A/N: Alright people so I this story will not take longer than two weeks for a new chapter so please don't get impatient. Alright back to the story with all the changes to the Dragon Ball timeline. And please don't stop reviewing I appreciate your opinions and suggestions and such so keep it up.

Disclaimer: Chapter 1

The Coldhearted Saiyan

Vegeta wanted to destroy this entire planet. He was angry that the stupid Saiyan boy, Kakarot, had managed to paralyze him when he turned into the Great Ape. He was angry at being stuck on this planet. And he was angry at the fact he had to stay with the annoying girl until he could move again.

It had been two days since they all got to Capsule Corporation. Two days of Vegeta doing nothing but glare angrily at the ceiling. He had repeatedly yelled at the annoying girl who seemed to check on him every five minutes. He didn't need her to do anything but get him food and she was not a very good listener. He figured that when he got better she would be the first to die.

Which made him think back to the night of the battle. Why did he save her? He grew angry as each second passed and he was no closer to getting himself an answer. He decided to suppress the memory of that night and focus on how the hell he was going to get off this planet. No doubt Nappa and Raditz were searching for him but they didn't know where to look. And with him being on the far edge of the galaxy and none of Freeza's planets were nearby he figured it would be a long time until they reached Earth.

He let out a low growl in his throat as the door flung open again. "Hey Vegeta, how you doing?" Bulma asked cheerfully.

"It is Prince Vegeta woman! And I am paralyzed remember?" He said trying his best not to yell at her again. When he yelled at her she wouldn't bring him food. And after two days of nothing to eat he was willing to keep his voice low for some food.

She walked over to the side of the bed and smirked. "So Prince, where is your kingdom?"

Vegeta could barely move his head so he turned it ever so slightly in her direction. "My planet was destroyed years ago." He said flatly. He saw that she looked concerned and so he turned his gaze back up at the ceiling.

"It was destroyed. How?" Bulma said sitting down on the bed.

Vegeta was fuming at having to be stuck with this annoying female. He kept his gaze on the ceiling. "It was blown up. Stop asking me questions. You will be lucky if I don't blow up your planet."

Bulma looked at him oddly. "Why would you do that? We didn't do anything to you." She said innocently.

"Because this planet pisses me off and I still don't know how I got here and when I will be leaving." He said clenching his teeth. He looked down at he felt his stomach screaming for food. "Now bring me some food."

Bulma smirked again. "Not a chance."

Vegeta looked at her again and she could have sworn she saw steam coming out of his ears. "I haven't yelled and I demand you get me food now."

Bulma continued to smirk then folded her arms across her chest. "First I want to get to know you."

"What is this? You think just because I am paralyzed that I will bend to your every whim so that I can stay alive? I would rather die."

Bulma shrugged. "We will see about that. If what you say is true that you and Goku are this alien race of Saiyans then I know that your stomach will break you."

Vegeta so wanted to kill her right now. How dare she blackmail him, does she even know what he could do? Obviously, that is why she seems to have fun with this. "I hate you." Vegeta said through his teeth.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Oh you love me. You just don't know it yet."

Vegeta visibly flinched when she said that. How could she be so dense? "Woman if you do not bring me food I will kill everyone on this planet."

"How are you going to do that if you are paralyzed?"

"You will see if you do not do what I command!" Vegeta raised his voice. He was tired of her little games.

She frowned. "If I do, then can we talk a little bit?"

Vegeta opened his mouth to threaten her more but he stopped. This was no longer a battle of strength but of the mind. He just needed to play along until he was better, which could take months. He closed his eyes and let out a short breath. "Fine…" He mumbled in anger.

She smirked with victory and stood up. "Alright I will bring his majesty's food." She said sarcastically.

Vegeta seethed as she left. What was with this woman? Who was she and why did she think that she had some kind of power over him. He thought back to the night he first appeared on the planet. She had said that she had brought him here. If so then she knows how to get him back. He thought for a moment how to get her to talk when the door swung open again.

Bulma held a tray of food and walked back over to Vegeta. She sat down on the bed and set the tray on the nightstand. Vegeta went to reach for it when he realized that he couldn't move his arms. Bulma caught this and smiled. She proceeded to grab a spoonful of soup and held it towards the Saiyan's mouth.

Vegeta held his mouth shut and glared at her. "Come on, you know you can't do it yourself." She said with a grin.

Vegeta grudgingly opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him as if he were an infant. Oh he was going to destroy this entire planet when he was better, first he needed a ship…

After almost an hour the tray of food was gone. The sun began to set outside as night slowly came. Bulma then progressed to lie down next to him and rest her head on his chest. She was taking full advantage of him being paralyzed. She began to trace his armor with her fingers as Vegeta eyed her angrily. "So Vegeta, how old are you?"

Vegeta didn't answer at first as he resisted the temptation to bite her. He then had an idea of how to get his answers while making sure the annoying girl kept bringing him food. "How about a deal?" He asked.

Bulma glanced up at him. "A deal? Didn't we already make a deal?"

Vegeta smirked knowing he got her attention. "It is simple, a question for a question an answer for an answer. It would be unfair for just you to have your questions answered as I too have questions."

Bulma looked up at him and studied him for a moment. She then smiled. "Alright that seems fair. First me, how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Really? Well that is convenient because I am sixteen."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. 'As if I care,' he thought. "How did I get here?" He asked.

"I wished you here with the Dragon Balls."

Vegeta looked at her dumbfounded. "The Dragon's what?"

"The Dragon Balls. They are these seven magical balls that when you get them all together a giant magical dragon comes out. Well you saw it the night you came here. And then he grants you any wish you want."

Vegeta didn't buy this at first but then he remembered the massive Dragon from when he appeared on the planet. Then he saw those seven balls shoot up into the sky and scatter across the planet. Bulma took his silence as he was processing the information.

"Where did you come from?" She asked.

Vegeta hesitated at her question. Not because he didn't want to answer it but it was a very confusing question. "I already told you, I come from Planet Vegeta."

"Yes but you said it was destroyed long ago. So now where do you live?"

Vegeta groaned but answered her question. "I don't live anywhere. I move from planet to planet."

"So you have no home?"

"Don't need one."

"Everyone has a home. Even a Saiyan Prince." Vegeta frowned.

"I don't have a home! Now if you are quite finished it is my turn."

Bulma glared at him then looked back down at his armor and continued to trace it with her fingers. "Fine, go on."

"So how does one collect these Dragon Balls?"

"That's easy. I made a Dragon Radar that can track all the Dragon Balls making it easier to find them."

Vegeta was conjuring up a plan in his mind. 'Interesting,' he thought. "And it will grant you any wish you want?"

"Yep."

Vegeta immediately withdrew his plan to get off the planet and back to one of Freeza's planets. He began to think long and hard at this new development. Why would he want to go back to being under control by that bastard that has made his life a living hell? It was now obvious that he no longer wanted to return to Freeza. At least not right away.

"Where are your parents?" Bulma asked softly.

"Parents?" Vegeta had not used that word in the longest time.

"Yes, the King and Queen of the Saiyans." She specified.

Vegeta thought for a moment. His father was dead, killed by Freeza's hand but his mother…

"They are dead."

Bulma glanced back up at him. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Save your pity. They died long ago." Vegeta was still trying to think back to his mother. 'My mother, why don't I remember her?' He thought.

"What were they like?"

Vegeta was starting to get annoyed by her questions because they were making him think about it instead of a plan to use the Dragon Balls. But this question did really make him think before answering. "They were great warriors. My father was the strongest Saiyan at the time of his death."

"And your mom?"

"I… she was a great warrior." He said. Bulma frowned.

"You already said that. What else about her?"

Vegeta looked up at the ceiling. His father rarely spoke of her, in fact he tried to avoid the subject altogether. He didn't remember even a picture of her. Why was this so hard to remember?

"She died when I was really young."

"So you don't know a lot about her?"

Vegeta stared at the ceiling oddly as he tried to conjure up some image of his mother. "No," he said quietly. He glanced down at Bulma and saw the sadness in her eyes. "Stop that."

She tilted her head. "Stop what?"

"Stop caring about me. I am going to blow up this planet when I am through with it." He said coldly.

Bulma giggled and then got up seeing that she had outlived her welcome. She grabbed the empty tray of food and went to the door. "Sure you will Vegeta."

Kami's Lookout.

Kami looked down at the planet. He was following this Vegeta very closely. His heart was dark and confusing and his power was too much. Goku hadn't realized that he had saved the planet twice in one night. Mr. Popo walked up to join the old guardian.

"What is it Kami?"

"I fear Mr. Popo that this Saiyan will not change in time. I have this sense that he was brought here far before his time. We have no one on this planet that could match his power." Kami sighed and turned around to Mr. Popo. "If he doesn't have a change of heart we will all be at his mercy."

1 month later,

In the first month of his paralyzation, Vegeta had begun to recover rather quickly. Though he was not close to a full recovery he could now feel his arms and move them, but his arms were not at full strength. They were weak and he felt as if he were an infant. One month of doing nothing but being fed by the annoying girl and having her talk constantly drove him mad. He was starting to get used to her daily conversations and found it slightly easier to talk to her.

He found out much about her, much to his dislike. She was a scientist apparently and a smart one at that. She was also the richest heiress in the world and very popular, like he cared. But he still listened to her ramblings, why? Because he had nothing else to do. He found it irritating how she constantly cuddled up to him and lied next to him when talking. Apparently he was supposed to be her prefect boyfriend. Whatever the hell that is.

But whatever that meant obviously it meant for her to constantly be harassing him while he tried to come up with a plan using these Dragon Balls. While his plan consisted of moving again, getting back to a hundred percent, and then getting the Dragon Radar and getting those balls. His wish, to be immortal. Then he would never go back to Freeza, unless it was to kill him. Then he would… well he didn't know what he would do after that. Destroy the planet? Well then he would get rid of the Dragon Balls, but then again after immortality he wouldn't really need to wish for anything else right? Maybe rebuild planet Vegeta and rule the universe from there or something. After all he could just build another spaceship. Vegeta had been the one to design Freeza's pods after planet Vegeta was destroyed and he could probably build a larger one with the tools on this planet. The problem was he didn't know how stuff on this planet worked.

That was where the annoying woman would come in. He would force her to assist him on a ship and in return he would spare the planet. Or maybe just take her with him making her his slave and blow up the planet. He hadn't decided that part. But something about her was starting to get to him and it was really annoying. The past week she had been really adamant to figuring out about his mom. Though he ignored her for the most part that didn't stop her from berating him. If only his arms were at full strength…

As if on cue the door swung open. "Hey Vegeta how are you feeling today?" Bulma walked in still in her robe and slippers. Vegeta never did sleep more than a few hours of sleep.

"Paralyzed as usual. Where is my meal?" He said demandingly.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "A simple 'good morning Bulma how are you' is too much to ask for?"

Vegeta closed his eyes and smirked. "Why would I say that when you don't wake up until the afternoon?"

Bulma folded her arms and glared at the Saiyan. "It is still morning. And don't be jealous of those of us who need beauty sleep." She huffed.

Vegeta looked at her. "No amount of that would help you."

Bulma clenched her fists at her side seething with anger. "Or you, you dumb Saiyan jerk!" She groaned and stomped out of the room.

Vegeta smirked with victory. Oh he knew she was up in the morning. He could hear her moving around all morning and then she would come in about two hours after she was up to put on the illusion that she had just woken up. He caught the glint of makeup on her and the faint smell of perfume. She would make herself appear prettier before going in to see him. He didn't know why she bothered, she was considerably annoying and he didn't find any attraction towards her. He didn't have time for such carnal thoughts. Then again all he could do is think and he had been doing too much of that lately.

And unfortunately the only thing to think about, besides his plan, was the annoying girl. He found her somewhat attractive after all he hadn't been around women that looked like Saiyans or humans so this attraction was fairly new to him, and he hated it. He didn't like it when his eyes began to wander on their own towards her when she would be lying next to him talking at night. He hated that he liked the scent of her hair and the touch of her skin. He hated how she always came to talk to him and he grew to enjoy it. No, enjoy was too strong a word more like he grew to accept it.

Vegeta began to feel quite useless. He had always been doing something when he was working for Freeza. Whether it was killing in the tyrant's name or training, Vegeta was always occupied. But now he was stuck like this for at least another couple months. But while he did all this thinking he began to question himself in the slightest. Though those thoughts did not remain long.

Bulma opened the door again and walked in. Vegeta raised his eyebrows looking at her. She was wearing a pink shirt that revealed a little too much for a girl as well as the smallest shorts he had seen in his life. And she was holding something he knew he was not going to like.

"What do you want?" As hard as he tried his eyes didn't leave her.

Bulma grinned and held up her hand with the items in it. "I figured you could use more clothes. So I took the initiative to get you some." Vegeta huffed and folded his weak arms across his chest.

"I don't need any garments. I am fine in what I have on." He said flatly.

Bulma rolled her eyes and walked over to him. "Oh come on Vegeta. I took all this time to go out and get you something. And I think I picked out something quite nice." She held up the shirt which was a plain blue shirt that looked a little small for him. 'Figures,' he thought. Then a pair of black pants.

Vegeta just turned his head away. "No, besides how do you expect me to change?"

Bulma smirked mischievously. "That's where I come in."

Vegeta turned back at her and his mouth dropped. "Woman do not come near me." He warned her.

"Too bad." She said. She set the clothes down and sat on the bed next to him. Vegeta would have thrown her across the room if his arms didn't feel like jelly. He simply glared at her as she reached at him and grabbed the bottom of his armor. "Arms up." She said. Vegeta didn't move a muscle. She sighed. "Fine," She knew full well that he had just begun to move his arms and that they could easily be moved against his will. Vegeta clenched his teeth as she pulled the armor up off him without his help. Then she reached down and grabbed his under shirt and pulled that off as well. She leaned back and took a moment to look over her Saiyan.

Vegeta had several scars on his well-defined body. Bulma took a moment to stare and Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her. "What are you staring at woman? And why are you drooling?"

Bulma shook herself out of it and wiped the drool from her mouth. 'I was drooling!? How embarrassing.' She thought as she grabbed his shirt. "Oh, shut up and put your arms up if you don't want to sit here shirtless." She said. Vegeta rolled his eyes and put his arms up as best he could. Bulma slipped the shirt on him and frowned seeing that her show was gone. Vegeta got unnerved when she began to take his boots off. She took off all of his old armor and clothing and he was replaced with regular human clothing.

Vegeta looked from the annoying girl to his clothing. He sighed and looked back up at her. "Are you finished?" He said, his voice dripping with annoyance. Bulma smirked seeing that he didn't lash out at her.

"Well I must say you look like a regular human." Bulma looked down at his waist and frowned. "Except for that." She said pointing at his tail. His tail was curled up in his lap as he could not move it either.

Vegeta eyed her suspiciously then looked down at his tail. "You have a problem with my tail girl?"

Bulma raised an eyebrow and looked at his eyes again. "No I am just curious about it. For starters I can guess that all Saiyans have a tail." She paused for a few seconds and Vegeta didn't say a word as he just glared at her. 'Correct,' she thought happily. "And that it lets you turn into that giant ape thingy."

"Oozaru," Vegeta corrected her.

"Right, but besides that what else does it do?" She asked.

Vegeta's expression changed into a look of mild confusion. He had not thought about that in a while as he looked down at his tail. "It gives any Saiyan more strength." He said remembering that some Saiyans had their tails cut off in battle and their power levels dropped a little. "What else does it need besides that?" He spat out looking back up at her.

"Geez I was just asking." She rolled her eyes and grabbed his armor. "I never asked you about this armor you wear."

Vegeta was annoyed that she was so interested in him. Nobody was ever this interested in him. Not Freeza not his subordinates and not the millions he's killed. Beneath that annoyance he felt something else growing from this but he ignored it. "It is the armor of all Saiyans. Be careful when you wash it, it is dry clean only."

She turned and began to walk out. "Yeah whatever."

"No seriously they begin to lose their elasticity if you don't." He said as she walked out. Vegeta found his eyes dropping to the spot they had been going for the past week or so. Vegeta was glad she never gave the thought of looking back and seeing him staring at her bottom as she walked away, but then again what did he care?

After she left Vegeta tried to think back to his plan but his mind returned to that annoying girl, Bulma. He was on the breaking point of actually learning to accept her presence and this annoyed him further. The trouble with all this was the fact Vegeta had never spent time around women alone in general and he did not like this strange attraction towards her that started growing. But she was tolerable for the time being as the one thing he hated was when her mother came in while she was out. Her mother was border line crazy and senile. But that only made him appreciate the girl's presence even more.

She was, regrettably, the thing that was most on his mind. Not just her body or annoying personality but all the small things he noticed. Like the fact that her hair and eyes almost perfectly matched. Her eyes were probably the thing that caught his attention the most. They were not blue not even close, they were somewhere between light blue like the sky or deep blue like the ocean. They were the color of a sapphire with light from the sun hitting it. 'Where the hell is this coming from?' Vegeta shook his head to rid him of these stupid thoughts but to no avail.

A few hours went by and, on cue, Bulma came in the door with a tray but Vegeta noticed something different about her. She seemed to have that weird stuff she calls make up on her face. "Here is lunch oh mighty Prince." She said sarcastically as she set the table on his lap. She got unnerved as his eyes never left her. "What?"

Vegeta stared at her for a few more seconds then looked at his food. He lifted a shaky hand and grabbed a sandwich and brought it to his mouth surprising both of them. Vegeta hid his surprise that he could already begin to move his arms well and smirked at the girl. "Why so surprised?" He said before taking another bite.

Bulma grinned. "Looks like you are recovering as fast as you thought good." She turned around and went over to the mirror in the corner of the room and started putting on her earrings. "Maybe next time you could be the one taking me out."

Vegeta finished the sandwich and looked at her curiously. "What are you talking about?"

She put the second one in and turned around with a big smile. "I am saying when you get better we can go out like a normal couple, but for now I am just going to go with the back up."

Vegeta looked back down at his tray and grabbed another sandwich trying to look only half interested. "Back up?"

"Yeah, Yamcha is taking me to the mall today. Don't worry this is strictly friends so you don't have to get jealous."

Vegeta had raised the second sandwich to his mouth then he dropped it after she said that. He scowled at her. "I am not and never will I be jealous!" He said firmly. He looked angrily at the fallen sandwich but did not reach for it.

"Stage one is denial." She said as-a-matter-of-factly. He looked up at her.

"Stage two is when I blow you up." He said in the same tone.

"You always resort to threats. Live a little won't you?" She turned sharply on her heel and went to the door. Vegeta looked back at the sandwich as Bulma turned back. "I will be back in a few hours and we can talk some more. See ya!" She said leaving.

Vegeta's lip curled slightly in anger. 'The nerve of that woman to throw out accusations and treat me like her pet. I will show her. She thinks she is some hot stuff but wait until I… why am I angry?' He pushed those thoughts out and reached for the sandwich. In truth he was far weaker than he let on in front of her. After that second sandwich he found that he was dead tired already. He cursed his weak body then turned his head for a little nap. But as he did the annoying girl found her way back into his mind and she stayed there… even when he began to dream.

Fin.

A/N: Aww, little Vegeta is starting to develop feelings. And if you are wondering there will be no Yamcha bashing in this story. He is simply a "friend" but will Vegeta find out that he does have competition later on? And how long will it take him to recover fully? Please review and let me know what you think.