Author note: Sorry I took so long. I was really ill and I had school work to do, so I never found the time to write, but hopefully I'll have the next chapter done by friday and posted. I'm trying to get these done sooner, but I don't want them to be short and disappointing. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. I put a lot more thought into it. I hope its not to fast either. I will be going back to the other two chapters and add more to it and edit it. I'm going to put more detail.

P.S. Oh and I'm working on a comic book also. Hopefully it will get published like actually published in comic book stores. I'll let you guys know if it does.

Disclaimer: I do not own dbz

Chapter 3

Bulma sat down in the training exhausted. 18 had Bulma training the the gravitional room for three days straight. She made her eat in the traing room and even sleep in the training. She didn't allow Bulma to leave for any reason unless it was to use the restroom to deposit her waste. 18 and 17 would enter the gravity room to increase the gravitational field ten times more the the gravity she would be training under. Then they would beat her to a pulp before leaving. Bulma had just wanted to have a decent sleep, but when Bulma fell asleep on the cold metal floor she would always feel the leather brown cowboy boots that belong to 17 waking her up. He always stare down at her with his icey blue eyes. Always demining her as if she were a roach he could squash under his boots. Bulma guess he probably could, but she wasn't eager to find out either.

She was shocked at the changes she found in her appearance. Bulma had been staring down at the cold metal floor of the training room. It was reflecting her image and what Bulma saw surpised her. One of her eyes is a golden yellow and her other eye remain blue. She asked to whatever god that might be listening to her in the universe why she was the one curse to live this life. A life that was almost like hell to her. A woman sat down beside Bulma. A beautiful Woman who was much older an mature. She had short green hair that look like the florish forest and she had golden eyes just like the one on Bulma left eye. The woman had elf like ears and cherry red lips. A square jaw line that made her look like almost god like. Her skin a soft gray color. She wore armor that smelled like pine wood and carry a sword that had a blood red jewel at the end of the handle. She look perfect. Bulma felt hideous compared to the woman that took a seat beside her on the empty training room floor.

" Bulma." She acknowlaged.

" How do you know my name?" She asked wondering if maybe she might be going insane.

" I know everything about you. I know your a princess from earth. I know your also a genius. I know you never been kissed by a man. I know you were the top of your class." She smiled

" How?"

" I'm the one thats flowing in your blood Bulma. You are my vessel. Dr. Gero tended on making you disappear and have control over me, but the fire in your spirit kept that from happening. I still remain strong as well in your eyes." she said pointing at Bulma gold eye.

Bulma gasped, peering down at the metal floor to see her reflection. Her gold eye twinkle with michouve. Her blue eye was filled with sorrow.

"Also my cousin race has been making sure that you didn't disappear from the primal instinct of my blood. "

" You have a cousin race?"

The woman nodded reaching out for Bulma tail. Her hand grazed the blue fur. A shiver of pleasure ran up Bulma spine. Bulma tail quickly wrapped around her waist. She didn't want to be render vulnerable if her tail was that sensitive.

" The saiyans is our cousin race. We, the Wolyans were the original race. Then there is our sister race the Feyans which inhabit planet Kanara. We were a very powerful race. We were also excellent blacksmith. We were the ones that created the saiyans armor. The one that you see the young prince wearing. Yes, We took pride in what we created. The prince has been protecting you."

" planet Kanara!" Bulma shouted, however the question of who this prince she was talk was also nagging her in the back of her mind.

" Yes, that tyrant wants to get rid of the feyans just like he tried to get rid of the wolyans and the saiyans. We are a race of warriors. We were created to fight. Can you not feel it in your blood? Did you not feel the rush when you were training with that doll?"

She was right, When Bulma was training with 18 she did feel the rush. Throwing punches at 18 more and more frequently. Her speed increasing each time she felt the rush flow through out her body. Bulma had subconciously reach to her waist to unsheath a sword that was not there. When Bulma had froze noticing what she was doing 18 had landed a punch at her gut; knocking the wind out of her. 18 had told Bulma she did not her outside the training room until she improved her fighting skills even more.

" I did, but I was reaching for something. I wanted to slice her half." Bulma stated guiltily.

The woman sneaker. " Ah, you reaching for this." She showed Bulma the sword

" I was reaching for your sword?"

" Aye, This sword was passed down my family for generation. It was made by my ancestors. This here crystals it the blood of my elder turn to stone. The handle is forge from the bones of the great beast we transform into during the full moon. The blade is made from the strongest metal the universe has to offer. It can slice through any flesh no matter how strong they are."

Bulma reached out to touch it feeling a longing in her heart. The woman let Bulma grab hold of the handle. She stood up taking a stance the woman recongnize as her own.

' Yes my blood flows in her viens.' she thought sadly.

Bulma swung with the sword moving around like she was doing some sort of sword dance. The woman stood and unsheath a kantana from her left side. Charging towards Bulma; the blades collided ith one another. It was music to the woman ears. Bulma smiled with joy as they began to sword fight. Twirlling around Bulma dodge the Kantana blade. The sworads colllided with one another like thunder and lighting. Clashing with each swing its wielder took.

" For someone who has no experience in sword fighting you are quite good." The woman laughed also enjoying it as much as Bulma was.

" Thank you."

" Who the hell are you talking too woman?" Vegeta asked. He was looking at Bulma like she grown a second head.

" I was talking to-." Bulma stop midsentence seeing she was now alone in the training room. The woman she had been talking to earlier was no where to be seen. In Bulma hand was a sword made from her blood. Once Bulma lost all concentration the sword fell apart into a puddle of blood onto the cold metal floor in the training room.

" I dunno." Bulma mummbled, but it did not go unnotice by Vegeta.

Before Vegeta decided to walk into the the training room, he had saw Bulma sitting on the training room floor talking. She looked as if she were talking to someone that wasn't there. He watched her slice her hand with her sharp nails and to his disblief he watched as her blood took the form of the sword. He watched her with great astonishment begin to dance with the blood blade. It was her laughter that made him walk in. He felt an unknown jealousy making him turn green with envy. He wanted to know who was this person she was imagining so he can search them out and destroy them.

" Are you becoming mentally ill?" He chuckled.

" I'm not becoming menatlly ill saiyan!" Bulma sneered

Vegeta uncrossed his arms. A smirk playfully visible on his face. " How you know? I saw you talking to someone that was not there. That sounds like a mentally ill person to me."

Bulma growled at Vegeta in anger. The puddle of blood on the ground began to stir.

" You better shut your mouth saiyan if you know whats good for you!"

Vegeta chuckled getting into a fighting stance. " Or what? Is your invisible friend going to do? Beat me up?"

Bulma let out a rage filled cry. Her eyes becoming a blood red color as her primal insticts soon took control of her. This is what the woman was fearing. Althrough Bulma had a willful spirit; she also has an uncontrollable rage. That rage is what allowing the primal rage easily take over her. Bulma charged at Vegeta with full force. Vegeta brought his right arm up ready to block the on coming punch until something he hadn't expected happen. As Bulma was one feet away from him; the puddle of blood came rushing towards Bulma forming into the sword she had earlier. Vegeta ducked before the blood sword made contact with him. Vegeta kneed Bulma in the abdonmen. Bulma took the blow. She turned around finding Vegeta nowhere in sight.

" Where are you saiyan!"

" Whats the matter? Can't sense my ki. How pathetic." Vegeta said with disgust.

Bulma growled. She couldn't fly, but she did know a way to bring him down. " Gravity 30 times earth gravity." Bulma smirked seeing Vegeta eyes widen for a mere second before the sudden force of the gravity brough him down.

" Die!" Bulma shouted in an almost demonic voice

Bulma made a backwards flip and landed gracefully in front of Vegeta, but he fazed out. He appeared from above Bulma bringing his fist down on her back. Bulma stummbled but she right herself on time to dodge the kick that was coming at her.

" There no way someone as weak as you can ever kill me." Vegeta sneered.

" I'm not weak!" Bulma screamed.

She rush towards Vegeta with blind rage and before Vegeta could dodge the sword came into contact with his abdomen.

" Who the weak one now saiyan?" Bulma murmured into his ear.

" You are." Vegeta simply answered.

" What?"

The blood sword disepate returning to the open wound in Bulma left palm. The wound closed. The golden eye and the bright blue eye returned to question Vegeta. Bulma was left dumfounded. Coughing weakly, Vegeta held his hand over the wound Bulma made, He put pressure onto it making the bleeding slow.

" You are weak because you allow your emotions to take control of you." Vegeta simply stated

Bulma looked down at Vegeta wound. He saw her blue eye twinkle and in her gold eye a deep saddness. She reach out to the wound touch Vegeta blood cover hand.

" Did I do that to you saiyan?" She whispered.

Dropping to her knees Bulma stared straight at the wound. Vegeta, shocked, looked down at her wondering what could possibly be going through her mind. Bulma moved Vegeta hand. Cautiously and taking a glnce at Vegeta wondering if he might stop her from what she wanted to do. When she saw he made no movements she coninoued; her lips parted and her pink tounge began to lapse the wound like a kitten drinling a bowl of milk. Bulma shudder from an unknown pleasure. Vegeta blood tasted so sweet. She looked up to see Vegeta wince in response.

" Does it really hurt?" She asked.

" Yes, you fool!" Bulma flinched from Vegeta booming voice.

Standing up Bulma dusted herself off. She grabbed his clean palm and tug him towards her.

" Lets go to my room. I'll take care of that."

" I will do no such thing!" Vegeta shouted slapping Bulma hand away.

" Stop being so stubborn!." Bulma grabbed his hand and pull him along with her.

Bulma pulled Vegeta close to her putting his arm around her shoulder. The saiyan prince grunted in response. The two walked out of the training room together looking beat up and disgruntle. They were seen by the two androids, Zarbon, and the two saiyans. To them the pair looked like they been through a war or a great battle. Zarbon looked down at Vegeta with envy.

" Will if it isn't the little monkey." Zarbon came up to the two blocking the path the Bulma room.

" Beat it you green freak!" Bulma snapped before Vegeta could open his mouth.

Zarbon and Vegeta with disbelief, but then Zarbon was ready to slap. Bulma prepared herself for the up coming blow until his hand was suddenly stopped by android 17.

"tsk, tsk, tsk lay a hand on my little sister and you will no longer have a head on your shoulders." 17 warned.

" You dare to threaten me?"

18 and 17 blocked zarbon allowing the pair to walked toward their destination.

" What of it." 17 yawned already bored with zarbon

Zarbon hands fisted into a tight ball his knuckles were a pale green. ' The second these dolls leave her side she is good as dead.'

Zarbon sneered at the two androids before turning to leave into the control room to see how close they are to Kantara.

Bulma settle Vegeta onto her bunk making him lay down on her back. Vegeta try to set up, but the pain from the sword wound he had recieve from Bulma began to throb with a burning sensation.

" Don't worry! I'll have that wound close and the pain gone in a jiffy." Bulma chimmed.

From the reflection bouncing off the metal walls Bulma saw how much she looked like her perky mother. With a sad smile she stuck the seringe into the wound injecting a green liquid into Vegeta circulatory system.

" What did you do to me!" Vegeta hissed.

" I injected a healing factor into your system. I invented it two days before Earth was invaded. It was suppose to be the biggest break through in medical history." Bulma explained.

Vegeta saw the deep sadness her blue eye reflected. It was similar to his own sadness he hides all to well. However, It was the gold eye that surpised him most. In her golden eye Vegeta something else. As if it were the doors to someone elses soul and not Bulmas. The gold eye stared at Vegeta with a deep curiosty,

" Vegeta look! your wound beginning to close." Bulma shouted in glee.

Vegeta looked down at his once open wound with astonishment. His wound was closing and it was healing in a fast rate. This healing factor that Bulma invented was much better than the rejunivation tanks frieza tops scientest created.

' She a genius!' Vegeta mind screamed with a new hope.

A scientist to help the saiyans rebuild! Sure their were at three saiyan scientist that survive the destruction of their home world, but none of them has ever achieve something as ingeniuse as what Bulma had just injected into his now heal wound. Vegeta sat up and touch the now perfectly healed abdomen.

' It didn't even scar.'

Vegeta smirked had made a twinge of fear flicker in Bulma mind. She wonder what could possibly be going through the saiyans mind, but before she had anytime to react Vegeta had her pinned under him. Even with her new found strength she couldn't budge Vegeta off of her. Bulma pushed with her small frail looking hands and tried to kneeVegeta where it could hurt every man, but Vegeta had held down her legs with his own.

" Get off me!"

Vegeta bent down his face only centimeters away from from Bulma. She froze unsure what Vegeta was going to do next. Vegeta nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. Taking in a breath full of Bulma scent Vegeta shuddered. Bulma smelled like vanilla and roses. He had an exotic flower in his hands. Bulma was the rare blue rose every planet talked about and admire, but is never seen in their garden. His pride told him he might regret this in the near future, but the idea of having someone like Bulma working in his soon to be empire was too good to give up and he wasn't going to give her the chance to escape from him.

" You know little girl you have beaten me almost a weak ago. Not knowing who I was or what I might be you did so any ways. You have any idea what you have just done?" Vegeta teased.

" N-n-no."

Vegeta chuckled in amusement. " In the sayian culture we bite the one we chosen as our mate on the crook of our necks where the juglure artery at. It symbolizes our unity and a bond is forge between the two. We can not part even in death,"Vegeta was willing to deal with that just to have someone like Bulma working for him in his empire and to in sure her loyalty. Grazing his teeth over her smooth pale skin Vegeta roughly bit down. Bulma's screams echo through out the ship. The two androids, 18 and 17, kicked down the door to find Vegeta drinking Bulma blood. She was moaning. The pain suddenly turning to an untold pleasures. Vegeta was not prepared for this. He could feel it too. The scared bite mark Bulma left Vegeta began to throb in reaction. His tail entertwine with Bulma. He ran his hand up her thigh and roughly grasped her buttoks.

' So sweet.' Vegeta throught with a moan escaping his own lips has he continoue to drink her blood.

His member harden pressing firmly against Bulma panties and that were now becoming wet with her honey. 18 and 17 budge the two apart. Their nose curling up in disgust. The two clearly looked and smell like they were to dogs in heat. Bulma was now growling like a mad animal as was Vegeta. Raditz and Nappa threw their heads back laughing at the sight.

" Will I'll be damn! The pince found himself a woman!" Raditz roared.

Nappa caught sight of the blue tail twisted around Vegeta chocolate brown tail. Nudging Raditz to get his attention. " Hey Raditz I think she may be a half breed."

" Leave it to Prince Vegeta to take the last untaken female as his own." Raditz smirk.

18 and 17 felt like they were holding children away from each other. They were crawling and punching the androids trying to get free so they can get to each other. However, Raditz and Nappa conversation did not went unheard by Zarbon. As the green skin man turn to go into his own room a plan of the blue hair beauty death began to form in his mind.

Vegeta did not expect that to happen! What will he do now? What will bulma do? Is 18 and 17 going to lock her up in the room until they get to planet Kantara? What is Zarbon planning? Why who is this women Bulma is now seeing? Found out in the next chapter!