Well everyone, I'm still at my sister's house. There's nothing naughty in this chapter, but there will
be in the next one, so I just wanted to give you all fair warning. Anyway, I hope you guys like this
one. Enjoy all!
"I'm really beginning to think that at this rate I'll never figure out this move." Bulma muttered.
Vegeta shook his head and once again got into a stance, Bulma following suit.
"It's simple really. It looks hard at first, but it takes some practice. Although seeing as how I made it
up I didn't have to work on it too much."
"Did you really make up all your moves and attacks? That must have taken years!"
He shrugged. "I had a lot of free time on my hands. As for whether or not I made them up, I did for
the most part. The rest are just attacks I'd seen used somewhere else and had improved upon."
"Really? Wow…"
"Yeah, I guess it is kind of impressive. Anyway, first you put your hand out, palm facing away from
you and tilted vertically…then you gather a ki ball…don't worry about gathering too little or too
much, it'll adjust itself to your current strength.
Bulma tried it and finally succeeded in gathering a moderately sized ki ball.
"Good. Now throw it."
She frowned and raised back a hand to chuck the ball at the wall, but Vegeta stopped her.
"No no no! Just shoot it like your hand is a gun. Do it that way and it'll go wild."
Grabbing her hand he put it back into the starting position.
"Now try."
Nodding, she fired the ball. It struck the target on the wall dead-on, destroying it.
"Good. Now try it upside-down."
Sighing, she flipped over so she was floating in midair, and did the attack again.
He smirked. "See, it's not so hard. At this rate you'll have learned most of my attacks by fall." He
paused. "Of course, there's a difference between knowing them and doing them well…"
"I know that Vegeta. Now shut up and let me practice. We're not all as good as you."
"Glad you finally realized it. While you're busy doing that, I'm going to do some training myself.
I'll be back later." He grabbed his shirt from the control panel and started toward the door.
"Hey wait, where are you going? There's no one else around for you to train with! I mean, not since
Goku and piccolo left after the picnic to go train Gohan some…but that was three days ago!"
"So? I know where they are, I can sense their ki."
"Wait!" She dropped to the ground and dashed over to him. "I want to go too!"
He snorted. "You really think you can beat Kakkarot?"
She shrugged. "I can hold my own against you can't I? Just let me try; I want to fight a REAL
fighter for once."
"Um excuse me? A real fighter? Then what the hell am I?"
She clapped a hand to her mouth. "Oh, gomen Vegeta! I didn't mean it that way. It's just I'm so
used to Goku and the others being in a group that I refer to them as fighters. I didn't mean you
couldn't fight; I just meant you're not in the group."
"Hmph. Nor would I want to, seeing how badly they get their asses kicked. Why does Kakkarot
hang out with those losers? Every time they fight they either die or get knocked out."
"At least they try! It's better to die fighting then to sit around cowering and waiting for the end."
He smirked at her and nodded. "Good point. All right, you can come. But only under one
condition."
She eyed him suspiciously. "Fine. But what's the condition?"
"You have to use your full power against Kakkarot. No holding back just because he's your friend.
I'd like to see what this great new power of yours can REALLY do."
She grinned. "Okay, I'll do it. But I have a favor to ask you."
"What is it?"
"Can you carry me? I don't want anyone to know I can fight…I'm only asking to go because Goku
already knows."
He sweat dropped. "Sure, why not? What better way to spend half an hour of flight than carrying a
sweaty woman around?"
"So I'm sweaty? I've been working hard all day."
"You expend too much energy training. If you're sweating like that after four hours, I doubt you'll
have much luck with Kakkarot."
She narrowed her eyebrows. "Whatever. Just let me climb on so we can get this over with."
He held out his arms and she hopped into them, arranging herself so her legs dangled over the edge
of his arm. Wrapping her arms around his neck and stared up at him, beaming.
"Ready to go?"
He grunted. "Whatever." And opening the door he took off into the sky.
"This is just like my dream." She whispered to herself.
"You mean that dream you were having about me a few days ago? What was that all about, by the
way?"
She stared up at him in horror. "Was I talking in my sleep."
He laughed. "Sure. You didn't exactly say anything from in the dream, but the words 'Oh Vegeta'
leaving your mouth at certain points were a big hint."
She continued to gawk at him, too stunned to speak. He knew! Her life as she knew it was over!
He'd never let her live it down. Oh the horror, the horror!
"So what was I doing in your lovely little fantasy? Or do I not want to know."
She shook her head furiously as the dream began to come back to her, then she glared at him. "I hate
you. Why were you in my room in the middle of the night? If you were, it probably was you that
kissed me."
"No, it was the bogeyman. Of course it was me baka. I owed you for the one last week. And as for
what I was doing in your room, if you heard someone calling your name in their sleep wouldn't you
be curious too?"
"Yes, I suppose. But it was just a dream you know. I'd be a fool to sleep with someone like you."
"But that doesn't stop you from thinking about it."
"Oh come off it Vegeta! Just because you're sophisticated you're still a guy. I'm sure you've had
your own share of fantasies about someone."
"Sure. But I don't share them with who ever happens to be walking by my open bedroom door."
She blushed and looked down at the ground. I hate it when he's right. She thought to herself.
The rest of the trip was silent. Soon they landed in the middle of a vast desert. As the sun beat down
on her Bulma longed to be back up in the coolness of the sky, but she didn't dare fly with Piccolo
and Gohan here. Instead she made sure to keep her ki as low as possible and ran after Vegeta across
the burning sands.
"Hey you guys!" Goku called cheerfully. An exhausted Gohan peered up from his resting place on a
rock and was surprised to see Vegeta AND Bulma coming their way.
"Bulma! Vegeta! Hi! Is something wrong?" He asked looking concerned.
"No Gohan, nothing's wrong. I've just always wanted to watch real masters train." Bulma said
smiling.
She looked up at Goku, who was floating in the air with piccolo to her left.
"If I were strong enough I'd like to fight with one as well."
Goku grinned and nodded slightly. "Maybe you'll get your wish."
Piccolo watched the exchange with some fascination. He had a feeling there was something going on
between the two at the moment, but he couldn't put his finger on it. And what was different about
Bulma? Frowning, he called down to Gohan.
"Gohan, come on. We'll continue this elsewhere. I think your father wants to be alone with these
two."
"Hai hai!" Gohan chirped and flew after his mentor.
"Good, they're gone. Now we can begin! But Goku, you haven't…told anyone have you?" Bulma
asked nervously.
"Who me? Nah. I figured you wanted it to be a secret so I just kept it to myself. But Bulma, you are
going to fight the androids with us aren't you? It would be a shame if you didn't; you've got a lot of
power in that body!"
"Well of course I'm going to fight! I'd be nuts if I didn't. I didn't go through eight months of
training just to turn back again."
He grinned. "Good for you! So, you wanted to spar with me did you? Well, let's see what you've
got."
He landed on the ground and took on a fighting stance. She did the same and stared intensly at him,
sizing him up.
He could lick me if he wanted to, she decided to herself. But if I know Goku he's going to hold back
because I'm his friend. She glanced back at Vegeta, who was watching them on the rock Gohan had
just occupied a few minutes earlier. Of course, I did promise to go all out on him.
In the few seconds it took Bulma to think that last sentence, Goku struck. Before she knew what was
going on she was sailing across the battlefield, landing roughly in the sand.
She jumped up and blocked as Goku was upon her once her once again, and the two engaged in a
fist fight. At one point she tried a nifty maneuver she'd picked up from Vegeta and tried to fake him
out, but only suceeded in her wrist getting grabbed enabling him to flip her over his shoulder.
She scowled at him and tried again, with pretty much the same result only this time Goku threw in a
spin kick for good measure.
"Oof!" She yelped as she hit the dirt, the air knocked out of her. Goku landed next to her and
kneeled down, a look of concern on his face.
"You alright Bulma-chan? I didn't mean to hit you so hard…gomen."
Bulma smirked and grabbed onto Goku's throat. He jumped up in surprise, pulling her with him.
Using the momentum of his sudden movement to propel her, she flipped into a handstand position
and falling forward slammed her feet into his back. As he started to go forward she released his neck
and his body cut through the sand and landed a few feet away.
He got up and dusted himself off. Narrowing his eyebrows slightly her smirked right back at her.
"So, that's the way you want to be huh? Well, if we're going to get serious about it then…"
He dissapeared and phased in next to her. Raising his fists he clocked her on the side of the head, not
hard enough to knock her out, but just enough to leave her very dizzy.
"Damn you!" She hissed and stumbled toward him, the world around her spinning.
He waved his finger at her in a come hither expression, and growling she ran toward him…and once
again was knocked back.
"What's wrong with me? Am I a glutton for punishment or what?"
This continued for a few hours, with Bulma occasionally gaining the upper hand, but for the most
part Goku was kicking her ass.
Finally she collapsed with exhaustion, the last of her power drained. Goku frowned and floated
supported her body, gently wiping away some blood from a cut on her face.
"Bulma-san, you alright?"
"Hm? Yes, I'm fine Goku. I just…have to…rest."
Her head tilted to the side as she passed out.
"Oi! Bulma-san!"
Vegeta hopped from his spot on the rock and leaned down next to her. Scowling, he scooped her up
and looked at his rival.
"I'm going to take her home. She needs rest."
"K. When she wakes up tell her I said nice match; I can tell she's a great fighter, and with some
more practice I'm sure she'll be as good as any of us."
Vegeta blinked and nodding slightly flew away.
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"Ow."
Bulma groggily opened her eyes and stared around. The sun was still up, so it must be around one a
clock or so.
"How did I get back home? Where's Vegeta? Probably back there with Goku…I bet he was going
to leave me out there, the jerk."
"Actually, I was the one who carried your sorry ass back here." A voice said from the doorway.
Lifting her head Bulma saw him approaching her holding a glass of lemonade.
She accepted it gratefully and took a sip, but stopped when she saw Vegeta eyeing her in an odd
way.
"Vegeta, what did you do this?"
"I spit in it."
She instantly sprayed the bed with lemonade as she spit it out.
He laughed. "Relax, I didn't do anything to it. I may be a jerk, but I'm not juvenile."
"You'd better not have done anything, otherwise I'll hunt you down."
"Yeah right. I'm soooo scared."
"Well you better be! You saw how I did with Goku."
"I saw you attacking him and a few seconds later you got knocked to the ground."
"Only sometimes! The rest of the time I did really good!"
"Ha! If you say so. Anyway, your father put some clothes out for you. They're on the chair."
She looked down at her raggedy gi and realized how revealing certain tears in the shirt and pants
were. Blushing, she pulled the covers up to her collarbone.
"Relax, I'm not a hentai. Besides why would I want to see your ugly self naked?"
"I'm not ugly! I'm a beautiful young woman! You WISH you could get with someone as sexy as
me!"
"Whatever woman. Anyway, I've seen your taste in men. I wouldn't want to be caught dead with
someone who dates a loser like your last boyfriend."
"Yamcha was a great guy! Sure things got a bit rocky, but we pulled through right to the end! At
least I've been in a relationship that lasted longer than a one night stand."
He snorted. "Please. I've had relationships before, but it's really none of your business. And you
think Yamcha was so great? Give me a break; Kakkarot has more sex appeal than that idiot."
"And I suppose you think you're sexy right?"
"Don't you? After that dream I'd think you would."
Bulma's face flushed. "For god sakes, forget the dream already! I'm sure if I did a bit of searching
I'd find some naughty things about me in that head of yours!"
"Ha! The only people who dream about you are sex deprived nerds like those people you hang out
with at work!"
There was silence for a moment. Then Bulma spoke again.
"What were we arguing over?"
Vegeta shrugged. "I forgot."
They were both quiet again, before Bulma swung her legs out of bed.
"I'm going to change, so don't watch! Go off and eat or train or whatever you do in your spare
time."
"Fine." He left the room closing the door behind him.
"Annoying bitch. Just give me ten minutes alone with her and I'd…I'd…do x rated things with her.
Damn!"
Cursing his one-track mind he went to the kitchen to get a snack..
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"Bulma."
"And can you believe it Chi-Chi? He had the nerve to call me ugly! I'm the sexiest person I know!
Well, except for kuririn's girlfriend maybe, but she doesn't count…"
"Bulma."
"So then I was like, ugly? You want me and you know it! I swear, he's such a bastard…"
"Bulma."
"And then I said…"
"Bulma!"
"What?!"
"You're so hung up on the guy it's not even funny. Why not do us all a favor, nail him and get it
over with!"
"Chi-Chi!"
"Well it's true! I mean god, it's obvious in your voice, the way you talk about him, how you act
around him. You have it bad girl."
"Chi-Chi, I do not 'have it bad'. For Vegeta. He is an asshole, and I can't think of any logical reason
anyone in their right mind would have to sleep with him. If it were in my power I'd go through the
phone line and beat the idea out of your head right now."
She giggled. "If you say so Bulma-chan. Of course if you DO sleep with him…then I want every
juicy detail. Even better, video tape it and mail it to me. I'll sell it to playboy and make a mint!"
"CHI-CHI!"
"Hey, a girl's gotta make a living! And I don't see any other way I'm getting that kitchen aide mixer
I've been eyeing…"
"Good bye Chi-Chi-chan!" Bulma shouted and slammed the phone down on the receiver.
"I'm surrounded by idiots and perverts!" She screamed and tugged at her hair in frustration.
"Honey, is something wrong? You seem upset. Did you and Chi-Chi have a fight?"
"No mom, not really. It's just a little tiff that's all…arg! I've been so frustrated lately. I can't figure
out why!'
"Well honey, if you're feeling a bit bored, I know a nice young man who's had his eye on you for a
while…"
"FOR GOD SAKES, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?"
Dr. Briefs appeared in the doorway, followed by Vegeta on his way to the gravitron. Both stopped to
watch the scene that was unfolding before them.
"WHAT IS THIS SICK FASCINATION WITH ME AND GETTING A BOYFRIEND AND
GETTING LAID? I DON'T WANT TO DATE ANYBODY! NOT YAMCHA, NOT ANY OF
MOM'S FRIENDS! AND DEFINITELY NOT VEGETA!" She pointed angrily at the saiyan
prince, who looked slightly taken aback.
"IT'S MY LIFE PEOPLE, SO LEAVE IT ALONE! I'LL DECIDE WHO I'M GOING TO
DATE, SO GET OFF THE DAMN SUBJECT ALREADY! ARRG!" And with that she ran out of
the room, shoving past her father and Vegeta in the process.
After a moment, Mrs. Briefs spoke.
"Poor girl…she's so stubborn. Why can't she see that she loves him?"
Dr. Briefs patted his wife's shoulder. "I'm sure she knows.; But when the times right she'll accept
it."
"She'll accept what? What are you people talking about? She loves who?"
They both turned to look at Vegeta. Mrs. Briefs giggled and waved a hand. "Oh nothing dearie.
Bulma's just had her eye on a certain young man for quite some time; the only thing is
she…she…oh, I can't say, it would give it all away!" Squealing she dashed outside to do some
watering, and sighing Dr. Briefs returned to is lab.
"She…loves somebody? But who?" Vegeta didn't want to admit it, but he was hurt. He stared down
at the floor for a second and finally went upstairs to his room to watch some T.V.
