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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or anything related to DBZ....otherwise this wouldn't be fan fiction.
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Bulma Brief's eyes narrowed at the jumble of wires before her.
Red to blue...yellow to green. All right girl, You can do this. Steady hands, steady hands.
With a growl she swiped at a piece of blue hair that had fallen into her eyes. Yes, her hair was naturally blue. How? She didn't know. Her mother's hair was blonde and her father's gray hair was once brown. Yes, had The young scientist thought a moment about her hair color, she would have instantly known that there was no humanly possible way for her to have naturally blue hair. Anyways, Bulma had never tried to solve the mystery that was her hair and now was not the time, right now she was proving something to herself.
She glanced quickly over at the egg timer, one that was getting suspiciously closer to the zero mark. Her attention flew back to the mess in front of her.
Almost there! Snap those into place, connect this to that... The young scientist's hands flew as she expertly assembled the gadget.
Anther anxious glance at the timer, then...SNAP!
"Done!" she shouted triumphantly....a few more seconds...Ding! And there went the egg timer. "All right!" The blue-haired goddess cried. "I still got it! Disassembled and reassembled the Dragon Ball Radar in ten minuets flat!"
Loud whooping and hurrah-ing could be heard throughout the whole Capsule Compound as Bulma conducted a one person victory song. The lyrics close to, if not, "I rock, I rock, yeah yeah yeaaahhhh, I rock!"
"1,199, 1,200, 1,201, 1202..."A voice grunted from inside a whirring dome....Vegeta doing one finger pushups (A/N: Wow!)
Sweat beaded on his face, and gathered on his nose. Drip, drip. A storm of emotions raged in his obsidian black eyes, anger gaining dominance.
Must beat Kakkarot. Third class imbecile!
A roar of effort and he completed his set of push-ups.
The dark prince hovered inches off the ground, arms crossed and head held high. His eyes closed as he settled into his meditative stance. He was like a stone....Then, with an almost imperceptible movement, the corners of his mouth turned up in a very Vegeta-like smirk. Yes, he would obtain super saiyan.
"All right! I rock! I rock!"
His head snapped towards the door, his eyes opening, then narrowing at it. His brows furrowed as he thought through the possibilities of what was happening. Then annoyance took over his features, uncrossing his arms and landing on the ground, he stalked towards the door. An evil glint in is eyes and a 'name' on his bared teeth....
"Woman!"
Bulma sat contentedly on her favorite lab stool as she rested from her two-minute concert. With another start of joy, she jumped off her stool and grabbed up the Dragon Radar.
"It's such an awesome day out!" She chimed to herself with a grin. "A perfect day to get the perfect tan!"
Her sea-blue eyes swirled with excitement as she took off towards the lab doors....and came to a screeching halt. She tilted her head downwards to get a better view of the object still in her hands. The dragon Radar.
Hmmm perfect white teeth caught her bottom lip I better put you away first little bugger.
"Somewhere safe and inconspicuous, so no one can get their greedy little hands on you...." She glanced about her storage wall until her eyes stopped on an old shoe box on the very top shelf. "Ah-hah!"
She waltzed over to the shelf with purpose, stretched the hand still holding the radar towards the box....then glared at the shoe box still three feet above her stretching fingers.
Vegeta leaned casually against the door frame and watched as the loud-mouth woman stood on tip toes to get another inch on the shoe box. His eyebrow raised as he watched her attempts, then, remembering what he had come here to do, stood up straight and was about to gain said being's attentions when he spotted a storm, and decided that for his safety, he would wait it out.
Bulma stomped her foot in frustration, shooting daggers at the shoe box.
Stupid shelves! Who put them up so high?!! Was it the shelves fault? No, but Bulma had suddenly felt angry, and who, or rather what, better to take it out on than an inanimate object?
Her eyes shut tight as she attempted to reign in her fury. She clenched her arms tight to her sides so she wouldn't try to swing them at the brick walls in her madness....she had done that before, and two months with a broken wrist was not an incident she wanted to repeat. Grrrr. Bulma stomped her foot again and then, with the rest of her resolve, clenched her hands into tiny little fists and put all her strength into. Come on Bulma girl, you can control yourself! And so with a final exertion she imagined pushing all of her anger out of her body and saw....blue. A flash of blue, and then she was calm again.
Bulma Briefs stood there panting, pieces of a broken Dragon Radar scattered at her feet; forgotten from the anger.
Vegeta's eyes widened at the sight before him, the fragile blue-haired human, with a ki of 6 had crushed the metal Dragon Radar with her hand, and hadn't even noticed.
His eyes narrowed at her form, How? I thought she didn't fight, that she had no power. He watched intently as she stomped her foot another time into the ground, seemingly trying to control her anger. And then, for a brief moment his saiyan eyes saw the 'woman' standing there, a blue Ki aura fully powered up around her.

"Impossible."

"Impossible."
The gruff voice came from somewhere behind her and snapped her back into reality...and pain. She glanced down at her bleeding hand; shards of metal pierced it. The other pieces of the Radar she spotted on the ground, half melted?
Almost like they were melted, they look hot. Did I do that? How? It defies the laws of physics, that I could weild such destructive power. Her blue orbs widened at the next thought.....Oh I did it. I can feel that raw power buried somewhere deep a moment to let the realization sink in, and then another, dangerous thought ...and I like it.
And a pair of smooth, perfect lips curved into a cheshire grin.
Oh, this was gonna be a blast.

Ummm...hi? Heheh, this is my first attempt at a story. So please review and be nice with the flames.....does a compliment for every burn sound reasonable? Help me become a better writer! Suggestions are more than welcomed! Thanks!
Shiiro Hikari