Japanese Translations

Okaasan and Otousan:Mother and Father
Yamero: Stop or stop it
Itsu: When?
Iie:No
Hai:Yes
Orai:Okay
Arigato gozamimasu: Thank you very much
Kuso: Shit
Nani: What?

Bulma gasped as a semi tall figure emerged from the inside of the pod. It staggered out as if it were off balance before it levetated up into the sky above the hole. The clouds moved across the skies as it grew darker around her, but the heiress couldn't stop staring at the shadow over her as she craned her neck further back. The person, at least they looked like a human judging by their shape, levetating to the other edge of the ball shaped crater, its back toward her as it landed on the ground. Some of the edge crumpled beneith the weight of what could be a man. He was rather muscular from what she could see from her vantage point. He stood ther for a few seconds looking around before taking a step forward and falling flat on his face. The lavender haired beauty lay there for a second, her mind and heart warring over what to do. Her brain told her that it was dangerous to approach what was an unknown life, but her heart told her that maybe that person needed real help and while she was a lone female she was also the only one around him. Hesitating for only one more second she limped over to the still figure laying too close to the edge of the crater. She crumpled next to him as her leg shuddered with pain from being force to hold any weight. Looking down at him she took a deep breath before rolling him onto his back. Gasping with shock she looked down at the male that looked to be only a teen himself, his face handsome in that rough sort of way but covered in bruises and blood. She wasn't sure where it was from, but it looked bad.

Bulma reached into her pack and pulled out a rather large square case. It looked rather like a make up kit for a rather insecure woman, but inside this case were capsules, the oval looking containers an invention from her father. On top of every capsule was a button, the containers themselves all different in size with a letter on each one. The labels were also different colors to match a chart that was on the inside of case lid. Looking in it she looked for the color and letter she wanted. After locating the right one she pushed the buttom of a rather large capsule before tossing it away from her and the downed male.

POOF! A cloud of smoke appeared where the capsule had landed.

After the smoke cleared there stood a small domed building, a rather normal looking home for her, but almost homley looking on the outside. She had wanted something inconspicous so that she wouldn't draw too much attention to herself. There were trees on the side of the road so her home looked rather like it belonged there, not that that mattered much. She needed a place to stay for the night and a place for the pair of them to heal. It took Bulma over thirty minutes to get the young man's stiff body in front of the house after stopping several times for a breather and another thirty to get him into the one bedroom of the Capsule house. Struggling to heft him onto the bed the heiress cursed a blue streak especially when at one point his body fell onto her. Thank Kami for all those adventures with Goku or she would be a weakling. Of course that was one of the reasons she was on her own this trip because he wasn't here. Sighing she finally managed to get the muscular male on the bed where she began to strip him of most of his torn clothing. She left his pants on as she really wasn't all that comfortable having a half naked stranger in her home much less one that might not have underwear on under the spandex clothing that he wore.

She quickly and effeciantly tended to his injuries before covering him up with a white sheet from the closet in the room. She really didn't feel like fighting to get the blankets out from under him and she didn't feel right about leaving him uncovered. Leaving him to rest she took the first aid kit with her to the couch where she began to take care of her own injuries. Once again thanks to those adventures with Goku she knew how to deal with injuries no matter how big or small and knowing how to reset a broken leg was a small one compared to what she had to deal with when traveling with the small monkey tailed boy. After wrapping her leg up tight she headed for the kitchen to make a small meal for her and her companion. She figured that he had only passed out and would need nurishment when he awoke not knowing that as soon as she started their meal that she would have company as the male in question awoke to find himself in an unfamiliar place, his last known memory one of getting out of his pod. He shuffled out of bed, his dark eyes alert to the sounds around him as he moved toward the door only for his knees to buckle under the weight of his slouching body before he found the ground with his knees.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" she yelled as she rushed to his side after the intial fear of seeing the alien male awake. Maybe it was the fact that he looked like Goku in some sick way or maybe it was that he was helpless at this point but for some reason she found her fear vanish. Forcing her arm under his stiff body she helped him back to the bed, most of it forcing him back to the soft comfort as he glared at her, suspision in his black orbs. "You're supposed to stay in bed," she stated, her tone scolding. His gaze softened as he looked her over, his eyes taking in her beauty and her exotic coloring that the male had obviously never seen with the way he looked a little dazed.

"Have I died and gone to heaven?" he inquired in a whisper causing the lavender haired teen to giggle. He sure was funny.

"What do you mean?" she asked as she continued to giggle.

"Are you an angel?" Bulma stared at him in surprise. Had he really mistaken the place he was in as heaven? She looked around her at the room with a shake of her head.

"No. My name is Bulma," she stated. "You are on Earth and I'm an earthling." He just stared at her, his expression one of a little boy who was lost. "What is your name?"

"Prince Vegeta," he said before blacking out, his body falling back onto the bed. Bulma sighed before heading back into the other room to complete the meal she had been preparing. After eating her portion she stuck the other half in the small fridge before hobbling over to the couch to sleep. It seemed that she had only been asleep for minutes when in reality it had been hours as the sound of something crashing in the other room, the door hanging wide open.

"Not again," she muttered as she quickly got up the images in her mind not at all what she found when she entered the room to find her patient on the floor, his hands and knees on the floor as he forced his body to straighten up. She rushed to his side to aid him, a scolding on her lips when he growled to her as he smacked away her hands from his body.

"What do you think you're doing, Onna? Leave ME alone!" he hissed making the teen step back as she watched him try to move one leg to stand on his foot. It took a few minutes for him to force his body up and within seconds he found himself falling with a gasp of pain and shock.

"Oh," she whispered feeling sorry for him. She tried to assist him again, but again Vegeta slapped her hands away. "Whatever," she muttered before dissapeared into the kitchen to feed herself. Ten minutes later found the alien male limping into the room with a scowl. She didn't even turn to him as she ate her meal.

"I'm hungry, Onna," Vegeta growled only to find Bulma standing up, her plate in hand as she headed for the sink.

"I have a name," she growled as she changed her mind and turned to the diswasher to the right of the sink where she placed her one plate, her movement slow and calm as she reigned in her temper.

"Yeah... Onna," he replied with a small smirk. Bulma slammed the dishwasher closed before turning her sparkling cerulean gaze on the Prince standing at the table, his expression blank as he continued to smirk at her. She didn't notice that his hand resting on the table was shaking as his knuckles turned white.

"My name is Bulma. B-U-L-M-A," she grated out angerly as she glared at him, her gaze never wavering as her leg began to throb.

"Onna. O-N-N-A." Vegeta smiles slyly. 'This is kinda fun. Nice to know that there is at least one person on this mud ball that has spirit.'

"Damaimas, baka," she growled as she headed for the den, her walk slow as Vegeta reached out and roughly grabbed her pale slender arm. He yanked her back and slammed her into the wall next to the table. Vegeta's eyes widened when he realized his mistake as her eyes rolled up into her head before her body went slack under his hand.

"Oh, fucking shit," he growled as he caught her before she could crumple to the ground. "Did I kill her?" He moved her to the couch he had seen on his way to the kitchen where he placed her before he fell to his knees next to it. He was getting his energy back, but it was taking time that he wasn't used to. He put his pointer and middle finger up to her neck to feel for a pulse. 'Good.' He took a deep breath and sighed with relief. 'I just knocked her out.' A few minuted later later her eyes fluttered open to stare up at the ceiling over the couch.

"What the fuck?" she moaned as she reached up to touch her now aching head. "I feel like a hundred ton ape just played raquetball with my head."

"Not quiet one hundred tons, maybe 200 pounds," came a rough response that drew her attention to the male sitting at the end of the couch next to her feet.

"Nani?" Bulma questioned as she looked into his dark eyes questionably. He grunted at her searching look.

"I slammed you into a wall." He looked over at where he had slammed her, no dent or anything in the structure. "I didn't realize that your body was that fragile." Bulma frowned as she sat up.

"I'm normally not," was her stiff response. "You just caught me off guard," she muttered as she turned on the couch, her feet hitting the ground with a wince that she hid well before standing to make her way stiffly toward the front door. As soon as she was out she took a deep breath allowing her body to relax before she limped over to a small pond that was by the house. Bulma sat on a stone next to the clear water and looked at still dark skies above her. Bulma sighed as she moved to the grass next to the mini pond where she whispered, "I wish I were home," Looking at the stars above her as they faded she shook her head. "No, I don't," she murmured minutes later. "I want to find him." In the distance the sun began to rise making the darkness fade into light. Bulma felt that way now as the darkness of her thoughts gave way to brighter dreams.

Vegeta crept over to the pond to see what the woman was up to seeing as she hadn't come back and he was still hungry, his stomach growling its iratation at not being fed yet. As he grew closer he saw her small form lying on the grass, the sun rising higher as she again began to talk to no one as she was alone.

"I want to find him," she whispered sadly. "I'm so lonely, so tired of not having that special someone." Vegeta watched as the sun rose higher above the horizion, the colors making the water turn into a splash of colors as the heiress stood up. She began to head toward his hiding spot next to the trees that littered the space they had stopped. That was when the alien male noticed that she was limping, her face tightened with pain as she drew closer.

He stepped out scaring the human female as he said in a questioning tone, "Onna?"

"Nani?! What the hell are you doing out here?" The lavender haired heiress wondered how much of her musings the male before her had overheard, but he didn't seem to be looking at her, but at her bandaged leg that was hidden under her long black pants. "You are supposed to be taking it easy inside," Bulma scolded as she pushed the surprised Vegeta back toward the Capsule house, her attempt to keep his thoughts on his own injured body somewhat sucessful until they got to the small house seconds later where he turned and held her in place, his large hands grasping her upper arms.

"What happened to your leg," he asked gruffly, trying to act all tough and uncaring as he looked down at the injured limb.

Bulma frowned before growling, "Nothing is wrong with my leg!" The teen pulled away from him, trying to look unemotional as she huffed away from him but Vegeta reached out, grabbed her arm and pulled her back into him before throwing her over his firm muscular shoulder. "Yamero! Put me down!" Bulma screamed, pounding on his muscled back. Then she noticed a brown, furry thing peeking out from Vegeta's tail bone as the extention of it was wrapped around his lanky waist. Is that a tail? Goku had a tail. It really didn't seem to bother her since she had seen one before, but she was curious as to why this male had one too.

"Iie," was Vegeta's reply as he walked back into the house where he laid her back on the couch. He pulled up her right pants leg and when it didn't give, he ripped it clean of as Bulma stopped struggling to whine about the ripped pants.

"Those were good pants, asshole," Vegeta frowned up at her as she cused at him.

"What did you say?" he hissed at her language.

"I said, Vegetable Head, that those were good pants."

"Iie, Onna. Now tell me what happened to your leg?" He paused as to wait for her, but when she said nothing he continued, "If you are to help me then you need to be able to walk. I will not be carrying your fat, lazy ass around." Bulma stared at him in shock before frowning at him in displeasure not realizing that he was saying something so off the wall that she had never even talked to him about. She had helped him because he was injured, but he was talking as if they were on some mission.

"When you landed..." she faded off.

"Did I hit you?" Bulma shook her head.

"As I was trying to get away, the aftershock knocked me forward and that's all I remember. When I awoke the bike was laying close to my leg while I had landed a few feet from the hole. Nothing major." Bulma reached over and touched Vegeta's strern face, something pulling her to touch him. "Where did you come from and why are you here?"

"It's a long story," he muttered, "and I really don't feel like talking about it right now." Vegeta headed for the bedroom where he shut the white, metal door with a slam. Something must have set him off, but Bulma just closed her eyes before passing out.

Several days later found Bulma waking up eight after spending most of the week with her new compainion taking care of him and him of her. Seems that he was pretty close mouthes when it came to his life. He never really talked, but he did seem to care in his own weird way as he continuelsy bothered her about her leg. Bulma climbed off the couch and limped toward the kitchen, her leg healing reletivly fast for most humans, that was how it had been most of her life, where she made breakfast for the both of them. Now that she knew how much he ate she was better prepared when it came to feeding the alien royalty. He sure did act like some royal monarch with his demanding attitude and yet he seemed to eat as much as her younger friend Goku. Maybe they knew eachother, it was possible. After all one had a tail and the other had had a tail.

After piling it onto several dishes and balancing them on one tray, she made her way into the bedroom where she set the large tray onto the bedside table so that she could wake Vegeta up. She didn't know how, but she had come to serve the alien his food every meal time and although he seemed to wake up earlier than her on most mornings he didn't seem to leave his bed, not that she was aware of anyway.

"Vegeta," she whispered next to his olive toned face. He didn't move, so she said his name a little louder while shaking him slightly. The male in question muttered somthing just before he he turned over, his eyes open wide, yet the look in them dazed and far away. Before the lavender haired teen could blink she found herself under a still very groggy Vegeta. She gasped at the pain in her wrists that he was grasping very tightly above her head, his bands of steel fingers wrapped tightly around her slender wrists. "V-vegeta?" she whimpered questioningly as she tried to move her arms only to be pushed further into the softness of the mattress. Vegeta blinked in confusion as his eyes focused on the scene before him. He moved off of her as he released her.

"Onna?" Bulma rubbed her red wrists, the marks like she had been bound by rope. She could tell just by looking at him that he felt sorry for what he had done so she tried to lighten the atmosphere.

"Hai. Who did you think I was? Some evil guy after your soul," she joked questioningly.

"No," he grumbled as he sat up, "I just don't... What are you doing in here anyway?" Bulma thought about asking him about what he was going to say, but decided against it when she knew that he would evade her. Funny with them only having known each other for just a matter of days she felt like they were falling into a rather familiar pattern like old friends.

"I brought you breakfast, Veggie-chan," she said as she pointed to the large plates of bacon, eggs and toast. "I thoght you might be hungry." Bulma climbed off the bed and headed for the door before remembering what else she need to say. "Oh, Veggie, I thought I should tell you that I am leaving within the hour." He had just stuffed a handful of toast in his mouth when she said that so when he looked up she swore that she was looking at Goku when he gorged on his food.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was heading out on an adventure before you crashed into me." A pause. "You can come if you want," she paused again before she continued, "That is, if you have nothing better to do." Vegeta's response was a mere grunt before grabbing some of the bacon. She said nothing as she exited the room and headed for the bathroom. He was like Goku and yet at the same time they were nothing alike. Her young friend was rather cheerful and also rather clueless at times. Vegeta was constantly glaring and seemed to know more than he let on. Thirty minutes later Bulma emerged from the bathroom with a towel around her thin form and one on her head. "Oh," she squeaked
as she ran into him outside the door. "I didn't know that you were out here."

"I was waiting for the shower of course," Vegeta stated rather roughly. "You do take rather long showers for someone with such a small body," he said as he sidestepped her, entered the bathroom and closing the door.

"What a jerk," Bulma muttered under her breath as she headed into her room to get dressed, the comment about her body making her look down at herself. She was curvy in all the right places with a bust that would make most girls older than her jealous. She emerged from her room ten minutes later dressed in sky blue daisey dukes, a white shirt, and her light lavender hair up in a ponytail. She walked over to the couch, grabbed her black pack before heading for the occupied bathroom. The heiress knocked on the door a couple of times before finally getting a response.

It was rather rude, the tone that he used as he yelled out over the shower spray, "Nani?! What do you want, Onna?!" Bulma frowned as she banged on the door one more time before letting him know she was leaving in twenty minutes and if he wasn't out then he was going to be in a world of hurt. "You will not time me while I am in the shower, baka Onna!" Silence as he went back to showering. She thought he was done, but then he said, "As if some little thing like you could do any damange to someone like me."

"Men," Bulma grumbled as she stepped outside into the warm sunshine. "Think they own the world." What Vegeta didn't know was that the house would shrink if Bulma wanted it to and with him inside of it he would be in a world of hurt. The heiress had never tried that before, but she was rather tempted to with his attitude toward her. Vegeta emerged outside twenty-five minutes later, but still wearing his black spandex, which was almost nothing when one considered all the holes in the suit, with white gloves and all. "Vegeta?" she asked pointing at his body.

"Nani, Onna?" Vegeta asked scowling before a smirk appeared on his face. "Are you admiring what you have never seen before?"

"You took a shower and put the same grungy clothes on." Vegeta looked rather shocked at her blunt response and the fact that she didn't rise to the bait like she normally did. He liked that about her. He shrugged.

"So what. I have no other cloths and besides," he said with an arch of one one of his brows. "Why should that bother you? This is me, not you." Bulma frowned now, her eyes glittering.

"When we get to the next town, I am buying you some new clothes," was her response as she turned from him to capsize the house. Vegeta was a little surprised, but refused to show it as she put the capsule back in her box before pulling out another one.

"Whatever," Vegeta grumbled as Bulma decapsized an air bike before she hopped onto it, her eyes meeting his dark ones. She sat there for a moment as he looked at her mode of trasportation, the look in his eyes one of distrust. "What is that?" he asked suspiously.

"This is an air bike, a form of transportation on Earth" When Vegeta still did not approach the bike Bulma explained further, "It's safe, besides people ride these or air cars." Vegeta inched toward the rumbling machine, touched it hesently before getting onto it behind her. "Hold on!" Bulma hollared over the engine before reving it.

"To what?!" Vegeta inquired as Bulma hit the gas and the bike flew back almost knocking Vegeta off. Vegeta instictively grabbed onto the sides of the bike, but they didn't help. He could feel his gloved hands slipping.

"You can put your arms around my waist. It's safer than holding on to the bike and easier too." Vegeta slide his arms around her waist and Bulma gasped at the pleasure from the contact as Vegeta's eyes widened at the electrical current that rippled through him at the simple touch. He had never felt this with anybody and they wern't even touching skin on skin. After an hour on the road, they arrived at the next town where they imediatly headed to closest store that held clothing, a little place called Body Art Called Clothing. Bulma dragged him into the rather large store and about an hour later she had managed to purchase him dozens of pants in a varity of textures and just as much shirts, but as they were leaving Vegeat noticed a white shirt hanging on a rack marked NEW! He grabbed her and dragged her back to the rack in question all the while she is screaming about being manhandled. He grabbed the shirt from the display and Bulma smirked at the words in black, bold lettering across the back.