Hey, so I know I have been a very very bad person. I haven't updated in a while :( But I am now so I hope this chapter makes up for it! I've been very busy with tests and assignments these past 2 weeks at school so my writing was on a hiatus. No worries, I will keep updating pretty regularly :)

Ok hope you like this chapter. Enjoy!

The following day Vegeta slept in until noon. It was quite unlike him but he decided he would get a full night's sleep and cut into part of the day so that he wouldn't need many hours of sleep tonight. He would then train all the next day and the next night to make up for lost time, provided the gravity chamber was finished by then. He also had some specific plans for tonight anyway. He would be able to hold off from training for one more day.

Vegeta made his way to the kitchen and took a long route through the building. He ate a lot of food and then made his way down to Bulma's personal lab. He also took a long route. When he arrived only to realize that she was not there he growled with frustration and punched one of the walls lightly leaving a fist sized hole. He could smell some of her perfume lingering in the room so she had just been here recently.

"Damn. I've been trying to run into her for an hour now. Where the hell is she?" Vegeta asked himself and gave up trying to run-into-her and simply went looking at his own pace instead.

He did not want to wait any longer than he needed. There were only 2 more years left until the androids arrived and he knew that humans took much longer to produce children than Saiyans did so the sooner she could produce an heir the better. First he had to find out her schedule for the day in order to pin point when he should approach her about it.

He went outside and searched for her feeble ki and found it quickly. He was getting better at finding her ki and he supposed that was a good training technique for him, trying to find a very weak energy in the middle of millions of others. Like a needle in a hay stack, except this needle was bright neon colors.

Vegeta flew over to what will be his new gravity chamber and landed beside it. He looked around and when he heard the woman curse loudly he realized that she was underneath the machine. He stood there for a few moments to see if she would come out on her own but when she did not he became impatient and crossed his arms.

"Woman!" he snapped and then he heard a 'clunk' noise and more curses. He snickered to himself.

"Damn it Vegeta!" Bulma yelled and crawled out from underneath the gravity chamber.

She crawled out and sat on her knees on the grass at Vegeta's feet. She was sporting a worn pair of jean overalls that looked like they had seen better days with a bright yellow tube top underneath and a tool belt that hung around her waist. She had runners on her feet and brown working gloves on her hands. Her ocean of curly hair was pulled up in a messy bun and small runaway strands of hair framed her oil spotted face. She looked up him with a flushed face, or was that because it was warm out today? She rubbed her cheek and smeared some grease along her pink skin and sighed from the heat. She looked rather repulsing, actually, but all Vegeta could seem to concentrate on was the fact that her exposed skin was slightly glistening in the sun from her sweat and her scent was unbelievably...

Self control.

"What is it?" Bulma snapped and stood on her feet in front of the silent Saiyan before her.

Vegeta snapped out of it and frowned, "Will my machine be ready in the next few hours? I wish to begin training soon."

Bulma rolled her eyes and slipped off one of her gloves, "No, my royal-pain-in-the-ass, it won't be done in the next few hours. Try the next few days."

Vegeta was not impressed.

"That is unacceptable. It should have been finished by now." He said simply.

"Well you know what, Vegeta?" Bulma asked with attitude as she whipped her forehead with the back of her exposed hand, smearing more grime over her face, "I may be smarter than a Saiyan, but I'm not as fast as one. I'm working as hard as I can for you. And it doesn't help things move any faster when you ask for ridiculous upgrades either!"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her, "What is so ridiculous about my requests?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're going to kill yourself if you train under any more than 200 times Earth's gravity!" Bulma spat in his face as she ripped off her other glove while one of her shoulder straps from her overalls slipped down her arm in the process.

"Please woman, that's child play for me." Vegeta grunted, "Unless you're disguising your inadequacy for concern for me?" he accused.

Bulma's mouth fell open. "I am not inadequate Vegeta! I am perfectly capable of making that machine pull you down harder to the ground with the technology that I have access too."

"You're wealthy, are you not? So you should have access to the best technology Earth has to offer. This should not be a hard task for you woman, yet my machine is still un-operational. Why is that?" Vegeta asked, getting irritated now.

He did not understand how a human of her reputation and status wouldn't be able to do what he had asked from her. Bulma looked like she wanted to pull her hair out and looked at Vegeta with aggravation.

"Yes, I have the money to get my hands on the best technology around, but that's not what I'm saying Vegeta. It's not that I'm not smart enough to make what you want, it's that us Earthlings don't have the technology to make this gravity chamber pull any harder than 500g's!" she explained.

Vegeta looked at the flustered woman in front of him and thought about what she had said for a moment.

Disappointing. I was hoping for at least 1000g's...500 will have to do.

Vegeta considered leaving the conversation at that since she clearly was not going to share her plans for the day with him, but he chose otherwise.

No point in wasting a good verbal spat with the woman. She's already flustered enough as it is.

"Humph, I still think if you were smart enough you'd be able to find a way. Aren't you supposed to be a genius?" Vegeta asked with a smirk.

Bulma sighed tiredly, "Yeah, well sometimes I wish I wasn't, so I wouldn't have to put up with this shit all the time..."

"So when will the GR be ready? Can you at least tell me that, woman?" Vegeta inquired.

"Ugh, I don't know Vegeta! Maybe another day or two—" she said as she walked over to her tool box.

When Vegeta growled loudly at that response he didn't have to say anything to tell her that he was pleased with that answer.

"Jeez Vegeta, alright! Give me one more day, ok?" she asked and scooped her tools up into the box and then started to walk towards the CC building, "I'll start first thing in the morning and get it done by tomorrow night. "

"Where the hell are you going? You should be working for the rest of today, through the night and be finished by morning!" Vegeta yelled at her.

Hopefully she would tell him what she was planning on doing in the mean time. He knew she would never work on anything for him over an entire night without sleeping.

"Hah! Please, Vegeta. Despite what you may think you are not the man that is top on my list of priorities tonight. I'm going out with the one that is." She said matter-of-factly.

Vegeta growled deep in his throat and sneered at her.

That scare-faced imbecile she fools around with is who she is seeing tonight...I'll have to approach her afterwards and make her forget all about that weakling.

"Relax! My dad will keep working on the GR for the rest of the day." She said over her shoulder before she had entered the house.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and looked back at the GR. He could hear the man she called her father inside of the chamber rustling around with something or other.

Great. He'll take twice as slow and make twice as many mistakes as Bulma would.

Vegeta walked off while trying to think of what he was supposed to do now, and then an idea came to him.

He couldn't help it. His primal male instincts were slowly starting to slip from his control. Vegeta assumed that would happen when he started to focus on Bulma more. Her damned smell was getting the best of him. He couldn't even believe what he was doing at that moment; watching her get ready for her "date" through her bedroom window like some inconsequential Peeping-Tom.

He was watching her as she came out of her en-suite bathroom and got dressed. He couldn't wait to see her body up close so he could touch her skin and taste her ...Concentrate Vegeta, he thought to himself. He floated up above the property, crossed his arms and closed his eyes as he concentrated on her ki.

Vegeta decided that he would follow her ki all night until she returned. He would test how skilled he was at sensing ki and following it. Staying locked on to her energy and following it as she blended in with so many other ki's like her own would be difficult, but informative to Vegeta. He wanted to know how much he needed to devote to brushing up on his sensing skills.

It had been an hour since Vegeta floated atop the CC building to focus on Bulma's energy beacon and he growing tired of it already.

If she does not leave soon I will bore myself to death before the test even occurs! Why do these human women take so blasted long to get ready?

Finally he could sense her exiting the building and soon heard her convertible roar to life. Vegeta did not open his eyes to look at her, just concentrating on feeling her energy.

Kami, at last.

Vegeta waited patiently out on Bulma's balcony that was connected to her bedroom by 2 large sliding glass doors. They were closed but the blinds on the inside of her room were open so Vegeta could see inside. He had sensed that she had finally returned home and merely waited for her to get up to her room.

At first he needed to put some effort into following her ki but by the end of the night he was hardly even working at it. After all, she wasn't that hard to follow with her ki rising and lowering so often like a beacon. She was quite an emotional woman; it was like watching a roller coaster go up down the tracks.

Vegeta heard her walk down the hallway from her door and quickly slipped into the shadows of the balcony where she would not see him. He could still see into her room and then he saw when the light from the hall entered her room when she opened her door, illuminated the silhouettes of her furniture. She didn't even bother turning on her light she just simply proceeded to her bathroom and turned that light on as she shut the door behind her.

Vegeta had sensed that her ki was elevated upon returning to the property and had slowly decreased on the way here. She must have been upset or sad about something, from what Vegeta could tell. He didn't want to startle her with his presence at her window so he decided to slowly slip inside without making a noise and knock on the inside of her bedroom door so that it would seem like he had come from inside.

He did just that and as he floated over to her door he could hear her curse to herself from within the bathroom. It sounded like she was referring to her night, and specifically about Yamcha. Vegeta had to suppress grin.

He knocked on the door lightly and waited for her response.

"Ugh, whoever it is go away! I'm in bed and I'm not getting up!" Bulma yelled from within her bathroom.

Although she spoke with her usual commanding tone Vegeta could sense a slight disheartened undertone in her voice. Something must have happened, and it wouldn't surprise him since she smelt of the wrong end of town. Vegeta could smell the cigarette smoke from her hair and clothes and a slight aroma of alcohol.

Where the hell had that weakling taken her? The slums?

Vegeta ignored Bulma's request to her visitor and slowly and silently made his way to her bathroom door. He also could detect another smell underlying the other more pronounced ones. He couldn't quite place what it was, but it certainly did not fit in with the other smells.

He knocked on her bathroom door a bit harder this time and waited once more. He heard her rummage around with something as well as more curses.

"Kami, what did I just say?" she snapped and swiftly opened the door, "I said I'm not—"

She stopped abruptly once she realized who it was and stared up at the Saiyan prince with shock.

Vegeta knew what the other smell was. It was blood.

He tried not have an expression on his face when Bulma opened the door, but when he looked down to see that her left shoulder had a cut on it that was bleeding, and that the palm of her right hand was also bleeding he couldn't help frown with concern.

It is just like her to damage her body right when I need it in peak condition.

"V-Vegeta!" she said, still surprised to see him of all people in her bedroom, "What are you doing here?"

Vegeta looked away from her wounds and looked at her face which still looked surprised. He tried as hard as he could not to scowl or frown too menacingly. That was not the type of mood he wanted to set based on the reason for his visit tonight. He was starting to believe that maybe his eyebrows were permanently knitted together.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." He replied and looked at her intently.

Her surprised expression changed suddenly to one of irritation.

"Yeah well, my plans were changed half way through the night." She said angrily but it was not directed at Vegeta.

She started to run her bloody palm under warm water from the tap on her sink and rubbed furiously to get all of the blood off of her skin. As she did this she started to rant some more, probably more to herself than to Vegeta. He watched how she mended herself, all the while listening to what she was babbling on about.

"But hey, I'm alright. I mean my feelings didn't even factor into the decision to completely ditch me and—"

"Where are you bandages woman?" Vegeta asked.

He had noticed that she was probably causing more damage to her palm than cleaning by how hard she was scrubbing a cloth against it and she had not even become aware that the blood from her shoulder was starting to drip down her bare arm.

"Oh, they're right here." She said and absentmindedly handed them to Vegeta.

She's just in her own little bubble, isn't she? Absurd woman.

"What was I saying? Oh yeah. So I didn't even have a say when they totally ditched me after I had spent so much time getting all dressed up for him and all the time it took to get down to that pit in the ground! Kami, sometimes he makes me so mad!" she ended up screaming by the end of her sentence.

Vegeta hadn't been listening to the last part, however. He was taking out a bandage and set it on the counter beside the sink. He then slipped off one of his gloves and set it on the counter as well. He placed his hand on her shoulder gently and pressed his thumb on the wound, wiping some of the dripping blood off of her skin light enough so that he would not hurt her.

He felt her shiver under his touch and he knew without looking at her that she was looking at him, probably with confusion. He grabbed the wet bloody cloth that she had been savagely scratching her hand with and lightly dabbed it on her wound to clean away the rest of the blood. He then took the bandage and set it on the cut and smoothed it out over her skin softly.

She says she takes care of me yet she cannot even take care of herself.

He glanced up at her face for a moment before looking down at her hand. She had a combination of expressions on her face and there were a few that he could not pinpoint. She looked surprised once again, confused, and also...was it gratitude?

"How did you come about these cuts?" he asked as he grabbed her hand and very gently dabbed her palm as he had her shoulder.

"I-uh...fell..." she said almost speechless, staring at him tending to her wounds.

Vegeta hmphed and smirked with amusement, "My god woman, would you lose your head if it wasn't screwed on too?"

He placed a bandage on her hand and rubbed her palm lightly before letting it go. She immediately brought it to her chest and held it gingerly, looking down at it. It wasn't until then did Vegeta notice what she was wearing. A short form fitting black strapless dress. It complimented her figure quite nicely, and Vegeta had to pry his eyes away from her body to see the expression on her face.

She was blushing slightly, but was looking down at her bandaged hand in an attempt to hide it from him. He could feel her ki rise ever so slightly.

Do I frighten her, or am I making her excited?

"That's not funny." She said, trying to sound so serious and strong but it came out soft and shy, something he had never pictured Bulma as. Well, there was no doubt that some things about her were soft...

But then something suddenly occurred to Vegeta based on her answer to his light hearted joke. He had been concentrating so hard on finding a way to mate with Bulma and when to do it that he had completely forgotten about one important factor.

What if she didn't want to mate with him?

He looked at her, probably with a frown, and tried to read her emotions but she would not look at him. Vegeta was certainly not heartless, despite what the woman may have thought, and he certainly was not lecherous. He was a man of honor and dignity. He would never force a woman to mate with him, nor would he force one to bear his child against her will. He had just assumed that Bulma would want to so he never thought about what he would do if she didn't.

Clearly she did not since she had pulled away from him just now when he was trying to be gentle with her, showing her that he was not here to take advantage of her, showing her that he had chosen her over all of the women on this planet.

No. I will not force this upon her. If she does not willingly wish to mate with me, than I don't want her.

He had to stop himself from growling and glaring at her with anger. He did not want to scare her or give her the wrong impression in the event that one day she would want to bear his heir. However, he knew that he would never find another woman that would be as adequate as her. It could only be her, and no one else. There was no one else for the Prince of Saiyan's but the blue haired beauty before him. He would have to wait for her to want what he wanted, or he would find another way destroy Kakarott's legacy.

She finally looked at him and looked confused again at why he was suddenly frowning. She looked like she wanted to say something and Vegeta took that moment to turn around and head for her door.

"Vegeta, wait!" she called from her bathroom.

He paused at the door, not turning around, and waited.

"Thank you." She said softly, but that was all.

Vegeta opened her door, walked out into the hall, and closed her door behind him.