Bulma turned with relish on the other side of her bed and snuggled into the covers. It took her a long time to fall asleep. To completely push Vegeta's psyche out of her thoughts was probably not that easy. She kept trying to wonder if she could do something to help everyone live in peace.
She would much rather have studied logarithms, but her lines of thought had seldom saved her from disaster.
Her father had never advised her in vain to stay out of such things. If she only thought of Namek, goose bumps covered her body.
The body swap with Ginyu; the odyssey as a frog. And yet. Somehow it had been terribly exciting.
Sighing, she mumbled to herself when she was suddenly awakened roughly. Her father stood drowsy in front of her bed and looked at her apologetically: "Vegeta has done it again in the weight room. He's hanging in the bathroom and doesn't even manage to get up."
That's what he had from having gone training today!
Bulma sighed and looked at him apologetically. How many times has he dragged himself from the weight room to his room and collapsed halfway? But there was no help in his pride. So why did her father wake her up?
Dr. Briefs seemed to already know her question and sighed, "Even if he's a Sayajin. His unbridled ambition will kill him."
He grumbled and stroked his gray hair: "He's weak, but I still don't know how to deal with him."

Yawning, Bulma stretched and loosely tied the belt of her bathrobe before she padded into the bathroom. The usual picture that was always offered to her was only surpassed by Vegeta's wounds, which this time seemed to be far worse.
"What was the gravity?"
"Get out of here." Even just holding on to the edge of the bathtub seemed to take all of his strength. It was enough for a flash of evil in his eyes.
"You're going to need help."
"I'm fine." Vegeta sagged painfully as he tried to get up again.
"Your shitty pride will get you to the grave."
“At least I will die honorable!” Surprised by Vegeta's violent emotional outburst, Bulma took a few steps back before she resolutely went to the medicine cabinet and rummaged in the drawers.
Armed with everything she could find useful, she headed for Vegeta and ignored the flashing looks with which he tried to intimidate her.
"You know, in a way, I even admire your pride."
Outwardly, his expression hardly seemed to change, but Bulma noticed the questioning look in his eyes.
"Pride is honorable Vegeta, also for us humans. But there are things that mean more to us."

“And all these other things make you weak.” Vegeta's words were soft and came hissing, but Bulma just smiled:"Maybe. But they also make life worth living. Where do you think the earth would be today if pride rules our existence?"
He averted his gaze when she looked at him and stared straight ahead: "I don't need your help."
"You already said that."
Vegeta growled, "And as a woman, is it not possible for you to understand it the first time?"
Bulma didn't understand why he was so reluctant to accept help, but she just smiled and crouched down in front of him: "Women usually don't listen to their men."
"I'm not your man either"
Bulma laughed: "One more reason not to listen to you. Now let me help you."
Vegeta grumbled and yet there was no contradiction when she helped him to sit on the edge of the bathtub. He silently allowed her to clean his wounds and treat them with ointment. Sighing, she took a few steps back and examined her work.

Vegeta was seething with self-loathing while Bulma helped treat his wounds. He was a Sayajin prince! And yet it was Son Goku who became Super Sayajin and not him! It was Vegeta who had to be treated by a human woman because he had overdone with training. Suddenly from 150 to 300G was clearly too much. And yet.
"Let go of me! Immediately!" Surprised Vegeta lifted her head when Bulma yelled at him. As he followed her startled gaze, he saw his hand that angrily had closed around her wrist and was squeezing. He hadn't noticed that he had reached for her hand, but he still seemed strong enough to injure a human hand.
She looked frightened and in pain and yet there was no fear in her gaze. Again not. Amazed, he let go of her wrist and looked at the red welts that were immediately apparent.
Bulma rubbed her hand with a sigh and regarded him thoughtfully. But Vegeta showed no emotion and wanted to get up.
But his body didn't obey him. He swayed on his knees before he was seized with irrepressible anger at himself and he struck his fist into the tile floor. He had to train harder.

Bulma watched him in silence and watched him hobble out of the bathroom. But contrary to her expectation, he did not take the way to his room but wanted to go down the stairs. But not to train again?
Angry, Bulma left all the bandages in place and ran after him. The deep hole Vegeta had left in the tile floor had not escaped her.
"Where are you going?"
"My God, if I could I would have killed you long ago."
"Do it." Bulma angrily sat up in front of him and put her hands on her hips. Was it about all men that they always sprayed their charm so bluntly?
Her mind rattled as she watched the vein on Vegeta's forehead, which slowly began to pound faster and faster.She had probably missed the time not to irritate him any further. But she knew that with another training session he would reach his limit for today. Dead he was of no use to anyone.
"Get out of my way"
Bulma shook her head and winced when she saw Vegeta's hand raised. To her surprise, however, he lowered it again and turned to hobble silently into his room.

"That was close." Relieved, Bulma wiped the sweat from her forehead and listened to the noises from Vegeta's room. But it remained calm. Was he lying down or was he just waiting to get out of the room?
Bulma snorted and slapped herself mentally. What did she care what he was doing with his time? Should he kill himself if he didn't know his limits, what did she care?
Sighing, she crouched down and leaned against the wall. Examined her swollen wrist. A little would have been missing and it would have broken. Intention?
She had seen what he had done in the bathroom, he could have done far more to her in his anger. But he didn't have it.
Wasn't it that she thought all her problems would be solved by breaking up with Yamcha?
She leaned back wearily and closed her eyes. To be a frog again would certainly not be that exhausting.

A strange creature, this woman. He leaned in the door frame and watched Bulma leaning next to the door and sleeping. Would she actually have tried to stop him from training if he had dared? Thoughtfully, he took a step towards her before pausing and going back again. She was a bossy, exhausting woman. So much could already be guessed at.
He should sleep better and rest, tomorrow morning he had to be fit again. He grumbled and wanted to close the door to his room before pausing again and stepping into the hallway. He silently picked up Bulma and carried her into her room.

Bulma turned tiredly on her other side and was startled when she felt her bed. But there was something else too. It smelled like Vegeta.
She opened her eyes in surprise, but no trace of him. Instead she was in her bed; the door closed. Hadn't she just been waiting in the hallway?