Note: OK. I got the reviews and decided first I'm going to make it a Normal Saga. But then after I make the end to that I'm going to make an AU cut off. LOL. Because I wanted to make an AU but you guys voted on making it normal, so I'm gonna split it! MUAHAHA!

You know those stories like Titanic where you see a person and they're telling the story at the beginning and suddenly it drifts off into the actual story? That's what I intended to do. So now I'm putting it in the present tense.

OH, sorry about the delay. I got my timeline messed up. I couldn't remember if she built the gravity machine before Trunks came or after or anything. I still don't know, even though I tried to look it up, but my computer is messed up. So, just go along with what I say the order is please until I find the real thing.

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            Vegeta had just come back from another space mission. It was another normal day of Vegeta completely ignoring Bulma's presence. Bulma did not like to be ignored. So, Bulma tried whatever was possible to make her presence know while he was on the planet. It's not like she liked him or anything. (Yet.) She had Yamcha! The real reason was that she didn't know why he ignored her. He always seemed to pay attention to everyone else except for her, especially since that boy from the future came. She didn't care if the people he paid attention to were the people he hated. It was just that he acted like she wasn't worth his time, and to her no one was too superior for her to be unworthy. Even if he was a Prince!

            "What can I do to make him notice me?" she asked herself again as she sat at the table drinking her coffee. "Let's see..." she ran over in her mind. "What is the one thing that is most important to him?" She thought about this for a while. Still thinking, she looked around for something that might give her a clue. Her eyes roamed outside, where she saw him shadow boxing. She snapped her fingers and sat forward. "That's it! Training! Well, and eating, but that not as important to him!" She thought. "Uh… lets see. Maybe if I somehow make his training easier…. No. That's not what he wants. He wants to make it harder."

            Suddenly it hit her. "Of course! I can build something that will help him train harder! But how?" She pondered on this for a moment.

            "Baka planet…" she heard Vegeta mutter. "Such a weak species. Even the gravity is low." She bolted outside, not caring that her coffee had just spilt all over the table.

            "VEGETA!" she screeched frantically, looking around for him. He appeared right in front of her.

            "WHAT!?" he barked.

            She recoiled back due to the sudden burst in her ears and the invasion of personal space. She rubbed her ears for a second and then looked up at him excitedly.

            "Vegeta, was the gravity on Vegetasei heavier than here?"

            Vegeta seemed to flinch at the mention of his home planet. "By 10 times," he muttered, walking away.

            Bulma grinned evilly "Just wondering!" she called after him, running frantically to her lab.

            She practically flew towards her desk and started sketching schematics for her new invention.

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            "Oh, Vegeta!" Bulma sang happily.

            "What is it now, harpy?" he barked from outside. He was sparring with Goku.

            "Come here, Vegeta!" she sang, ignoring his obvious insult.

            Vegeta stopped sparring immediately, trying to figure out why this woman always seemed to say his name. "Does she like my name or something?" he muttered. Goku smiled mischievously.

            "I gotta go. Cya!" He flew off, just like that.

            "What a weirdo," he muttered. "Why?" Vegeta asked Bulma stubbornly.

            "I have something for you!" she said, running outside. Now she could show him out there. They weren't fighting so she was safe.

            Vegeta crossed his arms impatiently until she was up to him. She stopped and panted for air. "Well?" he snapped. "What is it?" She smiled and held out a very large capsule.

            He took it out of her hand. "What's this? If it's some vehicle I don't need it."

            Bulma grinned. "Just look. You're going to like it. I just know it!" He forked his eyebrow like "Yea, right…" and clicked the capsule top. He then threw it 50 feet away, since that's what the instructions said.

            BOOM. A huge dome appeared. Vegeta's eyes widened but he caught himself and scowled. "What's this?"

            "Come inside!" Bulma said, ignoring his question and motioning for him to follow. Vegeta growled, not used to being ignored, but followed just the same.

            He walked in to find himself in what looked like those spaceships they used to fly to Namek.

            "I don't need a spaceship!" he growled.

            "It's not a spaceship, dummy! It's a gravity room!" Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "It raises the gravity. You can then train under higher gravity, making you stronger!" she exclaimed, smiling. It was obvious she was very proud of herself.

            "Why'd you build this?" he growled, thinking there was some catch. Bulma seemed to read his thoughts.

            "There's no catch Vegeta. I guess it's just a thank you present for deciding to help us fight the androids." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He grunted something and tried to push her out so he could try it out.

            "Wait!" she screeched. It was obvious she had planned for him to do this. "You can only activate it with a password. I'm not telling you the password unless you say thank you!" she said, her decision final. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, waiting for him to say it.

            Instead, she got: "Woman, I should blast you right now for you insolence!" He raised a hand that had a bright blue ki ball in it.

            "If you kill me you won't get the password and no one will be able to fix it when you blow it up or something." He lowered his hand. Yep, she had planned for all of this.

            "So, what do you say?" she cooed.

            "Thanks…" he muttered miserably, as quietly as he could.

            "What'd you say? I couldn't hear you?" She wanted to make sure he never underestimated her again.

            "THANKS! Now what's the password?" roared.

            Bulma smiled smugly. "The password is Bulma. It can't be changed unless it has my voice activation." Now she was paying him back for never calling her by her real name.

            Vegeta growled and stomped to the control panel, hoping to turn on the gravity before she could make it outside. Bulma saw this coming and bolted outside.

            "That proves she's not that stupid…" he muttered and turned the gravity on.

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            "Whew! Too close!" she said as she heard the buzz of the machine. "I need to install an automatic off sequence or something," she said, an idea popping into her head. She went to her lab to plan it out.

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            Bulma strolled into the kitchen to make dinner. Vegeta came sulking in through the screen door a little while after, sweaty and shirtless. Bulma gasped and stared at his chest. There was a huge gash across it (not that she wouldn't have stared anyways, LOL).

            "Vegeta!" she squealed, dropping the frying pan in her hand (no ChiChi bashing intended). "Are you OK?" she said, inspecting him for any more injuries.

            Vegeta was quite flabbergasted she actually cared, but his façade remained strong. "Why do you care?" he growled, not as mean as he intended it to be.

            "You are a guest in my house. If I let you run around with half a body, people would start to worry about my hospitality!" she said as-a-matter-a-factly, running to the nearest bathroom to get a first aid kit. Vegeta grumbled and mumbled about being fine and about stupid, overprotective women. His protests were to no avail, for Bulma saw to it personally that he get cleaned up.

            As she was swabbing his chest with the peroxide, Vegeta looked at her funny and grabbed her wrist quickly, as if stopping her from reaching somewhere she wasn't suppose to. Bulma didn't even struggle. She just stared at him questioningly.

            "Why are you doing this?" he asked, thinking she was trying to trick him into something. Bulma straitened up and decided to answer truthfully.

            "Because I care about your well-being," she answered.

            Vegeta glared at her as if warning her not to do something, and then looked down and mumbled "whatever," Bulma smiled. She knew in Vegeta language, that meant, "OK. That answer is satisfactory." She continued cleaning up his gash.

            "You know, Vegeta," she said in the midst of her work. "Not everybody is out to get you. Once in a while you should trust someone." She finished.

            Vegeta just went 'humph!' crossed his arms, and went to the table to eat. Bulma decided he didn't need to answer and sat down to join him. Suddenly he stopped eating and looked Bulma strait in the eye.

            "I'll trust you if you trust me," he said darkly. Bulma's parents walked in. Vegeta went back to being a hungry pig. Bulma could only stare in wonder and try to contemplate the deeper meaning he meant in that.

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MUAHAHAH! You thought it was going to be action packed with villains and robbers night, huh? MUAHAH! I'm so evil! Well, please review. (I edited this chapter)