Title: Unbroken

Author: Trunks_Girl

Chapter: 2, Training

Rating: PG

Author's notes: A few people asked why no-one realized Bulma had a tail before – that's because she didn't. For *some* reason she's getting one! Anyway, on to chapter two.

Chiba: So this is your last chance to run!

TG: I'm gonna hurt you one day Chiba, I really am!

Disclaimer: I claim no rights to Dragon Ball Z. I am writing this for non-profit so please don't sue me.

Just as Bulma went to jump into her father's arms, King Vegeta grabbed her by her newfound tail and pulled her off the ground. "Where did you get this brat?" he bellowed.

Bulma howled in pain from the feeling of her tail being yanked. "Owww! Lemme go! Lemme go! I don't know! I felt an itching about ten minutes ago but I didn't think much of it cause I thought it was my fluffy sleeping bag! Now lemme go you ugly jerk before I… I… grr…" Bulma's face suddenly twisted into a furious scowl. King Vegeta almost let her go in surprise.

"What the?"

"I said… LET ME GO OR I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ROYAL ARSE DOWN SNAKE WAY THEN BACK AGAIN!!" she barked. This time King Vegeta did drop her. "Owch! Geez. Sorry King Vegeta but I don't know what came over me. I just became so mad I wanted to rip your throat out. I could see each drop of blood … running though … your neck. Kami-sama! What's happening to me?" Bulma crouched down on the floor. "Why am I doing this? I feel so bloodthirsty!"

"This is why we want to take you with us. For some reason, you have become part Saiyan, but not just part, from what we've gathered, you'll become a full Saiyan, but at the same time, you're still a full human. It's really hard to explain. That is why when we crossed the DNA strands we got yours," King Vegeta explained.

"Crossed DNA?" Bulma asked.

"Um, never mind. You had better get you things from Earth, say goodbye to everyone and we'll get going,"

"K," Bulma said and ran after her father.

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"Bye bye Daddy, bye bye Mama. See you in seven years, if not sooner," Bulma hugged her mother and father.
"Bye bye Bulma. We'll miss you," her mother cried.

"Bye bye Princess. You train hard okay? And don't loose your smarts," her father said smiling.

"Yes Daddy," Bulma hadn't realized till now, she's be fourteen the next time her parents saw her. She'd be eight before she even got to Planet Vegeta. A tear trickled down her cheek. "I'll be back, I promise," And she turned her back and stepped into the ship. She kept waving even after she could see the whole of her street and then the whole of her suburb and she finally she stopped when she could not even she Earth. King Vegeta came and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on now child, we must begin your training,"

"So soon Vegeta-Tousan?" Bulma complained, still looking out the window.

"What did you call me?" he asked.

"Uh, sorry, I just," she said quickly.

"It's all right, I'm not mad," he reasoned gently. Bulma blushed. Vegeta clenched a fist and pulled his head back around the wall. He was never that affectionate with me! He hissed in his mind. Oh well, it's better this way. I'm a stronger fighter! He smiled at that thought. He made himself known by stepping up to the both of them.

"Come on runt," he demanded. "We've got some training to do,"

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Bulma screamed out again. Her throat was almost bleeding from being ripped up from these high-pitched screams. "Vegeta," she fell on all fours, panting. "Please, can't we stop?"

"I should of guessed you'd be as weak," he snorted.

"I didn't know… training would be… so intense!" she gasped between words.

"Of course you didn't. You're a weakling," he laughed.

Bulma's voice became deep and menacing. "Well screw you to you jerk. I'm sorry I'm not even good enough for a target practice, but hey, you just jumped on me like that without even teaching me to fly you SOB!" Then she seemed to click and go back to normal.

"Girl, what happened?" he asked walking closer.

Bulma twitched again. "Get away from me!" she barked, and raised a hand to backhand him across the face, but Vegeta being so fast and all, she missed. "Vegeta, something's wrong. I keep getting madder and madder! I'm like a bomb! I want to go talk to Vegeta-Tousan," she stepped up off the ground, wobbled and walked of.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Vegeta grumbled, shaking his head.

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"Vegeta-Tousan?" Bulma asked crawling up into King Vegeta's lap.

"Hn?"

"What's it like being a Saiyan?"

This question caught him off guard, but he still kept his cool. "Well, first off, you're usually very angry. And we always love to fight. Fighting is good. Usually aren't to good with emotions,"

"Vegeta-Baka just uses me for target practice, he hasn't even taught me to fly yet. Will you train me?" Hope shining in her little blue eyes.

"I can't. I'm to busy… but I have someone who might. Nappa!" A big bald, gruff-looking man walked up to the king and scowled at the little purple haired girl in his lap. Bulma jumped off the king's lap and bowed, but kept her eyes on him. She knew you should never take your eyes off the enemy, even though this guy wasn't her enemy.

"Princess Bulma, heir to the thrown of Planet Earth," she said politely.

"Don't little girls curtsy?" he asked with a puzzled look.

"Shut up baka!" she snapped back, her tail lashing.

The king put his hands on his temples. "I don't need this. Look, Nappa, this sweet little girl needs you to train her,"

"Yes sire," he boomed, bowing. "Lets go runt,"

"Don't call me runt you sorry excuse for a bowling ball!" (referring to his head)

"Why you little,"

"OUT! NOW!"

Bulma's face turned from one of anger to that of a sweet innocent child. "Yes Vegeta-Tousan!" Bulma giggled and bounced out holding the big giant's hand.

"Let gooooooooo!" he pleaded.

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"Okay runt, to fly push your Ki though your feet," Nappa explained.

"Don't call me runt you bowling ball…and what's a Ki? Vegeta never told me,"

"Oh. My. Lord," Nappa said. "Please tell me your kidding!!"

"A Ki? Does it open doors?" Bulma asked. Nappa nearly fell over. (A/N: I know it's said CHI but let's pretend this Nappa has an accent so it sound's like KEY, it's much funnier this way)

"We have more than allot of work to do,"

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Vegeta heard the sharp buzz and new it was time for dinner. He hurriedly got out of the training room and flew to the dining area. King Vegeta was sitting at the end looking worried. "Ah, son. How was your training?"

"Hmm," was Vegeta's reply.

"Um… son? Have you seen Bulma?"

"You mean that scrawny little runt? Yup, I saw her. She was in the GR. Nappa tried to get her out so she blasted him. Pretty good shot too, knocked him clean out of the room… and the next room… and the two rooms after that,"

"Does she know it's time to eat?" he looked over at Vegeta.

"What do I look like father? Her god-damn keeper? You assigned that to Nappa and he's in a rejuvenation take right now!" he yelled.

"Bulma. Put Nappa. One of our elites, into a rejuvenation tank?" King Vegeta yelped, shocked.

"I know. Freaky stuff hey?"

"Very, I mean, Bulma only learnt how to use her Ki today!!" King Vegeta exclaimed. "Look, go get her would you?"

"I'm eating father!" Vegeta growled.

"Get. Her. Now!"

"Y-yes father," and he bolted from the room.

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Vegeta banged on the door. "Open up girl!" Vegeta shouted at the seven year old inside.

"Make me!"

"Fine!" Vegeta blasted in the door and stepped into the room, instantly being pulled down by the gravity. "Wholy shit girl, what setting is this at?"

"600 times Planet Earth's normal gravity," she said coolly.

"Geez girl, get it off before you kill yourself!"

"You can't make me… DO ANYTHING!" and blasted him out the door. Vegeta looked up and shook his head.

"That… isn't normal."

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Bulma fit the last part of her new invention. It was matter-transporter. So far it was only making things as big as apples move, but with work she might be able to make huge things move, even alive things (like her for instance) long distances (such as back to earth). It was actually started so she could go home to see her parents at will. She looked at the clock. "Damn! Crap! Shit! Fuck and oh no!" she swore. "I gotta get back to my training. I'm almost three minutes late! Tomata! Put my things away!": she yelled as she ran from the science wing to her GR.

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King Vegeta stood at the entrance of Bulma's training room. Two short years had past and Bulma was become very aggressive and overly diligent to her training. He watched the clock. "In five…four…three…two…one…" and Bulma stepped out of the training room. Her schedule allowing no time for any set backs. Up at five thirty for a fifteen minute breakfast. Five forty-five and stretched before she got in the training area at six. At ten she went to the science wing for one hour. At eleven am she went back and then at one got out and had lunch, went back and didn't come out until eleven pm. It was once in a blue moon he didn't see her in the room, and when she was out, no-one could find her  - anywhere!

Bulma saw the king and bowed politely. "Sorry sire," she explained, "but I have no time at all for chat. I've got lunch then I must get back,"

The king shook his head. "Not a chance Princess Bulma. We are having a ball and for the last two years you have gotten out of them. Since you are Saiyan, you obey my laws, and by order of law you must come," he joked.

Bulma shook her finger at him. "I know well as you do your highness, that I am also a full blooded human, I can overrule your ruling,"

"But you are still a full blooded Saiyan,"

Bulma powered up. "I AM NOT GOING!!" she yelled aggressively.

Vegeta walked into the room, powered up to his max. "Father said you must attended as my dance partner. And let me tell you girl, if you embarrass me in front of all those people, your gonna need to be a Super Saiyan to stop me for killing you!" Bulma nodded, knowing full well he meant it. She was the third most powerful Saiyan known. King Vegeta, Vegeta and then her. Some elites thought they were stronger than this little nine-year-old brat… she showed them. She smirked remembering some of the times, but Vegeta thought she was smirking at him. "You wanna try me girl?" he growled angrily.

"Hmm? Me? No. I'll go. But if you expect me to wear a dress Vegeta you got another thing coming!"

"But we picked out a really pretty one Princess Bulma," King Vegeta said nicely.

"May I see it?!" Bulma's eyes lit up.

"HUH?!! Well, yeah sure!" King Vegeta was shocked that she would want to wear a dress. She was never caught in anything other than her spandex outfits. King Vegeta had one of the servants bring the dress in, and then he held it to his left so she could see what it looked like, without him in the way. It was red and long, so it would come down past her feet. There were spaghetti straps that wrapped over the shoulders then down the arms and a sweet V-Neck trimmed with gold.

"Was it expensive?" Bulma asked.

"For the royalty? No,"

"Good!" Bulma glared at the dress then blasted it, pieces of red martial flying everywhere. "I'm going to train. I will wear my Saiyan dress armour, nothing more," and she turned on her heal and slammed the training room door shut.

The servant who had been holding it looked blankly and the coat-hanger that still had a few scraps of red on it and King Vegeta banged on the training room door.

"Princess Bulma! Are you going to eat lunch?"

"NO!" was her angry reply. "You cost me too much time! No point!" and then he heard the clanking of weights and occasionally her swearing about 'No good weights that can't even hold the god-damned gravity'. King Vegeta shook his head sadly. "Boy, this is awful. Her human side is full of pride and trying to out do what is already un-do-able and her Saiyan half is feeding on it, helping her awful habits. Damn, I want to know she became Saiyan in the first place!!" And he stormed out of the room.

Vegeta looked at the ground angrily. "Stupid father! Cares to much about the human brat. She's a Saiyan now, she can take care of herself,"