Unbroken Chapter 3: The Ball, a dragon ball z fanfic

Title: Unbroken

Author: Trunks_Girl

Chapter: 3, Fuck the Ball

Rating: PG

Author's notes: Bulma really hates leaving her training, so now that she has to go, she's gonna mess with anything that gets in her way… and anything that isn't. Oh, and in case I confused anyone, I jumped ahead two years in the last chapter. There are some flashbacks later on about what happened in the ship.

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

Vegeta blasted in the door, yanked Bulma out of the room and threw her into her room. "What the hell do you think you are doing?!"

"Nothing wrong that's for sure!" Bulma spat back.

"You little wrench! The ball is starting in an hour!! You have a shower, eat and get dressed!"

"Fine, fine," she said coolly, and walked off.

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Bulma stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. She scowled at her reflection. "Idiots! They want to be powerful and here they are throwing goddamn balls! ARRG!" she screamed and blasted the mirror. Satisfied she walked into her room and then into her walk-in cupboard. She pulled out her dress amour, consisting of blue spandex, a gold chest plate, white gloves, knee-high, white boots with gold tips and a red cape held on with the Saiyan crest fastening it to her shoulders. She plaited two strands of purple hair and pulled them back so it formed a sort of crown around her head. "Done," she said proudly. She felt out of place in such an elaborate outfit, like she was too short and the long cape seemed even longer. There was knock on her door and ripped it open. "WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW VEGETA-BAKA?!" she screamed… oh, hello Collie. How are ya?"

"Princess Bulma," Collie said slightly shaken up, "The king asked you to wear this because it's a formal ball and other world will be there. You are representing Planet Earth and you are royalty. So," she held out the tiny tiara on a red pillow, "you have to wear this,"

"Sure, whatever," Bulma picked up the child-sized crown and sat it on her head, her plaits holding it in place. Just as she did that Vegeta walked around the corner.

"Girl, we are meant to be presented in two minutes! Hurry your slow ass up!"

"Thanks Collie," Bulma said and then switching to her 'Vegeta' mode yelled, "Vegeta-baka! You do not own me, therefore you can tell me to do absolutely jack all, but because I love Vegeta-Tousan I will go," and moved clumsily down the hall, trying to keep her tiara balanced. Vegeta and Collie cringed when they hear the potty-mouthed nine-year-old scream, "YOU PIECE OF SHIT! STAY!! FUCK THIS, I'M GONNA LEVITATE!!" Vegeta caught up with Bulma and they got to the big red curtains. Vegeta tried to link arms and as he touched her, the curtains opened and Bulma started one of the many screw-ups that night for nearly the whole galaxy. "Vegeta-baka! How dare you touch me!!" and she blasted him, only then noticing the curtains we open. "What?! So I blasted the little molester, let's keep the show moving!" and hurried down the stairs and straight to a vacant seat. Just before she sat down Vegeta grabbed her. "Your sitting for the royal house of Planet Earth, your sitting beside me!" and he half-dragged, half-lead Bulma up the stairs. Bulma sat down and her tiara fell down covering half her face. Bulma pushed it up, and it fell the other way. Bulma growled and Vegeta noticed her tail hairs start to stand up angrily.

Oh no… he thought. But to his surprise she kept her cool. She just knocked Vegeta and his crown half way over his face. That little… then he saw a little girl, Xeiasa, daughter of the wealthiest jewel mine, smile at Bulma and giggle. Bulma winked at her and pointed at her tiara. Xeiasa tipped her tiara on the side and winked back. She looked up at her father and he almost started laughing. She flicked his crown and it slanted. He was about to pull it up when he saw Prince Vegeta and Princess Bulma had done it too. Thinking it was the latest fashion he left it how it was. After about 20 minutes a few more people had done it too. Bulma got up and walked to the music section. "What kind of ball is this?!" she asked disgustedly, loud enough so it travelled into the microphone. "Move over DJ," she said, shoving the guy's singing shit classical music to one side. "The guy out there knows how I feel about him…" she smiled a scary evil smile. "Lets go!" she yelled into the mic

"Uh huh yeah.

Uh huh, yeah.

Uh.

Uh huh yeah.

Uh. Uh huh yeah.

Uh huh yeah.

Uh.

Uh huh yeah.

Yeah.

Why you tap me? Back stab me? Break the faith, for home race. Tell me lies. Time flies. Close your eyes. Come with me!

Come with me!

Yeah!

Come with me!

Uh huh.

Yeah.

You said to trust you; you'd never hurt me. Now I'm disgusted. It's been adjusted. Certainly you fooled me. Ridiculed me. Left me hanging. That bullshit. Boomeranging, right back at cha. Big home range. Narrow minded. Left me blinded. I confined. Shit that bites! But I come bouncing back. I grinded. Now I mean bare pressure. You comprehend me? You want end me. You offend me. And trauma! Feel the trauma! Come with me!

Yeah!

Uh huh.

He heh

Come with me.

Don't be afraid.

Yeah.

Come with me.

I close my eyes… and I see you, standing there. I cry tears…of sorrow. I die.

Uh huh.

Yeah.

Fuck my enemies. Fuck my foes. Dam these hoes. You're stepping on my toes. Back up off me. Take your hands off me. Gimmie room to breathe. I'm not hearing it. I'm not fearing it. I'm up to my ears in it. Bull shit! I'm destructive. Some women find that seductive. Some say its lunacy. But luckily I've been moving on. I ignore you, sorry if I bore you. I neglect you. Don't mean to disrespect you. Can't you see?

I love you dearly. And that's sincerely. But you annoy me. You can't avoid me. I'm here to stay. Forever and ever. In a day that's never. I can't let you go. I can't forget it. Why you did it. I won't commit it. I wanna quit it. I wanna fight you. I'll fucken' bite you! Can't stand nobody like you. You can't run you can't hide! No surprise. Close your eyes! Come with me!

Yeah!

Come with me!

Yeah I like this!

Hear my cries. Hear my call. Lend me your ears. See my fault. See my error. Know my force. Time holts. See my loss. Know I'm lacking, backtracking. Where I met you? Crystal packing. Itchy finger, trigger-happy. Try to trap me. Bare rap. Why you tap me? Back stab me? Break the faith, for home race. Tell me lies. Time flies. Close your eyes. Come with me!

I wanna fight you. I'll fucken' bite you! Can't stand nobody like you. You can't run you can't hide! No surprise. Close your eyes! Come with me!

I'm gonna take you with me!

I'm hear to stay. Forever and ever. In a day that's never

Come with me!

Uh huh yeah.

Come with me…"

Bulma finished and bowed. She smiled as everyone clapped. "Come on people! You've all been to balls let's turn it into a disco! Who's up? Come on! Don't be shy!" A young girl about 17 seventeen stepped up. "Hey cutie! Whatcha like?" The girl whispered into Bulma's ear. "Oooh, this girl say's she chosen a suitor and wants to tell him tonight. Come on sweet thing, tell the nice DJ what you want and sing!"

Far off, a father rants about his little princess and no good scum was heard until the girl started singing.

Bulma laughed and grabbed a bottle of bear. "Where I god's good name did you get that from?" Vegeta asked.

Bulma hiccuped and smiled. "I *hic* stole it from *hic* the nice people in the *hic* kitchen!! I got some *hic* for the nice people *hic* at the party too!" she pointed to the buffet table and there was about five hundred different kinds of acholic drinks there.

"Do you know how bad it is to drink at a young age?" he asked almost considerably.

"Do you know how bad it is to get into someone else's life? Why don't you just fuck off?" and she hit him on the side of the head with a bear bottle and then passed out.

At first king Vegeta was worried about how Bulma's acts might affect his treaty deals, but it seemed she helped. Nearly everyone was saying who great the party was because they didn't have to be so formal. Even their children were having fun. Bulma had blasted away some un-important tables (one that didn't have food on the in other words) and created a sparring arena. Needless to say, King Vegeta was a hit. "Who is that little girl who livened up the party?" asked one noble.

"She is Princess Bulma from Earth," King Vegeta said aimlessly.

"An Earthling? My reading says she's a Saiyan!" said the King of Quanti.

"Oh, she is!"

"But…" asked another.

"She is human, but she has the DNA of a Saiyan as well. She is both Human and Saiyan,"

"A half-breed?!" someone asked shocked.

"Not a half breed, a Human and a Saiyan,"

"You're getting confusing," a green-faced alien said.

"It is a confusing matter," stared King Vegeta, "So our top reachers are looking into it, although, they are still blank,"

"Father?" asked Vegeta. The king turned around. The eleven year old was holding the tiny passed out girl in his arms.

"I don't need this," complained the king, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just… go put her somewhere,"

Vegeta smiled. "Okay!" he jumped at the chance and dropped Bulma on the ground.

King Vegeta slapped Vegeta on the back of the head. Bulma groaned at sat up. "Someone make the room stop spinning please?" she asked before getting up and taking a few wobbly steps. "I'm a princess god-damn-it and I demand the room stops spinning!" She walked over the Vegeta and wrapped an arm around him. "Vegeta-baka, Vegeta-Tousan I'm going to bed. Nightie-night," Then stumbled off into the direction of her room.

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Bulma woke up and held her head. "Note to self, nine-years olds shouldn't drink," she complained. She crawled, more or less fell, out of her bed and ground. "What in fuck's name is this?" she looked down at what she was wearing. Just to her luck Vegeta opened the door and came in looking for her. He burst out into fits of laughter.

"Who did you steal that off?" he laughed.

Bulma grabbed Vegeta around the neck with one hand and lifted him off the ground. "You tell anyone and I swear to god I will kill you,"

Vegeta smiled. "It would be more intimidating, Bulma my lovely, if you took that off," he pointed at the oversized cloud-like dress. It was fluffy and pink with red and white ribbons and bows. Bulma dropped Vegeta and looked for the zipper. Vegeta started to laugh as she tried to get the damn zipper at the back undone. Bulma swore and just ripped it down the center.

"Good to see your getting it off, only pretty girls should wear nice dresses like that," Vegeta expected her to go off her rocker at that but instead she just kept getting the idiot dress off.

"Your not so hot yourself Vegeta-baka, but I still could get a guy if I wanted one. You couldn't get anyone,"

"Oh really?" he asked in a playful voice. "How do you know that?"

"Because I do socialize Vegeta-Baka, you just don't know about it. I have lots of friends. You Vegeta-baka, have no-one besides me," she fluttered her eyelids and walked over to her cupboard. "I, Vegeta-baka, even have someone I fancy," she poked her head out of the cupboard. "Which do you like better? The blood red or the death black?" she held up to body suits.

She SOCIALIZES? Has someone she FANCIES? Friends? "Oh? Um, the death black," he said then went back to going over everything she said.

"Oh? Okay," and put on the blood red. Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Knee-highs or thigh-highs? Knee-highs or thigh-highs?" she kept repeating.

"What girl?" he asked.

"None of your business," she growled.

"You not training. I would have thought after last night you would be training even harder," Vegeta said.

"You'd think that, but today I'm sparring," she came out with lace-up, white, thigh-high boots.

"Why would you do that? You'd pretty much kill everyone you know," Vegeta asked.

Bulma sat on the end of her bed and tied the laces up. "It's my birthday today Vegeta-baka. That's why I got so wasted last night. I knew none of you would remember, and those who did wouldn't give a flying fuck so I decided to have a little fun. And as a treat, baka, I am taking myself to the sparring ground for today and maybe kill this hangover,"

"The hang over isn't my fault. Nine-year olds shouldn't drink,"

"Fuck off," Bulma snapped before walking out of the room.

"GIRL! You look like a slut!" Vegeta cried out after her, after looking at the mid-drift blood red top and long pants, her spandex top covered with a white chest plate and her boots coving most of her pants. Bulma just flipped him the bird and walked off to the sparring arena.