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His finals were easy. He couldn't understand why so many students panicked at the aspect of a test. Most of them knew what they were doing, but still felt anxiety that he could feel as he took his own exam. Their anxiety didn't affect him, but it was strange that all of his classmates felt that way over a simple piece of paper.

Bulma made it through all of her finals and already had the majority of her final grades. She'd eventually have to e-mail her father her grades, but she would have to do that from Planet Vegeta. Vegeta planned to show her everything his planet had to offer, even their means of communication. He would be able to help her e-mail her father while making it look like the message came from Earth. There was no sense in panicking the man. That would only cause more problems for Bulma.

Bulma was already packed to leave for Planet Vegeta. She was surprised when Vegeta told her to bring only her summer wear since it was already cold for winter on Earth. He told her just to wear one winter outfit getting onto the ship and then she would be able to change into clothes for hot weather. Bulma was now expecting Planet Vegeta to be a very hot planet. He also told her to create another gravity simulator for herself so that she would not be crushed by his planet's gravity.

"You're so lucky," Chi Chi said as she packed up a bit to return home. "I really wish I could go with you guys."

"I know, Chi," Bulma replied. "It won't be the same without you, but at least I'll have stories to tell you when I get back."

Chi Chi, unfortunately, had been contacted by her father who wanted her home for the winter break. They couldn't blame him. Most of the school would be deserted, and it would have been difficult to convince the overprotective father he was to "let her stay alone on campus." She wouldn't be able to go on this trip with them; however, next time she planned to.

"You'll have to tell me what it's like and how it differs from Earth," Chi Chi requested.

Bulma smirked at her with determination. "The scientist in me will bring you back a detailed report."


The Saiyans didn't have much to pack. Vegeta and Kakarot had already sold back most of the stuff, like textbooks, that they bought from the school. Vegeta did decide to keep his history book, though, if only to learn more about Earth than they could have covered in the semester. Nappa was relieved to be going home, though his job became much easier thanks to the blue-haired girl that would be accompanying them. The former general was actually surprised that Vegeta had even spoken to his father civilly while discussing Bulma and her invention. If what the prince said about the invention was true, then the girl was truly a genius beyond the human planet.

"She will be guarded at all times," Vegeta stated while he was sitting in the kitchen with Nappa and Kakarot. "We all know how some of the soldiers can be."

Kakarot nodded, but smiled. "Don't worry. Nothing will happen to Bulma," he assured him. "She's a guest on the planet requested by your father."

"He's right," Nappa responded. "Besides, aggressive behavior has been outlawed for a while. You would know that if you went out into the city more often instead of locking yourself away in a training room."

"Am I going to get a lecture from you today too?" Vegeta snapped. "I get the same crap from my father. I don't need you to add on."

Nappa smirked slightly when Vegeta turned away from him, a stern frown on the prince's face. Then Vegeta let out a sigh and looked back to his caretaker. "If you must know, I was planning on taking Bulma through the city at some point. We're going to be there for weeks."

"And you don't think it'll be a 'hindrance in your training?'" Kakarot asked obliviously while shoving a roll in his mouth.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at how Kakarot was quoting one of his normal complaints. Still, it didn't matter. He was technically always training, already able to withstand and do his daily routine at 100X Earth's gravity. In the short time he had the gravity simulator, he was always increasing the gravity the second things seemed easy. The one thing he really wanted was to have a few sessions of unlimited and undisturbed training when he returned to his home, but he'd have to wait until Bulma was occupied elsewhere. He couldn't wait to finally be able to use his ki blasts. He was sure he had gotten stronger; he could feel it. Now, he just needed to see the difference for himself.

"It won't be a problem," he replied curtly before turning back to his breakfast. At least when they finished, they could lock up the apartment and go pick up Bulma. Then they'd have to head to the launch station, and then they'd get away from the planet. Vegeta was secretly thrilled about space travel this time around since it meant going home. There really was no place like home.

Again, he caught himself wondering if Bulma would like it on his home world. This thought had been nagging in the back of his head for the last couple of weeks. It shouldn't have mattered to him as much as it did, but he actually felt nervous about what he'd do if she didn't like it. It was very unlike him, and he was just trying to focus on actually getting there. Well, he did know one thing. With Bulma complaining about the cold weather, she would love the contrasting heat at least.

"So, you are both packed?" Nappa asked the two younger Saiyans.

"There wasn't much to pack," Vegeta stated. Kakarot just nodded in agreement as he shoved more food down his throat.


The Saiyans reached Bulma's and Chi Chi's apartment just as Chi Chi was packing up a car that was sent for her. The girls smiled over at them and waved, Vegeta and Kakarot walking over to the girls as Nappa stayed behind to watch them.

Kakarot frowned when he saw Chi Chi packing up the car. He knew she had to return home, so he didn't take it personally. Still, he was disappointed that he wouldn't be able to introduce her to his father and brother. "I really wish you were coming with us," he said with sincerity.

Chi Chi sighed and nodded. "Believe me; I wish I was too, but my dad was very adamant that I return home before next semester starts. He has things he wants to talk to me about. I have no idea what he wants."

"It'll be okay, Chi," Bulma assured her, placing a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "The break will go by quickly, and we'll be back in school before you know it."

"Oh joy," Vegeta muttered. "Now, if everyone here is done with 'goodbyes,' we have a shuttle to get to."

"Wow, someone is impatient," Chi Chi teased. "Anyways, he's right. Bulma, make sure the paparazzi doesn't see you. You know what will happen."

"I've got it covered, Chi Chi," Bulma said taking out a hat, scarf, and some big glasses. "I'm already wearing sweats and stuff, which apparently Teen Magazine says I wouldn't be caught dead in…proving they know nothing."

Chi Chi laughed. "Yeah, I know," she remarked. "Maron was shocked the first time she saw you dressed for a spar. It's whatever. Anyways, stay safe and enjoy."

"I will," Bulma told her before she and Chi Chi hugged. Then Chi Chi got into the car and waved goodbye to her friends as the driver pulled away from the apartment.

Bulma turned to face Vegeta wearing a bright smile. "Shall we?"

Vegeta simply nodded in response. He could see that Bulma herself was ready to go, her bags already packed and outside with them. She must have assumed that they were coming right away. Of course, she knew that Kakarot would want to see Chi Chi off. She made her own deductions based on that, Vegeta was sure. She always seemed to pull that kind of stuff, even with him. Her intelligence was something he, and now his father, admired. It made him anxious about getting off the planet again.

"Prince Vegeta," Nappa called out interrupting his thoughts, "we should head to the launch pad now. I'm sure your parents are looking forward to your return."

Vegeta scoffed slightly making Bulma frown. Between all of their talks, Bulma and Vegeta never really discussed his parents much, other than they expected a lot from him. Vegeta did mentioned before how his father had traded him to Frieza back in the days of the Planet Trade Organization. One time, Bulma decided to press a little further on that and the way Vegeta reacted to the question…well, she never brought it up again. Just from his reaction to her asking about how his father felt when he learned of what Vegeta was forced to do, whatever it was, she knew it was a sore subject.

She knew Vegeta respected his parents, though. Sure, he had been rebellious when he first got there, but who wouldn't be. Something changed over time, mostly after he revealed his past to her. It was like their friendship/relationship shifted greatly after she made him aware of the rumors and accepted his history. After that, he was more affectionate than when they had just been trying to irritate his parents. Now, she didn't know what to expect.

Vegeta was taking her on a trip, but not just any trip. It was a trip to his home world to meet his parents and his people. It was a place where he was everything and she was nothing. It wasn't like Earth where his reputation and status was well-known. Even if the Saiyans knew who she was, she was merely a scientist and weak. Vegeta, being the Saiyan prince, could choose to bring anyone with him from any world, or just return to his home and find a powerful Saiyan to be with, but he wasn't. He was bringing her to meet his parents. Even if it was to simply show an invention, this was still a very big deal to the human. In her culture, this meant that things were serious between the two. She wondered if Vegeta saw it the same way she did, or if this really was just a business deal to him.


All of her thoughts and worries vanished the moment they reached the launch pad. They had flown, Vegeta carrying Bulma as Nappa took care of her few bags of luggage. Once they landed, Bulma shot out of Vegeta's arms and observed everything from the entrance to the actual space pod. Bulma had never seen technology of this nature before in her life. Of course, she knew it was alien technology that the Saiyans gave to them. Earthling never utilized the space pods or launch pads that were instilled in various planet locations. Most Earthlings were too afraid to go into space. Bulma Briefs was not like other Earthlings.

"This is amazing!" she exclaimed, looking around the large, multi-person space pod. "This structure, this metal…it's sturdier than any airplane we've ever built! How do you get this material?"

Kakarot laughed nervously rubbing the back of his head while Nappa sweat-dropped at the girl's hyper enthusiasm. Before Vegeta could respond to her beside a smile forming on his face, Bulma was already trying to figure out which button opened the door to the pod. When she found it, she zoomed in, leaving everyone else outside.

Vegeta chuckled at her antics and just followed her slowly. When he found her inside, it was like she couldn't contain her excitement or figure out what aspect of the ship to study first. She was at the control panel, the center seat, the longue next to the control room, the kitchen, the rooms. Opening the doors and closing them with the buttons on the wall, Bulma was just fascinated by everything her eyes were seeing.

The way the doors opened and shut, it was like nothing she saw before. Sure, it could be like the automatic doors on stores and such, but they weren't automatic. She wished they didn't have to go right away so she could see the gears and materials used to force two, heavy, steel doors apart and together in less than a second. She wished she could dismantle the ship to see how it worked. Mentally she reminded herself of the reason she gave into her father's demands despite hating science. It wasn't the science she hated; it was the business aspect and the control that she hated. She almost forgot how much she did truly love the basic mechanics of engineering.

Vegeta could see her shaking with excitement and already he felt relieved. If this was how she felt about a simple, unexciting ship, he couldn't wait to see what she thought of the city. He placed his strong hands on her shoulders to stop her from shaking and placed his mouth next to her ear. "We have to strap in so we can launch," he told her. "I will show you to your room."

"Okay," Bulma said trying to force herself down from her happy high. "This is all…it's amazing, Vegeta."

Vegeta couldn't help but chuckle again and roll his eyes. Again, he said in his mind, that this was all minor technology. Just wait until she saw his plan on how to deceive her father of her whereabouts.

Vegeta showed her to a personal room as Nappa and Kakarot went to their own rooms to strap down. Once an all clear was given from the ship signaling that everyone was safely sitting, including Vegeta who went to his own room, the pod was launched by computer command. Bulma had expected the ascent to be as shaky as that of an airplane, but it seemed to be a smooth, straight launch. It was almost like those rides that brought you up before dropping you down again.


Leaving the Earth's atmosphere didn't take very long, highly differing from the use of human space shuttles. Eventually, the feel of the fast lift ended, and it simply felt like the pod was gracefully propelling through the starry vacuum. Bulma didn't know whether or not she could get up, but a few minutes after the propulsion, Vegeta entered her room and she realized she could.

"How long until we get there?" Bulma asked Vegeta.

"A couple of days," he explained. "Nappa is already setting the coordinates for the fastest way there. How was the launch?"

Bulma smiled at him and said, "Smoother than I expected it to be."

Vegeta chuckled and nodded at the response. "Yes, though landing is rougher."

"Usually is," came her retort. "So, what do you normally do for the couple of days you travel?"

Vegeta shrugged and decided to sit down on the bed at the side of the room. "Well, back when I was younger, we didn't have ships like this. We had smaller, one-person pods. When travel was weeks to months, sometimes years, there was a sleeping gas to force us into stasis. Ship designs like this came only a few years ago. I usually just sit and think, sometimes venturing out of the room to eat. There isn't much to do."

Bulma's smile immediately turned into a frown. "What about studying the ship's computers?" she questioned making Vegeta laugh. "What? What did I say?"

"The technology is standard for my planet," he explained. "I knew how to pilot the space pods as a child, and these ships as soon as they were on market."

"Seriously?" Bulma nearly shouted. "You can actually pilot this? You don't need a pilot's license or anything?"

"What are you on about, woman?" he questioned in confusion. "You mean those things you use for I.D.?"

"Yes and no," Bulma replied. "Those are drivers' licenses. You can't drive a car without them. What I was talking about was more along the lines of an airplane pilot. They have to go to a special school to learn how to fly the plane before they get a license to be able to fly them as a job."

"What a complete and utter waste of time," Vegeta remarked. "Schooling to learn how to use air travel. No, we don't have that. Things are definitely different in that regard."

"Wait, so you don't need a license?" she asked him.

"No."

The gears in Bulma's brain were turning as she thought of something else to ask him. She wondered when he'd say if she asked, but it was gnawing at her. "So, if you don't need a license, does that mean I could learn to fly the ship?"

Vegeta looked at her, shocked by her question. Of course she could learn to fly the ship. If she could develop a gravity simulator, she could fly the ship. "Sure," he responded. "I'll bring you to the control panel."

Bulma enjoyed being able to fly the ship. Vegeta was right when he told her it was simpler than she thought it would be. The Saiyan prince had only had to give her the instructions once, and she picked it up well. He watched her from the other side of the room with his arms crossed. Studying the human, he realized that extending the invitation to his planet was definitely a good thing for her. She hadn't seemed at all sad, not since he invited her. At times she was pensive, but she was always like that. At least he knew that her father's last minute trip was no longer bothering her.

That situation made him think of something else. Lately, after spending so much time with Bulma, he couldn't help but want more time with her. He realized that his original crush ended up leaving him with some feelings for the human, not that he had any more understanding of those. But the thing that bothered him was he, a man who had only known her for a few short months, wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. Why, then, did her own father seem to be pushing the girl away, cutting time with his daughter short? Vegeta was sure that if he ever had a daughter like Bulma that he could never randomly drop an announcement that she couldn't return home because he was going on some random business trip. If anything, wouldn't her father want to bring his daughter with him on the trip? He was trying to get her to take his place in the business, after all.

Focusing on this issue was starting to anger Vegeta, and he knew only one thing could calm him. He walked over to Bulma, slowly wrapping his arms around her shoulders and inhaling her scent. The Saiyan found that the woman could usually calm his mild bouts of rage and sometimes alleviate the stress he felt from immense attacks of anger. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but she was a calming presence for him, and one he didn't plan on giving up anytime soon.

"What do you think?" he whispered in her ear, his voice sounding deep and calm.

Bulma blushed slightly, but grinned. "I've never been able to do something like this before," she started. "I have to admit that I'm enjoying every minute of it. Thank you for having enough faith in me to fly this thing."

"It has nothing to do with trust," he told her. "I knew you could handle it."

"Well, thank you all the same. This all means a lot to me."

Vegeta nodded against her, closing his eyes. He knew this whole trip meant a lot to her. In a couple days, they'd be on his planet and she would meet his parents and baby brother. The thought wasn't bothering him as much as he thought it was. Something in his and his father's relationship seemed to switch when they talked over the communicator. Vegeta didn't know what that shift meant, but he did know that his father was being supportive of him if he chose to continue his relationship with Bulma. Again, Vegeta didn't know what that meant.

All he knew for sure was he felt happy in the moment with Bulma in his arms. Happiness was something the young prince would not take for granted. He knew there would always be threats looming, so taking advantage of these moments was something he had to do.