The gravity chamber was red, the force pulling down every part of him. Struggling to keep on his feet, Vegeta sent a blast at one of the training bots. The bot easily bounced the blast around to the other bots, each go around sending the blast Vegeta's way. The force was brutal, and a moment of lost concentration sent Vegeta to his hands and knees.

Trying to gain control of his body against the gravitational pull, Vegeta realized that the bots were tossing the ball of energy around like a toy. He knew it would be hurdling at him full force any second. As if on cue, the blast of energy came flying straight at his face. Vegeta willed every part of him, mind and body, to get up.

He flew into the air, the ball of energy just missing him. Looking around, he watched as the blast bounced back and forth between the bots, quicker than ever. He could barely keep focus on it and trying to keep himself in the air against the gravity weighing down on his body. The blast flew at him every few seconds, but Vegeta moved with pure skill, dodging it every time.

But suddenly it cut a sharp direction, grazing his face. The blow threw his concentration off entirely, causing him to fall onto the floor flat on his back. Light blinded him and the noise of explosion rumbled through his delicate ears as the training ball hit the floor of the gravity room. For a moment, Vegeta was blinded, but then the air cleared and he could see red again.

The bots came together, assuming position, which only fueled Vegeta to keep going. Anger and determination sparked within him, giving the strength he needed to pick himself up off the floor. You want to play? Let's play, then. He clenched his fist. I can do this. I'm a Saiyan. I'm the most powerful warrior in the universe. I'll show you. I'll show you all!

Vegeta crossed his arms, fighting the gravity pulling down on his body. He channeled his energy, pulling all he could muster into the center of his being. Letting out a yell, he flung his arms up releasing the energy. Releasing the power. Releasing the attack. Everything went hazy, but he could feel everything around him being destroyed.

His energy was draining, and he slowed his assault. Hanging his head, Vegeta took a moment to catch his breath. Then, he looked up at the mess he had caused. The training bots were warped and contorted into a broken mess. The room itself seemed okay, but the bots were done for. That's just great. Now I'll have to wait for the old man to fix them.

"VEGETA!" Bulma screeched his name loudly. The Saiyan sat at the kitchen table, eating the dinner that Mrs. Brief's had cooked for him. Ignoring the blue haired woman, he kept eating as if he hadn't heard a peep. Bulma appeared in the kitchen, marching over to where he sat. "VEGETA! I know you can hear me!"

"What do you want, Woman?" Vegeta snapped, his voice hard. Bulma cut her eyes, glaring at him with as much venom as she could gather into one look.

"Do you realize how difficult it is to create training bots that can withstand your elements?" She fussed.

"Obviously impossible." Vegeta grumbled, taking a bite of the roll in his hand.

"UGH! You jerk! You don't appreciate anything we do for you!" Bulma hissed.

"No, I only train constantly to keep your planet from being burned to hell." Vegeta argued back, slight sarcasm in his voice.

"No, Vegeta. You train to beat Goku. You train to be better than him. Obviously impossible." Bulma turned to walk away from the arrogant price, feeling satisfied. Before she could take a step, she was pinned against the wall, Vegeta's face only inches from her.

"Do not underestimate me, Woman. Piss me off, I might really hurt you." Vegeta leaned toward the side of her face, his mouth next to her ear. "Iy ain'e kathos."

And just like that, he was gone. Bulma stood against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mouth was dry, her adrenaline sky rocketing through the roof. What was that last thing he had said? "Iy ain'e kathos." The words were so foreign, she had no idea what they meant. "Piss me off, I might really hurt you." The words had sounded so cold. So real.

The funny thing about it, Bulma didn't buy it for a second. When he pulled a stunt like that, it did get her blood pumping. But it only enraged her more, made her want to charge in there after him and give him a good squabble. Still, something about it this time made her weary. He had never spoken to her in another language before... Could it be Saiyan?

Bulma only imagined so.

The next morning, Bulma sat flipping through her magazine. Vegeta had spent the remainder of the day training out in the chamber until the bots were fixed, then he trained on into the night. Bulma didn't even hear him come in, she had fallen asleep far before his training was over for the night.

"Ughhh... 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 could do." Bulma said out loud, resting her head on her hand.

"Bulma!" Her mother's cheerful voice interrupted her dismaying thoughts. "I stopped by the bakery today, and look what I bought for us! Nice, huh? Don't these look scrumptious?" Her mother set down the tray of treats onto the coffee table with a giggle.

"Mmhmm." Bulma mumbled, staring off into space.

"Now, which one do you want?" Mrs. Brief's asked her daughter.

"There all yours, Mom. I'm not very hungry." Bulma replied, resting her arms behind her head.

"What? But Bulma what's wrong with you? Are you feeling lonely because the boys are spending all their time training and not spending time with you? That's it, isn't dear?" Her mother asked.

"Oh, puh-lease!" Bulma huffed. "I'm just not very hungry!" Bulma looked up to see her father entering the room, stretching with a yawn.

"You know, I'm starting to think that Vegeta's a few cards short of a full deck. It wasn't enough to have the simulator create three hundred times gravity for him. Now he's demanding that I make some more equipment for him to train with. Then all he's going to do is break it!" Mr. Brief's announced.

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me at all." Bulma said surely. Arrogant bastard.

"Ah, I think it's great he works so hard!" Her mother chirped. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Oh sure, he's training hard!" Bulma's father agreed. "But don't you think he's over doing it a little bit?"

"Oh, no. I think it's very admirable. In my day, a man that showed that much dedication to anything was definitely husband material. A girl would have to be crazy to let him get away, I tell you." Mrs. Briefs rambled. Bulma snorted to herself. Her mother took a sip of her tea. "Oh, my! What am I saying? I'm a married woman!"

Bulma and her father stared at Mrs. Brief's with wide eyes. My mother has a thing for Vegeta? Oh Kami... No she just thinks he's a 'decent' guy. Mom, you're crazy. Bulma shook her head at her mother's words. Deciding to grab a cupcake, Bulma was just about to bite into it, when everything began to shake. A loud rumble filled the room, and it was like a earthquake was hitting right in the living room.

A loud explosion caused Bulma to jump up from her seat. What the hell? She ran to the front doors of the house and ran out onto the lawn. To her left, she saw black smoke billowing through the air, into the sky. The gravity chamber was demolished, Vegeta no where in sight. Oh, no! He really over did it this time!

"Vegeta!" Bulma cried, sprinting toward the rubble. Yamcha was right behind her, looking over her shoulder at the damage. Once they reached the scene, Bulma knelt down, trying to catch a glimpse of the Saiyan anywhere in the rubble. She saw nothing, and that caused panic to rise up inside of her.

"I knew this would happen!" Yamcha announced. "He's been trying to do the impossible!"

"Where is he?" Bulma kept looking into the remains of the gravity room. "Vegeta?" She jumped forward, digging through the heap of concrete, metal, and machinery. Suddenly, a hand shot up, causing Bulma to scream and topple backwards. Smack into Yamcha.

She watched as an arm appeared, battered and brusied. Vegeta appeared from underneath the rubble. He raised himself to his knees slowly, his body covered in scratched and bruises. A deep gash on his head created drizzles of blood running down his face. His skin was shredded and dirty. Looking at Bulma and Yamcha, he attempted to contort his face into a scowl.

"You..okay?" Bulma asked sincerely.

"Of course I am." Vegeta replied, but his voice wasn't its usual tone. It was softer. It would have been nice, but Bulma could tell he was straining to keep his breath as he stood on unsteady feet.

"Phew." Bulma let out a breath. Then the fury came out. "HOW DARE YOU, YOU DWEEB! YOU ALMOST WRECKED MY HOUSE! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE?" Vegeta stood up straight at her words, let out a chuckle, then promptly fell over.

"Wha-? Oh, no! He... You're hurt!" Bulma rushed to his side. Grabbing his arm, she pulled him up, supporting his back to keep him from falling back into a laying position.

"No." Vegeta mumbled hoarsely. "I don't need help. I've got training to do."

"You've got to stop training for a while!" Bulma argued. "I mean look at you, you're a complete wreck."

"But I feel fine." Vegeta resisted, his voice softer and calmer than usual. "I'm a Saiyan, I can take a little pain. It means nothing to me. And I have to get stronger than Kakarot!"

"Okay, sure. We all know you're a tough guy, but you need to rest now." Bulma tried, her voice soft and soothing.

"I take orders from no one!" Vegeta growled angrily, pushing himself up. He didn't even make it fully on his feet before falling right back onto the ground.

"Oh, no!" Bulma cried, leaning over him. She touched his head, then looked up at Yamcha with a glare. "You gonna stand there and watch, or are you going to help me?"

"W-wha- Yeah, sorry!" Yamcha kneeled down to his girlfriend, grabbing Vegeta's other arm. Bulma and Yamcha supported the Saiyan, walking him to the house and through the front doors.

"Oh, dear!" Mrs. Briefs caught sight of all the blood and scurried away to warn her husband it was worse than they had originally thought. Bulma didn't realize Vegeta was so heavy. Struggling to keep her side of support, Bulma trudged through the hall way, the Saiyan's heavy arm around her dainty shoulders.

"Daddy!" Bulma yelled, fear and desperation in her voice.

"In here!" Her father's voice was heard from two rooms down. Yamcha and Bulma hurried down the hallway with the injured prince. Once they entered the room, Bulma saw that her father had already began making preparations for Vegeta's injuries.

Yamcha helped Bulma lay the Saiyan on the bed, then Bulma shooed him from the room as she ran about trying to help Mr. Briefs. Vegeta had two alarming cuts, which the medical bots were instructed to stitch immediately. He lay still, unmoving, as the others worked on his injuries. Bulma worried about him, wondering if he was going to be okay. Wondering if he really did push himself too far this time.

"His ribs feel dislocated, I'd say about three are cracked." Mr. Brief's continued to examine Vegeta. Bulma stood back, catching her breath, and watched her father work with the help of the bots. Her father quickly slipped an oxygen mask over Vegeta's face, and that's when Bulma realized that his accident was bad.

Mr. Briefs pulled the covers up over Vegeta's worn body, and looked at his daughter with satisfied eyes. Bulma felt some relief wash over her, she knew that if her father's face wasn't down, then the arrogant prince might be okay. He's really made a mess of himself this time. Bulma thought, as she walked over and knelt by his side of the bed. Looking at his lacerated, bruised face, she sighed.

"Is he going to be all right, Daddy?" Bulma asked, not taking her eyes off of Vegeta's sleeping face.

"I hope so. The only thing he hasn't bruised is his eyebrows." Mr. Briefs said quietly. "If he stays in bed for a week or so, he should be all right. He's dodged the bullet again. It's a miracle he survived such a horrible accident. Those Saiyans are practically indestructable."

"Poor Vegeta!" Bulma's mother, who had enetered the room only minutes earlier, sobbed.

"Come on, Dear. Let's let him rest." Mr. Briefs ushered his wife from the room. Bulma stood from his bed, looking down at him. You lunkhead, Bulma insulted him, but with tenderness more than anger. Turning away, a throaty whisper made her turn back to the injured Saiyan.

"Kakarot." Vegeta hissed, his voice hoarse. "I'll get...stronger...Kakarot.. I'll beat you!"

He's having a bad dream. Bulma watched Vegeta's face contort in a grimace as he fought the dreams playing inside of his head.

The dream was enough to drive him insane. Running for what seemed like forever, only to find Kakarot waiting for him, that stupid grin on his face. He had tried to attack, but the clown disappeared. Then the lavender haired boy had appeared, angering Vegeta even more. He charged at the "Saiyan" in a blind rage, but just like Kakarot, the boy disappeared. Suddenly, the two Saiyans were directly in front of him, and upon him noticing the two, they turned super Saiyan. Vegeta tried to keep up with them, but he just couldn't.

Then he heard his father's voice, a voice he hadn't heard in quite a while. His dream threw him into a flash back of when he was just a young boy, standing along side his father, watching his own people fly into space. His father was explaining the roles of the Saiyan people, and how Vegeta himself had come from a strong and royal bloodline. How he might even be a super Saiyan one day.

Vegeta awoke with a growl. Something flew from his face, and he realized an oxygen mask had been covering his mouth and nose. The dream seemed so real, his mind was still reeling from it as he plopped his head back onto the pillow. Instantly he felt the woman's Ki. Looking up and over, he saw her sitting at the desk beside his bed, her head on her arms.

"Huh... What is she doing here?" Vegeta mused aloud.

She was sound asleep, breathing delicately. Vegeta watched as her body rose and fell slightly with each breath that she took. Her blue hair was an awful mess of curls, but her face made up for her poor choice in hairstyle. Her expression was slack, sleeping, her eyelashes casting shadows along her cheeks.

What... Why is she here? How long have I been out? Woman, what are you doing? Vegeta pondered over the questions, wincing as he struggled to sit up. Everything hurt. His whole body ached, but he refused to stay in the bed like some weak fool. Quietly pushing himself up from the bed, he left the room. But not before looking back at the blue haired girl, wondering why she had stayed at his bed side.

So, I don't think they ever came out with an actual Saiyan language, just 'Kakarot' written in some strange symbols. With that being said, bear with me I just had to kind of make something up and go with it. But I felt that him saying that to her was significant in some weird way, so I wrote it. They are so cute together. Even when he's a jerk face. Reviews are greatly appreciated as always !

~Kaila G.