Sure enough there came that city; already he could hear its roar filling the sky all around him. He lowered himself towards the streets, emerald eyes scanning over the people and the cars rushing about in all directions. A small smile played on his lips, he would enjoy spending some time in the city one day, but not quite yet.

He took that map in hand, rolling over so that the wind rushing to him was blocked by his broad back and chuckled softly. He had thought that Capsule Corp had been around that area, but he had thought it best to make sure. Folding it again he placed it back into his pocket and rolled with the wind until he saw Capsule Corp in the distance.

With a soft smirk he landed at the gate and entered the large lavish garden. He could see himself living in luxury like this, and his goal was now closer than ever.
He rang the door bell and waited, his bright emerald eyes scanning the garden for anything of interest as he waited.

After a few moments, an older version of Bulma with blonde hair opened the door. The woman briefly looked Serigon up and down, before breaking out into a beautiful smile.

"Well, hello there! I don't think I know you, do I? Are you one of Bulma's friends? I am afraid she is not here right now. Did you know that she has gone off into those dreadful Wastelands to train to become a mighty warrior? Who would have thought it, my lovely daughter out there training to defeat the evils of this world! I am so proud!"

The woman chattered along happily, not letting Serigon get a word in edgeways even if he tried. From behind her, an older man with purple hair and a moustache walked up behind her.

"Who is it dear?"

Mrs Briefs turned and giggled at her husband and waved her hand at the red-haired man at stood on her doorstep.

"Hmmm? Oh yes, this is... erm... Sorry dear, who are you?"

A smile came to his lips and he tried to speak, but h was instantly flooded with a one sided conversation. His mouth closed abruptly and he tried to keep his temper down. Serigon simply stood there blinking as the woman never even stopped to breathe.

Finally someone came to his rescue, a voice sounded out behind the blonde haired woman.

"Hello Dr and Mrs Briefs. My name is Serigon. I met up with your daughter during her training in the wastelands. She may have fallen into a bit of trouble. But she is doing just fine now. She asked that I come to gather up some supplies. Vegeta... I think his name was... yes Vegeta came along and decided to crush most of her capsules."

He offered another friendly smile as he thought of other ways that he could get this Vegeta person into trouble. Perhaps if he insinuated that the body guard they had hired to take care of their daughter had harmed her in some way, he would be out of the picture for good.

"She is already showing great potential, and so she asked that I help in her training. If I would be able to get the things she needs, that would be great."

H e handed the list of things Bulma wanted over to the blonde haired woman with a charming smile and brushed his long red hair from his eyes.

"She said that you would know some of the stuff she means. I apologize that this is so very sudden, but she seemed very upset over the argument she had with Vegeta and wanted to simply throw herself into her training."

Mrs Briefs smiled warmly at him and took the list, before taking his wrist in her delicate little hands and dragged him inside her house.

"Oh, was she with Vegeta? That is such a relief! I was so worried those two had a permanent falling out and they weren't going to get back together. It would be such a shame, as that Vegeta is such a lovely young man!"

Dr Briefs patted his over enthusiastic wife affectionately on the shoulder and chuckled softly.

"Now, now dear. We don't know if they were a couple, in fact I very much doubt it. Now, stop playing match maker and allow our daughter to find her own way, hmmm?"

Bulma's mother pouted prettily at her husband, then turned and smiled apologetically up at Serigon.

"I'm so sorry, dear. It is so rude of me to talk about the old boyfriend in front of the new one! Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea? I baked a cake this morning if you would like some of that too?"

She handed the list to Mr Briefs who rolled his eyes and went to look for the things his daughter required. When his wife got something in her head, it was like talking to a brick wall. He could give her a long, long list of why it was obvious that Bulma and Vegeta weren't a couple, but she'd just hear whatever she wanted to hear.

As if on cue at the mention of tea and cake, Serigon's stomach grumbled it's protest and he grinned sheepishly.

"Yes, please, I would be most honoured to join you for tea. I haven't eaten today, and that certainly was a long trip."

He followed Mrs Briefs into the kitchen blocking out her mindless chatter as his sharp eyes scanned the house.

He drank and ate heartedly, enjoying as it took that growl out of his stomach.

"Mmmm, that was great Mrs. Briefs. I wonder if those supplies are ready. I have an idea that Bulma may be a bit angry if she thinks I was taking too long."

He eyed the rest of the cake hungrily, but made no movement to get himself another helping. Instead he simply watched as Bulma's energetic Mother bounced around the kitchen chattering about this and that and refilling his cup whenever it became empty. A slow grin etched across his handsome face as he imagined choking the life from her.

Mrs Briefs giggled girlishly and took his plate and cup, smiling happily, glad to have someone to fuss over whilst her daughter was away. She gave her husband a kiss on the cheek as he came back in with a case of Capsules and sat down at the table across from Serigon. Dr Briefs feigned a look of annoyance before looking lovingly up at his wife.

"Dear, I have been rather silly and have forgotten to include Bulma's tool box, and I am sure she will want it in case anything goes wrong with any of her tech. You wouldn't mind going and getting it for me, would you?"

Mrs Briefs chuckled and rolled her eyes at her husband and patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh, you silly sausage! How could you forget something like that? I'll go and get it straight away!"

She placed Serigon's empty plate and cup in the sink before scurrying off to collect the forgotten tool box. Once he was sure she was out of ear shot, Dr Briefs lent towards Serigon with a stern expression on his face.

"Do not take my wife too seriously when it comes to Bulma and Vegeta. As they have never, and hopefully never will be together. That man is a bad influence on my daughter; I blame this training rubbish purely on him. She was interested only in becoming a great inventor until he came along and started throwing his weight about. Take my advice and keep away from him."

The older man clasped his hands together and rested them beneath his chin with a sigh.

"And please take good care of my daughter. She can be a lot to handle, and is stubborn as a mule, but she has a good heart."

A few moments later, Mrs Briefs came back holding a capsule triumphantly in her hand and gave it to her husband, who slotted it into the case with the others.

"Well. Unless there's anything else, I'd say your read to go!"

Mr Briefs smiled and handed the case of Capsules over to Serigon.

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It had only been fifteen minutes since Serigon had left, but already Bulma was bored. With a sigh she began to do her regular yoga exercises, as she wasn't quite ready to go through her fighting training again, and there was no way she was going to attempt those hideous press ups and sit ups again.

"I wonder what Vegeta is doing. Probably flying around smashing things.... destruction is what he's best at after all..."

For a long time, Vegeta lay upon the open expanse of earth provided to him by the Wastelands with his muscled arms tucked loosely beneath his head. His breathing was slow and regulated, rhythmically swelling his chest with his equally paced heart beat; lost in some sort of meditative trance. Time seemed to move at a snail's pace for the Prince of Saiyans, yet the world around him was shifting quickly from day into evening and now a half shaded moon was raising high into the chilled sky.

Finally, he slipped out of his state of rest, opening his eyes slowly to take in the bright, star speckled canopy of space. Unfurling arms made their way to his sides and hands grasped at the ground for support as he lifted into a sitting position. Aside from the moon and stars, it was relatively dark. His initial senses didn't feel any dangers around him and a check of his nearby Scouter confirmed that everything was safe on the makeshift home front.

After a few moments of gathering his bearings, he turned to the dry and brittle timber he acquired before his rest and set up the makings of a small campfire. His gloved hand was extended toward the standing of miscellaneous wood and emitted a pulsating glow for a second before firing off a small blast of ki energy. The logs nearly exploded but settled for roaring into a large fire immediately after being ignited.

Vegeta picked up the small Wastelands critter he managed to capture and tossed it close to the roaring flames, letting the heat cook the flesh that he personally tenderized with his fists. If he was going to stay out here in this area and complete his training, he would need to resort to such primal tasks as catching and preparing his own meals from whatever nature offered him.

It would much better suit him if he had someone to prepare his meals for him. He was royalty, after all.

Soon there existed alongside the fire a small set of bones from the critter so savagely devoured by the lone Saiyan. He stared into the flickering flames before him and picked his teeth with a single finger, mulling over the Wastelands and the remainder of his training. The only challenge he had faced so far on this adventure was sparring words with the big mouthed Bulma, who the quick thought of arose a mild frustration inside of him.

The feelings quickly subsided, knowing she was on her own way now and would hopefully be out of his hair for the remainder of his stay. He sensed that Earth could only offer little more in his training and soon, after the Briefs had finished fixing the space ship, he would be trekking across the galaxy again in search of new endeavours and encounters. Only then when he was alone, and away from the distractions of Earth would he finally reach his goal. He would be Super Saiyan. Though, it would still be for the best if he sucked what he could out of the planet before departing.

Vegeta brought his feet underneath him and slowly stood up, beginning his routine with a series of arm and leg stretches. He couldn't think of a time he ever pulled or sprained a muscle but it was still engraved into his head that stretches were mandatory—even for a First Class Saiyan warrior.

He tilted his head to the side and spotted a small rodent native to the Wastelands scurrying about in the distance. The Saiyan Prince raised his open palm in alignment with the quickly moving critter and followed it as it darted about. A small grin rose to his lips as his palm began to resonate with gathered energy that was rapidly dispersed in the form of a small beam.

His aim was impeccable. The small creature was blasted dead on and now remained as a toasted and half missing carcass seared to the ground beneath it. Vegeta chuckled quietly while lowering his arm, stopping his current fun to look up at the night sky.