Disclaimer: I dun own anyfin.... god dammit

Vegeta threw another punch towards...Eh... nothing as he continued to train in the gravity simulator. He had come accustomed to training in shorts now. His body co-ordination had been enhanced over the recent days. He felt so close to supersaiyin he could feel it.

Bulma's parents had recently came back from their busness trip. Bulma had been sitting down wondering about a particular saiyan prince when her father walked in on her. She acknowledged him with a nod.

"so sup dad,"

"well I invented these new enhanced training bots for Vegeta. I thought it was better then fixing the old ones he broke" he said puffing on a cigarette. " I thought maybe you should give him them they work perfectly up to 700 times Gravity."

"Why can't you give them to him?" she said.

"When I turned on the video screen he growled at me. Apparently he was mad at something. When I tried talking to him he said 'get lost chimney head. I am yet to decipher what this means but I think he is mad at me. So be a hun and do this for me."

Bulma chuckled. Her dad may have been a legendary scientists but his social skills were next to none. She retrieved the bots from his arms and headed towards a training Vegeta.

She knocked at the front door and almost immediately a blast shot through the chamber and scathed very slightly the right of her face. She looked onwards stunned in her tracks.

"How many damn times do I have to tell you to leave me alone old........Women" he opened the door to reveal Bulma. She had a cut that was bleeding now.

"OLD WOMAN HA" she screamed at him. Knowing this routine he locked his fingers in his ears to prevent any damage, "well you can forget about the training bots then".

He eyed the bots and reluctantly stepped forward towards her. She stood her ground.

"Give me them Women" he countered back.

"NO! (Vegeta holds his ears)" she screamed once more "first you blast my face then you rub it by not saying sorry!" she began to sob."do you know how much this will scar!"

Suddenly she felt a hand hold her chin with two fingers.

Vegeta sucked slightly on his free hand's index finger and then rubbed it on her tiny wound.

She looked up at him dumbstruck. Her wound rapidly vanishing.

"Our saliva has a chemical that allows an increase in the rate of cellular activity, mainly repair." He said Wiping her blood off on his shorts (to her dismay). "so scabbing is not needed and the skin heels too quickly for bacteria to enter the body, therefore no scar forms."

She paused at the interesting discovery before he spoke again.

"It is called saiyanium A (lol). It is similar to the strand saiyanium B which is found in the tail, however that chemical reacts when catalysed by blood sway, the chemical of the moon, allowing us to evolve into the Ozaru."

"Ok Vegeta but why did you do this" she didn't realise what she was saying, "Why did you help me?" She appeared to be coming closer steadily.

"To get the bots off you" he said. 'way to break the moment' she thought."What did you expect."

"oh nothing" She said, "Well tell me this?" a grin floating on her mouth.

"What is it Woman? you're wasting my time." He said standing straight again.

"Well if you can do this why don't you lick your wounds?" she continued as a sweat drop formed at the back of Vegeta's head. "like your back, its filled with scars".

He almost blushed as he began to yell at her random question "What the hell woman! Do you think me a feline"

"no but"

his blush widened until his face was burning red "And HOW do you propose I go about licking my back!" He flared "you are one of the biggest dooshbags I have ever seen"

"Well at least I'm a kind one bearing Gifts!" she yelled at him, "All you do is wait for me in the simulator ready to lick my cheeks!"

Because of that she thought her life flashed through her eyes, bracing herself to be knuckled to death by Vegeta, but the answer she received was not at all expected.

"I would have licked your brain too if I could, I think its in worse shape then Freiza right now"

Bang, right in the stomach. Thats were Vegeta got her with those words. She handed him the bots and stormed of cursing him. He continued to stare at her.

Bulma began to realise how stupid her questions actually were. 'Stupid stupid Bulma you just showed him how stupid you are' she thought hitting her palm against her head as she continued her long walk off the garden.

"Hitting your head won't help that brain issue!" Vegeta chuckled loudly at her. He heard a distant scream of frustration as his reply and his grin grew wider. He took his new treasures inside the simulator.

Bulma sat back down on her couch when she heard knocking at the door. She then heard someone coming in.

"Hey babe, just hear to check up on you" Yamcha waltzed in followed by puar.

"hey Yamcha" Bulma's pleasant voice returned her anger over Vegeta had quickly disappeared.

"I'm just going outside to train" he said running for the door caring not for her answer.

"Yeh just watch out for Vegeta, he's got new toys and I think you shouldn't annoy him!" she yelled back to a gone Yamcha.

She found a magazine next to her and opened it desperately trying to find something to do. She let out a long puff.

"Everyone else is working so hard to get ready for those androids while I'm sitting around the house doing nothing. I wish there was something I can do." She said cupping her chin with her right hand.

" BULMA, I stopped by the bakery today and look what I bought for us." Bulma's mother just entered holding a tray of cakes. "Nice ha, don't these look scrumptious." She continued her squawking. "Now which one do you want"

"they're all yours mum I'm not very hungry," Bulma exclaimed putting her hands behind her head.

"What, but Bulma whats wrong with you. Are you feeling lonely because all the boys are spending all their time training and not spending time with you" her mom said "thats it isn't it dear"

"oh please (exaggerates the please), I'm just not very hungry" Bulma yelled uncharacteristically.

Mr briefs then walked in yawning

"You know I'm starting to thing Vegeta is a few cards short of a full deck" Mr briefs said putting his hands behind his head. Bulma looked on wearily. " it wasn't enough to have the simulator create 300 times gravity for him, now his demanding that I create more equipment for him to train with and all he is going to do is break it."

"somehow that doesn't surprise me at all" Bulma answered.

"Well," her mother cut her off with her annoying voice, "I think its great he works so hard."

Everyone looked at her with wide eyes.

"Oh sure, his training hard, but don't you think his overdoing it a bit" Mr Briefs Exclaimed, his daughter agreed with him.

"Oh no I think its very admirable. In my day a man that showed that much dedication to anything was definitely husband material," Bulma's mom replied. "A girl would be crazy to let him get away." she continued sipping her tea and after a few seconds developed a shocked look on her face, "oh no, what am I saying, I'm a married woman."

Bulma and her father looked at her startled.

Vegeta fought to dodge the shot he just created. The bots where using it as child's play bouncing it back towards him.

"I can do this", he told himself over and over as he continued to dodge the powerball.

His evasive techniques were working fine until the ball shot straight at his face carving small cuts over his right cheek.

He fell to the ground. Apparently his reflexes had increased due to training in shorts, because if he was wearing the heavy weighing space suit he wouldn't have been able to recover quickly enough to counter the deadly powerball with another.

The ball he created wrestled with the other until Vegeta couldn't take the pressure anymore and detonated them.

Bulma was eating her share of cake when an explosion rattled the ground. She looked out of the window, cake spluttered on her face. There was the wreckage, but were was Vegeta. She ran outside followed by Yamcha. Not knowing what she was doing she screamed "Vegeta!".

She looked around and finally at the ruble.

"I knew this would happen," Yamcha said, "he's been trying to do the impossible."

"Were is he" she frantically replied not taking heed to what Yamcha was saying, "Vegeta?"

She frantically tried to dig him out wondering why Yamcha wasn't helping.

Suddenly a hand popped out of the ruble launching Bulma back onto Yamcha.

She screamed at the apparent appearance of a disembodied hand. She realised it was the hand that dislocated her wrist a few days ago. She got the urge to kick it but then decided against it.

After a few seconds Vegeta's hand wasn't the only one to exit the ruble, his whole body then pushed out of the broken concrete.

"Are you okay?" Bulma asked concern flooding her.

"Of course I am" Vegeta mumbled, his hard cold voice in all sorts now.

Bulma sighed deeply with relief. However her face quickly turned to anger.

"How dare you, you dweeb you almost wrecked my house what are you trying to prove" she screamed.

Vegeta stood tall and began to laugh. However that small task drained nearly all his energy and he fell back onto the ruble.

Her anger disappeared as fast as it came and she rushed to Vegeta's side. Pulling him up to a sitting position she looked at him with concern in her eyes.

"you need help", she said eyeing his bloody body. He was hurt real bad.

"No I don't need help I've got training to do" he mumbled. She figured that much remembering the other time he said that... he was terribly mistaken.

"you've got to stop training for a while" she said concern growing within her. "I mean look at you, your a complete wreck"

" But I feel fine i'm a saiyan. I can take a little pain it means nothing to me" He exclaimed "and I have to get stronger then Kakkarot".

"ok sure we all know your a tough guy but you need your rest now."

( Me: I'm Bored)
" I take orders from no one!" Vegeta said rising...... and falling.

"oh no!" Bulma yelled and took vegeta into her hands once more. He was however unconscious now though.

Vegeta woke up in bead an oxygen mask on his mouth. He found that Bulma was sitting on a chair next to him sleeping. 'What is she doing here' he though attempting to get up. His muscles had failed him twice already this week. He could hardly move. He looked back at the women.

'the female species, first they treat you like dog crap on there new shoes, the next second they're kind to you'. He stared at the woman. A weird feeling clasped around him making him shiver. He couldn't remember the last time he received this much care. It was clear that he saw the woman as different from others. She had a very feminine appearance but very feisty and apparently not afraid of a blood thirsty killer saiyan. He felt an uneasy feeling for her. One he never felt before. He quickly forgot about it as he began to remember his recent dream. He coughed slightly accidentally waking Bulma up (to his dismay)"

"Ah mister miracle is awake" she said a tear of relief flashing down her eye.

"Bah what do you want"

"Well Vegeta" she said rubbing her eyes, "You've been out for almost a week and seeing that you've recovered slightly is great." Her face turned straight to anger, "however your EXPLOSION tore of my balcony!"

Vegeta began to worry for his life as she approached him arms clenched.

To his delight she relaxed and sat next to him on the bed. "But I'm glad you're okay" She began combing his hair with her hands. To his surprise it felt quite good. As all his body trembled with pain, that one area, his head, had relaxed under Bulma's fingers. For that moment in his life he relaxed, not caring about anything around him but Bulma's masterful hand. It drove energy and vitality into him. She suddenly stopped.

Vegeta found that he'd been closing his eyes and smiling through the whole thing. Bulma got up from the bed and went towards the door. Vegeta stared at her.

"WAIT... the Prince of Saiyans did not tell you to STOP!" He yelled at her

"Well who in the world is going to get dinner ready!" She yelled back "don't you want to eat. Well what is it?"

Vegeta had a hard time thinking about this so he gave up and let her go. After she left the door he almost immediately felt his stomach tense. 'not this time' he thought

Bulma was halfway down the stairs when she heard Vegeta scream "Woman!".

"What!"

"help me get to the bathroom!"

She grinned widely. "Coming!".

A few days had past and Vegeta was back to training. However he was nowhere near full health. Only a half an hour in and Bulma was on the video screen arguing with him. He had told her repeatedly to leave him alone but to no avail.

"Vegeta! To bed NOW!"

"NO!" Vegeta continued to throw kicks

"NOW!"

"NO!"

"NOW!"

"NO!"
"NOW!"
"NO!"
"NO!"

"NOW!"

"HA! tricked you. Now go inside!"

He had had enough "WOMAN leave now before I …..."

He lost his balance landing on his previously injured leg and hyper extending it. The 500 times gravity didn't help either.

A huge crack was heard and than a yelp of pain.

Bulma rushed towards the simulator after turning it off from the lab switch. She opened the door and saw Vegeta sitting down hands over his leg.

"OH MY GOD, Vegeta your leg is broken" she said putting her hands towards her mouth and rushing towards his side.

The panic increased in the simulator.

"Don't worry" Vegeta panted trying to calm the mood down "I know what to do"

"You need treatment!" she screamed "NOW"

"don't panic don't panic I know what to do" he said calming down "do you remember what I did with your wrist, well this is the same thing"

"Yeh, but Vegeta this isn't a small dislocation its a..."

"Will you shut up Woman and look at the way a saiyan recovers from such injuries." he said grabbing his leg "oh GOD that hurts"

"VEGETA!"

"Listen its just a matter of rearranging bones" he panted, through clenched teeth, desperately trying to relocate his crippled leg.

A squishing noise was heard and a sharp bone penetrated from Vegeta skin.

"Whats that?"Vegeta asked himself out loud. He touched it. "OW!"

It hurt him a lot. "HMMMMMMMM. Woops I think thats my bone" he looked at it stunned. He than tapped it once or twice and a sound penetrated his ears. "Yep definitely my bone. What would you say woman... WOMAN!"

He called for her but eventually found her as white as paper on the floor.

When Bulma opened her eyes she found Vegeta sitting on the floor of the simulator. She got up and approached him.

"As it pains me to say it, I was wrong Woman. It is very much broken" Vegeta said levitating his leg with his hand. She fell onto the ground her legs up in the air.

"What are you doing standing there on your head, I need medical assistance!" he yelled at her

she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him towards capsule corp cursing his insolence the whole way there.

Two days had passed since that day. It was the dead of night and Vegeta found it to be a great time to train. He wasn't fully healed, but he could limp back to the Gravitron. He got up and dragged himself to the door.

"Were on earth do you think your going". A lamp turned on next to Vegeta's bed on a desk he knew too well. "if you think your going anywhere then your badly mistaken"

Vegeta turned around sweat trickled down the side of his head " And what if I go" he said regaining his grin.

"I will take it personally to break your leg again!" she screamed.

He returned to his bed defeated. He was too weak for her now. If she so much as lunged on his leg it would probably break again. 'I'll have to sneak out later' he thought.

"oh yeh and if I catch you training I will switch the simulator off and detonate it, even if your still in it" she grinned at her triumph.

"DAMN YOU WOMAN!" he yelled at the annoying female that sat by him.