A/N: hey back! sorry it took so long, this week has been hell! well i hope u like this little chap here, thanks to all my reviewers NairobiDawn,denythefreshmaker,QAM-Stu
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1 month had almost passed, and Bulma sat, concentrating on the Regeneration Tank schematics. Its deadline was due in a week and she had to make sure everything would be perfect. This would be her first encounter with the over-grown lizard since his 'punishment' and she didn't wish to find out what else he did if his temper was lost.

"Bulma? It's 1 in the morning, come on go to bed, you can check it tomorrow." A firm hand had placed itself of her shoulder. Bulma knew it was Gieton and sighed happily. He had always looked out for her since she arrived on the ship, and in the past month they had grown to become quite good friends. She trusted him with helping her with her work; he was reliable, smart, and diligent and frankly she didn't know how she would have survived on her own without him. She turned around, stood up and nodded,

"Ok, fine I guess you're right" she yawned, secretly she was happy he came because she was on the verge of falling asleep anyway. They walked out of the lab together, just causally chatting about their day.

"Ok I gotta go I'll see you tomorrow then" Bulma waved goodbye and turned to leave, but Gieton caught up with her.

"Hey, it might be late but I don't want you walking on your own in these halls, come on I'll take you." Bulma gave Gieton a sweet smile, she was glad someone cared about her enough to make sure she got back safely. Usually Krillin or Kakkarot was there but it was late and she didn't expect them to be there (Only because they are both forgetful). She was about to thread her arm through his when a voice interrupted.

"I don't think so Onna," Vegeta emerged from the shadows and greeted the two with a very petrifying glare.

"What? Vegeta wha-"

"I'll take you back to our quarters, if you think I will let some geeky little science weakling walk you back, you are sadly mistaken, Frieza put you under my supervision, and I don't wish to take the blame again when you turn up dead, now move red head." Before Bulma had anytime to protest Vegeta had grabbed her arm and yanked her away from Gieton, dragging her down the hallway. Bulma quickly turned her head and mouthed 'Sorry' looking very apologetic indeed. Once around the corner, she jerked her arm out of Vegeta's not too tight grasp and scowled at him.

"Kami Vegeta, that was rude, not only did you insult his skin, you insulted his power and intelligence, come on he would have been able to take care of it, at least I wouldn't have walked back by myself, he was doing you a favor, and there you go with your 'Me-Prince-You-Weakling' act, sometimes you can be such a jerk!" Vegeta returned the scowl.

"Onna, he's a scientist, got his ass kicked, and has red skin, I was pointing out the obvious, so if he doesn't like the truth, tough, and I don't need people to do me any favors, I can take care of my duties and myself."

"Yeah, WHATEVER, Mr Independent, tell it to someone who cares…so, why you out so late? Did you just come to fetch me? Aww is Veggie head getting soft?" Vegeta growled at the last remark, the woman had returned to use her old pet name for him from when they were children.

"Onna, if I didn't like it when I was 7, then there hell isn't anyway I would like it now, so shut up with the name! And hell no, I'm not going soft or whatever you weaklings call it, I just got back from training." Bulma frowned and inspected his body. It was the first time she realized how worn out and ripped his suit was, and the bruises on his face where dark, this deepened her scowl, 'He works too much, I swear it's gonna be the death of him.' Bulma smiled evilly, and hugged his arm. Startled by the action Vegeta looked down at her, horrified with the display.

"Thanks for caring" she whispered, as if he had just done the noblest deed. Vegeta rolled his eyes and pushed her off, making her almost tip over.

"Yeah right, whatever onna, you wish." Laughing Bulma jumped onto his back, in a piggy back style. Vegeta almost yelped with surprise and horror, but muffled it, then angrily tried to untangle her arms that where in a death grip around his neck, which wasn't much since he was a Saiyan.

"Onna…GET OFF!" this only encouraged her to giggle more and hold on tighter. Vegeta, exhausted from training and not wanting to hurt her in the process, gave into Bulma's closeness and proceed to walk down the hall. He didn't understand the woman. Wasn't it just this morning that she damned him to hell alive, and called him every vibrant word under the sun that her huge brain could think off? Ever since she had got on the ship all they ever did was bicker, constantly, usually about their personalities, or sometimes random outburst would occur, leading to a full frontal war. Sometimes the arguments were quite entertaining, and Vegeta usually won, making her even more pissed off. But other times, he could have blasted her there and then, however he could never bring himself to do it. He told himself that if anything happened to her, Frieza would torture him so badly, that in attempts for peace, he would blast himself. However, deep, deep, DEEP, down he knew that was one other reason. And yet, very rarely, they had moments like this, where there was no fighting, no Frieza, no nobody, just him and her, and clandestinely, he preferred this best.

"So what was your day like then?" Bulma asked, breaking Vegeta's trail of thoughts.

"Training, contently beating everyone's ass, until the asshole Zarbon turned up and beat the shit out of Kakkarot, he just came in and started to attack him, then left."

"WHAT? No way, what a bastard, is Kakkarot ok? I swear I'm gonna kick his ass so hard one day that he will never be able to sit down again." Vegeta laughed.

"Onna, if Kakkarot can't beat the green freak, then how in universe would you damage him so much that he wouldn't be able to sit down?"

"I'd find a way!" Vegeta laughed again at the girl's determination, knowing it was futile.

"…Vegeta, Kakkarot is going to be ok right?"

"Baka fool, of course Kakkarot is going to be ok, he's Saiyan!" Bulma smiled at his pride.

"So I guess you flew in all high and mighty to save the day then?"

"No? What are you talking about? Intervene in the fight? Of course I didn't" Bulma, shocked at his answer, slid down off his back to face the Saiyan no Ouji.

"What? Wait, you're telling me, that while your life long friend was getting beaten to a bloody pulp you stood back and watched the show?"

"Yes-"

"What the hell Vegeta! What were you thinking you selfish bastard! Poor Kakkarot was getting beaten up for Kami sake! And you just WATCHED! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Vegeta, not at all liking her tone retaliated with the same volume.

"WOMAN NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME, you do not just go and join in someone else's fight, haven't you heard of honor? It's not like I watched and laughed, if Kakkarot wasn't strong enough to win then he should lose honorably, rather than be aided and win in a shameful manner." Bulma, not believing what he was saying; threw her arms up in the air.

"I can not believe you! How can your ego be so big that it stands in the way of helping a friend when he clearly needs it?"

"Kuso Onna, I don't know why this is such a big deal to you? In Vegeta-sei you do not aid the other, weakness would not be tolerated, if you were weak you deserved to die, Kakkarot was weaker than Zarbon and suffered the consequences, nothing else!"

"You Saiyans are so incredibly twisted, you know that? What a bunch of shit! Haven't you ever heard of supporting others? Teamwork? I can't believe you Saiyans lasted that long without it!" Bulma caught a flash of sorrow in Vegeta's eyes, 'ah, shouldn't have brought up the dead race,' however Vegeta thundered back,

"Onna, it's because of our strength that we lasted so long, unlike you weaklings, I can't believe that Frieza spared a pitiful WORTHLESS planet like yours!" Anger now dominated Vegeta's cold onyx eyes. Bulma opened their main door, and rushed towards her room.

"DON'T YOU DARE INSULT MY PLANET YOU FUCKING JERK, IT IS NOT WORTHLESS, IT IS STILL HERE UNLIKE SOMEONE ELSES I KNOW, SO DON'T TELL ME THAT MY PLANET IS WEAK BECAUSE YOURS ISN'T EVEN AROUND TO COMPARE!" Bulma covered her mouth, wishing her words would just go away, yet they didn't, and now she was facing a furious, yet hurt to the core, Prince.

"Vegeta, I'm sorry I should of never-" Bulma walked up to him and tried to put her hand on his arm. Violently he jerked away, and whispered so menacingly it sent shivers up and down her spine.

"Don't touch me you worthless wench, you don't even deserve to be in my presence, all you earthlings make me sick, and if it was up to me, I would have blasted your worthless piece of shit you call home years ago, now get out of my sight." Bulma stepped back and stared at Vegeta, utterly shaken by his words, until her rage got the best of her.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP VEGETA! YOU KNOW WHAT! I AM LEAVING, NOT BECAUSE YOU ASKED, BUT BECAUSE I DON'T THINK I CAN STAND ANOTHER SECOND WITH YOU! MAKE MY LIFE EASY AND GO AND BURN IN HELL!" with that she ran to her room and slammed the door shut, amazingly not waking Chi Chi. Vegeta stormed to his own room. Both of them slid down the down and sat with their heads in their hands,

'What have I done?'

Chi Chi sat on the kitchen table and leaned in. Kakkarot leaned forward too, smacking his lips as a new sensation swirled around in his mouth. He had never tasted anything this good, and thought it was impossible that one person could make him so delightfully happy. His moaned in ecstasy,

"Wow Chi, that was amazing!" Chi Chi blushed, and giggled, thrilled that he enjoyed it.

"You really thought it was good?"

"Are you crazy? You're the best!" Chi Chi shyly smiled at the goof, she didn't' know why, but around him she felt so giddy and lightheaded. Chi Chi took the spoon from Kakkarot and gave him something else to try. Since the first night on the ship, Kakkarot had always brought Chi Chi to and from the Kitchen, and checked up on frequently, especially after the Soko fiasco. Now they were sitting alone in the kitchen, having one of their annual tastes tests, probably one of Kakkarot's favorite times of the day. He was elated that Chi Chi was such a good cook, and visited her as often as he could, which gave them a lot of time to become quite close.

"So when do you have to go to training?"

"Uhh…really soon actually, Vegeta's been acting really weird lately again, training non-stop for almost nothing, Krillin and I practically have to drag him out of the room, otherwise he would never leave" Kakkarot gave the spoon back with a thumbs up.

"Hmm that's odd, I know he is a training freak but not even stopping to eat or sleep? That guy is going to wear himself out, speaking of wearing themselves out have you seen Bulma? Kami, she looks so tired, and thinner, I'm getting worried, she hardly eats, sleeps, and is cooped up in her lab all day, her project is due today so hopefully she'll get back to normal" she handed him another sample, he took to graciously.

"Yeah I haven't talked to her properly in ages, neither Krillin nor Radditz, in fact I don't think Vegeta and her have been in the same room together for about a week." Chi Chi shrugged, yet she knew something was up between those too and intended to find out what, though her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed a chunk of food hanging on the corner of Kakkarot's mouth. She giggled, and without thinking reached over to wipe it off. Unfortunately both of them came to their senses when Chi Chi's hand had rested on Kakkarot's face a moment too long. They awkwardly gazed into each others eyes. Chi Chi hastily yanked her hand away and looked down, blushing furiously, not knowing what to do, and wished someone could beat her out of her humiliation immediately. However instead of a blow, a soft hand tilted her chin up, Kakkarot just warmly smiled down at her. Calming herself, Chi Chi weakly smiled back, and quickly busied herself with the pot on the stove, while Kakkarot resumed his seat across the counter.

A/N: hey guys! hope u liked that, sweet neh (well some parts) see you soon for the next chap!( its gonna be a good one!) remember R&R thank u! -xxx-