A/N: So did you all enjoy the last chapter? Here's chapter two. Enjoy and leave a review!

Explosion and Injuries

Boom.

Bulma's eyes shot open as an explosion went off right beside her bedroom. Sitting up slowly, she looked around confused. 'What was that?' She thought to herself.

"Bulma! Come quick!" Came her mothers distraught voice.

Bulma quickly stood and ran out of her room and down the stairs, taking two at a time. "What's wrong?" She asked worried. Did the androids come earlier than expected? Did they come here looking for Goku?

Her mother looked at her worried, "it's Vegeta dear! He got hurt when your Gravity Room exploded!"

Bulma frowned, "he destroyed it again? I swear I'm going to kill him if that machine hasn't..." She grumbled to herself before heading outside.

Dr. Briefs was standing in front of the GR, examining the small crumbles of disaster it was in this time. "He really overdid it this time... New one all together..." He said to himself. "Shouldn't have given him the new bots..."

Bulma walked up to her father, "where is he? Where is that ignorant Prince? Is he dead? Please tell me he's dead.

Dr. Briefs chuckled, "no Bulma, he's alive. I had some of my workers carry him down to the medic room. He's in pretty bad shape, I guess those bots you created were too strong for him."

Bulma looked at him confused, "my bots? They're not finished yet so how...?"

Her father smiled, "I know how hard you've been working so I decided to finish them for you as soon as I woke up. It wasn't too hard so don't worry about it okay?" He notice the men who took Vegeta to the medic room leaving. "Why don't you check up on him, see if he needs anything."

Bulma was going to argue against it but decided not to since her father had done her a favor by finishing her bots. "Fine, but if you find him dead , don't blame me... also... did he destroy my bots in this explosion?"

shook his head, "Surprisingly not. After injuries but I can fix those easily. We're going to have to create a new GR again. I'll start on it, come help me when you have time."

Bulma nodded in relief and thanked her father before heading towards the medic room to cheek on the Prince of all Saiyans.

Opening the door slowly, she peeked in to see Vegeta all bandaged up and sleeping. Now why does this feel like déjà vu? She closed the door behind her and took a seat at the desk beside the bed.

"What an idiot..." She mumbled as she watched him sleep." You wont get stronger if you overwork yourself and get hurt like this." Bulma's eyes widen slightly, as if she ...cared...

"Woman..." Vegeta whispered softly, eyes slightly open as he glanced at her.

Bulma looked up, "What is it Vegeta? Do you need something?"

Vegeta frowned, "Your voice woke me up. Shut up or leave." He ordered before coughing and groaning.

Bulma couldn't help but laugh, "Looks like someone got hurt pretty badly. Serves you right, I hope you're in a lot of pain."

Vegeta watched her, his face expressionless. "Why are you here?"

Bulma thought for amount, "My father wanted me to check in on you and see if you're alright."She stood up." You seem fine to me. I need to go, my days filled with fixing the shit you broke." She turned and headed for the door.

"Woman... I need food..." Vegeta groaned. "Bring me some..."

Bulma glared at him, "Do I look like your servant?" She paused when seeing the look in his eyes, "Fine. It wouldn't hurt to say please every now and then." She took a last glance at Vegeta before leaving and heading over to the kitchen. Hopefully her mother had started cooking because if Vegeta ate her own food, he wouldn't be dying from the injuries.

Entering the kitchen, Bulma immediately smelled sausage and eggs. "Smells great mom. Vegeta's starving, do you have-"

Her mother handed her a plate of food to her and a fork. "Here you go dear! It should be enough for him."

"Thanks mom, you're awesome." Bulma thanked while nodding. She headed back to the medic room. Closing the door behind her, she glanced at Vegeta. "Here's your food Vegeta." She said as she set the plateful on the desk beside him. "Enjoy," she said before heading back to the door.

"Woman!" Vegeta called, "both of my arms are broken in multiple areas. How do you expect me to eat?"

"Well? What do you want me to do about it?" Bulma asked. She frowned when Vegeta stared at her, "no. I am not feeding you. No way."

Vegeta glared at her, "do you really think I want to be mouth fed by a wench like you?" His stomach suddenly growled loudly and he groaned.

"Why should I? Last time I recalled... I don't like you." Bulma hissed.

"Bulma.'Please' feed me." He said, his voice full of harshness. He wasn't enjoying the fact that he needed her help just to eat.

Bulma sighed and walked over to the seat, sitting back down. "Fine, but first, I wasn't you to apologize for yesterday. Thanks to you, I have a sore throat."

Vegeta glared, "maybe your throat hurts because you talk too loud!" He sneered.

Her frown deepened, "maybe you don't deserve to eat you hateful monkey."

Vegeta growled, "ungrateful dog."

Bulma quickly grabbed the fork and shoved the food into his mouth to shut him up. "Be quiet Vegeta, I don't want to hear your voice." She watched annoyed as he chew'd and swallowed the food. She grabbed another forkful and fed it to him.

"Your mother may be annoying, but she knows how to cook." Vegeta said in between chewing.

"Whatever Vegeta," Bulma said softly. Today was going to be a long day.

A/N: Hope you all liked it. Leave a review! Thanks for reading!