(Author's Note: ok I'm trying to stick with the show here, but a few things have to be different, for example, Mr Briefs comes to the living area and says he's the one making the equipment, however here in my universe, it's Bulma that's doing it, so lets just ignore him hehe)

The days passed much the same as they had the months before for Bulma, this afternoon however was a little different. She was in the kitchen going over some notes while she ate a light lunch, she didn't even hear Yamcha sit across from her. "Hey Babe, are you alright, you look a little confused" Bulma jumped a bit at the sound of his voice.

"Oh, hey Yamcha, sorry I didn't hear you come in. I'm just going over design a note that's all. How's the training going?" She pushed a platter of sandwiches closer for him.

"Not to bad I guess" He kinda shrugged while grabbing one and taking a bite.

"You sound like I feel, top speed and going no where" She let out a little sigh.

"Ya that about sums it up. I mean I'm training hard and all, but I don't know.. I just don't think I'll make any real difference against the androids, no matter how hard I train, I'll never come close to the power of a Super Sayian."

Bulma looked up at him with concern in her eyes. She'd fallen for Yamcha the moment she saw him back in the desert but over time that young love had changed in to a strong friendship. They had both realized this after he had been wished back after fighting the Sayians. His death and her near death adventure on Namek seemed to have made them grow up and accept it. They had tried staying together for a while, but the spark they'd once had just couldn't be rekindled. Both had been sad about the change, but in a way it took the pressure of them, allowing them to realize just how good of friends they really were. They cared for each other deeply, and that would never change "Is that why you went in the space capsule last night?"  Bulma gave Yamcha a serious look as he choked on his sandwich. "Damn Yamcha, you could have killed yourself in there, what were you thinking?" She looked at him with anger as well as deep concern.

"I don't know, I thought if he could handle it, why couldn't I" He looked defeated, and that was something she hated to see

"He's not human, that's why he can handle it." She hated when they talked about Vegeta, Yamcha had accepted Vegeta living at Capsule Corp, but everyday it reminded him of power he could never hope to have.

"I can't stay here anymore Bulma, I want to but I can't, Puar and I are going back to the desert. Maybe seeing where I started from will help me move forward, I don't know. I'm worried about you though, I'm afraid he'll hurt you."

"Yamcha, if he was going to hurt me he would have done it already. He needs me to much to kill me, it would be a waste of his time." She rolled her eyes at him, they'd had this conversation to many times before.

"That's not what I mean" He looked at her with a deep sadness in his eyes, something she wasn't used to seeing.

"Then what do you mean?"

"You have feelings for him Bulma, I can see that. I think you might even be falling in love with him." He stopped for a moment, unsure if it was his place, as her friend, to tell her this. "He'll break your heart Bulma. How could he know how to love you? After what he's been through, he'll hurt you, even if he doesn't mean too."

Bulma looked at him with cold eyes "I don't know what you're talking about. I care for him; he lives here, how could I not? I want him to reach his goal. We need him in this fight. I'm not stupid enough to try and love him, I'm not that foolish"

"Love can make even the smartest of people foolish Bulma. Maybe you don't even realize it, but I've seen how you look at him. Just promise me you'll be careful."

She was getting a little annoyed with all this. "I don't have time to fall in love Yamcha. That damn capsule was built to absorb and reflect Ki blasts, but he's much stronger then Goku was when Dad designed it. I don't think it's going to handle much more and I have to figure out a design that will. I don't want to talk about this anymore, there's no point."

"Alright, but just try to think about what I said, I only say it cause I care." With that said he went back outside.

Bulma let out a deep sigh. She put her dishes in the sink, allowing Yamcha's comments to be forgotten. Everyone was training, and today for some reason, she was starting to feel a little lonely. Sure she was helping Vegeta, but she felt like she could be doing more. She hated feeling helpless, and today, that's how she felt. She grabbed a magazine and went to the living area to relax a bit before going back to her lab.

She'd been sitting there, flipping through the pages when her Mother had come in with treats from the bakery, she'd offered her some but Bulma didn't seem to be hungry today. Her Father made his way in stretching as he walked. He looked exhausted.  Vegeta had him working hard too, trying to keep up with the demands of a Sayian fighter was no easy task. They had been talking about that very thing when they heard a loud explosion come from outside.

Bulma and Yamcha run full tilt to the now destroyed capsule 'Damn him, I told him not to over do it, I warned him the capsule couldn't take much more' Bulma thought as she ran, listening to Yamcha make almost the same statement.

She dug through the debris trying to find him, when his hand shot through, scaring her half to death. Vegeta started to pull himself up from underneath the rubble "Are you ok?" she didn't know what his body could actually take, he seemed to be trying to stand up.

"Of course I am" He was shaky but he didn't look to badly hurt, which only made Bulma furious.

"How Dare you, You Dweeb, you almost destroyed my house! What are you trying to prove." Damn him, she had told him this would happen and he did it anyway.

He let out a little laugh before falling on his face. Maybe he wasn't ok. She ran over to him, taking him in her arms. He was killing himself with this training, and she was helping him. He had to stop; at least till she could be sure the capsule could handle the pressure. Of course he wanted none of that, his pride taking over his common sense.

"No, I don't need help, I've got training to do" Damn woman, he couldn't let them see him like this especially that weak dog Yamcha.

"You got to stop training for awhile, I mean look at you, you're a complete wreck." 'And your making me a wreck too' she thought to herself.

"But I feel fine, I'm a Sayian, I can take a little pain, it means nothing to me, and I have to get stronger then Kakarott" All he wanted was for her to go, leave him in peace, instead of showing her foolish human emotions, caring for him as if he were a child. It only pissed him off more.

"Ok sure, we all know you're a tough guy, but you need to rest now"

"I take orders from NO ONE!" He couldn't let her do this; he was strong, invincible, not some weak human. His body on the other hand, had other ideas, forcing him to pass out as he tried to stand.

They took him to the infirmary, patching him up as best they could, sedating him so he would rest. She looked at him as her parents left, he was dreaming, and it didn't look pleasant. She sat beside him, wondering what he could be dreaming about that would upset him so much. She could see the inner battle waging in his dreams. His face, contorting in pain, showing his deep frustration.

Deep in his mind Vegeta's dream was taking form. He was surrounded by darkness, running, trying to catch something he could not see. Then he appeared, Kakarot, taunting him with his very presence. Disappearing before he could attack him. Then the other appeared, the so-called Sayian from the future, and he too disappeared. The anger within his mind growing with each step he tried to take. He would prove himself, he was stronger then both of them. Nothing could keep him from it.  Suddenly they both appeared before him, side by side, transforming into the Legendary before his eyes.  He tried to power up, prove he was stronger. Their faces changed as they looked down on him, powering up even more. He shouted to them, he was the strongest, but their power pushed him back. He moved to attack them, but they moved away, gaining speed till they were gone. He couldn't take it, he was to be the one, he had the royal blood. He called out to the darkness. "FATHER!"

Bulma watched his face as the pain washed over it, she reached out to him from the desk she was sitting at. She wanted to take away his pain, taking his hand in hers. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled down, she was falling in a dark void. Her hand lost its grip on his and her body collapsed onto the desk before her. The dream forced her unconscious. Suddenly she could hear a voice in the darkness, she could feel Vegeta's presence near her, but she couldn't move, or speak, only listen to the words that filled the void. "Vegeta, someday you will be the strongest Sayian in the universe" A picture formed in front her.

A man and a young boy, somehow she knew to be the King, and Vegeta, his son. The picture changed, they were standing in front of a large window, filled with small ships shooting to the stars. She could see them, thousands of them, streaking across the dark sky as far as the eye could see. She could feel the awesome presence of the King as he talked to his son. She could feel the deep pride his words sent forth as he told his son of his great destiny. To become the strongest, one of the super elite. To prove himself worthy of being a Super Sayian.

The dream was changing again. Vegeta's presence was gone, all that remanded behind was a deep, overpowering sorrow. The intensity of it cut her very soul. Somehow she knew, the moment she had just witnessed had been the last time Vegeta had seen his Father. From that room he had been taken to Frieza's ship. His planet had been destroyed and his Father and his people killed. This was the powerful force that drove him. Not just his own pride, but also his fathers as well, and his people's. This knowledge made her understand just a little, why he drove himself so hard. Why even the possibility of death could not keep him from training. This was all he had left, his strength and determination.  All his training didn't seem quite so pointless to her now, she knew she could never fully understand what he went through, but knowing this small piece of his past made her want to help him even more.

The dream changed once again. She was alone now; she could feel great power all around her. She felt a presence near her, one she hadn't felt in a very long time. Shen Long, the eternal dragon, stood before her once again. She didn't hear his words, she felt them, deep within her soul "Young one, you have great strength within you, a strength you wish to share with the Sayian Prince" She closed her eyes for a moment, yes; she wanted to give him everything she could.

"Then you must give him your heart young one. Give him your heart, your love, and with it the key to his power." She was confused, how could her heart be his key.

"How do I do that Shen Long? How do I give him something he does not want?" The dragon smiled down at her, but it did nothing to lessen the sadness set deep within his eyes.

"You must have patience my child, and strength. You must be strong for both of you, for the strength you posses in your heart is one the young prince does not have. Say his name, young one, say his name and give him your heart" The dragon was starting to fade away, but she was afraid, afraid to be alone in the darkness "Be strong, there is much darkness ahead of you, much pain, but in the end it will save the universe. Say his name"

She closed her eyes, a single tear fell from her eyes. "Vegeta" she whispered.

Vegeta had woken up just moments before. He turned and saw her lying there asleep beside him 'What is she doing here?'

She moaned slightly in her sleep as he looked at her, a soft word coming from her lips as one tear fell from her eye "Vegeta"

He looked at her with shock, why would she be dreaming of him. The sound of her voice saying his name seemed to pull at his heart. She sounded so sad, so alone, as if she were calling out to him to save her from her dreams. He didn't want to admit it, but he was afraid of it. He raised himself out of bed and walked passed her, looking back one more time to watch her sleep before making his way outside, to the spare space capsule that waited for him.

As he powered up the room she woke and rushed to the window "Damn him, he can't stay in bed for one damn day can he" She moved to the video console hoping to get him back into bed, the dream forgotten for the moment. "Stop it Vegeta, you are in no condition to be doing this right now" he only grunted a reply refusing to listen to her.

Yamcha left later that day, to train again in the desert. Bulma went back to her lab, hoping to find a way to strengthen the capsule so it would handle his powerful blasts. She would talk to him later when he came in for dinner and try to get him to see her reasoning. She had to get him out of that capsule until she could fix it's design flaws. If he were to lose control again, he really would end up killing himself. She couldn't let that happen.

She was looking over the sensor logs, right before the blast. He had pushed it to hard. One of the ki blasts would have been absorbed just fine. The problem was, there was two of them when the ship had overloaded. The structure couldn't handle the two combined. She looked back over his Physical readouts. This was where she would find her answer; hopefully Vegeta would listen to reason. The Sayian body grew in strength after every injury, but only if the injury was allowed to fully heal. If it didn't, the body would stay as it was. If Vegeta was so set on getting stronger, then he would have to accept the scientific proof in front of him. He would have to take at least 3 days for his body to adjust before he trained again. That was the first part of her plan; the second part would not be so easy. Vegeta couldn't just sit around and wait for his body to catch up to him. That alone would drive him insane. She needed to find him something to do, something that would challenge him and yet allow his body the time it needed. So far she was drawing up blanks on this. Looking at the clock she figured she had at the most 2 hours before he'd come in for food. Perhaps longer since he'd proably want to avoid her. He was smart enough to know that she was going to try and make him stop training. That would buy her another hour at most. She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. What would a sayian, a prince at that, want to do for fun. She had no clue.

(authors note: Sorry, this chapter didn't come out as well as I wanted it to, but oh well, it gets the point across I guess.. Feel free to suggest changes, corrections or any other such thing, I could use all the help I can get)