Disclaimer: Don't own 'em and I'm broke

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em and I'm broke.

Wheee! All right! I loved the last chapter! I've always wanted Veggie to do that! Heh…Being the evil fanfiction writer is great.

On to the madness…

After intense physical and mental therapy, Yamcha was once again to his normal self, so he decided to go and visit Bulma. Hiding in the bushes near Capsule Corp, Yamcha watched the house silently. When the door opened and the wish-troll figure of Vegeta walked out, Yamcha held his breath and tried to lower his chi as quickly as possible. Vegeta walked right past him, and Yamcha though he was home free, when Vegeta stopped, grinning, and scratched his temple with his middle finger, giving Yamcha a subtle one-finger-salute. The scarred warrior's eyes were as wide as saucers as the chuckling Saiyajin no Ouji closed the door to the gravity chamber. Yamcha stood up, brushing the leaves and twigs off him, and walked dizzily to the door. If Vegeta knew he was there, why didn't he do something? Yamcha shrugged, not finding a logical answer and rung the doorbell. When Bulma pulled open the door, he used his super-speed to get into the house before she could see him. When she did see him, however, Bulma's eyes narrowed, and she backed up to the intercom system, her finger lingering over the button to the gravity room. Yamcha put his hand up, and started talking faster than he had ever talked in his life. "Bulma, stop. I know I screwed up and you don't want me back, so I won't even try. I just want to be friends. I've known you longer than I've known any of my friends, with the exception of Puar. Please don't push that button. You have no idea how much therapists cost these days."

Yamcha winced, expecting to hear Vegeta's gruff voice coming over the other side, along with another face-plant session in his already well-dented car. However, it was Bulma's mother's voice that piped up over the speaker. Bulma asked her to bring a few pastries to the back porch. Bulma then lead, Yamcha outside to talk a bit. Yamcha, happy that the visit was going even better than he expected, easily chatted with Bulma without strain. Bulma was just explaining her newest idea for a training machine when there was a flash of light and a large rumble. Bulma and Yamcha looked up to see the gravity chamber collapse upon itself. Bulma was the first one to reach the rubble, searching frantically for the alien inside. Her heart was absolutely crazy with worry and her chest contracted, making her breathing labored. She was about to give up hope when she saw a bloodied, gloved hand reaching up for the heavens. She called to Yamcha and started to tug at the large stones and chunks of metal that were over the Saiyajin Prince. Yamcha gave her a hand, making the work go a lot easier. When she and Yamcha had gotten Vegeta uncovered, Bulma crouched down, placing his head in her lap, checking his pulse and respiration. At the movement on his skin, Vegeta stirred, lifting his upper body weight onto his arms, struggling to get up.

"Oh! Don't do that!" Bulma tried to force his to relax again, but Vegeta would have none of it. He swatted her hand away and tried once more to lift himself up.

"Leave me be onna, I'm training."

"How is this training?" Bulma narrowed her eyes at Vegeta, intent on not letting him move any more than was necessary.

"You have yet to learn…respect." Vegeta once more swatted at her, and tried to stand, but he was far too weak from his injuries to move about on his own. After a few minutes of straining his muscles, he collapsed unconscious. Bulma tried to catch him as he fell, but his body weight was too much for her, and she fell with him, her fingers smashed against the stones under his steel frame.

"Yamcha, help me!" Together they drug the Saiyajin up the stairs and into the infirmary. The Briefs came in and helped hook Vegeta up to different life support machines, and they were equally surprised and relieved to find that Vegeta had suffered no internal bleeding. After a few dozen sedatives (normally used on sharks ranging from 15-20 feet in length…) Vegeta was resting peacefully on the small bed. Yamcha had left an hour earlier for a date, so it was only the Briefs standing over the Prince. Doctor Briefs scratched his head and mentioned that Vegeta should probably be left in peace seeing how their chi being so close might disturb his rest. As they were leaving Bulma heard a small sound behind her, and turned to see Vegeta's face twisted in agony and him softly call out for Goku. His voice was menacing, filled with the promise of a beating. Bulma sat down in the chair beside him, deciding that it would be best for him not to be alone and her parents smiled knowingly from the door behind her as they watched their daughter.