

So what was it that this woman saw in him? How could she see something that was surely not there? Vegeta new there was nothing there, Frieza would have made a point of removing it if there was. Vegeta glanced over at Bulma once more and frowned in confusion, and then hmph'ed in realization.

She only does this out of her obligation to Kakarott for he would want me to be "taken care of". The sentimental fool. Either that or she thinks she can keep an eye on me by having me here with her, or some such bullshit.

Soon Vegeta's vision began to blur. His eye lids felt heavy and he was struggling to keep them open. He grew confused. He had just awoken from a 3 day sleep. How could he be so tired all of a sudden?

Have I been drugged?

He looked around the room frantically as if expecting to find the culprit near by. He did notice, however, that the woman was beginning to awaken herself. She slowly lifted her head and rubbed her eyes. She looked over at Vegeta, almost startled that he was looking at her.

"Vegeta?" she asked surprised. He could barely hear her even when she sat right next to him.

He looked away from her, feeling dizzy. He plopped his head down on the pillow beneath him and sighed with annoyance.

Now I remember. The old man was the one who drugged me. He called it a sedative...Bastard. I'll kill him...for this...later...

And soon Vegeta fell into a deep sleep once more.


When Vegeta felt himself slipping back into consciousness he was happy to realize that there was no noise around him. That meant that he was alone, or that the woman was still asleep. He preferred the first but would rather her be asleep than awake and pestering him. He still felt rather groggy and did not bother opening his eyes yet, that is, until he felt something coiling itself around his right bicep.

Someone dares to attack me while I sleep!? They will be demolished for their insolence!

Vegeta snapped awake, eyes open wide, and snatched the culprit by the wrist. The attacker screamed in surprise and Vegeta looked up only to be surprised himself.

"Vegeta! It's just me! Bulma!" she cried and tried to yank her wrist out of his grasp.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked calmly and then looked down at his arm to see that it had new bandages.

"I was redressing your wounds!" she snapped, still struggling, "Now please let go of my hand, you're hurting me!"

Vegeta had forgotten he was still holding her wrist and realized that he was putting too much strength into it. After all, she was only human. He quickly let her go and she recoiled her hand to her chest gingerly as she stroked her wrist, cursing under her breath. Had he really held onto her that tightly? Clearly humans were quite fragile, more so than he originally thought.

"Jeez Vegeta! I think it's gonna leave a bruise!" she said as she walked to the end of his bed, away from arms reach.

"Quit your whining woman. I'm the one laying in a hospital bed right now. You have nothing to complain about." Vegeta snapped with annoyance.

"Whatever..." Bulma said softly, not knowing what else to say in rebuttle.

"How long has it been now?" Vegeta asked, wanting to know how long her old man had put him out this time.

"You've been asleep for 4 days. I figured since you hadn't woken up yet that I would re-bandage you. I didn't think you were ever going to wake up." She said.

Do I sense a hint of concern in her voice?

"Hmph, no thanks to your fathers damn sedatives." Vegeta grunted in reply.

"Yeah I guess. They take a while to take affect but when they do they sure last a while." Bulma said as she retreated into the bathroom that connected to the room they were in, "I'm almost done with the bandages. I just have to grab some more."

No thank you.

Vegeta decided he had rested for long enough. It was time to continue training, for now thoughts of Kakarott were in his mind and he could not stand laying here any longer while Kakarott became even stronger every minute.

Vegeta yanked all of the cords and things attached to his body off with ease. He threw the blanket off of himself and slowly got out of the bed. He stood straight, regrettably with some effort, and proceeded to walk to the door.

"You know Vegeta. I don't think exhausting yourself to the point where you need to be hospitalized is going to help you get any stronger. If you ask me, it's going to make you feel worse, not better." She said from within the bathroom as he walked out.

Vegeta snorted as he exited into the hallway, making his way to the gravity chamber.

Shows how much of a genius you are. The more damage that is done to a Saiyan's body after a strenuous battle or work out the more strength he gains once healed. If I get beaten to a pulp and on the brink of death I shall recover with double the strength I had before.

"Vegeta! Where the hell do you think you're going!?" Bulma cried as she stormed into the hallway after him, finally realizing he had left the room.

Vegeta was straining himself to walk tall and strong but it was worth the pain in order to not show that he still hadn't healed fully. It wasn't too bad. He had tolerated worse.

"I'm going to continue training woman. Unless you want the androids to destroy this miserable planet." Vegeta said over his shoulder, still walking down the hall.

She ran past him and stopped right in front of him so he was forced to stop walking. He glared at the beautiful woman before him for daring to get in his path.

"To cross the path of a Prince is just begging for an execution." Vegeta said acidly.

"You are going to turn around and go right back into that bed! You're not fully healed yet! You'll kill yourself Vegeta!" Bulma cried, worry taking over her features at her last comment.

It's a trick. She does not care.

Vegeta chuckled heartily and looked back at her with amusement, "You think you can order me, the Prince of all Saiyans, what to do?"

Bulma crossed her arms and glared at Vegeta. She was none too pleased.

"Even in my current state you are no match for me." Vegeta added, waiting to see how she would reply.

Although her genius mind is reputable, I think her touchy temper is her best quality. So entertaining.

Bulma smirked and stuck her nose up at Vegeta and said, "Well your highness, I think I just gave you an order, now didn't I?"

Vegeta's smug grin faded and he let a small growl escape his throat. He softly shoved the woman out of his way, although she would think it was on the rough side, and walked past her anyway. She had no hope of stopping him.

"Vegeta wait!" Bulma cried and desperately grabbed a hold of Vegeta's bicep, particularly the one that was still wounded.

Vegeta suppressed and groan from the pain of her hold and slowly looked over his shoulder at her. If looks could kill...

"The gravity room hasn't been repaired yet." She said, almost afraid to tell him.

"WHAT!? You mean to tell me I was unconscious for 4 days and you didn't even fix the blasted machine for when I would awaken!?" Vegeta roared in her face, making her slowly let go of his arm.

He turned to fully face her in all his rage. She looked scared for a moment but then regained her never depleting courage.

How is it I cannot make her afraid of me for more than 5 seconds?

"For your information I was looking after you for those 4 days! I didn't have time to fix your stupid gravity room! But you're welcome anyway!" she spat back at him.

"Damn it, I don't want you to look after me! I want you to fix the fucking machine!" Vegeta yelled and grasped at his hair wishing to rip it out of his head, "Why does no one understand that! I don't – want – help!"

Bulma seemed to look saddened by his outburst. She looked away from Vegeta's face quickly, closing her eyes tight and frowning as she crossed her arms over her chest strongly.

"I will retire to my room until you fix my damned machine." He said strongly and walked off in the other direction, "and it better be soon!"

Fucking humans! You'd think this planet was made of rainbows and cotton candy with all of their damned "caring" and "helpfulness" and "kindness". It makes me bring up.