Her phone rang next to her, waking her up. Groaning, her eyes remained closed as she felt around for the device. Where was it? Oh Kami, she was too exhausted to deal with this right now. Who was calling her so early in the morning? Finally feeling the phone, she brought it up to her ear. "Hello?" She answered, her voice coming out scratchy.

"Babe?" The voice belonged to her boyfriend. "I tried getting a hold of yesterday and couldn't get through."

Her eyes finally cracked open, the sunlight fighting her vision. Sitting up, she ran her hand through her curls. "Yeah... Sorry about that. I was in my lab all day, I didn't hear my phone go off." She told him honestly. Feeling a yawn coming, she covered her mouth.

"Are you just now waking up?" He asked confused. "It's almost three, you never sleep in."

She looked at her clock on her nightstand, he was right about the time. She had stayed up so late working on her designs that she lost track of time yet again. She had already seen the sun before she slipped away to her slumber. Now Yamcha had interrupted her sleep. "I forgot to set my alarm," She lied knowing how he'd react if he found out she stayed up because of Vegeta. "Thanks for waking me up, I would have been really upset if I slept my day away." The thought had sounded nice though...

"What are you doing today? I thought maybe we could go to dinner somewhere? Maybe go see a movie?" Yamcha had suggested, a smile on his face.

Bulma wiped at her eyes, "Dinner?" She frowned slightly. She wanted to, she really did. But Vegeta... He was willing to give her some of his time. If she canceled on him, there would be no way he'd be willing to give her a second chance. "Sorry Babe... I can't." She could imagine he wasn't happy by the silence from the other end. "I promised Chi Chi that I would help her go shopping. Goku really needs to get a car." She pinched her brow, she really needed to stop with these lies before they bit her back.

"You can't reschedule?" He finally asked.

Not a chance. "I can't, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you," She promised him. "Love you?"

There was silence followed by a small sigh. "Love ya too."

"Come by later and we can watch something here." She told him, missing him.

He seemed satisfied with her offer and agreed, their conversation coming to an end soon after.

Throwing her phone to the side, she groaned inwardly. Despite her body complaining, she swung her legs over and sat on the edge of the bed. She needed to get ready for the day. She wasn't even sure coffee could help her out this time. Slapping her face awake, she hoped that maybe a shower would do the trick.

Heading to the bathroom, she quickly got under the water. Set to colder than usual, it definitely did the trick.

Once she was headed down the stairs, she headed into the kitchen to see the usual scene. Her father sat at the table, his cat sitting on his lap. He read today's newspaper, flipping the page occasionally. Her mother was sitting at the table as well, she was flipping through a gardening magazine. "Morning."

Her father glanced up from the article he was reading before checking the time on his wristwatch. "Bulma! I was wondering when you'd wake up. Late night?" He questioned, noticing the black circles around her eyes.

She nodded as she grabbed an apple from the table. "For science," She explained, it was enough of an explanation for him, she knew he understood what she meant. "Where's Vegeta?" She asked, feeling like she already knew the answer. She doubted that he was in his room sleeping. Unlike herself, he didn't need much sleep to keep going. Sleep was a waste of time to him it seemed.

Her father glanced up, "He's been out training for a couple hours now."

She nodded, now knowing where to look. She would need to stop by her lab to grab the material she needed for today. "Oh, in case Yamcha stops by, I'm out shopping." She told them, trying to make her false story stick.

Her mother nodded, "Have fun Sweetie!"

Bulma left the house and headed straight towards the building she stayed in throughout the night. Heading to her lab quickly, she gathered some supplies and put them in a bag. Looking over at her finished designs, a smile came to her lips. She had ordered the material she needed last night. Hopefully it would get here quickly so she could get to work.

Heading out, she soon found herself standing in front of the GR. It was whirling quietly, she knew he was definitely inside. Lifting her hand, she banged her fist against the metal. "Vegeta!" She called out, "I'm ready when you are!" She wasn't even sure he could hear her through the thick metal. It wasn't exactly sound proof but she could only assume that he was distracted with his training.

However it was only moments later that the door slid open.

Vegeta stood there, the familiar annoyed look on his face. Wearing only his training shorts and tennis shoes, he looked down at her. "Do you know what time it is?"

Bulma was preoccupied looking at the man in front of her, his words going right passed her. He was coated in a layer of sweat, most likely from pushing his limits inside. Sometimes she forgot Vegeta was an attractive man. While that didn't exactly cover for his bad attitude, it still felt nice on her eyes. It took a moment to realize he had repeated himself. "Oh, I slept in." She finally spoke, tearing her eyes away from his chest. "But I'm ready now." She shouldn't be getting distracted here, she needed to get rolling.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at her as he stepped out of the room. She was lucky he hadn't changed his mind. While the thought of her watching him train disturbed him, she was right. He was getting bored of just simply doing exercise. He needed something to change things up. If things continued going this way, how was he supposed to become stronger than that low third class Saiyan? Hell, even at this point, the idiot's brat was stronger than him.

The thought had caused his fists to clench, he could feel his nails digging in his palms. "Let's get this over with Woman."

Bulma nodded quickly before thumbing back to her hover jet, "I figured we could drive over to some abandoned land and see what you're made of." She explained.

She immediately noticed the look of disgust on his face at her suggestion. "I refuse to go in that machine. I'd rather fly." He told Her as he walked past her. "I'll choose the location."

Shrugging her shoulders, she turned with him as she headed towards her vehicle. She wasn't able to fly, this was her closest she could get to it. "Okay, okay. I'll follow you then." She told him, trying not to get too annoyed with him already. It was Vegeta she was talking about, the task would be difficult. Getting inside, she started the engine. Listening to the engine roar to life, she got ready. Looking at Vegeta, he was soon levitating in front of her. Giving him a nod, she was soon flying after him.

As if making fun of her ride, she noticed he flew fast enough for her to struggle to keep up. Was he enjoying himself? Did he live just to make her suffer?

She designed this hover jet, he really thought this was all it could handle? With a smirk on her lips, she hit some buttons and lifted a lever. Preparing herself for what was to come, she smashed her foot on the gas.

Vegeta had been enjoying himself at the moment, he knew the woman was probably throwing a tantrum because of him. Was it his fault she couldn't keep up? He was barely using any energy.

He decided to take a glance back to see just how much distance he had made between the two. He wouldn't be surprised if she had lost sight of him. Looking back, his brows rose when seeing the distance wasn't too far. He was even more surprised that the distance was closing in. Had he slowed down?

Bulma couldn't help but grin as she shot past him, the look on his face was enough to make this trip well worth it. He'd better not doubt her again.

Not to her surprise, Vegeta had caught up to her. If she knew where he was heading, maybe she could have made a race out of it. But unfortunately she could only follow him.

Soon she noticed Vegeta heading to the ground. Slowing down, she followed after him.

The lands below them were bare, she noticed how there was already some damage done. Was this where Vegeta went when the GR was down? By the size of the holes, she could only assume this is where he went to let his frustrations out. Better here than at her home.

Getting out of her hover jet, she couldn't help but smile. "Thanks for doing this for me."

Vegeta didn't really respond to her, he just took a few steps away from her. He needed to distance himself so she wouldn't be blown away by his blasts. The thought of her flying away was humorous to him, a smirk formed. Maybe she wanted a close look of his powers?

Bulma pulled out her supplies before taking a seat on the ground. Pulling out her pencil, she looked up at him. "It would probably be better if we had someone to spar with you..." She began, knowing he would refuse to fight Goku where he was right now. Sure she could ask one of her other friends but she wasn't very confident that they would be able to keep up with them. "I guess just do what you would do if I weren't here."

Vegeta glanced her way, not enjoying that she was just spilling out demands at him. He noticed all the material she had spilled around her. "One hour." He reminded her before beginning his routine.

She played on her watch for a moment to set a timer, "One hour," She repeated with a nod.

He could feel her eyes on him, following his every move. He wasn't quite sure what she was looking for. You could only learn so much from spectating. She apparently was learning something, he noticed how much she was scribbling in her notebook. What was she writing? Maybe she could see what he was lacking.

He began blasting his ki out, his orbs crashing into a mountain nearby. He smirked as it didn't last a minute before crumbling away. He was sure she was impressed with his power, anyone as smart as she promised to be would be.

How long ago had it been since he last had an audience like this? When he was just a child, he remembered how his father enjoyed throwing events for his subjects to enjoy. Events where the toughest of the Saiyans would get together and battle to see who was the strongest. Many were badly injured but nothing would stop them.

Even he would get thrown in, even as a child. He was expected to destroy his competition, he was the Prince after all. He had no problem with that at the time, he was strong and his father was proud to show him off.

Of course his father didn't have too much of an issue giving him away to Frieza either.

The thought of his past was enough to bring a frown to his face. That damn tyrant just messed everything up for him. While he should have been the one at his demise, that lower class idiot got to be!

Bulma was watching intently, her pencil continuously moving. She noticed how fast he was moving, from his fists to his entire body. Could she really make something that could keep up with him? This would be her own challenge. How was she supposed to figure him out in only an hour?

Feeling the ground rumble below her, she rose a brow. He wouldn't actually let her get hurt during this, would he? She could see his body surrounding itself in his blueish ki. It always amazed her when her friends did this. Checking her watch, she cursed seeing the time was passing by faster than she wanted.

Her paper in front of her had her scribbles all over the place. Her hair blew back as he continued punching and kicking the air. She noticed he looked angry, she wasn't sure what triggered him. But she noticed the angrier he got, the stronger he became.

'Don't piss him off.' She wrote before circling it twice. She'd keep that in mind.

As she was writing, she could hear the beeping from her watch, she looked at it sadly. So time was up for her? Damn. Standing up, she made eye contact with him.

"Times up," He told her as he powered down

She nodded as she set down her notebook. Walking towards him, she stopped two feet away. "Just one more thing and then I promise to leave you alone." She glanced at his hands, "I need to see your ki up close." She needed to know what her bot was going to get hit with.

He looked at her confused for a moment before a ball appeared in his hand. Noticing her close the distance, he frowned when she reached towards him. Was she stupid? "Unless you want to lose your fingers, I don't recommend you touching it."

Bulma paused immediately, the thought terrifying her. From where she was, she could feel the heat radiating off of the ball. How hot was it though? She didn't understand how it worked. It always amazed her when she saw her friends use their ki. She was slightly jealous that she couldn't use hers. Not like she knew how to. Pulling away, she kept note of the heat and smiled. "I think we're done here. Thanks again," She told him.

Vegeta crossed his arms, "When will you be done?" He demanded.

She shrugged her shoulders, "A week maybe? There's a lot of test-"

"If I find out that you've wasted my time, you will regret it." He threatened her, he was serious.

She believed he would keep his word. Swallowing heavily, she nodded. "Didn't plan on it." She headed back over to her stuff and started packing up. "I'll keep you updated, hopefully sooner than later." She told him, "See you later?"

He gave her a nod, it was more of a response than she was expecting.

One day she'd be able to hold a conversation with him. Starting up her vehicle, she started on her way back to her home. She wasn't too sure how long Vegeta planned on staying, she was positive he wasn't going to race her home.