Disclaimer.
Although Dragon Ball Z characters, as well as the animation, or the author's rights or anything that has to do with it DO NOT belong to me, and belong to Akira Toriyama – or whoever owns the rights right now ( I really don't get out much, so I wouldn't know) – that never stopped me from watching it on daily bases, and wondering what would have happened if certain things would been told, and how, what, where….
I've started writing things, not a long time ago – and I haven't had time to work on it recently. So forgive me some rough spots. This is just a fan fiction – I'm not claming any originality on any characters, and on any ideas that already existed in DBZ prior to me writing things. I have added some new thoughts into my plot – such as… well you will see as you read it. Those are my ideas – I've developed them on my own, without anyone's help.
If you read it and find something that might be similar to something you wanted to do not so long ago, please don't tell me that I stole your idea. I've been working on the plot for almost over a year – ever since I've started watching DBZ. You know what they say, "great minds think alike". Again, by reading this, you have understood and agreed to this disclaimer, and I will be not responsible for any problems or issues that might arise.
Trunks ( How did it happen?) :P
Chapter One: Break Up.
Bulma tried to stop crying – but the tears rolled down her cheeks by themselves. She thought that once she crossed out Yamcha from her heart – he would be gone for good. And yet, she was sitting alone in her room, crying. The frustration drove her half-insane. She trained so hard, as if it was her last day to live. Her body was beaten, bruised, and broken – yet the pain and torment she felt inside didn't stop. The physical pain didn't take over, and all the bruises, cuts, scrapes vanished as soon as she closed her eyes and saw Yamcha with that other girl. Bulma hid her face in her hands. Being like this drove her mad also – she continued on telling herself that she was a warrior, and warriors don't cry. But it didn't hurt any less. All she wanted to do, is just to be left alone. She bit her lip so hard, that she felt salty taste of blood rushing into her mouth and gasped. Her teeth, almost went right through her flesh. Bulma grabbed a tissue and pressed down on throbbing lip. It didn't hurt – she just didn't want to get blood on her jamies.
Her parents saw the emotional pain she was going through, and only quietly sighed when Bulma continued to refuse to eat or drink, or even come out of her room. Even Vegeta – as stubborn and arrogant and egotistical as he was, noticed that something was wrong. And although he pretended like he didn't care – he heard her strangled cries in the pillow, deep at night when he finally come out of the gravitron, and hung by her window. Sometimes, he sat on the roof, silently – like a guard, waiting for her to just go to sleep. The drapes on the windows were shut, the door was locked and no one knew what was really happening to her inside. She continued to train, coming sometimes at night, and driving herself to the brink of passing out – and with this being a seventh day that she refused to eat – even Vegeta gave one or two worried glances to the shaking walls of her Gravitron.
On Sunday morning, Bulma finally came out of her room, and her mother gasped – Bulma was skin and bones, with dark circles under her eyes, and empty, lifeless eyes starring point blank in front of her, as if there was nothing around.
Bulma, honey – Mrs. Briefs rushed to her as Bulma sat down on the chair.
I'm going to leave for a while, mom – she said – and Mr. Briefs who came out to breakfast, dropped his spoon right on the floor.
Bulma – the genius asked – what do you mean, hon?
I need to get away – Bulma said in a quiet voice – there are too many things for me to deal with right now. I just want to be away. Away from everything, and everyone. Please, mom, dad. I need to go.
Mr. and Mrs. Briefs exchanged looks and sighted. What could they do?
Bulma packed few things – her movements were clear and stiff, as if she was a robot. She made the exact number of them that she needed to, to get the job done – no extra step across the room, no extra time of opening the draws. She got everything she needed, and even some lab equipment. She wanted to get away – to forget about Yamcha, forget about this whole world that was apparently coming apart. On her way out, Bulma blasted the answering machine to little pieces with the same, blank expression on her face. There were 18 messages on it, still blinking, untouched and unheard by another's ear. She knew whom they were from. But he was the last person she wanted to see, hear, or even remember at this time. Accidentally, or not, she bumped into Vegeta, coming out of the door. The Saiyan prince grinned and gave her a glance.
Out of my way, - Bulma motioned at him, as if she was shooing an annoying fly.
Vegeta's grin vanished, as the stubborn Saiyan snarled at her in anger, yet restraining himself not to start anything. There will be plenty of time to kill this pathetic earth woman later. Without even turning around, Bulma jumped up and took off. Vegeta wasn't exactly the person she wanted to be around either.
Chapter Two. Destiny Unravels.
It took her a little while, but she founded it. A lake, hidden deep between two mountains – covered by a thick blanket of the forest leaves – so much that the only way was to find this spot is to crash there. That's how it all happened – before she knew how to fly, Bulma crashed her plane here. It was an accident, and she needed a place to stay for the night, but when she almost landed, a motor gave out and she crashed. Good thing the crash wasn't serious, and the branches of the thick, forest growth, broke the fall of her plane. Ever since then, she just came here to be alone. To daydream about her future life with Yamcha – to relax, enjoy, unwind. It was quiet, and solitary – the first house was about a hundred miles to the south. From the air, this ravine looked like just simple forest, and from the land – two majestic mountain peaks blocked off the entry. Unless you knew how to fly, it was really too much trouble coming here. Bulma carefully set her heavy bag on the grass and kicked off her shoes. The soft blades of grass felt under her feet like a fine China silk, as she walked down to the lake itself, loosing her clothing layer by layer. By the time she got to the water, Bulma had only her bra and her underwear left on her. She looked around, and scanned the area – there seemed no energy signal that would remind anything even close to a human being – she thought for a second and the under wear with her bra landed on the soft sand. She walked into the warm waters of the lake, and dove in.
Bulma swam for several hours, diving in the water. No, not because she was in a good mood, but because this activity calmed her down. Pretty soon she got tired, and swam towards the shore. She picked up her undies and her bra, and began searching for the bag she dropped somewhere on the ground. A moment - and a tent was set, with several needed things around it. Bulma installed motion sensors and lasers about a 2-meter radius around her tent. Sure, no one really came to this place, but she didn't want to be caught off guard by a hungry bear either. She then, changed into some warm clothing, as the wind began to get cooler and built a fire. Out of her bag, Bulma grabbed a book and snuggled up in her sleeping bag, right by the dancing flames.
She read until it got dark. After she could hardly see the letters and the numbers on the white pages, Bulma decided that she was hungry and made herself some dinner. She hasn't eaten in so long – but she wasn't hungry. Even though the food looked absolutely delicious – it felt like her taste buds gone numb all of the sudden. The food tasted like nothing… a blob of air. She finished it, never the less, and cleaned out her plate. She dropped left over far away from the tent, and stretching and yawning walked back, turning the lasers and the motion sensors on along the way. Doing so, she turned off the fluorescent light in her tent, crawled into it, zipped the entry and quickly fell into a deep and undisturbed sleep.
She awoke again, early in the morning, even before the sun had a chance to do so. Bulma stuck her pretty head out, and looked around. Everything seemed to be peaceful and undisturbed, just like it was last night before she went to bed. She waited for the second, evaluating the temperature of the air. Finally, she decided it was the perfect temperature to go swimming, and with a loud yell she jumped out of the tent, and ran towards the water, again, throwing her clothes somewhere on the way to the murky warm waters. Air, kissed her naked skin with its cold lips and Bulma shivered. She took a large breath and dove into the water, that felt much warmer the surrounding air was. She dove deep into the lake and opened her eyes.
When she came up finally, something felt really strange. Bulma didn't realize what it was at first, but as her eyes focused on the shore some distance away – she realized a dark figure standing right by the edge of the water and sand. Intuitively she ducked into the water, covering her chest.
"Darn it" – she thought – "but who is this? I know for sure no one comes here!" – she growled deep in her throat and came closer to the shore. For several moments her and the stranger stared at each other from the safe distance. Bulma was thinking of forgetting her natural overwhelming modesty and run over to the shore to grab her clothes. Whoever that is, they will probably not even notice her, since she could run faster then an average human. Much faster. Bulma took a deep breath, and as she prepared to take off, the stranger took a step in the rays of upcoming sun, and instead of forging forward Bulma almost leaped back.
Vegeta…. – she gasped and her voice went choarse.
The Saiyan stood there, grinning in a way she hasn't seen him grin before. Their eyes interlocked, and as the reality slowly sank in, Bulma grasped her chest even tighter.
You wouldn't DARE !!!!! - she yelled in a weak attempt to overpower the lust in his eyes by the level of her voice. – Don't you dare come any closer to me, you brainless monkey!!!! – she screamed as she began to feel the anger rising in the pit of her
stomach, up to her heart. But she was… well …naked. She blushed and got even further away from the shore. But the Prince this time had an advantage. She was naked. He wasn't. She was shy. He didn't care. In fact he wanted this. She was fast, but he was faster. If she tried to break for it, he might catch her. No, no might, Vegeta will catch her – and good god knows what will happen then. Bulma growled she hated being so helpless. She struggled for a second to forbid the blinding anger to overcome her, but the rage was so powerful she started to glow with energy.
Vegeta grinned even wider. He picked up her clothes she left on the shore and grinned. He didn't come here for this… but finding her in this situation gave him a great joy. It reminded him, that no matter how much power she put out – she was still flesh and bone earth woman. Beautiful… Vegeta growled deep in his chest. Of course he wasn't attracted to her in any way – he was just… lonely. In a blink of an eye, he blasted it with a ki attack, as horrified Bulma watched the ashes fall on the sand. This time, fear sank into her heart, as she wasn't really sure what he was here to do to her. She got ready to fight, but even before she did something stupid, an idea came to her. It would require sacrificing some modesty, but heck with that. It wasn't her major concern. Bulma curled her feet to her stomach, and with all the strength she could possibly pull off leaped out of the water straight in the air. She stuck there, for a second, but even that second was enough for Vegeta to catch a glimpse of her.
SOLAR FLAREEEEEEEEEEEEEE – Bulma yelled releasing blinding light. Her
Trickery, her ace caught Vegeta off guard. No one knew that Bulma once learned that technique from Tien. The Saiyan grasped his eyes, but it was already too late, the enormous shining energy blinded him. Vegeta grabbed his face and bent in pain, and as he was immobilized for a few seconds, these few seconds were all she needed. She wanted to get her clothes, she wanted to get out of here as fast and as far away as possible, but his lustful grin shone like a picture before her eyes. No one does that to her. NO ONE.
She attacked. While he was immobilized, Bulma attacked him with all the strength she had in her body. She kicked him in the jaw, and landed an uppercut right in the middle of the Saiyan's stomach. Vegeta growled in pain and anger, and tried catching her – but unfortunately for him just these hits made him so insanely mad that he wasn't even able to listen to her ki. That was all Bulma really needed. She attacked him again and again and again, until he stumbled to the ground, and then she ran for her tent.
Clothes was on top, in the bag, as if she knew this was going to happen. She got dressed in a neck of time, grabbed her bag and almost made a break for it. Almost. An iron hand grabbed her wrist and spent her spiraling through the tree trunks. When the movement had stopped, and her head stopped from buzzing, Bulma sprang to her feet. Her eyes burned with hate, she threw the bag she was still holding in her hands away, and growled, as their eyes clashed. She whipped off the blood from her lip and grinned. Of course she brought this onto herself. What was she thinking, attacking Vegeta head on like that? He might have been a pain in the ass, but never the less Vegeta was not a powerhouse to be ignored. Saiyan was fuming mad, not to mention that at some places her hits managed to draw blood – Bulma gulped. She embraced herself. The bed was made, all was left now is to sleep in it.
Vegeta spat on the ground and grinned. He was looking for a fight – all of this was making him mad. Everything that revolved around that woman, the being so low that didn't even deserve a smirk from him. And yet, every time she cried – he threw harder punches in the gravitron, and although he refused to admit it, sometimes he wished he could pick a fight with that coward and beat him to the ground. Something she probably wouldn't approve. But who cared about what she agrees or disagrees with? He looked deep into her eyes – they shone like lightning in deep space – when it looked almost blue it was so furious and so powerful. Her… and that coward? Are all Earth women that stupid? He snarled at her, clenching his fists. He would kill that boyfriend of hers just to make her suffer. But even if Yamcha was cowardly, he sure wasn't stupid. Somewhere he was mad at himself, more then at anyone else. He didn't come here to indulge himself with this low life earth woman! She probably couldn't even handle a prince, more or less a Saiyan Prince. All she could handle and deserve was that scarred bastard!!! Vegeta felt his ki rising so fast and so furiously, it felt as if his blood was set on fire. His right eye began to twitch. THIS WAS NOT WHAT HE CAME HERE FOR!!! What did he come here for? To kill her, that's what. She's been invading his life, and his privacy, his training and his concentration. She's been robbing him off his chance to beat Kakorot. A crime so unforgivable, she deserved to die for it. Besides, the damn machine broke and as he powered up – he grinned. He was going to teach that woman a lesson or two. Even if it did involved hurting, or possibly killing her.
Bulma stood there, feeling his anger rise, and his ki growing strong. She couldn't help herself, but notice how much he has changed. He was no longer a quiet self-absorbed sweaty twirp – now he was a delirious tyrant, who is bent on beating the crap out of her best friend. WELL, only over HER dead body. She cracked her neck, and got into a fighting stance. That's probably what will happen, anyway, she guessed as she gazed deep into Vegeta's eyes full of hate and deep embedded urge to kill. But she wasn't going go out without a fight! Bulma pushed her power and growled deep in her throat. She was going to hurt him for being such a jerk, or die trying. She waited for him to power up enough – so what if she knew she was no match for the infuriated Saiyan at this state? That didn't bother her much. She was going to make him sorry, or die trying. It didn't matter that he was the Prince of the likes of Goku, a guy who would not be beaten no matter what. Sure, Vegeta might have not been Goku – but Vegeta was a Saiyan. And she was an earthling. Bulma clenched her fists even harder, so hard, that her knuckles went numb. She felt every muscle in her body tensioning up, getting ready to attack, but as she looked upon Vegeta he seemed to be enjoying himself. Only intensified glow surrounding saiyan's body told her that even with all his cockiness he wasn't going to take her easy.
Bulma thrust forward, putting all the strength of her entire body in this first punch, but even before her fist reached the target, she went limp. Her knees bent, and she fell on the ground face first. Vegeta's eyebrows climbed up – as he watched her lifelessly sink to the ground. He knew this was going to happen – she was pulling way too much energy for all those exhausted nights of training. Her body wasn't going to handle that power boost, and cope with it the only way it could. Shut down.
Although Dragon Ball Z characters, as well as the animation, or the author's rights or anything that has to do with it DO NOT belong to me, and belong to Akira Toriyama – or whoever owns the rights right now ( I really don't get out much, so I wouldn't know) – that never stopped me from watching it on daily bases, and wondering what would have happened if certain things would been told, and how, what, where….
I've started writing things, not a long time ago – and I haven't had time to work on it recently. So forgive me some rough spots. This is just a fan fiction – I'm not claming any originality on any characters, and on any ideas that already existed in DBZ prior to me writing things. I have added some new thoughts into my plot – such as… well you will see as you read it. Those are my ideas – I've developed them on my own, without anyone's help.
If you read it and find something that might be similar to something you wanted to do not so long ago, please don't tell me that I stole your idea. I've been working on the plot for almost over a year – ever since I've started watching DBZ. You know what they say, "great minds think alike". Again, by reading this, you have understood and agreed to this disclaimer, and I will be not responsible for any problems or issues that might arise.
Trunks ( How did it happen?) :P
Chapter One: Break Up.
Bulma tried to stop crying – but the tears rolled down her cheeks by themselves. She thought that once she crossed out Yamcha from her heart – he would be gone for good. And yet, she was sitting alone in her room, crying. The frustration drove her half-insane. She trained so hard, as if it was her last day to live. Her body was beaten, bruised, and broken – yet the pain and torment she felt inside didn't stop. The physical pain didn't take over, and all the bruises, cuts, scrapes vanished as soon as she closed her eyes and saw Yamcha with that other girl. Bulma hid her face in her hands. Being like this drove her mad also – she continued on telling herself that she was a warrior, and warriors don't cry. But it didn't hurt any less. All she wanted to do, is just to be left alone. She bit her lip so hard, that she felt salty taste of blood rushing into her mouth and gasped. Her teeth, almost went right through her flesh. Bulma grabbed a tissue and pressed down on throbbing lip. It didn't hurt – she just didn't want to get blood on her jamies.
Her parents saw the emotional pain she was going through, and only quietly sighed when Bulma continued to refuse to eat or drink, or even come out of her room. Even Vegeta – as stubborn and arrogant and egotistical as he was, noticed that something was wrong. And although he pretended like he didn't care – he heard her strangled cries in the pillow, deep at night when he finally come out of the gravitron, and hung by her window. Sometimes, he sat on the roof, silently – like a guard, waiting for her to just go to sleep. The drapes on the windows were shut, the door was locked and no one knew what was really happening to her inside. She continued to train, coming sometimes at night, and driving herself to the brink of passing out – and with this being a seventh day that she refused to eat – even Vegeta gave one or two worried glances to the shaking walls of her Gravitron.
On Sunday morning, Bulma finally came out of her room, and her mother gasped – Bulma was skin and bones, with dark circles under her eyes, and empty, lifeless eyes starring point blank in front of her, as if there was nothing around.
Bulma, honey – Mrs. Briefs rushed to her as Bulma sat down on the chair.
I'm going to leave for a while, mom – she said – and Mr. Briefs who came out to breakfast, dropped his spoon right on the floor.
Bulma – the genius asked – what do you mean, hon?
I need to get away – Bulma said in a quiet voice – there are too many things for me to deal with right now. I just want to be away. Away from everything, and everyone. Please, mom, dad. I need to go.
Mr. and Mrs. Briefs exchanged looks and sighted. What could they do?
Bulma packed few things – her movements were clear and stiff, as if she was a robot. She made the exact number of them that she needed to, to get the job done – no extra step across the room, no extra time of opening the draws. She got everything she needed, and even some lab equipment. She wanted to get away – to forget about Yamcha, forget about this whole world that was apparently coming apart. On her way out, Bulma blasted the answering machine to little pieces with the same, blank expression on her face. There were 18 messages on it, still blinking, untouched and unheard by another's ear. She knew whom they were from. But he was the last person she wanted to see, hear, or even remember at this time. Accidentally, or not, she bumped into Vegeta, coming out of the door. The Saiyan prince grinned and gave her a glance.
Out of my way, - Bulma motioned at him, as if she was shooing an annoying fly.
Vegeta's grin vanished, as the stubborn Saiyan snarled at her in anger, yet restraining himself not to start anything. There will be plenty of time to kill this pathetic earth woman later. Without even turning around, Bulma jumped up and took off. Vegeta wasn't exactly the person she wanted to be around either.
Chapter Two. Destiny Unravels.
It took her a little while, but she founded it. A lake, hidden deep between two mountains – covered by a thick blanket of the forest leaves – so much that the only way was to find this spot is to crash there. That's how it all happened – before she knew how to fly, Bulma crashed her plane here. It was an accident, and she needed a place to stay for the night, but when she almost landed, a motor gave out and she crashed. Good thing the crash wasn't serious, and the branches of the thick, forest growth, broke the fall of her plane. Ever since then, she just came here to be alone. To daydream about her future life with Yamcha – to relax, enjoy, unwind. It was quiet, and solitary – the first house was about a hundred miles to the south. From the air, this ravine looked like just simple forest, and from the land – two majestic mountain peaks blocked off the entry. Unless you knew how to fly, it was really too much trouble coming here. Bulma carefully set her heavy bag on the grass and kicked off her shoes. The soft blades of grass felt under her feet like a fine China silk, as she walked down to the lake itself, loosing her clothing layer by layer. By the time she got to the water, Bulma had only her bra and her underwear left on her. She looked around, and scanned the area – there seemed no energy signal that would remind anything even close to a human being – she thought for a second and the under wear with her bra landed on the soft sand. She walked into the warm waters of the lake, and dove in.
Bulma swam for several hours, diving in the water. No, not because she was in a good mood, but because this activity calmed her down. Pretty soon she got tired, and swam towards the shore. She picked up her undies and her bra, and began searching for the bag she dropped somewhere on the ground. A moment - and a tent was set, with several needed things around it. Bulma installed motion sensors and lasers about a 2-meter radius around her tent. Sure, no one really came to this place, but she didn't want to be caught off guard by a hungry bear either. She then, changed into some warm clothing, as the wind began to get cooler and built a fire. Out of her bag, Bulma grabbed a book and snuggled up in her sleeping bag, right by the dancing flames.
She read until it got dark. After she could hardly see the letters and the numbers on the white pages, Bulma decided that she was hungry and made herself some dinner. She hasn't eaten in so long – but she wasn't hungry. Even though the food looked absolutely delicious – it felt like her taste buds gone numb all of the sudden. The food tasted like nothing… a blob of air. She finished it, never the less, and cleaned out her plate. She dropped left over far away from the tent, and stretching and yawning walked back, turning the lasers and the motion sensors on along the way. Doing so, she turned off the fluorescent light in her tent, crawled into it, zipped the entry and quickly fell into a deep and undisturbed sleep.
She awoke again, early in the morning, even before the sun had a chance to do so. Bulma stuck her pretty head out, and looked around. Everything seemed to be peaceful and undisturbed, just like it was last night before she went to bed. She waited for the second, evaluating the temperature of the air. Finally, she decided it was the perfect temperature to go swimming, and with a loud yell she jumped out of the tent, and ran towards the water, again, throwing her clothes somewhere on the way to the murky warm waters. Air, kissed her naked skin with its cold lips and Bulma shivered. She took a large breath and dove into the water, that felt much warmer the surrounding air was. She dove deep into the lake and opened her eyes.
When she came up finally, something felt really strange. Bulma didn't realize what it was at first, but as her eyes focused on the shore some distance away – she realized a dark figure standing right by the edge of the water and sand. Intuitively she ducked into the water, covering her chest.
"Darn it" – she thought – "but who is this? I know for sure no one comes here!" – she growled deep in her throat and came closer to the shore. For several moments her and the stranger stared at each other from the safe distance. Bulma was thinking of forgetting her natural overwhelming modesty and run over to the shore to grab her clothes. Whoever that is, they will probably not even notice her, since she could run faster then an average human. Much faster. Bulma took a deep breath, and as she prepared to take off, the stranger took a step in the rays of upcoming sun, and instead of forging forward Bulma almost leaped back.
Vegeta…. – she gasped and her voice went choarse.
The Saiyan stood there, grinning in a way she hasn't seen him grin before. Their eyes interlocked, and as the reality slowly sank in, Bulma grasped her chest even tighter.
You wouldn't DARE !!!!! - she yelled in a weak attempt to overpower the lust in his eyes by the level of her voice. – Don't you dare come any closer to me, you brainless monkey!!!! – she screamed as she began to feel the anger rising in the pit of her
stomach, up to her heart. But she was… well …naked. She blushed and got even further away from the shore. But the Prince this time had an advantage. She was naked. He wasn't. She was shy. He didn't care. In fact he wanted this. She was fast, but he was faster. If she tried to break for it, he might catch her. No, no might, Vegeta will catch her – and good god knows what will happen then. Bulma growled she hated being so helpless. She struggled for a second to forbid the blinding anger to overcome her, but the rage was so powerful she started to glow with energy.
Vegeta grinned even wider. He picked up her clothes she left on the shore and grinned. He didn't come here for this… but finding her in this situation gave him a great joy. It reminded him, that no matter how much power she put out – she was still flesh and bone earth woman. Beautiful… Vegeta growled deep in his chest. Of course he wasn't attracted to her in any way – he was just… lonely. In a blink of an eye, he blasted it with a ki attack, as horrified Bulma watched the ashes fall on the sand. This time, fear sank into her heart, as she wasn't really sure what he was here to do to her. She got ready to fight, but even before she did something stupid, an idea came to her. It would require sacrificing some modesty, but heck with that. It wasn't her major concern. Bulma curled her feet to her stomach, and with all the strength she could possibly pull off leaped out of the water straight in the air. She stuck there, for a second, but even that second was enough for Vegeta to catch a glimpse of her.
SOLAR FLAREEEEEEEEEEEEEE – Bulma yelled releasing blinding light. Her
Trickery, her ace caught Vegeta off guard. No one knew that Bulma once learned that technique from Tien. The Saiyan grasped his eyes, but it was already too late, the enormous shining energy blinded him. Vegeta grabbed his face and bent in pain, and as he was immobilized for a few seconds, these few seconds were all she needed. She wanted to get her clothes, she wanted to get out of here as fast and as far away as possible, but his lustful grin shone like a picture before her eyes. No one does that to her. NO ONE.
She attacked. While he was immobilized, Bulma attacked him with all the strength she had in her body. She kicked him in the jaw, and landed an uppercut right in the middle of the Saiyan's stomach. Vegeta growled in pain and anger, and tried catching her – but unfortunately for him just these hits made him so insanely mad that he wasn't even able to listen to her ki. That was all Bulma really needed. She attacked him again and again and again, until he stumbled to the ground, and then she ran for her tent.
Clothes was on top, in the bag, as if she knew this was going to happen. She got dressed in a neck of time, grabbed her bag and almost made a break for it. Almost. An iron hand grabbed her wrist and spent her spiraling through the tree trunks. When the movement had stopped, and her head stopped from buzzing, Bulma sprang to her feet. Her eyes burned with hate, she threw the bag she was still holding in her hands away, and growled, as their eyes clashed. She whipped off the blood from her lip and grinned. Of course she brought this onto herself. What was she thinking, attacking Vegeta head on like that? He might have been a pain in the ass, but never the less Vegeta was not a powerhouse to be ignored. Saiyan was fuming mad, not to mention that at some places her hits managed to draw blood – Bulma gulped. She embraced herself. The bed was made, all was left now is to sleep in it.
Vegeta spat on the ground and grinned. He was looking for a fight – all of this was making him mad. Everything that revolved around that woman, the being so low that didn't even deserve a smirk from him. And yet, every time she cried – he threw harder punches in the gravitron, and although he refused to admit it, sometimes he wished he could pick a fight with that coward and beat him to the ground. Something she probably wouldn't approve. But who cared about what she agrees or disagrees with? He looked deep into her eyes – they shone like lightning in deep space – when it looked almost blue it was so furious and so powerful. Her… and that coward? Are all Earth women that stupid? He snarled at her, clenching his fists. He would kill that boyfriend of hers just to make her suffer. But even if Yamcha was cowardly, he sure wasn't stupid. Somewhere he was mad at himself, more then at anyone else. He didn't come here to indulge himself with this low life earth woman! She probably couldn't even handle a prince, more or less a Saiyan Prince. All she could handle and deserve was that scarred bastard!!! Vegeta felt his ki rising so fast and so furiously, it felt as if his blood was set on fire. His right eye began to twitch. THIS WAS NOT WHAT HE CAME HERE FOR!!! What did he come here for? To kill her, that's what. She's been invading his life, and his privacy, his training and his concentration. She's been robbing him off his chance to beat Kakorot. A crime so unforgivable, she deserved to die for it. Besides, the damn machine broke and as he powered up – he grinned. He was going to teach that woman a lesson or two. Even if it did involved hurting, or possibly killing her.
Bulma stood there, feeling his anger rise, and his ki growing strong. She couldn't help herself, but notice how much he has changed. He was no longer a quiet self-absorbed sweaty twirp – now he was a delirious tyrant, who is bent on beating the crap out of her best friend. WELL, only over HER dead body. She cracked her neck, and got into a fighting stance. That's probably what will happen, anyway, she guessed as she gazed deep into Vegeta's eyes full of hate and deep embedded urge to kill. But she wasn't going go out without a fight! Bulma pushed her power and growled deep in her throat. She was going to hurt him for being such a jerk, or die trying. She waited for him to power up enough – so what if she knew she was no match for the infuriated Saiyan at this state? That didn't bother her much. She was going to make him sorry, or die trying. It didn't matter that he was the Prince of the likes of Goku, a guy who would not be beaten no matter what. Sure, Vegeta might have not been Goku – but Vegeta was a Saiyan. And she was an earthling. Bulma clenched her fists even harder, so hard, that her knuckles went numb. She felt every muscle in her body tensioning up, getting ready to attack, but as she looked upon Vegeta he seemed to be enjoying himself. Only intensified glow surrounding saiyan's body told her that even with all his cockiness he wasn't going to take her easy.
Bulma thrust forward, putting all the strength of her entire body in this first punch, but even before her fist reached the target, she went limp. Her knees bent, and she fell on the ground face first. Vegeta's eyebrows climbed up – as he watched her lifelessly sink to the ground. He knew this was going to happen – she was pulling way too much energy for all those exhausted nights of training. Her body wasn't going to handle that power boost, and cope with it the only way it could. Shut down.