You guys ROCK for being so patient with me, I hope you didn't give up! I had major writer's block and almost gave up on this story, but I've gotten my inspiration back! That and how could anyone give up on ol' Veggiehead? ;; I hope you guys like this, because there is more coming. I'm gonna start on the next chapter as soon as I get this one posted, so look for more sometime this weekend (most likely Monday, since I've got to go home this weekend, and will be leaving my computer here at school, allllll alone. sniff) Okay, enough blabber from me, enjoy!

Thanks again to all you guys for reviewing!!! It means a lot, and even if I don't get a lot of reviews, I'm still going to continue this story. Why? Because its fun

Part .2.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." Bulma sighed as she slid into the tub, bubbles frothing over the edge like champagne bubbles from an uncorked bottle. "Now this is something I could get used to." She closed her eyes, letting the tension ebb out of her body. Things were not going how she had envisioned them, and it was only the first day. Bulma would deal with all of that AFTER she got out of the bath, and the way she was feeling right now, that might not be till the next morning. She was exhausted.

Back in his study, Vegeta scowled at his computer screen. His parents were returning in three weeks to see the progress made by that disgusting woman. He narrowed his eyes. Vegeta was a prince among men, and he would be damned before letting a woman, especially one of such annoying personality, teach him how to walk again. Freshly incensed, he wheeled himself out of the study and toward the staircase. Ms. Briefs would be leaving, and she would be leaving now, once he got through with her. He chuckled evilly at the image of her quaking with fear. He reached the staircase, neglecting the button entirely, and began wheeling himself up the stairs. Macho, ain't he.. I had to put some of his superior strength into this story, even if he IS just a human in it.

The water had begun to get a tad too cool for Bulma's liking, so she reached down and pulled to plug to let some of the excess water drain in order for her to be able to refill it with nice hot steamy water. She sat up, reaching behind her for the remote to the big screen television, which conveniently placed on the wall adjacent to the bathtub. The door slammed open.

"Woman, what do you think you're doing??" Vegeta glared at her, a slight flush rising to his face, much to his annoyance.

Bulma covered her breasts, accidentally dropping the plug to the drain onto the floor beside the tub, which, of course, decided to roll around before coming to a halt by the door. "Damn it!" She felt her face flush. She narrowed her eyes at him "What does it LOOK like I'm doing? I'm taking a bath, you perv!"

"This is MY house, woman, you should ask permission before using it." He folded his arms, smirking at her discomfort. This is going to be easier than I thought.

That bastard! "It might be YOUR house, but for now, this is MY bathroom, and I'll do whatever I want with it, or in it." She uncovered her breasts. Vegeta's jaw clenched, and he willed the flush away from his face.

"And seeing as I was bathing, when you so rudely interrupted me, that's exactly what I'm going to continue to do." She reached down for the loofa, turning her back to him. Her hand made contact with the porcelain bottom. She bit her bottom lip. Shit! The water had completely emptied from the bathtub, leaving Bulma in a layer of leftover suds.

Vegeta mentally composed himself. She was nothing spectacular, he had seen naked women plenty of times, and she had nothing that they didn't have. So why was he so taken aback? "Looking for this?" He reached down, picking up the stopper.

Bulma glared at him. "Is there a reason why you're here?"

"I might ask you the same question, woman." He folded the stopper into his hand and crossed his arms. "I want you to leave. I don't need you here and I don't need your 'help,' as if you could help me."

"That's not what your father seems to think. He seems to think that you DO need me. That you DO need my help." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What do you have against me, anyway?"

"You should learn your place, woman." He tossed the stopper up and caught it. "My servants know theirs, and since that is what you are, you would be wise to take a few notes. I don't tolerate cheek from anyone, let alone a woman like yourself."

Bulma's face reddened in anger, a vein throbbing in her temple. "Tolerate cheek? Well, tolerate THIS!" She stood up, turned her back to him, and bent over. Turning around, she climbed out of the tub, snatched a towel from the sink and covered her personage. "Where do you get off telling me what to do?!" She stomped over in front of him, bending down so she was face to face with the furious No Ouji. "You are right though, I'm not your equal. And if I recall correctly, there is something that I have and you don't." She smirked. "The ability to walk."

No worries, peeps, next one will be longer. This one is only short because it is the second half of a two part chapter