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               ^Change location or time^

          A week has passed since Bulma and Vegeta sat together and watched TV.  Both have kept to their promises and you could almost say that they were becoming friends.  They have gotten closer, but if you asked them, they would deny everything.

^Living room^

           Bulma was sitting on the couch watching TV when Vegeta came in from training.  Bulma had on blue shorts, and a black tank top, with her hair up in a bun, while Vegeta had on his black training shorts.  "Onna, I'm hungry, fix me something to eat."

           "When are you not hungry?"

           "Never," he said with a smirk.

           "Fine, I'll make you something," she said standing up and heading to the kitchen.  Vegeta followed closely behind her, but then broke off, and went over to sit down in his chair.  Bulma walked over to the fridge and began piling packages of meats and cheeses on the counter for their lunch.  When she had what she needed out, she started putting some sandwiches together.  Bulma filled up a couple of plates for Vegeta then fixed one for herself.  She walked over to the table and sat the plates in front of him, then sat hers down across from him.  She went over to the fridge and took out some drinks then walked back over to the table.  Bulma passed a couple of cokes over to Vegeta after she sat down then she picked up her sandwich and started eating.  Vegeta finished eating his lunch in no time and stood up.  He picked up his plates, then walked over and sat them down in the sink.  He had turned and started for the door when Bulma's voice stopped him.

           "Bye Vegeta and thanks."

           "For what?"

           "For putting your dishes in the sink."  Vegeta just gave her a small grunt as he walked out the back door.  ~ I guess in Vegeta talk that means your welcome.  Though a grunt from him can mean a lot of things, but it has been easier for me to read him lately.  I just can't help but to be a little happy about him picking up his dishes, I know that it is a small thing, but after our promise, he has been nicer to me.  Last week I wouldn't have been able to get him to do it, he would have just walked out the door without saying anything.  ~  Bulma went back to eating and quickly finished her sandwich then stood up to go wash the dishes.  When she was done, she headed off to the lab to help her father.

^Lab^

           "Hi dad, is the testing on the prototype done yet?"  Bulma asked as she walked over to him.

           "Yea it finished a while ago and I was trying to decide on a date for its release."       

           "Well how about that science convention you and mom are going to next month?  It would be a good time; the science magazines will be covering the event, and if you announce ahead of time that you will be releasing a new product, the news would cover it too.            

           "Yes that would be great, we would get a lot more interest in the convention and in the prototype.  Wonderful idea honey."

           "Thanks."

           "Okay we have a lot to do, so lets get started.  I'll call the PR department and tell them to set up a press conference.  You can handle talking to the reporters, right?"

            "Sure, but we need to decide how much information we are going to give out about the prototype.  I was thinking that we just tell them the basic we have a new invention that we will be releasing at the convention, then give them the date and location."   

           "That sounds good.  We don't have to do it now, but we need to estimate how long it will take us to mass produce it, find some buyers, then get it shipped out to distributors, and when it will go on the market, for the convention."

           "We can work on that later, but what day do you want to set up the press conference?"

           "I'll leave that up to you since you will be the one talking to them."

           "Okay, lets set it up for tomorrow."

           "Alight I'll go call them now."  Dr. Briefs stood up and left the room to go call from his private office.  A few minutes later, he came back in the room.

           "It's all set up.  Are you going to go to the convention?"

           "I don't know.  If I went we would have to leave Vegeta here by himself, because I know that he won't go, and I'm not sure we should do that.  He probably would blow the kitchen up if he has to cook, and if we tell him to order in, he'd scare the poor delivery guys so bad that they would need mental help with no one here to watch him.  Remember what he did to that one guy awhile back?"

           "I remember you saying that he took off screaming down the road, yes you'd better stay here with him to keep him somewhat in line."

           "Yea.  Well let's get to work."

           "Okay."

^Kitchen^

           Bulma and her mom were cooking dinner and her dad was sitting at the table.  Bulma and her father finished arranging everything for the press conference a little while ago.  "Bulma since dinner is almost done, why don't you go tell Vegeta to come in and eat," said Bunny

           "Alright," Bulma said as she stopped what she was doing and walked out the back door.  Bulma headed over to the GR and walked up the ramp to door.  She was about to knock when she saw that the gravity simulator wasn't on.  ~ I wonder what is wrong he usually trains all day and part of the night. ~   Bulma hit the release for the door and when it opened she walked in.  As she walked into the room, she saw Vegeta lying on the floor and ran over to him.  She knelt down beside him to check to see if he was alright.  She got up, walked over to the control panel, and turned on the com link to the kitchen.  "Dad I need your help to carry Vegeta in the house, he has been training so much that he has passed out from exhaustion."

           "I'll be right there and I'll call one of the robots to come and pick him up."  Bulma heard through the speakers.

           "Thanks Dad," she said before she shut off the link.  Bulma walked back over to Vegeta and sat down beside him.  She reached a hand over and lightly traced the lines of his features.  ~You've been pushing your self way to hard Vegeta, and I know that if I say something to you about it you would yell at me to mind my own business and it probably ruin what ever it is that is between us, whether it be friendship or something more. ~ 

           Bulma looked up and quickly moved her hand as she heard the door open.  Her father walked in with a robot in tow.  "Well let's get him up to his room," he said walking over to her. 

           The robot wheeled over to him and started manhandling Vegeta up off the floor.  The robot then turned around for the door, and almost ran Vegeta's head into the wall.  "Be careful with him you bucket of bolts," Bulma yelled.

           "Why are you so worried about him all of a sudden?"

           "I'm not!  I just don't want him waking up right now, because if he wakes up he will want to go right back to training and he needs his rest.  At least this way he will sleep for awhile."

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