With Bulma being ill and no one can watch her because everyone is training and working hard, who will watch her? It's not until Vegeta is asked to do this and reluctantly gives in that maybe he was wrong about Bulma Briefs as Bulma might've also been wrong about Vegeta. Follows ''Z Warriors Prepare.'' (Episode 109)

Realize Part One-Give It Some Thought

Bulma skidded to her bathroom and threw up her guts out for the second time that morning. What made me so sick? Bulma thought as she swished some water in her mouth following the regergitation and spitting it out in the sink. What Bulma thought to be cause of her illness was the steak she ate the previous night. She combed her blue afro to make her hair straight and dressed herself in a red T-shirt, white pants, and blue and white sneakers. Bulma desired to at least devise an attempt to make sure Vegeta keeps himself in bed today. If he even tries one piece to deliever his ruthless replies to her, she was going to stand up for herself and be a corageous lion, hunting for his predators. There was no way that he could continue training until he healed from blowing up his ship and receiving massive cuts and bruises in the process.

As Yamcha said;Vegeta was trying to do ''the impossible.'' I swear! Why can't Vegeta just stop fighting for a while to rest his brain for at least a minute? That's why he's so grouchy-he's training too much.

With getting the concept off track in her thoughts, Bulma journied to the kitchen and perched herself on a chair at the table. She held her head in her hands as her mother was cooking some good smelling breakfast.

''Sweetie, would you like some bacon with your breakfast?''

''Mom, I'm sick. I threw up twice this morning. I think I'll past breakfast to avoid doing THAT again.''

''You poor sweetie. Why don't you go up and get some more rest?'' Her mother came over to sit with her and placed a hand on one of her shoulders.

''I can't. I have things to do you know. Well, I actually don't. Who's gonna keep an eye on Vegeta? I'm concerned of his condition.''

''Oh, Vegeta will be just dandy. He's a tough guy and he can handle the pain.''

''He's going over the limit. He doesn't know when to stop. He's just like a Taurus; a stubborn bull!''

What Mrs.Briefs or Bulma hadn't knowlege of was that the still bandaged up Vegeta, scars everywhere in sight on his body, was eavesdropping behind the wall. His brows lowered quickly in anger as his fists clenched tightly. He grunted in disgust. Time to teach Servant Woman a lesson!

''Woman, I know you're not talking about me!'' Vegeta shouted at the top of his lungs as he showed himself from his hiding location. Bulma's ocean blue eyes widened as she began to get in a fighting position.

''Look at yourself! You're covered in bruises!''

''Whatever! Just shut up! Just shut the freak up! All you do is follow me around and tell me I can't do this and I can't do that. I'm the Prince Of All Saiyans and I'm not taking orders from a worthless female!''

''Worthless? Oh, you've gone real overboard now, buster! You know what, Vegeta? You're something else! The craziest guy I've met.''

''Well, you're the most weak of all the women I've met!''

''You two, let's settle this over a cup of tea,'' the cheery Mrs.Briefs suggested. Of both the combating pair, none responded because of their same rate of stubborn deeds. They grunted in displeasure. Bulma was about to punch Vegeta in the nose, but something came over her not to hurt him. Vegeta was close to choking Bulma, but something came over him also. Being of a tough and frivolous warrior, he's not to tolerate such ''disrespect.'' He's just mad about his past and that he's less strong that Goku. Bulma included without speaking. With nothing else said, Vegeta left the room in disgust, remaining in thought of why he just didn't punch or kick Bulma in the first place.

''Well...that was...interesting.''

''Mom!''

''Sorry. Sorry. You two just look nice together.''

''You can't be freakin' serious!''

Vegeta, down the hallway, heard this and became even more angry. He decided to walk on and leave the idea behind in the dust. There was no sense to be plunged in an argument just moments afterwards of finishing one. But the rest of the conversation Mrs.Briefs and Bulma devised made him trace his steps back to his eavesdropping spot. He listened intently.

''Mom, he'll never like me! He'll just...oh I don't know.'' Bulma reseated herself in the chair she was in previously and rested her head on the table. Her mother joined her once more. ''Before Vegeta came back from space, and I didn't tell you this, I had a dream about...''

''What is it, honey?''

''Well, I had one that Vegeta was nice to me and he...uh...how can I put this in words? He...kissed me. I have that crazy feeling that he does like me, but is just too scared to tell me.''

First strike was Vegeta crossed his arms and rested his back on the wall. He quietly banged his head against the hard but smooth texture. What does that woman think? I have no time for games or love.

''Really? I think you two will become great soul mates one day. All you have to do is get to know one another.''

''I...oh Lord! Not again!'' Bulma bolted to the bathroom and Mrs.Briefs and Vegeta heard the creepy and irritating sound of Bulma throwing up for a thrid time. Mrs.Briefs must've had eyes in the back of her head or was of a pyshic personality since she asked, ''Vegeta, can you go see if my Bulma's okay?'' Vegeta formed fists by his hands along with more grunts. Reluctantly, Vegeta made his way where poor Bulma was getting the bad treatment of bad taste in her mouth.

When Vegeta arrived near the doorway of the rest room, Bulma finished swishing another mouthful of water around like a cycle in her mouth, spitting it out, and drying her mouth with a minature towel. Completed, she exited the bathroom and glanced at Vegeta for a few seconds.

''What are you doing here?'' she inquired.

''Your mother sent me up here. It's not like I have any sympathy for a weakling such as yourself.''

''Whatever. I have no time for your stupid remarks. See you later.'' She delievered a sarcastic wink and departed from the prince. That drasted wink! Why does she wink at me all the time? Crazy is all she is.

As the two went off to doing their own things they desired to do, it was an odd reason that they were thinking of if they were together as a loving pair. They rejected the idea as nonsense as Vegeta continued exercising in the Gravity Room and Bulma tried to discover something that will entertain herself while the boys were training for the three-year time period.