A/N : Yeah! I updated! You see, I thought that since I would not update for a month I could at least give you this piece of reading too munch on for a while. Why? Because of all of those wonderful reviews I got. Thank you, you and you ( points a finger dramatically at every person reading this! ). ;) I'm getting crazy! Well, have fun!

Chapter seven

A loud cheering sound could be heard from the semi-circular stadium. The saiyans, only one weak before the actual competition, had managed to carve this monumental roman circus with their ki beams. Bulma stood on the tip of her toes, outstretched and nervous about what was about to happen.

' Shit, I really have to do well if I want to stay alive. Am I strong enough?' In the past few months, Bulma's ego had taken a boost : she had lots of friends, a lot of people admired her because of her talent for dancing and her intelligence which was very practical in their situation. Bulma had, more than once, saved the life of herself and her friends by countering saiyans verbal attacks with the laws of their own constitution that she had thoroughly read.

The saiyans did not even have the right to rape them! Therefore, Bulma talked about it to the commander of the ship who had taken the king's place during the latter's absence, and he said that she was right. He had thus convoked all of the saiyans to a reunion and had commanded them to stop pursuing the girls or they would meet the wrath of their king. It seemed some saiyans did have a sense of honor!

Kakarrot continued to courtship Chi who was less and less being seen of since she was always with him during her free time.

" Team number 26, team number 26 is asked on stage. Team 57, prepare yourself!'

Bulma came back to reality and fixed one last time her outfit. They were presenting the song 'I'm a slave for you' and she was still a bit uneasy about performing in front of such a large audience. She wore a pair of jeans and a pink tank top and bandana. The rest of the group had beige bandanas and tank tops.

' Well here it goes!' she reassuringly thought.

She walked to the center of the stage and crouched in a low position. The music soon started and she moved her body to the flow of the music as she had done so many times before. The group was perfectly synchronized and the spectators were raging with excitation. The song seemed to take effect as Bulma had planned it.

 ' What I have to do to win this stupid competition is unbelievable ! What would Bulma, one year, think about the new Bulma who had sunk to the level of a teasing whore?' Bulma sadly thought.

She was effecting a suggestive move when she caught sight of a red and gold cape from the corner of an eye. There was the king, right in front of her, in the first row! He looked bored and did not seem to recognize Bulma.

'Well, I suppose it is better that way, I would not like him to remember that sparring session I owe him. Hmmmmmm, at least he is not looking away.'

One last kick and the dance was finished. The whole stadium stood up and cheered loudly. The team got out of stage and quickly changed in a new costume which consisted of tight brown leather pants and a beige camisole.

They girls were to remain bare foot.

The team quickly returned to the stage and performed the next song : 'Whenever, Wherever'. The time of Bulma's solo was quickly approaching and she found herself extremely nervous.

The familiar bang was heard and she began to swing her hips as Shakira did on the music video. Now, that seemed to capture the audience's AND the prince's attention. Not a sound could be heard as she performed that part of the song as if everyone was being hypnotized by the moving of the lower part of her body. Bulma did not seem to notice the change as she was now in a different world. The song finally finished and a strange quietness covered the stadium. Bulma, now realizing the strange state of the saiyans, grew steadily anxious. The crowd suddenly cheered very strongly and loud clapping could be heard. Bulma knew she had won this round.

The group returned to the back stage and awaited their fate. The next 30 groups passed but never was a team as applauded as Bulma's. Finally it was finished and after half an hour the king walked royally to the stage.

' Kami, he is so handsome. It's too bad he is such a bastard!' Bulma thought.

The crowd quieted and the king began to talk. He spoke very virulently in Saiya-go and a thunder of applauses was heard. After what seemed like ages he finally said the results of the competition in English.

The teams that would have make it to the finals are the following : number 8, 35, 67, 23 and 12."

Bulma frustratingly stomped her foot on the ground. ' Darn, Brista did it to the finals and not I!' She could not believe it : her routines were perfect and the crowd seemed to love her dance moves. Why had she lost?'

Then the king continued, " However, no semi-finals and finals will take place since it is very evident that team number 26 is the winner." He then read something on a piece of paper and continued, " Bulma Briefs, leader of the group, come on stage immediately."

Bulma almost refused to go since he did not even ask her to go but commanded the act but she was too happy about the whole thing. She walked towards him and accepted a silver band he handed her. The royal crest of Vegitasei was carved on it. Bulma sent him a questioning glance and he simply harshly whispered,

"Put it on and don't ask questions wench. You are too keep it on always if you want to stay alive."

Bulma was getting angrier by the second and was about to retaliate when the king shot her a mocking glare.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you or I could remember that sparring session I promised you."

Bulma quickly shot her mouth and send him a glare that would have scarred the bravest of men. But Vegeta was not a man.

"Now present us your last piece of dance!" he proclaimed.

Bulma quickly took her place between her comrades and danced to the music of 'I'm a survivor' who seemed to ignite the audience's excitation. When the song finished, she exited the stage and was to go to her room to prepare for her last night of training before the tournament of the day after, but not before managing to steal a glance from the king before going.

A/N : Well, I hope you liked it. I managed to squeeze a B/V moment in there but next time…. Well you shall see! Don't forget to review!