A/N: dunseeme741 and I had a casual talk and she asked me what I thought would happen if Vegeta and Bulma met on Earth in a universe where Frieza was killed by Vegeta. Well here's my take on it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball nor do I generate any profit from this. This is for entertainment only.

Note: For this chapter

Italic = the past before destruction of Planet Vegeta aka Vegeta-sei (Vegeta aged 5)

Normal fonts = Present time (Vegeta aged 28, same age during the Freeza Saga)

2nd Note:

Due to the inconsistency of the DBZ timelines in the OVAs and the animation, I'm using 'Bardock – the father of Goku' as a time guideline. So Vegeta is 5 years old when Planet Vegeta was destroyed.

Fitting in: part 2

~Present time~

"I'm going to kill him!" Bulma's voice could be heard as she stormed the corridors of Capsule Corps, going from room to room, searching for her elusive 'guest'.

Barely over 2 weeks and already her guest had come close to driving her up the wall; close only because she lacked the ability to climb the side walls to the celling; or fly.

The first time he managed to drive her nuts, he had wandered the layout of Capsule Corp in the middle of the night and raided her fridge. She wasn't mad about the fridge, not even after he had destroyed its door, but she was infuriated at him for moving about in his condition. If he was hungry, he should have called for her; that was what the button on the side table, next to his bed was for. He stubbornly refused and had rather preferred that he staggered and dragged his barely, no… not even close to healed body to the kitchen.

The second time he had almost given her a heart attack when she found him on the floor beside his bed. She later discovered, most of the information from the 'alien' horses' mouth that he hadn't fallen off the bed, he was getting his body back in shape… with push ups; collapsing when the pain became too great for him, that part she summarised when he failed, refused to explain why she found him lying on the floor. Her brows twitched as her temper rose to the surface, then… she screamed at him.

Not that it helped.

It happened again the next day. Once again he had ignored her warnings that his body wasn't strong enough for strenuous exercises. He had only himself to blame when he had proven her right, the stubborn mule had collapsed once again, you'd think the guy would have learnt… but this time, he had torn his stitches open causing his wounds to bleed once again on top of inflicting further strain on his already battered internal organs.

Leave it to the guy to aggravate the situation. Damn moron! Someone should give the guy a gold medal for the Masochist Olympics.

The whole drama resulted in him being unconscious for 2 days. Two whole solid days of blissful rest and peace, for him at least, the same couldn't be said for his caregiver, but if there was one consolation to be had from that incident, this would be it; it allowed Bulma the chance to see to his injures without having to fight him all the time.

And the 2 days of rest had done fairly much for his injures, unfortunately not enough for his recovery. No one could recover that quickly, especially one who should have died, having been exposed to the dangers as he had. He survived but still had some ways to go before he made a full recovery, something made harder due to his stubbornness which so happened to be on par with his recklessness.

Then again… if he was anywhere the same as her childhood friend, Goku- then it shouldn't at all be a surprise. The guy had always pursued new challenges, always ready to train for long durations of time; not even injures could slow him down. He was a bottomless pit; that part proven identical when her guest cleaned out her fridge of a week's food supply in one night during his food hunt. And an alien… what a shocker; what type was anyone's guess. Her guest wasn't much of a 'conversationist', the most she got out of the whole summary was this alien species was known as a Saiyan, a warrior or fighter type, seeing how Goku always seemed eager to charge head on into a battle. And her guest, Vegeta demonstrated his need for exercise; just like Goku.

Sigh… If only her friend had a phone or some other way of communication. Then maybe she could shut him up with his constant demands where Goku was, which in turn meant one less headache for her.

She resumed her search, now that Vegeta was able to walk about without much aid, he was proving to be a challenge for her to keep up with. The guy couldn't be found if he didn't want to be found. She couldn't decide which was worse, him being an ass, wanting to get out of bed with a broken body or him up and about doing random shit now that the worse of his injures had passed.

With all these constant interruptions, it was getting harder to find time to meet project deadlines, much less have ample time for anything else. At this rate it would be some time before she finished fixing his scouter.

And it's his fault!

That guy has got to get a hobby, something to get him out of unnecessary trouble and off her back.

…

"Oh good morning dear, you're just in time for breakfast" her mother called from the kitchen.

"Can't now, Mom!" she gave a hurried reply as she continued her search.

2 seconds later Bulma stopped in her tracks and began retracing a few steps back, she looked into the kitchen; coming close to a boiling point when she finally located the source of her headache.

Vegeta ignored her as he concentrated on the meal, now this tasted better than the raw fare he sampled moments before that woman's mother came into the kitchen; or that gruel she fed him for the first few days he stayed.

"You- JERK!" she screamed, shocking everyone, including their black cat, Tama. Vegeta, however, kept on eating, ignoring her completely.

"What's wrong dear?" Panchii asked as she brought over a fresh pot of coffee.

"Did something happen, Bulma?" Dr Brief looked up from his papers.

"What happened!? What happened?! This guy's what happened!" Bulma pointed straight at Vegeta, who was seated opposite her and across the table, emphasizing her statement; growing more pissed when he blatantly continued to ignore her.

"First he broke my room door, then I found my shower curtain affixed to the door lintel!"

"As I recalled, woman, you said you needed some basic privacy, that's as basic as it gets" Vegeta said after he polished another plate clean.

~~~~~~~~~~ 6 AM, 3 hours ago ~~~~~~~~~~

"Don't you knock!?" Bulma screamed when she exit her shower to find Vegeta standing in her room.

"Considering you couldn't hear me break the door down, I doubt you'd be able to hear me knock" Vegeta crossed his arms as he regarded Bulma dressed in nothing but a towel.

"YOU PERVERT!" she blushed, throwing various random items around her at Vegeta; he dodged most of it, knocking most of them out of the way. Her cosmetic container was next and his attempt to smack it only made things worse.

The container broke upon contact, unable to withstand his strength no matter how little strength he used. Powder quickly dispersed in all directions, there was powder on the floor, some parts of the wall and on both of them. Vegeta coughed, as did Bulma; both of them temporary crippled by the lack of vision, choking slightly as powder got into their mouths, noses and eyes.

"Now look at this mess!" Bulma complained the moment her vision returned.

"Who was the one throwing things?!" Vegeta countered.

"Who was the one who came barging into a lady's room!?" she fumed, then blinked when Vegeta trust his hand forward towards her, baring a towel… and that towel looked awfully… familiar. She blushed in multiple shades of pink and red. She quickly snatched the towel and ran into the bathroom, the whole time screaming what a jerk he was and how much she hated him.

…

"My scouter" he asked when she finally emerged.

"I told you I need time" she glared, still upset over his intrusion of her privacy amongst the other incidents that happened moments ago. "Our technology isn't as advanced as yours so put a lid on it. I said I'll fix it and I will. I would have made some progress if you hadn't given me nothing but trouble for these past few days. I couldn't even take a piss or a shower for one minute without you giving me grief"

"Hn. Don't blame me for your incompetence, I've done nothing but mind my own business. You're the one who keeps butting into mine and I don't need to know what you get up to behind closed bathroom doors" he turned his head elsewhere with a snort.

"You-! You know what? Fine! I'm going to see about that scouter and I expect you to be at your best behaviour so I can work in peace, you think you can do that?"

"Hn. Whatever" he'll just catch up on some training, no big deal. He turned to leave the room.

"By the way, you're cleaning up this mess and fixing my door"

"What?!" he looked back just before he exit the room.

"You heard me, it's your fault it's broken to begin with. I'll be back later and I want to see some results" Bulma crossed her own arms as she moved past him. "Look, just help me patch it up a bit ok? A lady still needs her privacy, basic at the very most. I'll order another door this evening, until then this will be temporary. It's not a difficult task, even a lady can do it. If you're really stuck then ask my father" she turned back just as she left his company, heading in the direction of the lab.

How dare she! Vegeta glared at her retreating form; ordering the prince of all saiyans around like a servant. He looked down, glaring even harder at the broken pieces of what's left of said door before an evil grin made its way to his face. It shouldn't be too hard to play 'nice' with his hostess, all she needed was the basic necessity for the day and the way he saw things, some re-adjustments to be made as well.

Oh he'll give her results alright and much more. It's only fair.

~~~~~~~~~~ Back to current time ~~~~~~~~~~

"I thought you would have used some bit of cow sense (common sense), or has most of it disappeared into your hair!?" she fumed.

"For your information, woman, my hairs stays the same from the day I was born. Second, I'm a Saiyan, the Prince of a proud race of warriors" Vegeta explained to the ignorant woman in his presence.

"My, isn't that sweet of you to fix Bulma's door, Vegeta. It's a small matter, dear. The repairs should be done by tonight." Panchii beamed as she placed a plate of food in front of her snarling daughter. "Eat up dear, you'll feel much better after breakfast"

Vegeta continued eating, paying no attention to Bulma or her overly gleeful, ditzy mother. The other person at the table was silent enough to suit his preference; the woman's father, Dr Brief.

"It's not just the curtain, the jerk rearranged the layout of my room! Do you know that he placed the toilet facility and by that I meant the toilet bowl in the middle of the room?! Which idiot does that!?"

"Recall what you said this morning, woman. You claimed you didn't have a minute to visit the bathroom, well now it's in the middle of your room. Convenient enough for you?" he smirked, not in the least bit sorry. Her insults thrown off his back, it was worth it just to see her riled up.

"Interesting choice of floor plan… Just capsulize it and place it back where you want it, Bulma" Dr Briefs reached for his cup of coffee.

"Getting worked up will age you quickly, dear. Here have some orange juice" Panchii settled a glass of juice beside her daughter who was doing her darnest to calm down.

"I see you're both still not convinced, I'll give you another example. I went to the toilet, the one in the 'middle' of my room" she glared at Vegeta as she stressed on the current location of her body waste facility. "When you push down the handle, do you know what should happen?"

"Wouldn't the toilet flush, dear?" her mother asked, confused at her question.

"Very good, mum. The toilet should flush, but in my room do you know what happens? The tap goes on, the lights go on and the shower goes on!" Bulma gave a heavy groan of exasperation.

Vegeta's smirk widened, not in the least bit bothered to 'explain' his actions; feeling smug at the results.

"One flush for all that? Hmmm… is this the usual practice for Saiyans?" Dr Brief wasn't asking Vegeta that question, he was merely stating a possible finding on the alien's habits. "Tell me Bulma, what happens when you turn the tap?" he asked as he raised both brows.

"Then my toilet starts to flush. And flush, and flush, and flush! It just kept on flushing until you turn the tap the other way!" she stabbed at her food, taking angry mouthfuls at a time.

"My scouter"

The enquired item came flying towards him. He caught it with relative ease, ignoring the insults that came with it after. He left the table and walked towards the living room, he settled it against his ear to test it out. He switched it on, so far everything seems fine. He tapped onto the communication network, pressing down on the button to see if he could get a signal from either Nappa or Raditz.

Finally some static could be heard.

"Who's this, answer me!" he tapped on his scouter impatiently. "I swear if you don't answer me in the next 2 seconds that will be hell to pay!"

"Jerk" she turned her back towards him, not in the mood to do any work at the moment. Instead, she took up the tv remote; switching the channel to her favourite drama, which so coincidently happened to coincide at the precise moment Vegeta thought he heard a voice.

"Finally! Speak up!" Vegeta growled his orders.

"I love you, my darling" a man's voice finally came on via his scouter.

"What the hell?" Vegeta was stupefied at the reply he got. "Who the fuck is this?!

Bulma squealed with delight, finally after 27 episodes, he was going to propose to her. She held her breath as the man went down on one knee.

"I ask you now, on bended knees if you would make me the happiest man in the world. Would you marry me?"

"GO TO HELL!" Vegeta shouted into his scouter.

"Will you quiet down!" Bulma looked over the couch, annoyed at Vegeta's outburst; damn now he made her miss some parts.

"I'll build a home for us and our children"

"How's about you fuck yourself in the ass and-" He caught hold of a cushion Bulma threw towards him. "What the hell was that for, woman!?" he growled, turning his attention to her.

"It's Bulma and I'm trying to watch a show! Keep your voice down!"

"Don't even begin to think you can order me around woma-" the voice from the television caught his attention.

"With you by my side, I would forsake all else. I would love you like no other man would. Darling, please say yes"

"Say yes… come on. Say yes" Bulma was on the edge of her seat, grasping the remote control tightly when all of a sudden, she felt a strong tug, causing her to lose the remote. "Hey! What are you doing!?" she all but screamed in horror as Vegeta hit the red button on the remote, turning the television off.

He followed up by removing his scouter, putting it on speaker.

"My love, I've waited so long for this moment… hold me in your arms and I'm yours forever. I don't care what the world thinks, I love you and only you"

"Tune in next week for the next episode of 'The price for love'"

Bulma blinked, confused then surprised when she connected the dots and the look of annoyance present on the Saiyan's face. Oops.

"Back to the old drawing board" She took back the scouter and switched it off; how embarrassing. Still, the only way about it was to trial and error, she had never fixed a technology she had never seen before but she would learn from mistakes and do better on the next round. She'll get it to work, this she swore.

"My scouter was supposed to be able to transmit messages through space and beyond, woman. Not for this bullshit!"

"Ahem. If I may-"

"Get off my case, royal jerk! I told you before we don't know such technology, it would have been easier if I knew how your technology works but since I don't, I have no choice but to trial and error! I said I'll get it fixed and I will, it won't kill you to exercise some patience!"

"If I may cut in-"

"WHAT!?" the pair turned at the new voice, the impact of their combined yell seemingly powerful enough to push him a step or two back, shocking Dr Brief as he regained his balance.

"As I was saying, hmm... what was it again? Oh yes, I have a few questions I would like to ask. General answers regarding your transportation if I may, my boy?" he asked.

"I'm not a child and I'm not yours. What of it?" Vegeta could not wrap his head around the unusual old man... or his wife.

"Your means of transportation was damaged beyond any possibility of repair but amongst the debris, however, I was able to salvage some fragments of interest and something very unique. Might I ask if this is what I think it is?" he held up an object Bulma never saw before.

"That's the pod's self destruction unit" Vegeta recognised the small device.

"WHAT?! DAD, GET RID OF IT!" Bulma practically screamed, her face turning as pale as sheet to be so close to something that could blow up.

"Truly? This is very remarkable" Her father however, did not seem to be in sync with his daughter's panic. Instead he looked at the tiny thing and marvelled at how something so small could actually pack that much power to destroy the Saiyan's means of transportation, even the materials used for that was sturdy. Just imagine the possibilities, if they could build a ship that can withstand elements... hmm maybe he could up the stakes by making them resistant to catastrophic imparts, such as the meteor their Saiyan guest ran into.

"Can't you shut up, woman! It ceased its usefulness the moment the Pod was destroyed! It's no longer functional, damn it!"

"Are you sure?" she asked, still reluctant to take her eyes off that thing.

"Why don't you throw it against the wall and find out?!" Vegeta's irritation went up another notch.

"It's true, Bulma. I've been tampering with it for a bit and it hasn't reacted once" Dr Brief nodded at his daughter.

"My god! You went tinkering on it without knowing what it was?! I can't believe it!" at this rate, Bulma swore she was going to age faster.

"And what about this?" he brought up another broken item with a melted off edge to it, showing it to Vegeta.

"That's a galaxy map system unit, mostly used as a broadcast unit whenever we arrive at any planet.

"Oh, there are others?"

"Hence why I need the repairs to my scouter" he gritted his teeth as he gave his answer, glaring daggers at Bulma.

"I'll get it fixed, just you wait!" Bulma growled her reply back, sending him a glare of her own.

"I'm waiting and I don't see results. Care to argue your case?"

"You! Just you wait, the one I make will make yours look like a kid's toy!"

Both hotheaded individuals stared down the other, determined to argue and prove their cases when there was none to be brought forth at the moment.

"Actually, there might be a chance to programme that lens according to your requirements. As it is, we managed to salvage some parts, with the appropriate research and study we may be able to replicate or better yet, obtain better results with sufficient insights from our findings in the finished product. Tell you what my boy, give Bulma and myself time. I promise you, you will reunite with your friends" Dr Brief reached forward to pat Vegeta's shoulder, a dangerous approach on any other given time.

Vegeta glared hard moments before he moved his shoulders, dislodging the elder's hand off him; becoming further annoyed when the old man took no offence at his actions and laughed good naturedly. The elder continued to address him as one would regard a son, completely oblivious to any obvious sense of danger. Fool! He was no son of his, nor was he nice! If not for the fact that he still had a need for them, he'd- FUCK!

"FINE!" he turned elsewhere, annoyed at himself at his apparent weakness! His turn to be blissfully unaware of Bulma's sudden smile when she caught the secondary meaning of his ranting. It had not escaped her, how he so 'easily' gave into her father's wishes; giving him some level of respect despite his mouth suggesting otherwise, earning him some redemption points in her book.

"Good good. I will need to see to this..." then he realised that the Saiyan was currently wearing the same old white shirt he wore 3 days ago... it was no surprise, they had nothing else that could fit him, aside from his old shirts and pants and there were the yukatas he wore during the earlier part of 2 weeks; even that supply was dwindling. There was nothing else he could use, and it was always the same 4 pairs; in a repeated cycle, from the wardrobe to the washing machine and back again. That had to change.

"Since I will be busy. Why don't you find something else to do until I get the results, Bulma? I think our guest requires a new set of wardrobe, don't you think? I'm surprised you haven't done that already, but seeing that he's able to move about, perhaps it's a good idea to get him more suitable clothes, shoes... oh you know the works" he suggested to his daughter, giving Bulma something to do in the meantime; not that it was a chore to her, she absolutely loved it.

"I'm still standing here! Don't even start talking about me like I'm not!" Vegeta didn't know what this conversation was about, but he certainly didn't want a part in it, not after he saw that twinkle in the woman's eyes or that smile on her face.

"That's a wonderful idea!" she quickly jumped onto that suggestion, more than willing to subject him to a whole day of shopping with her. Something she knew he wouldn't like, Yamcha didn't either after all and she knew how to drag the hours doing so. But on another note, her father was right. Vegeta had stayed with them for 2 weeks and she felt bad not realising she had neglected to get him anything decent to wear, even if he was likely staying for a short duration.

That needed to be remedied.

"It's settled then, come with me. You stink, you need a shower, after that we're getting you some new clothes unless you want to wear those torn rags. Thanks to your stubbornness, you've ruined them because of your 'training', keep it up and you'll be naked. Unless you think it's proper to go around in your birthday suit. We're getting them so no arguing with me" she began walking towards the bathroom, one that was still functioning properly; without his hand in altering it. "What? Need me to draw you an arrow to follow or something? Try to keep up" she added that in when he failed to follow her.

"Ch!" he grumbled under his breath but followed behind her.

...

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" Vegeta yelled the moment he came out of the bathroom, horrified at the choice of clothes Bulma left for him.

"Don't over exaggerate, Vegeta. Everything else is either torn or in the wash. Just wear it"

"If this is one of your clothes!" he refused to be seen in pink.

"It's not! It's my dad's old clothes, the last one that fits you. It's just the fashion" she smirked behind the safety of the closed bathroom door. Oh that was the fashion 20 years at least. "Look, the faster you get ready, the sooner we can get the shopping over and done with and you won't have to wear that, but until you have something else decent, those will have to do"

"I look ridiculous!" he cursed as he made his entrance, not surprised when she laughed. "Stop it!"

"I'm sorry" she snickered, nowhere 100% sincere in her apology.

"Whatever! Do what needs to be done before I decide to leave no eyewitnesses!" he growled once again as his tail bristled, hidden inside his current clothes.

"Alright, bad man" she winked at the confusion in his face. "Think of it as a camouflage, prince. You don't want to stick out like a sore thumb, attract any unnecessary attention. They don't teach that to warriors?"

"Hn!" Vegeta refused to comment on that, if he was to be miserable he might as well be miserable on his own terms; but this shopping thing was something entirely new to him and that itself might be a challenge even to a Saiyan.

He watched Bulma from the corner of his eye, quickly noticing the joy in her features that seem somewhat almost sinister? Somehow... he had this premonition that she might be plotting against him, get back at him for his stunt earlier in the day. For one thing, he was at least absolutely certain, the choice of clothes she picked for him was deliberate.

To be continued ~

Alright here it is, part 2 rewritten...

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