'Ok, this chapter takes place during the famous three years before the androids arrive. Bulma has just broken up with Yamcha and she and Vegeta aren't together yet. But this chapter may explain how they begin to get close.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters. But I wish I owned Vegeta, heehee.

Chapter 2

Bulma lay in bed, tears pouring again. She couldn't believe she was still in this state. She and Yamcha broke up a week ago. They had a huge fight, he called her a nasty name, she yelled similar mean names and she threw him out. It still hurt, though. They had broken up before, but she knew that they would always get back together. This time…this time she wasn't sure.

For the past three days she had just laid in bed, bawling her eyes out. She barely ate or got up. She just didn't feel like doing anything except waste her life away in her bed. Everyone was doing something important. The androids would be here in three years and all her friends were training. They didn't have time for her. No one did! She cried even harder.

Vegeta stormed past her room. With acute saiyajin hearing all he heard for the past week was crying, crying, and more crying. He couldn't take it! Not that he cared or anything, he just couldn't stand the awful wailing that the weak human created. He needed to train, and fast. He needed to get out of the damned house.

The saiyajin prince trained non-stop for about five hours. He didn't even notice the icy shower that began to wail against his gravity machine. The season was getting colder and there were constant rainstorms.

It was nighttime and freezing outside. Lightning flashed brightly and thunder boomed across the blackened sky. Bulma had fallen asleep, but the deafening storm woke her. One bleary eye opened and she glanced out her window. She could see the large Capsule ship glowing and flashing as the saiyajin prince trained. She certainly didn't like the looks of the weather either.

"I should really go out and get him," she whispered.

She didn't really have the energy or care to get up at the moment, but she didn't want the arrogant warrior to get injured and have to crawl through the soggy, icy grass. She slowly emerged from her warm spot in bed and stood. Her eyebrows lowered together as the room spun slightly and her head pounded. She shook it off, thinking that it was just from laying around all day and she made her way downstairs.

She was only wearing her pink nightgown and brown moccasins, so she threw on a raincoat and opened the door. A blast of frigid wind attacked her and a loud crash of thunder boomed. She clenched her chattering teeth and went out into her backyard. Pellets of hard, icy rain collided with her and wind whistled, slapping her in the face. She asked herself why she did things like this for the arrogant saiyajin. He would probably just tell her to leave him the hell alone and go back inside.

By the time she reached the ramp of the ship she was shivering and her head was pounding worse. She sneezed and wiped her running nose. Again, another wave of dizziness consumed her and for a moment she thought she'd fall. It passed and she slowly made her way up the ramp. She knocked loudly on the door, hoping that he would hear her. She knew that he would be mighty pissed if she opened the door and the gravity instantly shut off while he was in the middle of some attack.

Unfortunately, he didn't open. Bulma could hear the loud humming of the gravity and understood that he could not hear her over the buzzing. She sneezed again and rubbed her eyes. She was freezing! Taking a deep breath, Bulma pressed the button on the side of the door. She backed up as it lowered and cringed when she heard a frustrated roar from inside. She peeked in and saw a very angry, very shirtless Vegeta lying on the ground of the cracked gravity room.

"Woman!" He yelled, sitting up. "What do you want?"

Getting angry, too, she wiped some streams of water out of her eyes. Vegeta noticed her shivering and saw that her usual perky perm was hanging in loose, ragged curls at her shoulders. Her eyes were puffy from all her stupid crying and she looked exhausted. He didn't care, though. He had been in the middle of a complicated attack, perfectly balancing his center of gravity, when she opened the door and the 300 times gravity shut off sending him spiraling into the middle of the tiled floor.

She took an uneasy step into the room. "It is freezing and pouring and dangerous outside!" She hollered, her voice cracking. "I want you to come inside before you blow yourself up and die in the bitter cold!"

Vegeta got to his feet and brushed some sweat off his brow. "Woman, I'm fine. You came out here for no reason."

He said just what she expected. She ground her teeth, her annoyance and anger getting the better of her. She had no time for this crap. Actually, she thought, she had all the time in the world.

Bulma felt grief wash over her again and her lip started to quiver. Vegeta's eyes widened. Shit, if she started crying right here he didn't know what he would do. Instead Bulma clenched her fists, her blue eyes sparking dangerously.

"Listen, pal! I came all the way out here so you're going to what I say! And I'm saying that you are coming inside before you catch a cold or worse!"

Vegeta growled angrily. He took orders from no one!

"And what will you do if I don't?" He snarled.

"Then I'll!" She tried to say more, but suddenly everything was growing strangely darker. "I'll…." The world was spinning and the last thing she saw was Vegeta's surprised expression.

Well, shit. The woman passed out. The quick saiyajin was able to catch her before she hit the ground, but after that, she did not awaken. He felt extreme annoyance, but strangely, a bit of concern, too. He looked down at her sleeping features. Slowly, he brushed her wet blue locks off her forehead. Vegeta pressed his hand against her burning head and stared at her with confusion.

He'd seen humans do this on TV but was not sure what he should be feeling for. Saiyajins rarely got sick, especially not with flues or fevers. He was always warm, so he wasn't sure if she was at a correct temperature. Shrugging, Vegeta picked her up easily and flew from the ship into the freezing cold.

The woman was right. It was icy outside. Vegeta had always hated the cold, mainly because it reminded him of Frieza's planet and he was saiyajin, who was used to the extreme heat. He flew to the window outside Bulma's room and simply pushed it open, breaking the small hook that kept it closed.

He laid her down on the bed and bit his thumb. What now? Injuries he knew how to care for. Fever? Flu? Illness? Bulma's parents were out of town, it was night so no workers were here, and he sure as hell wasn't going to call one of the weak earth fighters to come help.

"I guess I could do this."

He looked down at her. She was soaking wet, though. Humans were weak, and she was a really weakened human. This wet nightgown was probably not helping her illness. Plus, she hadn't been eating had she?

"Stupid girl," he growled.

What kind of dumb person would make herself sick over a break up with a dumb boyfriend? Vegeta knew he couldn't dwell on this, though. She needed to get out of those clothes. He bit his lip. He certainly didn't want to touch her. That's all he would need, her to wake up to find him stripping her while she was sick. She'd scream bloody murder and call that dumb-shit Kakerotto over to kick his ass. Maybe if he tried to wake her.

He leaned over her and shook her. He felt some concern when she didn't respond. He shook her again.

"Woman. Woman wake up." She still didn't move. He bit his lip again and moved his face closer. "Bulma. Bulma! Buuuullllmmmmaaa!"

"Nnnnhh….what?"

Her bright blue eyes opened and she gasped hen she saw Vegeta inches from her face.

"Holy shit!" She cried. "Where….what happened?"

She slowly sat up and Vegeta backed up.

"You burst into my gravity machine and then passed out," he replied coldly.

She was about to say something, but a sharp pain shot through her head. The room kept going in and out of focus, and she was shivering. Realizing she was dressed in her soaking wet clothes she slapped her forehead and gasped when she felt heat radiating off her face.

"Oh God, I'm burning up."

"Are you?" Vegeta asked, suddenly interested. "I couldn't really tell."

Bulma realized that he must have been the one to bring her to her room. Of course, she knew that she was in the way of his training so he had to move her ass.

"Listen, you," Vegeta said. "Get changed into warm clothes before you pass out again. I'll be waiting in the hallway. Call me when you're done."

With wide eyes Bulma watched the arrogant prince make his way out of her room. She was shocked, and also a little frightened. Was he going to take care of her? Perhaps she should call Yamcha. Anger flashed through her like the lightning outside. No way was she going to call that bastard. Feeling another wave of dizziness assail her, she stood and began to change into to dry, soft pajamas. She dried her hair off and crawled back into her bed. She sighed when she felt that many of the sheets were wet from her laying on them.

"Vegeta, I'm done!"

He entered the room to find her standing guiltily by her bed.

"Well?" He said.

"My bed is wet, too," she replied childishly.

He crossed his arms over his shirtless chest and eyed her sharply.

"What do you want to do about it?"

She put her two fingers together shyly. "Could you go get me some new sheets?"

He let out a sharp laugh. "I don't think so. I don't even know where they are and I'm not going to waste my time looking for them."

Bulma growled angrily. "Listen! I'm always doing favors for you! Can't you at least do this one thing for me? I'll tell you where they are."

Vegeta simply smirked and then slowly shook his head. Bulma let out an enraged shriek and made her way toward him. Before she reached, though, she felt her eyelids suddenly fall and she was in his arms before either of them knew what was happening. The arrogant saiyajin held her, and then shook her. Again, no response.

"Dammit!"

He honestly had no idea where she kept the damn blankets and he couldn't just leave her on the floor. For once he wished that he would have just done what she asked, but now she was out again. There was only one place to put her. Picking her up carefully he carried her down the long hallway to his room. Placing her on his bed he covered her with his blankets and slowly made his way to his bathroom.

He took a quick shower and changed into his comfortable pajamas, which were just baggy blue pants and a baggy blue shirt. Opening his door he saw the blue-haired goddess sleeping peacefully. Vegeta glanced over at the small, cushioned, but hard chair in the corner of his room. He could always go sleep on the sofa in the living room, but he felt it safer if he had an eye on her over the night incase she was dying or something.

He found himself just staring at her, though. He had always noticed her beauty, but watching her sleep was amazing. He was not an emotional person and knew that he could never feel love in his cold life, but something about the way she slept gave him a feeling of warmth. Her sky blue hair lay across his pillows like curling waves in the ocean and her breath was soft and peaceful.

He remembered what she had said right before she passed out again. She told him that she had done so much for him and he gave nothing in return. He did owe her. She had never really judged him like the others on this planet. He always felt strange around her, though, because of her kindness and giving.

He shook his head and looked away. Sighing, Vegeta turned and left the room to go downstairs and into the kitchen.

Bulma could feel herself being shaken awake again. Vegeta. She recalled the incident that just happened and opened her eyes angrily. Her anger was quickly replaced by surprise, though, when she realized where she was: Vegeta's room. She looked over to her side and saw the prince standing there.

He had changed clothing, too. How long was she out? Glancing to the nightstand next to Vegeta's bed she saw a large bowl of soup. Her blue eyes widened greatly and she slowly sat up and leaned against his headboard.

"How long have I been out?"

"About a half hour," he replied.

"Is that for me?" She asked pointing at the large bowl of chicken noodle soup.

Vegeta merely nodded and she didn't press the matter. She knew that he was probably embarrassed to death about helping her and caring for her. Caring. That was one word she never would have used to describe Vegeta. She hadn't realized how famished she was and she dug into the bowl.

Vegeta made his way to the uncomfortable chair and sat.

"You're not going to sleep there, are you?" Bulma asked, in between spoonfuls of soup.

Vegeta gave her a small smile and stared at her. "You should not be so foolish, woman. Starving yourself due to the loss of a boyfriend you thought you loved is ridiculous."

She glared at him and began to sip from the bowl. She was not aware of how hungry she was. She was so preoccupied with the break-up that the mere thought of food sickened her. But now, suddenly, she felt like she could eat anything. Her energy was gaining and she even felt her sadness begin to ebb away.

"Yeah, well, he and I went out for a long time. I cared for him with all my heart, something I'm sure you could not understand."

She gasped and stared at him. How could she say something so cruel to the person who had just taken care of her? But Vegeta simply made a small smile and let the comment pass.

"Finish up your soup and go to bed, woman."

She lowered her eyes shamefully and continued to devour the rest of the food. She was surprised that he had even managed to make the soup, but then again, he used to survive on many different planets and kill to eat when he was in Frieza's control. Now that he was at Capsule Corp. she and her mother cooked for him. It must have been a good break for him. At these thoughts she glanced up and saw him staring out the window as the thunder and lightning began to die down. The rain was still pouring, though.

She noticed how he gazed out the window, knowing that he wasn't looking at anything at all, but just thinking. She often wondered what he thought about, but she was always too afraid to ask. She gazed at his young looking face and cold eyes. Sometimes he just looked so lost and sad. She looked over his face and as he stared out into the black night. His profile was perfect. His nose was perfectly curved with no bumps or unusual angles. His lips were turned up and childish, but always in a constant pout. Her stomach dropped as he glanced at her and she looked straight down at her empty bowl.

She turned and put the bowl on his nightstand. He stood quickly, surprising her and made his way over to her. Oh God. What was he doing? He knew she was weak, was he going to seduce her or something? He grabbed a random magazine off the nightstand and placed it under the bowl.

She blushed deeply and lowered her head again. She quickly flushed out the thoughts that just entered her head. She never knew he was so…anal. But, looking around the room, she realized just how clean it was. Everything was glossy and organized. And not just his room was absolutely spotless. His white boots were always clean, he constantly wore gloves, and his armor was always spotless. Altogether, he was a clean guy.

Vegeta observed her reddening features and figured it was her illness. In the drawer of his nightstand he pulled out two Tylenol and handed them to her. She took them with surprise and swallowed them.

"Now, sleep."

"But where will you go?"

He smirked. He knew that she felt uneasy around him so he lied and told her that he'd be downstairs on the sofa. She nodded and lay back on his pillows. He turned off the lights and exited the room while closing the door. In a few minutes, Bulma was asleep.

Vegeta waited for about a half hour and slowly crept back into the room. He stood before her and pressed his hand against her forehead. But unlike last time, he felt his stomach flutter as he placed a hand on her. He drew back quickly and slowly made his way to the hard chair in the corner. He crouched on the hard cushion and curled up; ignoring the strange feeling he just felt when he touched her. He knew he would be able to sleep. Most of his life he was forced to sleep in unusual places and uncomfortable surfaces, so this was nothing. He watched Bulma for a long time before finally falling asleep himself.

Bulma woke up around 9:00 in the morning as blinding sun burst through Vegeta's large window. She squinted, her head pounding slightly, but she felt much better. Through the sun she could see a figure sitting in the corner. She was startled at first, but soon realized that it was Vegeta. He was curled up on the old, hard chair in the corner. He watched her during the night! He told her he would sleep on the sofa, but there he was, sleeping on the uncomfortable cushioned chair.

She craned her head to get a better look at him and held back a gasp. The sun hit him perfectly so his tan skin was now glowing and sparkled. He slept curled up and looking like an innocent child. The sun reflected off his usually black hair, creating a deep mahogany shade. She felt that she could not wake him. He was beautiful.

So she lay in his bed and gazed at him as he slept until he finally began to stir. She forced herself to tear her eyes away and she sat up, making it seem like she too had just woken up. Vegeta's dark eyes opened and he squinted in the harsh sunlight. Bulma felt great disappointment as the small warrior slowly stretched out and moved out of the sun. He stood and made his way over to her.

"Hi," she said with a small wave.

He gave her a good morning nod.

"What do you want?" He asked.

Bulma cocked her head to the side.

"For breakfast." He barked as if she was stupid.

"OH!" She blushed and looked down. How bizarre! "Whatever will make me better. You probably know the best kinds of food to help build energy." She said nervously.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and moved out of his room. Bulma lay in bed with a small smile on her lips. For the rest of the day the saiyajin prince took care of her and didn't even train once. Bulma looked at him as he made his way back and forth from the room and realized that the warrior did have heart, and it was not as cold or blackened as everyone thought.

'Ok, that's it for chapter 2. Stay tuned for chapter 3. I plan to make this one quite humorous and it includes Goku, so for all those Kakerotto fans….beware!