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Chapter 3: short lived compassion.

It began raining hard outside, and Bulma's air car had shut down and ran out of energy. She was forced to walk home. She was crying so hard, she could not judge whether she was getting wetter from the rain or from her tears. Capsule Corp. was only a mile off from Yamcha's, and after about 20 minutes in the pouring rain, she got to the gate. She used her key to open the gate, and once she entered, she began to trudge to the house.

She opened the door that led to the kitchen, and sat down in a chair, holding her head she heard something from the refrigerator. After Grabbing a submarine sandwich, and a gallon of milk, Vegeta came out from behind the fridge. Sitting down in front of Bulma, he began munching on the sandwich. Looking up, he saw Bulma sobbing quietly, "What's wrong with you," he said with a weird face.

"What would you care," she said in a quiet voice, keeping her self from crying out loud.

"The Gravity room is still broken," he said as he began gulping down the milk.

Bulma looked stunned at his comment. She stood up quickly and began yelling with a crying tone in her voice, "You bastard…How…how dare you…you can't even see the condition I am in and your ridiculing me for not fixing your damned training machine," she sobbed with her mascara smeared on her face and her hair drenched from the rain. "You…You…You bastard," she cried as she ran up stairs to her room.

Vegeta shook his head and finished his sandwich. He began walking out to train easily in the Gravity room, but something held him back. "What is wrong with me," Vegeta said to himself. He clenched his fist and reluctantly walked back inside.

Meanwhile, Bulma had ran to her room and collapsed on her bed, only muffling her tears with the pillow she cried in. "Why did He have to do that…Yamcha, why, WHY!?" she said as she cried harder.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a certain saiyan prince walked in. he slowly walked in and over to the bed that Bulma was crying so heavily in, that she didn't even notice that he entered. Vegeta easily sat on the bed, as not to disturb Bulma. He stared at her for at least a minute, with a confused expression on his face. Bulma had made her crying face to Vegeta's leg. He was about to move away, but something deep inside kept him still. As she kept on crying, she began moving up his body until she was crying on is shoulder, and then between his shoulder and neck. She really didn't realize it was Vegeta, but only as a shoulder to cry on. Vegeta had no idea what to do, he was more confused than ever. His face softened, and he shocked Bulma even more than he shocked himself. As she was crying, he unconsciously put up his hand and laid it on her back.

Bulma stopped crying for a moment, as she looked up at Vegeta, but then her sadness over came her as she fell back on to his shoulder and made up for the tears she lost looking at Vegeta. After about 20 minutes, Bulma finally fell to sleep, in Vegeta's arms. He picked her up and put her under the sheets. Then he tucked her in and left the room to catch up on some sleep.

The next mourning:

Vegeta awoke at the crack of dawn. He went outside and checked the Gravity room. The leg was still bent, but he thought that it would hold long enough until someone came to fix it. As he got in, he began to do his warm-ups, but something plagued his mind. "Why did I do that yesterday," he ridiculed himself. "I need to get out of here before I turn soft."

Meanwhile, the suns rays had just awaked Bulma. She pulled herself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Staring towards the mirror, she saw her face smudged with mascara. She took off her dress and then her pantyhose. She started the shower as she removed her underwear. She got into the shower and let it run to wash off all of the makeup.

After she got out of the shower and threw on a pair of sweat pants and a tight shirt that showed her cleavage well, she walked to the kitchen and made a large breakfast. Then she walked outside, holding the tray, she set it by the door of the gravity room, and knocked. "Vegeta, I made you Breakfast," Bulma shouted into the machine.

Normally Vegeta would tell her to bug off, but he hadn't eaten much lately so she decided to take the offer. Without saying a word he opened the door, immediately noticing the tight shirt that Bulma was wearing. He came out and sat down in front of the platter of waffles, pancakes, eggs bacon and toast, digging in almost immediately. With a slight giggle, Bulma left him and went to her shop where she got a few welding materials and a few supported metal rods. Walking back out, she got to work right away on damaged leg that Vegeta broke. By the time Vegeta was done eating, he looked up and saw Bulma putting the finishing touches on the leg.

Walking down from a ladder, Bulma sat down next to Vegeta who was drinking up some juice. "Look, Vegeta, about last night…" Vegeta, who to this point hadn't said anything, cut her off.

"Woman, the only reason why I did that last night is so you would fix my machine," he barked at her. "So what ever you 'think' might have happened last night, just know that I did it for my own purposes."

Bulma didn't know if she was going to cry or slap him, she took the second. With a large smack on the face, Vegeta was almost stunned at her boldness, "How DARE you play with my Emotions like that, I can't believe that I fell for that, I don't know if I am more angry at you for playing that despicable game on me or for me falling for it, Don't expect your breakfast on a silver platter again, you arrogant pig!" Bulma said as she knocked over the rest of his orange juice and ran back inside.

"I don't believe it," Bulma continued with herself, "how could he do something like that…well at least I am not thinking about Yamcha anymore, I have to say, When Vegeta gets you pissed off, you can't think of anyone else." Bulma had gone back to her room to change into something a little more casual. She got into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and walked off to the garden to read a book that she had been reading before this whole ordeal. When Bulma read, it was like she went into another world, so when she usually had problems, she resorted to reading.

Mean while, back in the Gravity room, Vegeta had restarted his training and with the gravity room more stable, he had begun to train more viciously. He had reached 195 times earths gravity, and he had begun doing back flips. Each one was so much force on his torso; it was almost like he was being stretched. Even sweat became a heavy burden on him. He then moved on to running and then changing directions and doing punches and kicks, trying to find a way to make his punches and kicks seem more fluent and easier and less painful under such extreme conditions to do.

The day continued like this, each of them in their separate corners, just waiting for the bell to get them going at it again.

Three weeks later:

It was Monday mourning and Bulma's mother and father had gone for a 3-month vacation/business trip around the world. Bulma had been dreading this because it meant three months with no one but her and Vegeta in the house. Normally in these conditions, she would run to Yamcha, but that was defiantly out of the question.

Bulma was in the living room watching television when she had heard the Gravity room turn off. Looking at the door to the outside, she watched as she felt a presence approach. Suddenly the door opened and all she could see was Vegeta, but there was something wrong. Looking more closely she saw his right arm bent to cover his mid body, and upon closer examination, she saw blood dripping from his stomach area. "Woman, give me a first aid…kit…" Vegeta was able to get those words out as he passed out on the floor in front of Bulma.