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Alien Love

by RingPrincess


Training a Saiyan-jinn



Bulma was alert, the room was still dark, but lightening slowly, the morning sun's first
rays creeping over the horizon a few hundred miles away. Her eyes were fixed on the
ceiling and her mind on nothing in particular.

Her ears however were at work, she was delighting in the new sense of sound
waves that she had. Even the tiniest mouse was loud and noisy to her.

'No wonder Vegeta can sneak up on people so well.' She thought to herself, and
kept alert, she wanted to surprise Vegeta, and hoped that he wouldn't surprise
her instead.

The door creaked, even on well-oiled hinges and a ray of light came across the
room. Bulma quickly closed her eyes and counted down from five, rolling out
of the way just as a bucket of ice water splashed over the bed, missing her by
mere inches.

She ended up right in front of him, grinning.

"Morning, Geta." She chirped and dashed for the balcony. Tail whipping
in excitement.

Vegeta actually chuckled and followed after her. He arrived just before her
and she made a midleap change of direction to the right.

His eyes were amused as she led him on a chase, and his self-control
was being hard pressed to stay in place.

"Enough, woman." He growled. "We have to eat."

She stopped and turned to look at him, pouting. "Can't we start now?"

He shook his head. "If we start now, we'll pay later."

She slumped but shook herself at the growling of her stomach. "Fine."

He walked up beside her. "Consider that your first lesson as a saiyan warrior,
always eat."

She nodded. "So, anything you want?"

She headed towards the house, hips swinging and tail dangling enticingly
after her. Vegeta shook his head slightly to clear it. 'She has the weak
human, Vegeta, she doesn't need you.' "Raw meat." It slipped out
before he could stop it. He cursed himself silently. It was an
affect of being in heat and not being fufilled.

Bulma began to make a grimace of distaste and seemed to change her mind mid-expression.
"Warm, hot or cold."

"Hot." He growled. "Cold meat is disgusting."

She smirked. "So, that explains it."

Vegeta smirked. "At last the female understands."

"Don't patronize me Vegeta."

"Tommorrow, once you have control of you ki and flying abilities we'll go hunting." He
murmured.

"Hunting what?" She looked over her shoulder at him as she pulled steaks
from the freezer.

'Well, I'd like to hunt you, but that is impossible.' "Dinosaurs, or something
that can fight back."

"Isn't that a bit overkill." She muttered.

"Depends on how big you want the grocery bill to be." He riposted.

She opened the freezer and retrieved a package of steaks. "I don't
know how I'll get these warm or hot as it is the case without cooking them."

He came over and flared his ki over the package. She sighed and shrugged.

The steaks went to the table and she headed for plates and silverware.

He decided to bring up something that was bothering him. "So, what are
you going to tell the weakling?"

She blinked. Setting the two plates on the table, Vegeta speared a steak
with a fork. She then shrugged, "I won't see him for a month anyway, Vegeta.
He has so many 'games' and he won't be taking me to the conference as it
is, so I am not going to worry about it."

"I didn't say you were going to worry about it, I asked what you were
going to tell him, when you saw him next, a tail is a tad hard to hide."

"I could just cut it off." She teased.

"NO!" He roared.

She instinctively backed up.

Vegeta took a few deep breathes to calm himself. "Your tail is the source
of your power, to lose it would be. . ."

"Painfull and humiliating." She supplied for him.

The sun began to peak over the horizon, creating long shadows between
the hills, and tantalizing the valleys with its warmth.

"I wouldn't cut it off, Vegeta." She laid her hand on the table. Looking
him straight in the eyes. "I couldn't, it says that I am now a saiyan and
not a 'weak human' as you call them."

Vegeta smirked and Bulma smiled and him before tearing apart her steak.

When finished Vegeta headed outside.

"First, you need to learn how to fly." He stated quite calmly and hovered above
the ground for effect.

Bulma began to stretch out her new senses, especcially the one that let her sense
ki. Or perhaps the one that let her sense how he was manipulating his ki.

She furrowed her brow and watched what he was doing with the ether like power.

"First, find your own ki, your ki will become as intament and as involuntary as
breathing after awhile, but for now you have to find it." Vegeta lectured, his
arms crossed across his chest in his trademark pose.

Buruma eyes unfocused, searching for her own ki. It was ethereal and delighted
in evading her grasp, laughing at her when she failed. However, this stalemate
couldn't last for long and she cornered it and grabbed on. She looked
up at Vegeta.

"Next, center it in the core and essence of your being, make it part of you, something
that will obey you."

She cocked her head to the side, "Like binding to your soul."

Vegeta blinked. "Something like that."

"No, your ki is your soul and this just anchors your soul to your body." She theorized.
"The bigger your soul. . ."

"Woman, shut up." He growled. "And follow the instructions."

She closed her mouth with a snap and began to do as he asked. "This takes
too long."

"It will take longer if you don't SHUT UP." Vegeta pronounced everyword with
deliberation, his mouth shaping them with care.

She closed her eyes and sought to find her core, or her center. Bulma quieted
her mind slowly, it was hard. It didn't want to be quiet. She traveled inward,
taking the ki with her. Her mind was full of doors and places that begged to
be explored, but she couldn't.

There, her center. She mentally slammed into it at full speed, attatching the ki
with brute force. The mental image began to glow with pale orange power. She
shoved her eyes open.

Vegeta nodded. "Now that you know where your core is, this won't be so hard. Power up."

She looked at him oddly.

He sighed. "Gather your ki into one mass inside your being."

She turned her mind inward again.

"It often helps if you are extremely angry or sad or happy or. . . you get the
picture." He muttered.

She snorted. "So if I get royally pissed at you, for once you won't mind."

"I don't usually mind when you are angry with me."

"However, I can't find a reason to be mad so. . ." Her features
darkened as she remembered Yamcha. She gave a roar and orange flames
leaped around her and she opened her eyes. "Is that better?" She shoved
herself off the ground and floated up to look at him eye to eye.

"You are a quick learner."

"I know." She smiled.

He unwrapped his arms, "now that we have the very simple basics down." He threw a
punch at her, which she dodged mid air, only to run into his chest. He grinned
down at her. "Fight me."

"I don't know how." She shouted at him.

He sighed and came around behind her, "Like this." He positioned her fist and wrist.
"Differnt angles, bring different results, but that is how you hold a punch."

She nodded and dropped to the ground.

He appeared in front of her. "Punch me in all the different ways you can think of and
I'll block them."

She began to do as he asked and watched carefully as he defended himself, he
abruptly switched to offensive and she was forced to block as he had been doing.

They stood facing each other, only their arms moving.

Vegeta began to speak again, on full teacher mode. "If you are going
to do any battle that involves your feet, stretch out. In fact, I recommend
you stretch out completely when you get up in the morning and try to stay
warm all day."

She blinked her eyes once, not trusting moving her head, however she was forced
to as a fist came for her jaw.

He smirked. She wrinkled her nose. "So how long do we do this?"

"Until you get it right." He growled.

She laughed. "Yes, teacher."

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Bulma leaned back and cracked her back and looked over at her lab partner, the
flame styled hair had creases in it from where he had ran his hands through it
so many times.

"Vegeta. . ." She groaned in pain. "I think that is enough for one evening."

He looked over at her and gave a trademark smirk. "Tired, woman."

She shook her head, "Sore."

"That's to be expected."

She glared at him.

He turned back to his screen and chuckled. "I actually think that the only way that
you will be able to use coruscads if they are small. Well, tiny really. That way
you can fit in a processor and other circuitry into the modules."

"Too bad we don't have any that small." She said in mockery. She stood up
and walked over to stand behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders and
looking over him.

"I think I could have some shipped here by interstellar in a few days." He rubbed his
eyes. "It is possible, I do still have my scouter after all and that wouldn't require
me to contact anyone too important."

She looked down at the top of his head and made an odd face. "Vegeta, why do
I feel that you are hiding something?"

"Because. . ."

"why. . ." She strung out in a lilting voice. He looked up at her and frowned.

"It's not important woman."

She shrugged. "I guess I can drop it for now."

"Good."

His tail had unwound from his waist hours ago and had been lying limply behind
him. It twitched and sought out Bulma's tail, intertwining.

They both muttered curses and tried to disentangle themselves with little
success.

"Do tails always have minds of their own?" She grimaced, finally getting it
away from his.

Vegeta by now though was on the opposite side of the room and refusing to
look at her. "Yes." His voice was thick and supressed.

He wrapped it around his waist firmly and jumped out the window, vanishing into
the night.

Bulma sighed. "What is that all about?" She wondered outloud before turning
things off and closing the building.

She took a quick shower and collapsed into bed.

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Bulma wasn't sure where she was, it wasn't earth, it remotely
looked like earth.

She peered around at the gardens she was in and her body began
to move. She saw many new strange flowers and the sun was red
causing them to be many shades she had never seen before, but
that might have just been her vision. She had never recalled
seeing the colors that were in her sight at the moment.

A voice was carried on the breeze and she caught a whisper of it.

"This class is a picture of the legendary Super Saiyan, painted for
us by his mate, the great artist. . ." The woman droned, her
voice only mildly excited or enthused.

Bulma creeped up to the class to hear what they were saying.

A young male voice piped up. "Is this what Prince Vegeta will be?"

The teacher took a few moments to answer. "If he trains hard enough, maybe,
remember the royal family has been trying to attain this power."

"I don't think he will do it." Came a piping feminine voice.

"He is only a young boy, Areta." The teacher chided.

"That is exactly it, he is a BOY, Vegeta couldn't fight his way out of a paper
bag."

Bulma wanted to break into the clearing and throttle the young girl.

A few of the boys chuckled nastily. "Yeah, he is so weak."

The teacher finally spoke up. "Enough class. Time to get on with
the lesson."

The children paid no heed. "Yeah, a third class has more sense than him."

Bulma backed away from the bushes, not wanting to hear anymore, and
finally took a look at her body.

She was VEGETA!! A much younger Vegeta, but still Vegeta.

"The way you talk is treason, young man." The teacher said coldly.

The boy must have stood up. "You know it is the truth, and we all
know who's fault it is."

"Yeah." Another sneered.

"The Queen's, she is corrupting him."

"And she is so ugly, that white hair and violet eyes, not like
a true saiyan at all."

Bulma realized that this must be a class of older children, teenagers even. She
wondered whether or not they were spitting back what their parents said or
if this was their own opinion. Then her heart grew heavy, not even his own
people had faith in him or respect for him and his mother.

"The Queen is a white class, rare, and should be respected for her abilities."
The Teacher admonished. Then pulled out another picture. "This is the mate
of the first super saiyan-jinn."

"Blue!" A girl shreiked in laughter. "Her hair is blue."

The teacher smiled. "Yes, the mate of the first super saiyan-jinn was also
an exotic or as we call them today, white class."

Bulma skittered out into the royal gardens and headed into the general
protection of the palace, slipping in a side interest. The body she
was using didn't even notice the trappings of the palace, but she did.

Artwork and staturary filled the halls, paned windows let in the afternoon
sun, dark woods and a musky scent filled the hall. She caught whiff of
something spicy, it stood out from the heavier scent of the halls. Her
body stopped and headed after it, coming stronger as it got nearer.

"Vegeta." A soft voice soothed.

The body broke into a run and buried his head into the woman's
chest, bursting into salty tears. Bulma's first impression of this
woman was white, white clothes, white hair. She felt a hand
rubbing her back and she looked up into what could only be the
face of Vegeta's mother. They had the same ears, she decided and
the same mouth.

"Why don't they believe in me, mom?" He hiccuped, scrubbing his face
with his sleeve.

His mother patted the area of the coach next to her. Bulma finally
realized why she hadn't motioned for her lap, she was pregnant.

"Everyone is just tense, 'Geta." His mother smiled, it lit up her
eyes and Vegeta kicked the side of the divan chair she was leaning
on. "Frieza is becoming more insistent with your father and so
everyone below him is feeling the strain."

Bulma looked closer, noting the circles under her eyes and the
hollowness to her cheek bones. 'Including you.' She thought. Wondering
what had put this much strain on her.

"Is that why you and Daddy yell so much." Vegeta said sadly.

His mother nodded and wrapped her arms around him. "Yes, it is."

"Stop fighting mommy." He begged. "I can't stand it when you two yell."

Bulma didn't imagine the pain in her eyes, and knew that Vegeta had missed it.

"I'll try, 'Geta." She smiled sadly and Bulma knew that there was no way she would
back down from any fight that King Vegeta offered her.

Vegeta brightened a bit. "Good, cause you know that it isn't good for
my baby brother."

"And you will be the best big brother there is." The woman smiled warmly at her
son and Bulma felt her heart breaking.

'He never had a chance.'

"Woman, what is going on here?" A gruff voice came from the doorway. Bulma watched
as the queen tensed and relaxed.

"I was just talking to our son, Vegeta." She said calmly.

The king grunted. "Vegeta, report to the training rooms."

The woman gasped. "VEGETA, have you lost your senses?"

The look the king gave her was cold and Bulma noticed that these two
had obviously loved each other deeply, once.

"Get going, son."

She scrambled out of the room and down the halls, the voices of his
parents ringing in Vegeta's ears.

Bulma entered what had to be a training room, virtually because there was nothing
there, except a dirtpacked floor and walls.

She took her place with a line of children, much older than herself, and she
looked around nervously, quite sure that Vegeta wasn't showing anything at all.

"You are late."

"Sorry Sir." Tumbled out of her mouth. Bulma winced.

"Where were you?" The trainer growled down at him/her. Bulma winced, his excuse
would get him killed.

"The king just found me sir."

"Answer the question."

"With my mother sir." Vegeta stood straight and dared the captain to do anything.

The next thing that she felt was the wall hitting her back. She hid a glare. 'He
was doing nothing wrong.'

"That is a lousy excuse for not being on time." The huge man growled.

Vegeta kept his mouth shut. The other kids snickered at him and he
wrestled with anger and embarrassment. He was the prince. He stood
up shakely and walked back to his place in line, head high.

More laughter tinged his ears. He growled in the back of his throat.
Curse words that no child should know were going through his brain and Bulma
laughed slightly in amusement.

Vegeta folded his arms over his chest as soon as he was back to where he started.
The captain threw his arm out at him.

Vegeta went flying through the air again, making no move to defend himself. His
eyes dead. Already he was losing emotion and feeling.

Bulma switched moods, and soon felt despair. 'Fight him, Vegeta.'

"Fight me, boy." The captain snarled. "Or have you no honor."

Vegeta stood up and shook himself off. His eyes had started to snap in rage, and
Bulma could feel his ki raising.

Vegeta's tail unwound from about his waist and he smirked, his arms were still crossed.

"Pathetic." He sneered. His anger shooting his ki up to new heights. Vegeta
didn't bother with ki flames, those were for show.

Scouters began ticking as he powered up. "I was wondering why my father sent me here."
Vegeta snarled.

The captain refused to back down. "Get back in your place soldier."

"Bow to me, imbecile and I'll think about it."

Bulma inwardly shook her head, who was this, and were was the vulnerable boy
she had seen but minutes ago.

The captain glared at the miniscule prince. Vegeta raised in the air
and began to form a ball in one hand. His tail wrapped itself around his waist
and he glanced at every single student.

"Are you so stupid to throw that?" One mocked and Vegeta stiffened, it
was the same boy from the history class in the gardens.

Vegeta smirked and let it fade. "Nah, it would be a waste of energy, I'd
rather do this."

He blurred out of sight and knocked the captain to the floor. Vegeta
landed and looked down his nose. "This is how you adress me captain."

The captain's hand shot out and Vegeta easily dodged. His scouter taking
the reading off the captain. He nodded and knocked him across the room.

"Improve yourself captain and let someone else teach these nitwits." He
cocked a head in the direction of the sparring class. He gave another
smirk. "I expect you to be in training room one tommorrow to meet your
new teacher."

"You princeling." The man snarled.

Vegeta turned to him and crossed his arms again and smirked. "You wish."

He exited the room and walked down the hall proudly, until he reached his
rooms. Where he collapsed on the bed and began to shake. Bulma didn't
blame him for shaking, he was only a young one. She looked around
his room.

Models of spaceships and aliens dotted the shelves, saibamen seeds in a
container on the bookcase, full of textbooks and war stories, she could
read them from here.

A box of clay and a half finished sculpture took up a corner of the room,
the most messy place of all. On the other side was a stringed instrument
and stacks upon stacks of musical peices. On the walls for decoration
were swords and other sorts of weapons, pictures of the super saiyan and
what must be famous saiyan's took up the spaces between them.

The bed was hard, as if even while sleeping the prince wasn't allowed
comfort. But what it had for lack of comfort it made up in looks, the
materials were the best, they felt like cotton and had the look of satin
silk. Slashes of red and blue along with the same dark wood that lined
the floors of the halls were the primary color scheme of the room.

Vegeta rolled out of the bed and looked into the mirror. His eyes
were red and puffy, so he splashed some of the water on his face.

He headed towards the corner with the sculpture and sat down in front
of it, removing his gloves and manuevering the clay around with his
bare fingers. Bulma shuddered, it was cold against her skin. Who was
this Vegeta?

The door banged open and the prince jumped.

A very angry King of Vegeta Sei stood there and from how Vegeta gulped,
Bulma knew he was going to get it.

"Father, I can explain. . ."

"Enough of your foolishness, Vegeta."

There was a crack and a sense of falling.

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Bulma jerked awake, her sense of equilibrium off. She
relaxed and lay her head back on the pillows. "Only a dream."

It was still dark and she looked at her clock. "Four oh nine, AM." She
grumbled, rolling over. "Great, just great." She tossed and turned
for a while before looking back at the clock. 4:14, it said in red letters.

She growled and resisted the urge to throw it across the room. She hopped out
of bed and chose some clothes for the day, but first she went through
a whole regiman of stretches that Vegeta had shown her.

"I can't believe this," She growled under her breathe as she padded down
the stairs, careful not to wake up anyone else.

She entered the kitchen.

"So, you can't sleep either." A dry voice came from the table and Bulma
blinked.

"No." She shrugged. "I had an odd dream."

He snorted. "I'd concur, but then all my dreams are odd."

She hid a yawn behind her hand and grabbed an apple from the fridge. "Well,"
She took a bite. "Then we'll just have odd dreams together."

Vegeta nodded and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. "So, since we
are up so early, what do you want to do?"

"Well, we could train, work on the project or you could explain a bit
more about the saiyan-jinn."

"Depends on what you want to know." He muttered.

She gave him an evil grin. "All of it."

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Bulma stretched and prepared herself for another attack. Something
was bugging the back of her mind, but wouldn't clear. She
dodged the two ki balls that were sent her way and threw a few
back at him and followed them up with a few punches and kicks.

"Changing gravity to two hundred gees." A warm female voice came from
the walls, and Bulma glared at her training partner.

"This is going to hurt," she muttered, before plummeting to the floor, managaging
to crouch into a fighting stance and not be sprawled on the floor.

Vegeta laughed. "You must admit though, we are making great strides."

Damn him, he was still floating.

"Give your ego a rest, 'Geta." She snarled back.

"Ego." He sputtered. "That was a statement of fact."

"Then how come you are still flying."

"Bulma, you've only been at this two weeks." Vegeta groaned. "You are doing
wonderful, especcially for someone with so little training."

Bulma shook her head. How was she to explain that her dreams were more frequent
and she woke up with fighting moves dancing in her head. Ones that she had to try
on the saiyan-jinn prince, who would often show her a counter or variation.

Thinking of the saiyan prince she dodged out of the way and began to use him as a target, cross
punching bag. His strange behavior had settled down and while his tail liked to wrap around her
still, he had more control over it and she was oddly missing the feel of it.

"I need to get stronger." She growled, shaking all thoughts of his pecular behavior
out of her mind.

He didn't laugh and delivered a move that she hadn't seen yet and she careened across the
room, barely stopping before hitting the wall. She used it as a kick board to get back at him.
She filed away the new move for future reference.

Vegeta however wasn't in the place he had been a moment before and caught her about
the waist, slamming her into the ground.

She moaned in pain.

"Gravity off." He barked.

"Returning to one gee in five, four, three, two, Gravity one initiated." The same voice
spoke.

Neither moved from the floor and Vegeta moved to kneel beside her, instead of on her. She
rolled over to look at him.

"That hurt, damn it." She cursed, between taking gasps of air.

"Of course it did, it was supposed to. No one is going to coddle you on the battlefeild
Bulma." Vegeta snapped back.

"I don't expect them too." She used her elbows to raise herself up and smiled up at them.
"I was just stating the obvious that it hurt." She raised her eyebrows and batted her
lashes.

Vegeta shook his head. Neither really realizing how close they were. Her tail decided to play.
It wrapped itself around his wrist and jerked him foward, releasing him as soon as he was
off balance. Vegeta barely caught himself on his hands, one on either side of her, his body
angled.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

She shook her head in denial, but neither of them believed it. His tail was
still wrapped around his waist. Bulma's legs were slightly bent to keep her balanced
and his tail went around her thigh.

"Only if you are trying to do the same." She whispered. She cursed inwardly and wished
she knew more about tail etiquette, all she knew about it was that wrapping itself around
opposites was a sign of affection, but how deep of an affection she had no clue.

His eyes drilled into hers and Bulma clenched her hands.

'She wouldn't want a man like me.' He thought. 'Not her.'

Bulma cocked her head to the side, and leaned upwards, almost as if she was reading
his mind. "Don't think like that 'Geta." She murmured against his lips, before
pressing down.

He managed to roll over so that he as on the bottom and pressed her to him.

She leaned out of the kiss, sucking his bottom lip. He stared up at her, confused.
She smiled down at him and brought her hand up to caress his cheek, he and she flinched
at the same time, and she hissed in pain. He broke out of his revery with a start
and gently manuvered her beside him before kneeling again.

He gently picked her up and walked out of the GR and towards medlab. Once there
he placed her on her feet and began to prep the tank. She stared at him in confusion.

He looked back at her. "Are you going to undress or shall I do it for you?"

She blushed and went behind the screen she had put in there, clothes flipped over it
and a towel vanished.

She walked out.

He finished punching the last button and turned just as she made it to him. He frowned.
"Will this undo the genetics?"

She laughed slightly. "No. Not if your using the regular formula, they are my genetics now."

"Good." He moved over to the side and offered her a hand in. She didn't drop the towel
until all the connection were applied and the respirator was on her face.

He shut the door and she pressed a hand against the glass as the tank filled up. The
last image she saw was him pressing the glass back.

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Yamcha jumped out of the sporty red convertable he had just parked in Bulma's
drive and walked briskly to the door.

He rang the door bell and was slightly taken aback when a wet, pissed Vegeta answered.

"Hi, Vegeta, is Bulma here?"

Vegeta blinked and cursed inwardly. "She is indisposed at the moment."

Yamcha refused to move. "What do you mean by that?"

Vegeta almost threw up his hands in frustration. "She is in the regeneration tank. So,
go away."

"You have been beating her."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I do no such thing, there is a difference between training and
beating, sometimes though training involves being beaten to a bloody pulp, but that
is her choice and none of my affair.

Yamcha began to turn red with rage, his hands clenched at his sides. "I should kill you."

Vegeta brushed off the threat. "With what?" He snorted. "Even the woman is stronger
than you."

"You have been beating her, and I bet she'll have the bruises to prove it."

There was a long beeping noise from the direction of the medlab.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Somehow I doubt that." He walked
off in the direction and Yamcha stalked after him.

"We'll see, why else would you put her in the regen tank."

Vegeta snorted. "I don't know, tell me." He said caustically and
rolled his eyes.

He grabbed the towel from a chair by the door and kept walking straight to
the tank.

That should have warned Yamcha right there, but no, he still came on.

The door hissed open and Vegeta methodically began to remove connections and
only after he was finished did he hand her the towel.

Her hand rested on his shoulder as she came out. She hadn't even noticed Yamcha
yet, who staring slack jawed at the fact she was in NOTHING but a towel and
didn't seem to mind.

"I feel much better."

"You stink." Vegeta muttered and grinned as he ducked under her slap.

"I think I can tell that for myself. Thank You."

She saw Yamcha out of the corner of her eye and still keeping a hand on Vegeta tested
her legs methodically. Her tail whipping behind her, in deep thought.

Yamcha hadn't noticed that, yet.

She looked over at Vegeta slyly. "A shower does sound nice. Care to join me?" She
winked at him.

He gave her a look. "I would accept, except I think that the weakling would take
offense."

She pouted. Her tail wrapped itself around her thigh. "You are no fun."

Bulma took a step away from Vegeta and towards the shower.

"Where did he hit you?" Yamcha croaked out.

She closed her eyes. "I am fine Yamcha, he didn't kill me." She gave Vegeta
a sly glance. "Not that he doesn't try."

Vegeta snorted and gave her a push towards the shower.

"All RIGHT," she shouted. "I get the damn hint Vegeta. Yeesh, I'm going, I'm going."
She stumbled toward the shower and Vegeta grumbled something under his breathe before
swooping her up and carrying her there himself.

She broke into a fit of laughter, "Put me down you big oaf."

Yamcha glowered. "Do as she says, Vegeta."

Vegeta twitched his tail and dumped her into the shower, she hit her rump with
a slight yelp. He turned the water on to full and she cursed.

Vegeta snickered and blurred out. Slamming the door behind him as he went.

"JUST YOU WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU 'GETA!!"

"And Kami forbid, what would you do?" His voice was amused.

"Bulma, get a grip on yourself." Yamcha yelled.

Vegeta winced and took a finger to his ear. "She can hear you just
fine. Quit with the theatrics woman and get clean."

He heard her cursing and muttering in both japanese and saiyan-jinn. Outlining
all sorts of crude tortures and punishments upon him if she ever caught him.

"That one is pretty cool woman. I'll have to remember that."

"VEGETA, STOP EAVESDROPPING!" The door was whirled open and
Bulma flared her ki to get dry, her tail whipped around her waist, holding
up another towel. "And make yourself useful. I need some clothes." Her voice
returned to a more modulated level.

"I am not your servant, woman." But he was already heading towards the house. He
knew what she really wanted, alone time with Yamcha. She didn't have a clothes
fetish anymore, modesty was now a foriegn word, well, most of the time.

Bulma watched him go with a smirk on her face. Then turned to Yamcha.

"How have you been Yamcha?" She smiled warmly. "You haven't been around
in, oh, two, three weeks."

"I want to know what is going on here."

Bulma blinked and making sure the towel was secure, began to braid
her still ridicously long hair. "Well, an experiment mal-functioned
and turned me into a saiyan-jinn." She watched him curiously, seeing
if he would swallow it.

"Why?" He demanded.

She shrugged. "I am having fun and Vegeta gets something else to beat on." Not really
answering his question.

Yamcha pounced on her statement. "So he is beating you."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "We are training partners." She walked past him. "Come on. He
should have been back here with clothes by now."

"I think we should wish to change you back."

"That would be a waste of a wish." She whirled at him and growled. "I like being this
way. I am having the time of my life." She paid no heed to the curious stares
of Capsule Corp employees going from building to building. She drew herself up,
looking terribly regal in her towel. "In fact, I am proud of being a saiyan-jinn. There
is a lot more to us than fighting."

"What, now being a human isn't enough for you?" Yamcha curled his lip. "Do we disgust
you as well."

Bulma refrained from slapping him. "No, I know what good humans have and can do." She
snarled. "I haven't forgotten who I was, but what is more important to me is who I am."

"Oh, really, who is that?" He asked sarcastically.

"I am the first elite exotic class saiyan-jinn Bulma." She hissed. "I am head engineer
of the science department."

"You are also demented." Yamcha yelled. "You have never been part of saiyan culture, how
could you be part of their so called science wing. Saiyans have no science, they are
cold, ruthless murderers."

"We have science and a history eons longer than yours." She spat, somehow making
her words more forceful by not yelling. "Our most ancient history is passed down by
ledgends and artwork from the begining artists. Our science is based on a technology
you would not understand and our social structure is beyond your pea like brain. I am
a first class, that means I am the best in my feild and my planet." She hissed.

"It isn't hard to be the best, when there is nobody else." Yamcha sneered.

"I am an elite as well. That means I have great power, and even the potential to
become the legendary, the super saiyan." She said with great satisfaction.

"You were and are human Bulma. There is no way for you to do such a thing."

Bulma crossed her arms and unwrapped her tail from her waist. "Genetics don't lie."

He made a grab for it, but she whipped it out of his reach so fast that he felt the air
of its passage.

"Don't you dare touch my tail." She hissed. "That would be the right of my mate, not
you."

"I am your boyfriend, Bulma. Doesn't that mean anything to you anymore?"

Bulma looked up into the air and seemed to think about it. She looked back down,
there was a grin on her face. "Nope. Not a thing."

His jaw dropped.

"You see, we don't have the concept of boyfriend/girlfriend. There is only mates or singles."

"You are a human Bulma, of course there is that concept." He pointed out.

"Oh, I understand the concept. My head just doesn't accept it anymore."
The wind made a few stray locks whip around her head. "And I am a saiyan-jinn."

He glowered at her and sighed. "You need to see a psychiatrist."

She shook her head, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Vegeta with his arms
crossed leaning in the doorway, her clothes dangling from his hand.

He nodded to her and tossed them in her direction. She caught them mid air.

"Psychiatrists won't help what I firmly believe, Yamcha." She examined the
clothes. She sighed, as usual there was no undergarments. "Barbarian." She hissed
in his direction. She had two choices, running around in a towel or putting
the clothes on in public.

"You need help Bulma, let me help you. Vegeta has beaten you into believing
that you are a saiyan." He pleaded.

"You want me to prove to you that I am 100% saiyan." She growled. "It's pretty
easy, saiyan's don't understand the concept of modesty either." She dropped
the towel and began to get dressed.

He had chosen a training outfit, that told her he wasn't through with her torture for
the day. She slipped the tanktop on after the pants and glared at Yamcha, her tail once
again whipping about her waist. She humphed and stalked towards the house.

"There better be food in there." She called.

"How can you eat so much and keep your size three waist?" Vegeta snickered.

She shoved past him into the darker, and cooler kitchen. Swirling the towel and
smacking him on the butt as she went past. "Don't ask such foolish questions."

Yamcha was still standing in a daze, trying to get over Bulma's little display.

Vegeta's laugh at Bulma's backtalk got his attention and Yamcha hurried towards
the house.

"You have lost your mind." He hissed at her and grabbed her arm in the kitchen.

There was a short flying sensation and a hard knock as he hit the floor with
a groan/muffled curse.

"Don't touch me." She hissed.

"Do as she says, she's hungry." Vegeta intoned. Neither offered him a hand up and he
struggled to his feet alone.

Yamcha glared at the other man. "How would you know that?"

"Since she just got out of the regeneration tank AND she hasn't had lunch yet." Vegeta
raised an eyebrow. "Her metabolism has risen, rather significantly."

Yamcha snorted and turned back to Bulma. He missed Vegeta shaking his head. Not
that he would have heeded it anyway.

"Bulma, baby."

"I am not a baby, or even remotely close to it. I am a grown woman." She slapped
things down on the table and headed for a carving knife.

Vegeta intercepted her hand as it was about to close around the handle. "I'll cut
whatever you want, but you are not to touch anything sharp or glass." He ordered, lowly,
looking into her eyes.

She nodded reluctantly and instead grabbed the peanut butter jar and a bag of chocolate
rounds.

She turned back to Yamcha. "Deal with the fact that I am a saiyan-jinn and if you don't
like it well. You can kiss my big toe." She nodded for emphasis.

Vegeta bit back a laugh. She went on. "So that Vegeta could boot you over that river of
tears."

Vegeta did laugh and began to quarter apples. "That would be a show to see."

She whirled to him and began to poke his shoulder, "cut the fruit for
the salad, and stop making sassy remarks."

He snorted, "I do not make sassy remarks."

"Stay out of this Vegeta!" Yamcha yelled.

"I always love having first row tickets to a lover's spat." Vegeta mumbled.

"WE ARE NOT LOVERS!!" Bulma yelled. Her ki rising and her hair begining
to float.

"A million apologies, oh free and single woman." He gave a short bow.

She shot him a glare and then turned it back to Yamcha. "Do you understand?"

"No, I don't." He glared back.

Bulma and Vegeta sighed at once.

"What is so hard about this?" Bulma mused. "I am a saiyan-jinn, therefore, I
have a tail, my ki has risen and so on and so forth."

"You forgot the telepathy." Vegeta pointed out.

Bulma smirked. "That was in the so on and so forth."

"So you can also turn oozuro and blow this planet to bits." Yamcha yelled.

"She won't do that." Vegeta shot at him. "I am going to teach her how to control
her oozuro state."

"When there is no moon." She shot at him.

He rolled his eyes and offered a sexy grin. "I knew there was chink in my plans, oh well,
I'll have to use Nappa's technique."

He ducked and rolled as she began to throw chocalate at him, his hand grabbing a few rounds
and munching them.

"And when were you going to do this?" She placed the rounds on the table and dove down
after him.

They wrestled on the floor until he got her in a death grip. "When I felt like it." He
'answered.'

"That is no answer and you know it."

"We haven't reached that stage in training yet."

"Yet. . . being the key word in that sentence right." She grumbled from her position.

He nodded and let her up.

"Good." She brushed herself down.

"I'll kill you before you do that." Yamcha glowered.

"If I can control it there would be no need to kill me." Bulma shot back.

"Then I'll just take your tail." He threatened

He wasn't prepared for the two snarls that came from the saiyan throats or the
combat croaches.

"I'll find a way to do it." Yamcha began to back up. "Believe me, I won't let you
destroy this planet."

"Threaten me again, human. And I'll take your tongue." Vegeta growled.

Bulma slid out of her croach and gave Yamcha a look. "Note though Vegeta, it
was a threat, not a promise, a threat you can't go through with."

"My statement was a promise however." Vegeta snarled and showed his fangs.

Yamcha nodded at him. He turned back to Bulma. "You'll come to your senses."

She smirked. "My senses tell me that I like who I am now." She sniffed
the air delicately. "However, at the moment the smell of male testosterone is
almost overpowering. Vegeta, quit it."

"Then tell him to go."

Bulma was beginning to lose control, she was hungry, a tad tired, of Yamcha
and his attitude that is and well, she was hungry. Did she already say that?

"Leave Yamcha, and think about what I said."

Yamcha walked foward and kissed her forcefully. Bulma's eyes narrowed
and she broke apart from the kiss, Vegeta's growl plain in her ears.
She punched him through the open door and followed after him, picking
him up by the back of his collar she dropped him into his car.

"Get out, Yamcha. Don't come back until your brain is screwed back on
right."

She leaned in and turned the key in the ignition and backed away before
he could blink.

A few seconds later, a squealing of tires announced the departure of the baseball star.

Bulma watched after him, her face set in a smirk. She dusted off her hands and spat.

"Vegeta, you better have some food ready. I need to get the taste of him out
my mouth." She shouted at the house.

"How strong do you want your drink?" He called back.

She walked into the room. "As strong as possible."

He grinned at her. "I think I'll join you."

She laughed.

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It was a few days later and Bulma had had some time to think about what happened
that day.

She looked up at the ceiling. "What in hell is wrong with us?" She muttered. She
was still having dreams, sometimes she remembered them, other times she had
vague impressions or something stood very clear in her mind. One particular
detail that stood out was a picture of a female saiyan, that was of all things,
blue in coloration.

This was just frustrating her, then there was Vegeta, he was begining to
confuse her. For instance, all the tale play, or the way he was so protective
of her around other males. She couldn't quite comprehend it.

There was also times that she didn't understand her reactions to him, like
the whole shower deal, or the kissing that they shared. She had started that
if she remember correctly, back when she was still 'human.' Her face
wrinkled in disgust.

She closed her eyes. She had nothing against humans, but she couldn't
help but feel contempt for the woman she once was, weak and pathetic.
Vegeta probably would tell her differently and point out the fact that
she was the only one who stood up to him and how she, for being
so weak in the strength department, helped in every fight and helped
them win. She knew the arguements, if only she believed it sometimes.

She growled with frustration, she couldn't get Vegeta out of her mind. He
haunted the few dreams that she remembered in detail.

"What are you doing to me, Vegeta?" She whispered to the ceiling.

A creak on the bed told her that she was no longer alone.

She looked over and stared into the black eyes of the saiyan no ouji.

He smiled slightly and traced a finger down her jaw. "I have no clue." He
whispered back.

She had to do something, she had to prove something to herself.

She lunged and caught his lips with hers, hands trailing down his sides. Realizing
just then that neither of them were dressed. But by the time she really thought
about it, it no longer mattered.

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She rested her hand on Vegeta's chest. The other was up by her collar bone,
tracing a mark that had never been there before.

Somewhere in their passion lovemaking, he had bit her, and she knew that if she
traced the same place on his neck, her own bite marks would be felt.

Vegeta wasn't asleep, but staring at the ceiling, just as she had earlier.

"This changes everything." He rumbled.

She smiled and brought up her lips to kiss his. "I don't care."

"No, you have to see something. We've mated, no it's deeper than
that, I felt your emotions, and saw your past when we bit." His voice
was hoarse. "We've bonded."

She smiled into his eyes. "And I am all right with that."

He looked at her disbelievingly.

She kissed him more deeply than before. "You see, I felt that I deserved
someone like Yamcha and you taught me differently, and you felt that no one would
love you for you and let us just say. . . I couldn't care less about you position."

He searched her eyes and she opened her mind to him. To show that she was only
speaking the truth. "I love you, Vegeta, for the caring, funny, protective, " her
voice turned husky. "Seductive, sexy man that you are. The crown that comes with
you could be called a fringe benefit."

Vegeta stared at her as if she was demented, but could feel it between
their minds.

He gulped. "It seems that my mother was right."

"Never doubt a woman, especially if your mother is a prophetess." Bulma smirked.

He mirrored her smirk. "Well, I love you for who you are, stubborn, loud, beautiful,
dare I say gorgeous, intelligent, strong. . ."

He leaned foward and kissed her again, their tales rubbing together, making them moan.

She panted. "I never thought that you of all people could say that."

He grinned. "Don't get used to it, it is a one time deal."

She brushed her nose with his. "Liar."

"I love you." He whispered.

"Know you are proving me right. Perhaps you aren't as contrary as some people
think." She murmured.

He grinned. "We should get dressed."

"Join me in my shower this time." She pouted.

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A few nights later

The phone rang and Bulma reached over and groggily picked it up. Vegeta
muttered and rolled over, placing his head under his pillow.

"Hello." She yawned, sitting up. A gleam came to her eyes and she picked
up Vegeta's pillow and hit him with it.

He yelped and glared at her.

"Hi, Bulma." ChiChi's voice was chipper.

Bulma almost groaned. "ChiChi do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Weeellll, no, but Yamcha has gathered all the dragon balls and I thought
you might want to be there when he made his wish."

That woke Bulma up with a start. "Stall him, we are coming."

"We?"

"Vegeta, wake up." Bulma snapped at the figure next to her.

"Bulma, are you carring the cordless." ChiChi asked, confused.

"No." Bulma was picked her clothes from last night off the floor and
Vegeta was scrambling for clothes as well, he had picked up his mate's
fear from the bond.

"The phone doesn't reach to Vegeta's room Bulma." ChiChi said logically.

"It doesn't matter ChiChi, I'll explain later, stall Yamcha, now!"

Bulma hung up the phone and streaked out the open balcony doors, Vegeta hot
on her heels. They headed straight up to the look out and arrived just in time
to hear him summon the dragon.

Bulma stared at Vegeta helplessly.

"I AM THE IMMORTAL DRAGON, WHAT IS YOUR WISH?" Came the gravelly roar.

Yamcha opened his mouth. "I wish. . ."

He never finished because Vegeta knocked him over. Bulma looked up at the immortal
dragon and looked at her mate.

Yamcha gasped something out, unfortunately the dragon heard it. He looked
down at Bulma and stopped, her face was contorted in fear and anger, her
body trembled. Her mind was screaming no.

The dragon chuckled. "I cannot grant your wish."

The gathered fighters looked at each other in confusion. Bulma sighed in
relief. She rose in the air and looked the dragon in the face. "Immortal
Dragon, I wish that I and my mate be super saiyans."

The Dragon shook his head. "You must earn that right."

She sighed in exasperation. "So much for the easy way." She grinned.

"Nothing worth it is ever easy, little one." Dragon rumbled.

Bulma nodded. She stared down at her mate and back at the dragon.

"Then I wish to meet the spirits of the legendary saiyans and Vegeta's mother."

"Just you." The dragon raised a brow ridge.

She laughed. "And Vegeta with me of course."

The dragon laughed with her. "You show great wisdom. Your wish is granted." He
boomed and dissappeared into the sky.

Bulma landed next to Yamcha and gave him a dirty look before turning to Vegeta.

He was looking at her strangely. "That was an odd wish."

"I have a theory." She said vaguely.

He rolled his eyes. "You and your theories."

"Shut up, generalist."

"Specialist."

"Concieted."

"Stubborn."

"Proud."

"Vain."

Their eyes were locked but there was no real malice to their words. She
leaned foward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Ahem. . . daughter." Vegeta's mother crossed her arms.

Bulma giggled. "Sorry."

The first super saiyan came up and looked at Vegeta, his mate on his arm.
Vegeta's jaw dropped in shock as he looked between them and his mate.

Bulma grinned. "See, I was right."

The first super saiyan and Vegeta rolled their eyes.

"Rub it in for all you got, girl." The first super saiyan's mate giggled. "He's
cute."

Bulma laughed and others came and introduced themselves. All the different people from
Vegeta's walls in his room and more.

She didn't notice that Vegeta had his tail wrapped around her until about half-way
through introductions. The female warrior that was talking with them chuckled.

"We saiyans are a possessive lot, Bulma." She shook her head. "My mate has been with
me for thousands of years and even he still growls when I am around other men."

Bulma laughed.

Vegeta looked a bit chagrined.

"Think if they were fully solid." Bulma clucked.

Vegeta groaned and put his face in her shoulder blade.

His mother just chuckled. "Poor 'Geta."

The other warriors were standing dumbfounded in the middle of the ghostly group.

Dende cleared his throat. "Bulma, why did you wish for this?" He gestured.

The murmurings of the ghosts got quiet and Bulma cleared her throat. "I wished
to ask for some advice and some knowledge."

Dende and the others blinked. Only Piccolo/Kami/Nail didn't seem affected.

Bulma turned to the gathering, she had met most of them. "I wish to know of
the Saiyan-jinn, first person from the people who lived through the times, not
through the history so carefully indoctrinated into saiyan children."

The ghosts whispered amoung themselves. This was a novel idea. Bulma took out an
small coruscorad. "I wish to recreate the crown of Vegeta-sei, and to do that
I must have the history."

Vegeta stared at his mate, slack jawed in shock. "Bulma." He whispered.

She placed a finger on his lips. "I am doing this for you." She smiled. Then
leaned foward and whispered into his ear.

Vegeta barely refrained from crying and hugged her tight. "I don't deserve you."
He growled hoarse.

Bulma leaned back and kissed him roundly.

The first super saiyan and his mate grinned at each other. "This is one for the
history books."

She nodded.

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Bulma was sitting in Vegeta's lap and rolling the coruscarad around in the palm
of her hand. Her head against his shoulder, and her hair cascaded down
her chest to the ground where it puddled.

The only ghosts left was the first super saiyan, his mate and Vegeta's mother.

Yamcha was glaring at all of them.

"Why didn't he grant my wish?" He grumbled.

The saiyan's heads snapped up. Goku and Gohan's had thoughtful looks on their
faces, as they had heard all the history as well, and Vegeta's was full of
rage.

"Are you that stupid, human?" He snarled, tail twitching.

Bulma laid a hand on his thigh. "Vegeta." She murmured, in quiet entreaty.

Vegeta shot Yamcha another glare, but held his tongue.

"You were going to kill her, Yamcha." The low melodious voice of Vegeta's
mother spoke. "And if you killed her, you would have killed my son as well."

Yamcha turned his burning gaze to her. "How do you know that?" He furrowed his
eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.

Vegeta's mother laughed. "The body can only take so much stress, even if it is
a saiyan-jinn, changing her back would have killed her, and with his mate dead,
first Vegeta would kill you and them effectively kill himself in some manner."

Vegeta's arms grasped Bulma tighter to him and he growled low in his throat. "She
speaks true." His anger rolled off of him in waves, his ki high enough that he
should be creating flames of power, but he wasn't.

Bulma purred in an attempt to calm him. He relaxed only slightly, and rubbed the
side of her face with his.

"It should have worked." Yamcha muttered darkly.

The first super saiyan laughed. "If it had worked, I can almost bet that she
would have changed herself back."

Bulma nodded. "I still have the documentation."

"I thought you said it was an accident."

Bulma blinked. "Well, I then even document accidents, don't I?" She said tartly.

Vegeta chuckled, his chest vibrating. She tried to get closer to him.

The mate of the first super saiyan snickered. "You two are so cute."

Vegeta glared. "You two weren't and aren't much better, at least according
to the histories."

They made faces and Vegeta's mother laughed. "Don't be ashamed of it, children."

"We haven't been children in a long time." Vegeta stated dryly.

Bulma snickered, "Oh, not for several decades at least."

"Be quiet woman." He growled in her ear, and it caused tingles to race up
and down her back, she shuddered.

She changed to subject quickly. "'Geta, you promised that you would teach me
to go oozaro." She pouted.

Vegeta shook his head, his chin brushing against the crown of her head. "You
are stubborn."

"You can't talk, my son."

Goku blinked. "I wish I could remember Vegeta-sei like you two." He nodded
at the two living saiyans, sitting in the middle of the pale colored forms of
the ghosts.

"If wishes were fishes." Bulma muttered under her breathe.

Vegeta's mother took a deep breathe. "There is a way to reverse the damage. However,
it takes complete trust on the matter of the participant and great control by
the repairer."

"Kakorott, you may not even remember Vegeta-sei, but Yardat-sei." Vegeta pointed out. "That
is where you were training."

All of them blinked at him. Vegeta shook his head. Bulma slapped him lightly. "Answer
the unasked question 'Geta."

"I kept tabs on all soldiers in my peer group, I only lost track of him after he
left Yardat, and I was a bit to preoccupied at the time to care."

Yamcha couldn't help but sneer, he was walking a thin line, but was bitter. "With
what, women, or maybe mass murder."

"Quiet human." The first super saiyan snarled. "Freiza has been around for thousands
of years, even I have tasted his power."

His mate quickly reached out and patted his arm, her orange eyes worried. She turned
to Yamcha, and the others who were also paying close attention. "Survival is
all one can do under Frieza."

"All one could do." ChiChi pointed out. "He is dead now."

"I find that very hard to believe, ChiChi, mate of Kakarott. He has been around
so long it is difficult to remember that he is no more in this dimension."

Picollo grunted and Dende nodded. "I can understand."

The two ghosts looked at him appreciatively. Vegeta's mother smiled.

"I have no doubts that he is dead, I have seen him in the underworld."

The other ghosts raised eyebrows at her.

"I was called upon to cast judgement on him on behalf of the Saiyan-jinn race and
for Vegeta-sei." She stated matter of factly. Her face darkening in anger.

Gohan leaned foward. "What did you judge?" He asked easily.

"That, child is not for you to know."

Gohan grinned and leaned back. "I didn't want to know anyway."

Vegeta's mother stood up and brushed imaginary lint off her robes. "I should
be going, there are ceremonies to conduct."

Bulma stood up and Vegeta got to his feet after her. It was odd to watch
his mother hug him and he actually not complain about physical contact.

"I love you my son. Remember our code." She whispered. Most of them hearing
her.

"I will mother." He nodded. No tears escaped, but his eyes burned. "I will
miss you."

She took a step back and in turn enveloped Bulma in a hug. "You are a good
match daughter, look after him."

"He needs it." Bulma snorted. "I am glad I met the woman that Vegeta holds in
such high esteem."

Vegeta's mother took a step back and vanished like mist being hit by the
sun.

The first super saiyan nodded at Vegeta. "You are close, grandson." He grinned.
"Very close."

Vegeta cocked his head. "Then I shall work harder."

All the mates of the saiyan-jinn shook their heads, amused. Their eyes finding
each other, choking down giggles.

Their mates glared at them. Their faces turned wide eyes and innocent. "What?" They
said at once.

Bulma hugged the mate of the first super saiyan. "We shall someday see you on the
other side."

"Make it a long time in the future please, I don't think heaven could deal with
more powerful mischeif makers." She grinned.

She took a step back and faded away. The only one left was the first super saiyan-jinn."

He looked at Kakarrot, then at Gohan and nodded. He turned to Vegeta. "There
are others alive."

Vegeta nodded. "I know."

"Do not fail them." He stated before fading away.

"I won't." Vegeta whispered and his hand intertwined with Bulma's.

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Picollo gazed at the two saiyan jinn. Vegeta and Bulma were still on the look out.
Yamcha had left in anger a few minutes ago. Gohan was standing next to him.

"Sensei, are they together?" Gohan nodded at Vegeta and Bulma.

"Obviously." Picollo said dryly.

Gohan grinned. "Good."

Picollo looked down at his student. "It is good."

"They are good for each other." Gohan stated matter of factly. Still
at the stage in childhood where one spoke without thinking.

Picollo nodded slowly and gave a slight smile. "True."

ChiChi was exclaiming about something with Bulma and Bulma was
rolling her eyes in amusement or irratation, Picollo wasn't sure.

Dende came over to them. "The history of the Saiyan-jinn is much different
than the galaxy supposes."

Gohan twitched with pride. "I am glad to know I come from such people."

The two nameks laughed. His happiness was written in his features and his
tail twitched as a puppy dog's.

Their eyes widened. 'Tail?'

"Gohan, your tail, it's grown back."

Gohan frowned and reached back and grabbed it. He examined it and
gave it a slight tug, wincing in pain. "Yeah, I guess so."

Vegeta looked over at him and winked, pointing at his father.

Gohan's eyes widened, even his father's had grown back. "Dad, look! Your
tail." He called.

Goku looked over his shoulder in confusion. His tail waved at him.

ChiChi looked worried. "It has to go. I don't want my Goku turning into
a big hairy ape." She almost screeched.

Bulma raised her hand up. "ChiChi, whoa. He can't. There isn't a full moon."
She suddenly gave a sly look at Vegeta and he, who knew what that look meant, began
to back up.

"Woman. . ." He growled.

"Besides, Vegeta could teach him to control it. He is going to teach me, so why
not both Goku and Gohan. It ONLY makes sense." She glared at Vegeta until
he nodded reluctantly.

"Damn my mother some days." He growled.

"And what does your mother have to do with this?" ChiChi squealed.

Vegeta gestured. "She did the spell for the regeneration of tails. It is
a usefull spell, but I am not a preist or a white class, so I can't do it. But
she can, and she knows what a tail is to the Saiyan-jinn."

Gohan bounced over. "Which means, what exactly?" His tone was curious.

Vegeta looked down at him. "Well, brat, the tail is a source of our power
and a source of pride, the better your tail is kept, the better you are."
He waved his tail in emphasis.

"Tails are also very sensative, but you know that Gohan." Bulma admonished. "So
we must protect our tails." Bulma wrapped hers tightly around her waist and
patted it slightly, but it wanted to wrap around Vegeta instead. She sighed. "and
they have a mind of their own."

Vegeta wrapped his arms around her. "I don't mind." He mumbled, his voice muffled
in her hair.

Goku's tail had already wrapped around ChiChi's wrist and waist at least once, ChiChi
was eyeing it, not quite sure what to make of this.

"Why does it keep grasping me?" She stuttered.

"It is claiming you," Vegeta snorted. "His tail is saying that you are his
mate and nobody else can touch you."

ChiChi wrinkled her brow and watched Goku's black tail wave in the air. He was
thinking about something and so it was reflecting his mood.

"So when will we learn to control our oozuro state?" Bulma wheedled.

Vegeta sighed. "Later. It is a bit too close to the conference for me to want
to attempt it, and I want to do this one at a time. One raging monkey is enough, but
four." He shuddered.

Goku looked at Vegeta. "I don't understand why you are still only a prince."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I'm not. At least, not under the old code. There, however,
has been no coronation or anything of that nature, so I am stuck a prince. Under the
new code, however, I am still just a prince because I did not actually kill my father.
Freiza did, and you killed Freiza, but you aren't king because you aren't royality."

ChiChi's face relaxed. "So that is why you wanted to kill Goku?"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I still want to kill Goku, but that is beside the point."

Gohan was leaping ahead however. "So killing my dad is the only way you think that
people will accept you as king, under both the old and new code." He babbled.

Vegeta nodded. "Very good, brat. That is it exactly."

"That is stupid." ChiChi said firmly.

Bulma shook her head. "It isn't in way. How would you feel if only half of your
people agreed with you that you are king? They would be more likely to kill
you than obey you. It is just insurance that you will be accepted fully." She
shrugged at ChiChi's enraged look. "It is only logical."

"And good politics." Gohan spoke up. His mind whirling.

Bulma smiled. "Yep." She stretched and disentangled herself from Vegeta's
embrace.

"It is getting dark." She observed. She let herself drop of the edge of the look out,
her ki flared not ten seconds after she left, on it's way back to capsule corp.

Vegeta shrugged. "I think that is a subtle hint." He rose up and took off after her.

Picollo nodded to his pupil. "Let's go Gohan, we have training to do."

Gohan nodded eagerly and they departed in another direction.

Goku cracked his neck, then picked up his wife. "See you later, Dende."

Dende waved at the last of the dissappearing visitors to his castle and
shook his head.

These were interesting developements to be sure.

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END END END CHAPTER TWO

Okay, hmm, we are three Kb short, but guess what, it is close enough for me.

Umm. . .what to say. I do not know how to spell oozuro, so thus all the different
spellings, Let us see. . . oh, next Chapter.

The CONFERENCE!!!! More Yamcha bashing or argueing I don't know and I think
they shall learn how to go oozuru or o or whatever, I give up. Hmm. . .I'm still
not quite sure of where exactly i am going with this but some ideas orig from
this fic went to Just Between You and Me. . . so

please review and read some of my other stuff.

Later