Lost- Chapter five
The next few days were one enormous blur to Bulma. They were filled with sore muscles, cramps, bruises, and exhaustion. Every day she'd train with Vegeta and Kakkarot, come home, and collapse onto her bed while Chi chi made dinner. Every day in training, Vegeta and Kakkarot pushed her a bit further, trying to raise her strength up to their level so that they could really train. Almost every day she'd help Chi chi carry dinner to the guys, although she'd normally let the platter or pan slip. Luckily, Kakkarot was almost always there. Bulma thought that the reason he was always around was because it was usually his room that they were walking through to get to the kitchen, either that or the fact that he seemed to love his food as much as life itself. Had she not fallen asleep right after dinner, she might have noticed that Kakkarot also came to visit Chi chi later on in the night for 'desert'.
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"Good, now try and land a punch on me." Vegeta instructed Bulma. He had decided that Bulma's training was going too slowly when she was fighting both Kakkarot and himself. If she kept moving at her previous pace, she wouldn't catch up to Kakkarot and him for at least five months. He had decided to give Kakkarot two hours every day where he could eat or train on his own while Vegeta was personally training Bulma. So far Bulma was getting stronger, although, since he'd spent the last week toning her muscles, she couldn't tell yet. For a woman who'd spent her life training herself, Vegeta had to admit that she had immense potential.
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Bulma threw a barrage of punches at Vegeta, none of them actually hitting him of course, which frustrated her even more. She'd been training with him for over a week now, and he hadn't done anything but criticize and ridicule her this whole time. Even thought he was the Prince, the world didn't revolve around him! The only reason that this arrogant bastard was taking the time to train her was because he didn't want to feel guilty if he beat her to a pulp if she wasn't strong enough.
Bulma, seeing that Kakkarot had returned and that her time was almost up with Vegeta, launched one final punch, one with all of her power behind it, and.... the punch barely grazed Vegeta's cheek.
"Nice try, onna, you almost made contact... Almost." Vegeta smirked. Kakkarot powered up and Bulma got three inches off of the ground when the door to the GR opened.
"Who the hell is that." Vegeta muttered and crossed his arms when he saw his father enter. "What do you want?" he spat.
"Vegeta, you make it sound as if you don't want to see your father." the King snickered. "I can see why you don't want anyone in here, they'd see that you're training is going nowhere and that you're the pathetic weakling I always knew that you'd become."
It took most of Vegeta's control to keep himself from sending a ki blast throughout his father's gut. The gravity was only at thirty times Vegetasei's gravity because the woman couldn't train much higher. He let out a low growl before addressing his father.
"I'll say it again, what do you want?"
"I came in here to tell you that I'm going to have to keep you from training for a whole day." the King watched with joy as his son's eyes flashed, " As you know most of the army has been sent to the fourth quadrant to stop a revolt on the planet Gorani. They were, obviously, victorious. In honor of their victory, I'm hosting a ball, one that you all are invited to. The only thing is, there's no way for you to get out of it, Vegeta. I may say that I'm 'inviting' you, but in all reality I'm forcing you to attend."
"If that's all we have to hear, then will you leave?" Vegeta snarled.
"All right, I'll leave you to your 'training'." the King turned to leave, "Oh, by the way, Vegeta, you'll probably be dancing with every eligible woman that attends, and just so you know, you can't turn any of them down. Have fun." with that, the King left.
'A ball?' Bulma had never seen anyone dance, much less dance herself in front of most of Vegetasei's upper class citizens. She looked over at Vegeta, who was already up in the air, punching and kicking furiously at Kakkarot. Bulma guessed that he was annoyed that he was going to have to spend the whole night around a bunch of women flaunting themselves over him. Well, at least he'd have some company. She wondered if she could get Chi chi to go....
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"Oh my gosh, Bulma, how did you talk them into letting me go." Chi chi gasped the night of the ball. "That was so nice of you. I can't believe this."
"Oh no, it wasn't." Bulma admitted, "I didn't want to be around a ton of people that I didn't know. Although I know that you'll be spending most of your time with Kakkarot." Bulma laughed while Chi chi blushed deeply and giggled.
Just then, the girls dresses arrived. As Bulma lifted hers out of it's bag, she had to gasp. Her dress was a light sapphire color- one that matched her hair perfectly. It was a halter with a hint of sparkles in it. Bulma looked over to Chi chi and saw what must have been a look of complete awe on her face. As she peered over Chi chi's shoulder, she saw a deep, wine read dress that was made of satin, had a slight ruffle on the bottom, and a low, cross-crossed back.
"Wow." Chi chi muttered, "I didn't think that the palace would go through that much trouble for me..."
"Well, I personally would like to see you in it rather than you standing there, drooling on it, and I bet that Kakkarot will feel the same..." Bulma trailed off, teasing Chi chi. About a second after she turned her back to Chi chi, she was knocked onto her bed by the pillow that Chi chi hurled across the room.
"Take that!" Chi chi yelled at the top of her lungs, grabbing another pillow off of her bed and using it as a shield to block the pillow that Bulma threw at her in return. "You'll pay for that!" Chi chi yelled after a well thrown pillow hit her on the side of her head and knocked her hair out of its bun. With that, an all-out pillow fight was declared and for the next half hour Bulma and Chi chi managed to at least tear all of the pillows in their rooms. When Bulma and Chi chi finally realized that their rooms were coated with an inch thick layer of feathers and stuffing, they collapsed onto their beds, laughing hysterically. When they both regained enough composure to sit up and face each other, they both had to lay back down when they saw each other's appearance. Chi chi's hair was halfway up, some of it barely tied up, the rest of it tangled, frizzy, and decorated with feathers. Bulma's hair was knotted, tangled, and about every inch you'd see clumps of stuffing or feathers sticking out looking as if she'd just rolled in a pile of hay. In the midst of yet another fit of laughter, there was a knock on the door.
Bulma pulled herself off of her bed and opened the door. She found Kakkarot standing there, a very concerned look on his face.
"Hi Bulma, is everything OK? I heard screaming through the walls and came over to see if you guys were in trouble..." Kakkarot was cut off by Bulma and Chi chi's combined laughter as Bulma opened the door wider so that he could see all of the feathers and stuffing on the floor.
"We're.... OK..... Just.... Had.... A..... Pillow.... Fight...." Bulma managed to say in between long fits of laughter. Kakkarot's mouth formed an O as he realized what happened.
"Sorry." He said, putting his hand behind his head, "well, I guess then I'll see you tonight. Bye."
Chi chi and Bulma spent another five minutes laughing/ attempting to clean up their extremely messy room before they decided that it was hopless and went to get ready for the ball.
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"Bulma, you look amazing in that dress. It's perfect for you." Chi chi stated while doing Bulma's hair. " I think I'll put it up, but let a few curls fall..."
Bulma had to admit, it did seem as if this dress molded itself for her. It clung to her curves in all of the right places, slightly flared out around the legs so that she could move, and had an extremely low neck that exposed the tops of her creamy breasts. Chi chi looked just as magnificent in her red spaghetti strap dress, with it's extra-low criss-cross back. One thing was certain, the girls would raise more that one eye tonight...
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Author's Note: I know, "evil cliffy" but I like it, so you're gonna have to live with it till next Friday. I know this was late, but I've already started the next chapter and it'll be out next Friday or Saturday. Currently, my computer's broke, so I'll get this out as soon as possible. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! How am I supposed to know if you like this or are even reading this if you don't!?!?! Maybe if I get a lot of reviews, I'll post a chapter early... very early... but you HAVE TO LEAVE REVIEWS!!!!!
*Pyrite*
The next few days were one enormous blur to Bulma. They were filled with sore muscles, cramps, bruises, and exhaustion. Every day she'd train with Vegeta and Kakkarot, come home, and collapse onto her bed while Chi chi made dinner. Every day in training, Vegeta and Kakkarot pushed her a bit further, trying to raise her strength up to their level so that they could really train. Almost every day she'd help Chi chi carry dinner to the guys, although she'd normally let the platter or pan slip. Luckily, Kakkarot was almost always there. Bulma thought that the reason he was always around was because it was usually his room that they were walking through to get to the kitchen, either that or the fact that he seemed to love his food as much as life itself. Had she not fallen asleep right after dinner, she might have noticed that Kakkarot also came to visit Chi chi later on in the night for 'desert'.
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"Good, now try and land a punch on me." Vegeta instructed Bulma. He had decided that Bulma's training was going too slowly when she was fighting both Kakkarot and himself. If she kept moving at her previous pace, she wouldn't catch up to Kakkarot and him for at least five months. He had decided to give Kakkarot two hours every day where he could eat or train on his own while Vegeta was personally training Bulma. So far Bulma was getting stronger, although, since he'd spent the last week toning her muscles, she couldn't tell yet. For a woman who'd spent her life training herself, Vegeta had to admit that she had immense potential.
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Bulma threw a barrage of punches at Vegeta, none of them actually hitting him of course, which frustrated her even more. She'd been training with him for over a week now, and he hadn't done anything but criticize and ridicule her this whole time. Even thought he was the Prince, the world didn't revolve around him! The only reason that this arrogant bastard was taking the time to train her was because he didn't want to feel guilty if he beat her to a pulp if she wasn't strong enough.
Bulma, seeing that Kakkarot had returned and that her time was almost up with Vegeta, launched one final punch, one with all of her power behind it, and.... the punch barely grazed Vegeta's cheek.
"Nice try, onna, you almost made contact... Almost." Vegeta smirked. Kakkarot powered up and Bulma got three inches off of the ground when the door to the GR opened.
"Who the hell is that." Vegeta muttered and crossed his arms when he saw his father enter. "What do you want?" he spat.
"Vegeta, you make it sound as if you don't want to see your father." the King snickered. "I can see why you don't want anyone in here, they'd see that you're training is going nowhere and that you're the pathetic weakling I always knew that you'd become."
It took most of Vegeta's control to keep himself from sending a ki blast throughout his father's gut. The gravity was only at thirty times Vegetasei's gravity because the woman couldn't train much higher. He let out a low growl before addressing his father.
"I'll say it again, what do you want?"
"I came in here to tell you that I'm going to have to keep you from training for a whole day." the King watched with joy as his son's eyes flashed, " As you know most of the army has been sent to the fourth quadrant to stop a revolt on the planet Gorani. They were, obviously, victorious. In honor of their victory, I'm hosting a ball, one that you all are invited to. The only thing is, there's no way for you to get out of it, Vegeta. I may say that I'm 'inviting' you, but in all reality I'm forcing you to attend."
"If that's all we have to hear, then will you leave?" Vegeta snarled.
"All right, I'll leave you to your 'training'." the King turned to leave, "Oh, by the way, Vegeta, you'll probably be dancing with every eligible woman that attends, and just so you know, you can't turn any of them down. Have fun." with that, the King left.
'A ball?' Bulma had never seen anyone dance, much less dance herself in front of most of Vegetasei's upper class citizens. She looked over at Vegeta, who was already up in the air, punching and kicking furiously at Kakkarot. Bulma guessed that he was annoyed that he was going to have to spend the whole night around a bunch of women flaunting themselves over him. Well, at least he'd have some company. She wondered if she could get Chi chi to go....
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"Oh my gosh, Bulma, how did you talk them into letting me go." Chi chi gasped the night of the ball. "That was so nice of you. I can't believe this."
"Oh no, it wasn't." Bulma admitted, "I didn't want to be around a ton of people that I didn't know. Although I know that you'll be spending most of your time with Kakkarot." Bulma laughed while Chi chi blushed deeply and giggled.
Just then, the girls dresses arrived. As Bulma lifted hers out of it's bag, she had to gasp. Her dress was a light sapphire color- one that matched her hair perfectly. It was a halter with a hint of sparkles in it. Bulma looked over to Chi chi and saw what must have been a look of complete awe on her face. As she peered over Chi chi's shoulder, she saw a deep, wine read dress that was made of satin, had a slight ruffle on the bottom, and a low, cross-crossed back.
"Wow." Chi chi muttered, "I didn't think that the palace would go through that much trouble for me..."
"Well, I personally would like to see you in it rather than you standing there, drooling on it, and I bet that Kakkarot will feel the same..." Bulma trailed off, teasing Chi chi. About a second after she turned her back to Chi chi, she was knocked onto her bed by the pillow that Chi chi hurled across the room.
"Take that!" Chi chi yelled at the top of her lungs, grabbing another pillow off of her bed and using it as a shield to block the pillow that Bulma threw at her in return. "You'll pay for that!" Chi chi yelled after a well thrown pillow hit her on the side of her head and knocked her hair out of its bun. With that, an all-out pillow fight was declared and for the next half hour Bulma and Chi chi managed to at least tear all of the pillows in their rooms. When Bulma and Chi chi finally realized that their rooms were coated with an inch thick layer of feathers and stuffing, they collapsed onto their beds, laughing hysterically. When they both regained enough composure to sit up and face each other, they both had to lay back down when they saw each other's appearance. Chi chi's hair was halfway up, some of it barely tied up, the rest of it tangled, frizzy, and decorated with feathers. Bulma's hair was knotted, tangled, and about every inch you'd see clumps of stuffing or feathers sticking out looking as if she'd just rolled in a pile of hay. In the midst of yet another fit of laughter, there was a knock on the door.
Bulma pulled herself off of her bed and opened the door. She found Kakkarot standing there, a very concerned look on his face.
"Hi Bulma, is everything OK? I heard screaming through the walls and came over to see if you guys were in trouble..." Kakkarot was cut off by Bulma and Chi chi's combined laughter as Bulma opened the door wider so that he could see all of the feathers and stuffing on the floor.
"We're.... OK..... Just.... Had.... A..... Pillow.... Fight...." Bulma managed to say in between long fits of laughter. Kakkarot's mouth formed an O as he realized what happened.
"Sorry." He said, putting his hand behind his head, "well, I guess then I'll see you tonight. Bye."
Chi chi and Bulma spent another five minutes laughing/ attempting to clean up their extremely messy room before they decided that it was hopless and went to get ready for the ball.
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"Bulma, you look amazing in that dress. It's perfect for you." Chi chi stated while doing Bulma's hair. " I think I'll put it up, but let a few curls fall..."
Bulma had to admit, it did seem as if this dress molded itself for her. It clung to her curves in all of the right places, slightly flared out around the legs so that she could move, and had an extremely low neck that exposed the tops of her creamy breasts. Chi chi looked just as magnificent in her red spaghetti strap dress, with it's extra-low criss-cross back. One thing was certain, the girls would raise more that one eye tonight...
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Author's Note: I know, "evil cliffy" but I like it, so you're gonna have to live with it till next Friday. I know this was late, but I've already started the next chapter and it'll be out next Friday or Saturday. Currently, my computer's broke, so I'll get this out as soon as possible. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! How am I supposed to know if you like this or are even reading this if you don't!?!?! Maybe if I get a lot of reviews, I'll post a chapter early... very early... but you HAVE TO LEAVE REVIEWS!!!!!
*Pyrite*