It was already late into the afternoon when Bulma could finally feel what Vegeta was talking about. She'd been sitting there for what felt like days, chewing grass, touching grass, smelling grass, and listening to her breathing. She'd picked out a nearby tree for the sight part, and she had started to feel ridiculous about an hour ago, wondering if she would ever be able to become as aware as a fighter was.

The whole time, Vegeta stayed with her. Sometimes he sat next to her, but most of the time, he was standing or walking around the grounds. He never went far, and she was grateful for his presence, even if she couldn't feel his ki yet. Her stomach started to growl, distracting her from her meditation. She realized that Vegeta must be starving, though he hadn't uttered a single word about it. How is is that he could have so much patience with certain things, and then blow up at her about other things? She pondered about that for a moment, before she remembered that just before she got hungry, she had felt something starting to happen. She focused again. It was like bringing your eyes into focus when you woke up in the morning. It came fast and easy this time. The bark in the tree was extremely detailed. There were tiny bugs crawling around that she hadn't noticed before. The grass tasted and smelled sharper and earthier. It prickled her skin, and she could feel a whole new group of sensations in it. Her breathing sounded not only louder, but intermingled with everything else. Then she was startled when she could hear her own heartbeat. Automatically, she widened the scope of these newfound enhancements. She found Vegeta by his breathing instead of by sight. This was amazing!

"Uh...babe? I think I've got it now." She watched as he turned toward her. When his eyes landed on her, she felt him. It was so intense that it almost scared her. If she had been closing her eyes, she still would have known at that moment that he was looking at her. His dark eyes felt like they were piercing every layer of her, and she shuddered. No wonder he had been so feared in battle. He walked over to her slowly.

"What do you feel?" He asked calmly.

"Everything! I mean, it all just sort of pumped up, like when you turn the fine focus knob on a microscope. And now...I can feel...you."

He came closer to her, and without saying anything, he took her hand in his, and placed in on his chest, over his heart. Bulma's eyes widened as she felt his heartbeat. Not just with her hand, but with her ears as well. It was more than just her senses. She felt like she had some kind of sixth sense now. The moving force behind her hand was part of a whole. And Vegeta's ki was part of everything else. She smiled up at him in amazement.

"This is so...I've never been able to feel you like this before. Is this what it's like for you?" She asked. He nodded. His face was serious, but his eyes shone with amusement.

"I never knew...that you were so in-tune with me." She raised her hand from his chest, and cupped his face. They watched each other for a moment, Bulma using her new sense to its fullest. It was so intense that she could almost hear the blood flowing through his veins. She thought about how she could use this later in the evening, and her face flushed. Vegeta felt what she was feeling, and he chuckled.

"There is one more thing to do before we call it a day, woman." He whispered the endurement, and she flushed harder.

"Were you reading my mind?"

"Oh, please. I don't need to. You are so transparent when it comes to your needs."

"What? Veg-" He cut her off by raising his ki, startling the indignation right out of her. He had raised it only slightly, but she felt it like a blast of hot air. He kept raising it, and as his power increased, he started backing away from her. Bulma was thankful. She wasn't sure how much she could take it with her senses heightened like this.

"Let's see how your range is. I'm going to keep backing away, until you can't read me anymore. Tell me when that is and I'll raise my ki again. We'll figure out how far you can read, and at what power levels."

"Okay." Bulma nodded.

He continued to back away, and she still felt him. When he noticed that she wasn't responding, she could feel a hint of curiosity. I can feel his emotions now? This is so weird. I mean, I could always feel his anger, but not the subtle ones as much. She wasn't sure how she felt about this. Feeling her husband was nice, but she didn't want to dig too deep. Vegeta had always been a private person when it came to his thoughts, and she never blamed him. Most of the things that went on in his head she still didn't want to delve into.

"Can you still feel me?" He was in the air now, far enough away that he had to yell.

"Yeah!"

"Is it fading yet?"

"Not really…" She felt that curiosity again, and then a drop in his ki.

"Hey! You said you were going to raise your ki, not lower it!"

"I'm adjusting to my expectations!" There was an undertone of laughter in his voice. He moved a little further into the air, and she felt his power only faintly.

"Okay, you're harder to read now."

"Perfect. Now I'm going to raise it. Just tell me when-"

"How am I going to keep yelling at you if you're so far away?!" She shouted. Vegeta moved closer.

"I'm wondering the same thing myself. I underestimated how well you could do this."

"Oh, really? Thanks for the vote of confidence!"

"You might need to-"

"TRUNKS! Oh my god, I can feel him too!" Bulma ran over to Trunks, hugging him enthusiastically.

"Hey, welcome to the party, Mom!" He laughed warmly.

"Oh, and BRA! You're so strong, honey!" She grabbed her daughter and spun her around.

"Vegeta! I can feel our babies! This is so amazing!" The Saiyan prince landed on the grass, realizing that he needed to change tactics.

"You're pretty good at it too." He gave her a fleeting smile, then slapped a hand down on Trunks's shoulder.

"We're testing your mother's range, Trunks, and I have an idea. Fly up there with her, and when I move further away, she'll tell you when she can't feel me anymore. I'll keep raising my power until she can. We'll use telepathy so we don't have yell at each other the whole time. Got it, son?"

"Yeah, sure. Can we have dinner after this?"

"Whatever." He shot up into the air. "Are you ready, Bulma?"

"You bet I am!" She let Trunks pick her up, and then they were floating towards Vegeta. Bra came with them, eager to show off her new flying skills, which she had been perfecting all afternoon on her own. She did a little backflip in the air, and Bulma clapped.

"Good job, baby!"

"Yeah, Bra! You learn quick! Hey, Mom, are you gonna learn how to fly too?"

"Well, I hope so. I'm not sure if I'll catch on as fast as Bra though."

"Yeah, but you have your ki sensing down. You can fine-tune it easy enough, and once you learn how to control it, then flying is a snap. Dad's doing a good job of teaching you."

"He is. To tell you the truth, I thought there would be a lot more yelling."

"Trunks!" They heard Vegeta yell from further away. "Stay still while I keep flying! Tell me with your mind when Bulma can't sense me at all." The half-Saiyan bit off a laugh as Bulma and Bra giggled.

"Okay, Dad!"

Even from this far away, Bulma could feel Vegeta's eyes narrowing, wondering what they were laughing about. Then he flew away, and all she could see was a dot in the sky. She felt for him, but it was difficult.

"He's fading… Oh, now there's nothing."

"I'll tell him." Trunks replied. While he concentrated on his telepathy, Bra flew ahead of them, chasing after her papa.

"Bra! Don't push too hard, hon! If you can't keep up, then come back, okay?"

"Kay!" She responded, still moving forward. Bulma shook her head, then she felt Vegeta again. He came to her slowly, like water welling up in a puddle.

"There he is. But it's still faint. Tell him to power up just a bit more."

"Right." Trunks responded. After a while, he was stronger.

"Is he still in that spot? He hasn't moved?"

"Yeah, he's still there. Bra's there too."

"I can't feel her at all."

"You'll get there, Mom. Takes practice. I guess this is your range for now, though. It's pretty good. He's about 300 yards away."

"That's all? That's only three football fields!"

"That's far, though right? I mean, can you even see him?" Bulma squinted her eyes. She could still make out the dot that was Vegeta, but barely, and she couldn't see Bra at all. That was nothing to worry about, considering her hair was the color of the sky, and she could only make out Vegeta because of his black hair.

"If Vegeta went Super Saiyan, I could really feel him. Not to mention his god form…"

"Everybody can feel him in that form." Trunks laughed.

"Well, yeah." Bulma scowled. "Tell your dad that's far enough for now."

"Already did. He's coming." Bulma felt him in an instant, getting stronger in a matter of seconds. Soon he was close enough to talk to.

"Well, well. Not bad, woman. I was a little under 300 yards away."

"That's what Trunks said." Bulma smiled.

Bra flew over to them, her face lit up from the fresh air.

"Hey, Trunks! Race ya home!"

"Not with me, you don't!" Bulma looked down below. Capsule Corp. wasn't very far, but it was a downward plunge that she wasn't willing to take just yet. Before she could protest anymore, Vegeta was taking her out of Trunks's arms as if she were made of feathers. The two watched as their children rocketed towards the ground. Trunks pulled in his arms and legs, and Bra mimicked him when she realized how much faster he was moving. Bulma chuckled.

"She learns by watching, just like you do." She was smiling up at Vegeta, who wore his signature smirk. She leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth where it dimpled. He watched as they landed, then let his eyes fall on her. He pressed his forehead against hers, and his arms tightened around her body. Bulma's senses were still alive, and she could feel a trickle of pride in him for her. She sighed against him, content. Even in the air she felt safe when he was holding her.

"So...can I turn this off?" She whispered into his neck. He drew back.

"You mean the heightened senses?"

"Of course."

"You can control them. It is your body after all. It's just like focusing and unfocusing your eyes. You'll get used to it."

She nodded, letting her hand brush through the thick hair at the back of his neck.

"Thanks for teaching me, Vegeta." Her voice was soft and sincere. His smirk came back.

"Oh, this is just the beginning. Tomorrow we'll start on flying." His tone was so ominous, she flinched.

"Don't even think about teaching me the way you taught Trunks. I am not a paper airplane." Her eyes burned blue at him, and he laughed. Holding her closer, he headed down toward the ground.

"What's the matter, woman? Don't you trust me?" He continued to laugh as he landed lightly on the ground. When they went inside for dinner, Bulma wasn't sure he deserved what she had planned for him later that night.