Chapter three is done

Chapter three is done! Woohoo! This chapter was originally gonna be spicy, but I changed my mind at the last minute. There might, I repeat MIGHT be a lemon somewhere in this story, or maybe not. It all depends on if I feel brave enough to write one ^_^. But enough about that. This ones a little longer than the others, and I might take a short break from this fic to work on some of my other ones…like MOOT. I want to continue it, but not enough reviews…three is not exactly a lot to convince me to do a chapter two. So, if any of you out there like Zelda as well as DBZ, please read the Magical Ocarina of Time for me! I'd really appreciate it! And now, on with the show! Er..story!

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Vegeta crossed his arms. "You mean today? Right now? Aren't you going to at least change out of that outfit first?"

Bulma glanced down at her dress. It stopped at mid-thigh, not to mention the fact it was so tight. Maybe she should change…

"I'll be right back." She declared and ran outside and into the house.

Once in her room, she flipped through her closet trying to find an appropriate outfit for training. She would need something comfy, airy, and durable. Jeans? No, too hot for summer. Shorts? No, all she had were mini shorts. Capris? Grinning, she pulled out a pair of khaki capris and a dark green halter-top.

'Perfect.' She thought to herself as she changed. This would be great for her training; or at least it would be till she called up her designer in Paris and had her make an outfit for her.

"I'm ready!" Bulma said walking into the Gravitron. The very second she stepped in, every muscle in her body felt like a lead weight. Gasping, she fell to her knees as the heavy gravity overcame her.

"I..I can't move." She mumbled. Her words came out clumsy and slurred, like the gravity was pushing her voice down as well. Vegeta floated over to her and laugh.

"Ha! This is nothing! If you can't stand the gravity when its this low you'll never be able to train with me."

"I…please. Turn it off. Computer…gravitron off."

"Right away Bulma-san."

The pressure on her body was gone. She clambered up, using the wall for support when she finally got to her feet. She didn't dare look at Vegeta, but she couldn't help it when his boots appeared right in front of her. She slowly lifted her head and saw he was floating an inch or so off the ground so they could be eye to eye.

"I can do this. That was just a mean trick Vegeta." She declared.

"I'm not holding back for some silly girl. If you want to train with me, you'll just have to keep up with my pace."

"What do you mean keep up with your pace? You've been doing this your whole life, I've been doing this what, ten minutes? Five? Get a life Vegeta, there's no way I'll be that good in one day."

He nodded. "Okay, I'll slow down for you…under one condition."

Bulma raised an eyebrow. "What's the condition?"

"You've got to train at least five hours a day."

"What? Are you insane? I'm part of a major corporation, I don't have the time for that!"

"You're the one who wants to learn, not me. I don't care what you do, it's not my problem."

Bulma considered for a moment. Five hours…she could lose a lot of work in that time. But then again, it would be a shame for all this power that she had to go to waste...

"Fine." She groaned.

"Good. Now, for your first lesson, hit me."

"What?"

"I said hit me. As hard as you can."

"…"

"Well, what are you waiting for hit-"

*wham!*

Vegeta took a single step back as she slammed a fist into his chest. It hadn't really hurt, but it stung like hell. She must be stronger than he thought.

"Not bad…you're not such a weakling after all." He mumbled as he rubbed his chest.

"Told you." She said smirking. The next moment she was laying on the ground on the other side of the room, dots exploding in front of her eyes.

"Never let your guard down." Vegeta crossed his arms and floated over to her. "Otherwise you'll get your ass kicked every time."

"You could stand to listen to your own good advice Vegeta." She muttered under her breath.

"I HEARD that woman." He snarled. She just smirked and stood, dusting herself off. She just loved to ruffle his feathers. Although she'd probably have to be nicer to him, otherwise he'd never train her.

"Well it's true! If you'd just stop being such a jerk and letting your ego get in the way every time you fight someone you wouldn't get beat up so much. For example, in the battle with Goku if you'd just crushed him when you had the chance instead of wasting time with that stupid speech you'd have-"

"Enough! I don't need you criticizing me! And what do you know anyways?"

"More than you, apparently."

"That's it. Get out."

"It's my gravitron. I have just as much-"

"NOW."

Bulma scampered out and ran inside her house. Collapsing on the couch, she coughed and grabbed the remote. Fine, he could be that way if he wanted. She didn't need him to help her. After all, there were still all the others to ask!

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"No way!" Yumcha said glaring at his ex.


"But I need someone to train me! I can't do it by myself, I haven't done karate since fifth grade!"

"Forget it, you didn't need me a little while ago so why the hell should I help you?"

"You know what, you're right Yumcha, I don't need your help. I'll just ask someone else to help me, that's all!"

Kuririn shook his head. "I'm sorry Bulma, but I can't help you. I've got to train for the androids, and you already know I'm not nearly as strong as the other guys. I've got to get ready and I can't have anyone holding me back. I hope you understand."

Bulma sighed and smiled. "Yeah, I kinda knew you'd say what. It's all right though. I know you need to prepare."

Turning, she walked back toward her aircar.

"Hey, Bulma?"

"Yeah?"

"Good Luck."

She smiled. "Thanks Kuririn."

She got the same answer from all the other Z senshi. The only one she hadn't asked were Goku and Piccolo, they played far too rough for her tastes. But she had to train! Her body demanded it!

"I have no choice...I'll just have to tolerate Vegeta."

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"I knew you'd be back." Vegeta chuckled.

"Look, don't give me a hard time about this Vegeta. No one else will train me except for you."

"I knew it. They're far too busy training for the androids. Now that you mention it, that's what I should be doing too..."

"Come on, be serious! Please? I'll even cook using the directions in the book from now on…"

"Hmph. There's no book in this world that could make you a better cook. But I'll give you a second chance anyway."

"Gee, thanks for your courtesy Veggie-chan."

"Hmph. Anyways, we'll begin with the basics. Punching, kicking, etc. After you've mastered those, we'll move onto flight, basic ki moves, concentration, strategy and all that sort of thing. And after that…well, we'll just have to see won't we?"

"Sounds good to me…although this would probably be a good time to mention I did gymnastics and karate when I was younger so I'm not a complete newbie… I just haven't fought in a long time."

Vegeta smirked and crossed his arms. "Excellent. Well then, that'll make this that much easier, won't it? Now let's start."

And so, Bulma spent the next five hours in the gravitron. Vegeta kept the gravity down to 3, figuring she could work her way up to the hundreds by the time he had to go fight the androids. Actually she did very well for her first time training. While the whole time the mostly practiced attacking and blocking, she did manage to get in a hit or two when his guard was down and do some minor damage. It was incredible really, her increase in power. He'd never seen anything like it before, not even when Kakkarot went to Namek and beat the ginyu force and Frieza single-handedly. This was completely different, and deserved attention.

Bulma on the other hand was worn out, physically as well as mentally. She couldn't believe the stress training had put on her body. How did Vegeta do it? She was interrupted from her thoughts when Vegeta and phased in out of nowhere, smacking her in the cheek and causing her to stumble. He laughed and drew back his arm as though to punch her, but instead shot out his left foot and nailed her in the side. Her knees buckled and she fell hard to the floor, clutching her side and coughing. She'd had the wind knocked out of her by the blow, and thankfully Vegeta gave her a moment's rest. But only a moment.

Before she could fully recover, He picked her up by the collar and tossed her gently across the room. She hit the opposite wall with a thud and fell to the ground, barely conscious. She knew Vegeta didn't mean to be rough, but he did get a bit carried away in battle. He landed in front of her and scowled at her, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Well, giving up? I wouldn't blame you if you did. You're not suited for this sort of things anyways. Too much pampering has spoiled you you know-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as she shot out her leg and tripped him. He fell to the floor gracefully, doing a half cartwheel and landing on his feet once again. He smirked in approval. She'd actually surprised him! Very good for a first try.

"Congratulations, you actually hit me. I suppose that's good enough for today…wouldn't want to tire you out, would we little warrior." (hope you don't mind Arishia-chan, but that nickname fits Bulma so perfectly!)

She clumsily stood up and leaned against the wall. Wearily, she groaned and collapsed right onto Vegeta, who instinctively shot out his arms to catch her. She had passed out from fatigue, the hours of sparring taking their toll. It would be best to get her to bed so she could rest up for tomorrow…he had no intention of going easy on her just because she had fainted.

He hoisted her legs up over the crook of his arm and cradled her. He couldn't help but admire her a little. She had a lot of spirit, even for a human. Not to mention the fact that she was gorgeous, and for once he wasn't the least bit startled to think that. He was a guy after all, and he as much right to appreciate the opposite sex as any other male in the universe…well, except for piccolo. Actually, no one was quite sure what he was, but it was assumed he was male, and that was what everyone referred to him as.

So, that thought in mind he bought her to her bedroom and dropped her rather unkindly on the bed. He didn't give a damn if she was comfy or not; it was her own fault for not giving up sooner. Tossing the covers on her he walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.

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Unbeknownst to Vegeta, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were watching the whole thing from the security cameras placed in every room of the house.

"Oh dear, I hope he didn't hurt our little girl too much!" Mrs. Briefs said worriedly. She didn't think she liked the idea of this training; Bulma had told her about it just before she'd left to try and get some help from the other Z senshi.

"Oh, she'll be fine hon. You just watch; those two will get together yet."

Mrs. Briefs wrinkled her nose and sighed. "I hope you're right dear…I hope you're right."

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Sare moved stealthily through the woods, keeping to the shadows to avoid being seen. Her tail lashed behind her, thumping dully against the tree trunks. She was slightly annoyed at how things had been going for her lately from the fall of the Empire to the lack of food to hunt. She knew things had to change around here quickly if she was still going to go through with her plan to save the Saiyan race.

The smell of blood flowed into her nostrils and her stomach growled angrily, knowing food was about. She crept toward the smell, all senses on the alert for anything else that might be trying to take her prey. As she approached the scent got stronger and she could almost taste the meat of some animal in her throat, the blood dribbling down her chin as she lapped it up off the forest floor.

When she reached the spot where it was, she froze. It was a little girl, no older that nine or ten, bleeding to death on the spot. Sare knelt down next to the girl and stared at her with cold eyes.

"Please…kill…me." The girl moaned. As she spoke she choked and more blood poured out of her mouth. Sare grabbed the girls hand and her gaze softened, her heart going out to this suffering soul.

"What happened?" She asked gently.

"I was…*keff*…raped." The girl said slowly, and coughed a little. Sare squeezed her hand harder and stared out into the woods, sensing something lurking just out of her range of vision. When nothing happened she looked back down at the girl but kept her ears tuned toward the source of the noise.

"By who?"

"I…I don't know. Three men…they…I…oh god!" The girl screamed and her body spasmed. Sare dropped her and backed up as the girl did her death throes, her back arching once, twice, and then became still.

Sare approached her cautiously, leaning next to her again. She was a lovely little girl, with light brown hair and an almost cheerful face. It was no wonder the rapists had picked her as a target; she was probably the weakest person in her village.

"Ah well. Death is death, no matter who delivers it. She would have been killed eventually, if not by me in battle than by some other soul who couldn't stand weakness in their presence. But now I am hungry, and I shan't let this meal go to waste."

She proceeded to eat the girl's body raw, tearing out chunks of flesh and chewing on them slowly, savoring the flavor. While she ate she started a fire and began to smoke some of the meat, mainly the girl's arms and legs. She'd save the smoked meat to eat later in case she couldn't find something to kill when she got hungry again.

Done with her meal, she licked the last of the blood off the bones and tossed the carcass aside, not bothering with the traditional burial ceremony for a dead saiyan. This low-class wench wasn't worth it at all. Satisfied with her work that day she got up and left the spot, the smell of blood and death lingering around her.

Behind her someone walked out of the bushes and into the clearing she'd just been in. Grinning to himself he leaned down and ran his fingers across the ground, hot sticky blood covering the tips. He licked in off and relished the taste, then turned and looked in the direction she'd left in.

"I'll find you my dear…my little Sare..."

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Bulma groaned and rubbed her head. God, what time was it? She licked her lips till they were moist and closed her eyes again. The dream had been even stranger than the one the night before, and more graphic too. She could still see the girls pained face, feel the throbbing of the dying pulse, taste her coppery blood in her mouth…

Alarmed, she ran to her bathroom and checked her mouth. There was no blood of course, but she could still taste it at the back of her throat. Grabbing her toothbrush she scrubbed furiously until the flavor was gone and leaned against the sink. Did these dreams have something to do with her new powers? It had to be. She'd never had anything like this happen to her before.

She trudged downstairs and plopped down at the kitchen table. Thankfully her mother had made breakfast that morning because she didn't have the energy to do it. Wait…this wasn't breakfast. This was dinner food!

"Mom, what time is it?!"

"Hm? Oh, it's around eight or so dear. You slept the whole day, and your father and I didn't have the heart to wake you. You poor thing! You must be tired after how busy you've been. You really should take a vacation sweetie. To Cancun maybe? You know, your father and I went there for our honeymoon, and the hotel we stayed at was just darling-"

"Thanks mom, but I can do alright. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

Mrs. Briefs bit her lip. "Well, if you're sure…"

Vegeta chose that exact moment to walk into the room. He plopped down at the table and started eating quietly, ignoring everyone else.

"You sleep too much. You missed training." Vegeta said without looking up.

"I wasn't feeling good. What's it to you if I miss a day or two anyway? It's me who's going to lose out not you, so don't get on my case about it."

"You're right. It's not my loss." He said shrugging.

"Good…now that we have that cleared up…I'm going to my lab."

"But Bulma dear, you hardly touched your dinner!" Mrs. Briefs called after her.

"Oh don't worry about that…I'm sure the human vacuum cleaner will take care of that."

Vegeta completely missed the joke and continued eating, oblivious to the giggles that erupted at his expense.

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The hours ticked by on her wall clock. God, she was starving. But she had to finish this presentation before Thursday for her meeting with the stockholders damnit!

She slumped in her chair and closed her eyes. Wiping the sweat off her forehead she reached down and unbuttoned her vest, tossing it to the floor and examining her torn gi. She hadn't even bothered to change when she woke up, and these were comfy anyway. She'd just shower in the morning and find something else to wear.

She shivered and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. It was freezing in here! She reached down for her vest and felt nothing, no cloth, no rough patches, nothing. Raising an eyebrow, she looked around didn't see it.

She turned abruptly and saw Vegeta standing there right in the middle of the room. He seemed startled that she had seen him. He walked up to her and dropped something on the table, tapping them impatiently.

"I went out and found you a gi, because knowing you you'll never get around to doing it. It's just like mine, but it's gray.

"Oh? Why gray?"

"Because you look better in gray than in blue or black. Although they would hide all those bruises you have."

Bulma blushed and pushed a lock of hair behind her head. He'd actually gone out and bought her something? How sweet! She could leap up and hug him…hell, why not? You only live once right?

She got up and leaning over brushed her lips against his. It wasn't anything personal really; she was just too distracted to care where she kissed him.

She pulled away and admired the gi. The fabric felt heavenly, and she could tell at a glance that it would fit her curves rather nicely. Vegeta really did have an excellent fashion sense.

She turned to thank him once again, but he was already gone. She looked at the open lab door and smiled slightly. She must have scared him off with her excessive happiness. Chuckling to herself she brushed her hair behind her ears again and got back to work on her project. She had plenty of time to try it on later. Now, she must get back to work!

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Vegeta breathed evenly as he slept his face strangely peaceful. His usually nightmare plagued dreams were calm and pleasing, ranging from killing Kakkarot to capturing to various things that had happened to him during the past few days. But at random points in his dream the whole thing would go blank and all he could see was Bulma kissing him…it had been innocent to her, but it had stirred an emotion inside him…what the hell was wrong with him? His mind even dared to try and take it beyond a kiss, but he wouldn't allow it. He dredged up various memories from his subconscious and put those into his mind instead, happy to be rid of her for the time being. But still he could see her in his mind, laughing and yelling and being so damn sexy…his peaceful expression vanished as he wrinkled his brow and grumbled something in saiya-jinn in his sleep.

"Damn onna…"