I swear this story is just writing itself using me as a medium. I have never written so many pages in such a short time. Also, I just wanted to rewrite my previous BV story and ended up with a completely new one. It's not even similar :D

Hope you will enjoy it.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me like that? It's creepy!" She snapped, while she massaged her head.

When Vegeta arrived, he expected the woman to be there as she seemed upset, when he told her that he will train in space. Yet, there was no sign of her, just her stupid mother who smiled at him with her stupid smile and blabbed something about cookies. He wasn't paying much attention to it. He was angry, no, he was outraged! He thought that leaving was the solution and yet he found himself thinking about her! Why?! And now he felt disappointed that she wasn't here waiting for him? No, he couldn't feel that! For that matter; he wasn't even the type who felt, who had feelings. Apart from loathing Freeza and despising that clown, he left his feelings behind a long time ago. Still he concentrated on her Ki and went to her, fully ignoring that brainless mother of hers. When he entered the new room which seemed to be completed now, he couldn't see how it would store garments. As he descended to the lower level he perceived that it looked like a gravity room, apart from the obvious fact, that it was bigger and seemed improved somehow. His eyes travelled to the woman as she was leaning inside the wall in some compartment and she was working on something. She only had a short and a top on, half of her hair pinned up, while half of it already hung loose. Vegeta ended up ogling her ass as it stood out since she was bending over. Damn she had a great body! Just as he reached this conclusion he wanted to punch himself in the face but he just ended up scaring her. When she snapped and looked at him, he already composed himself and stood there with his arms crossed on his chest.

"So?" He asked.

"So what?" She looked back at him, not following.

"What is this place?"

"Can't you tell? It's a new gravity room!"

"You misled me previously!"

"I had to, I mean I wasn't aware that you will go train elsewhere. Knowing you, you would just go on my nerves urging me to complete this."

"When will you be done?"

"See? This is exactly why I haven't told you the truth" Bulma said and while she wanted to sound angry she was just amused and couldn't repress her smile.

Vegeta looked at her, then again looked around the room. It looked perfect, just what he needed. He was planning to demand a bigger training room and here it was. Like the woman knew what he wanted. At least know she was showing him some respect! Then he looked at her again and felt certain that it wasn't the case. Then why was she working in this so hard?

"Do you want to see it?" She asked as he just stood there silently.

Vegeta nodded so Bulma began the tour. She explained how the walls are made of special materials to withstand even energy blasts and how she implanted some sensors to absorb the energy to prevent any explosion. She also redesigned the small gadgets which repelled energy once it hit them and the gravity machine was also a new one, which could create 500gr instead of the 350gr what was the limit in the spaceship. Vegeta was impressed, what he couldn't deny. Not that he will tell that to the woman, but she must have some brain after all.

"Why?" Was the only question what he asked after they finished the tour.

"So you won't blow up the house" She answered.

There was no way she will reveal that she is also worried about him, since the last accident. She desperately hoped he won't suspect any other motivation behind her new invention. When she planned this room, she wasn't even in love with him. Or she was, but it was subconscious…

"When will you finish it?"

"A day or two. Just leave me work, don't bug me and then it will be quicker! I'm working on this since 4 months now, so trust me, I want to complete it!"

Vegeta nodded and left. He heard the woman shouting after him:

"No need to thank me, really, I'm happy to be of service your majesty!"

Of course it was impossible not to feel the sarcasm behind those words. He couldn't understand why he should thank her for anything. Thanking something was something common among humans, one of their strange obsessions. Humans were impossible to understand. The more he learned about them, the more confused he got. Not that he made any effort to understand people, but he lived with 3 so whether he wanted it or not, he picked up some things about them. That evening he had a big feast as the annoying blond woman made even more food than she usually cooked. She blabbered something about a celebration that he is back, but Vegeta wasn't entirely sure, as he tried hard not to pay attention. Yet, she had such a high ear-pitching voice that he couldn't fully shut her out. He ate even quicker than normally, just to get away from her.

"I'm so happy that you like my cooking" She smiled. "You know it's so good to see you eating a lot. Somehow my husband and Bulma doesn't eat that much. I'm happy that you live here now as finally someone is appreciating all the meals!"

Vegeta learned a long time ago not to react to anything what she was saying. In the first days he tried to insult her, snapped at hear, shouted at her; only accomplishing that she talked even more. Now he pretended that she was not there.

"You see I'm happy to have such a nice man like you around!"

Yeah, like he is nice… Vegeta couldn't comprehend where she got that idea. He told her once that he killed entire races and blown up more planets then he could remember, still she was obsessed with the idea that he is a nice guy.

"It's not like I had issues with Yamcha, but you are a much better man for my daughter then he could ever be!"

Sure, that weakling was pathetic and he is better… Vegeta just realised what the blond one implied and his fork stopped dead in the air. He needed every willpower not to shout back at her and resume eating. She was beyond crazy! Like he, the prince of all saiyan would mate with a human weakling! She was so below him. Ok, she had some brain as even Freeza's researcher couldn't pull off a gravity machine or even just the energy absorbing walls... She might have made it to be the top researcher, but she was a mere human. Sure she wasn't bad looking even for saiyan standards. Her blue eyes and blue hair made her something exotic, not like that annoying bitch Kakarott mated with. Just then he noticed how he lost his own thought. Vegeta jumped up, threw his fork and knife back to the table and rushed out, almost pushing over Bulma who was just about to enter the room. He stormed to his room, closed the door and leaned against it from inside. He grunted as the image about Bulma's long legs surfaced in his mind. He threw off his clothes and jumped into the shower, only opening the cold water. He stood there at least for 2 full minutes before he was calm again.

Bulma only eat a couple of bites, filled her mug with coffee and planned to go back to the gravity room to finish it when she felt exhausted. She decided to take a quick shower, change her clothes and go back to work after that. She was just about to enter her room when she heard Vegeta howling:

"WOMAN! Come here at this instance!"

She played with the idea not to obey, then decided against it. She remembered how Vegeta dragged her sorry ass into the spaceship to fix that damn machine and she wanted to avoid that. She stopped before the door and was unsure how to proceed. Should she knock? Or should she just walk in? He was expecting her so maybe it was ok to simply enter, but…

"Just open that damn door, not just stand there!" she heard Vegeta's voice.

While she entered she tried to figure out how he knew she was outside. Then she thought about the Ki and how he must have felt hers. As she wasn't capable of detecting it, Bulma often forgot that it existed. She closed the door and searched for Vegeta, just to see him standing only a meter from her. Bulma blushed and there was nothing what she could do against it as it happened instantly. Vegeta stood there, almost naked, only a small white towel was wrapped around his waist. Water was dripping from all over his body, enhancing his muscles behind his skin. When Bulma realised she wanted to tear of the towel, then tear off her on clothes, she bit the inside of her mouth and hoped that the pain will help her get rid of those extremely vivid pictures.

"Look at me!" Vegeta barked at her.

"I'm looking" She answered unable to tear away her gaze from him.

Slowly she raised her eyes to meet his cold ones. Her head was full of questions as she couldn't imagine what he wanted from her. He was almost naked and… then she finally comprehended that something was strange about him. After two more seconds she cried:

"Wow Vegeta, you are blond!"

"Took you long enough…"

"Wha… Are you a super saiyan?"

"Look into my eyes. What colour is it?"

She was totally confused now and had no idea what was this all about. Did he turn into super saiyan while he took a shower and wanted to show it to her? That didn't make any sense.

"Black."

"Do you know what kind of eye colour a super saiyan has?"

It was crazy. Either she went nuts or Vegeta did. Or both of them. She tried to focus on the question but it was hard as her eyes were glued to the sight of his body. She tried to think back. Goku was too far away when he turned into a super saiyan, but the young man…

"Blue!" She called out. "So you are not a super saiyan? But why is your hair blond then?"

"That's the fucking question what I want you to answer! It seems to have connected to this" He said and threw a shampoo to Bulma.

She managed to catch it and as soon as she read the label and again looked on the prince she chuckled.

"It's not a shampoo it a hair dye. A blond one obviously."

"A what?" Vegeta asked, not familiar with the term.

"In short: some people don't like their hair colour so they want to change it. They use hair dye which is basically paint what you can use on your hair."

"What? Don't tell me humans are so stupid that they put paint on their hairs!"

"Some do. And this is the brand my mother uses so I guess when the robots cleaned your room they mistake this for a shampoo."

Vegeta couldn't believe his ears. He never heard about such a stupid thing. Sure, he was already aware how strange earthlings were, like they though a black cat crossing the road in front of them caused bad luck or how they spent tons of money on clothes, shoes and jewellery, but paint? Seriously?!

"How do I get it out of my hair?"

"You wanted to be blond, so I don't see an issue with it" She giggled.

There she was, finally taking revenge for forcing her to repair the gravity machine. She so enjoyed the sight of the angry prince that she completely forgot how gorgeous his body was.

"You!" He cried, stepping closer to Bulma so their noses almost touched.

"You are kind of cute in blond" Bulma winked, not at least intimated by the threatening pose.

To prove that she was not afraid she lifted up her right hand and touched his hair. It felt so nice to feel it under her fingertips that she buried her fingers deeper while they gaze locked. Vegeta wanted to make her feel uncomfortable and she stroked his hair?! He wanted to be angry, yet it felt good.

"Don't you dare to touch me you filthy human!" He finally managed to say and grabber her wrist.

"It hurts you idiot!" She cried out in pain and to both of their bewilderment he released her and stepped back.

Bulma felt irritated with Vegeta reacting so violently to her touch. Sure he most probably wasn't used to it, but it was not like she wanted to hurt him. Then she became aware of her own foolishness. Why was she so retarded that she stroked his hair? Why was it, that every time she was around him she felt herself drawn to him? He wasn't even her type! She preferred men who were polite, had a sense of humour, were loving and gentle… and Vegeta was none of those. Maybe knowing how the androids might destroy her world made her go nuts. And she lost it so much that she wasn't ever conscious that she is cuckoo. That sounded a plausible explanation. While she still rubbed her wrist she said:

"After 100 wash or so, it will eventually come out. You are lucky, it's not a permanent dye."

With that she left the room. She wanted to lean against the door as soon as she closed it behind her, then she remembered how he would feel her being there so she rushed back to her room and threw herself on the bed. She felt miserable and even working on the new gravity chamber wasn't helping much to change that. She slept only 4 hours but even that short time wasn't relaxing as she had strange dream the whole time. She couldn't remember on any, just some fragments like she was trying to bake a cake and the kitchen burned down or she worked on the pc and got electrocuted. Bulma was just finishing her breakfast when Vegeta entered. She planned to leave, avoiding any conversation, yet once she looked at his hair she cracked up and she felt like she will die from laughing. It was just hilarious, too much to bear. Some of the hair-dye washed out, while some still remained. About half of his hair was black, half blond but it was a random mix. He looked like some punk, especially as his hair was contradicting gravity thanks to the strange hairstyles what saiyans had. Vegeta was furious. Normally he couldn't care less how he looked, still this was outrageous. He spent at least 2 hours washing out this shit from his hair and still failed to remove it fully. It wasn't nerve smoothing that the woman dared to laugh on him. He was royal and everyone feared him, yet here she was having fun on his account.

"I'm sorry, it's just…" She began failing to finish and she laughed again.

Vegeta stormed out, deciding to skip breakfast and go train without eating. It took around 1 months until all the blond locks disappeared and his hair regained its original colour.