Chapter 4
Death and a Midnight Spar
A/N: If you're looking for a site with great DBZ fan fics go to www.dragonballstuff.com
Bulma phased out and appeared again before the on looker could blink. He was shocked and Bulma took the opportunity to side kick him and sent him flying into the wall.
"Who the hell are you?!" Bulma screamed angrily, phasing out once more and lifting the fallen warrior off the ground by his throat.
"None of your business bitch!" he spat back.
:Vegeta!: Bulma sent. :If you don't get your royal ass out here right now then you're going to have one less guard!:
Vegeta burst into the room seconds later only to find one of his elite guards struggling in Bulma's iron grip.
"Unhand me this instant if you value your life!" demanded the captive guard.
"I don't know if you're too stupid to notice or what, but I have the upper hand here!" Bulma yelled, nearly breaking the Saiyajins sensitive ears, her ki increasing with her barely suppressed rage.
The guard's scouter exploded only seconds later because Bulma's power level was so high that the system overloaded.
"Isn't this interesting," Vegeta said coolly as he leaned up against the wall next to Bulma and the guard. "I would have expected better of you Yamcha."
"Vegeta you, yourself, gave me permission to kill any guard who was looking at me the way he was, and I am requesting permission to do just that Ouji- sama," Bulma said, addressing Vegeta as his rank deserved for once. "It won't do me any good to make him angry at the moment," Bulma thought, sighing.
"She lies Ouji-sama," Yamcha shouted.
"I never lie," Bulma hissed through clenched teeth. "Unlike vermin such as you, I have honor."
"To decide who is telling the truth you two shall fight to the death," Vegeta said. "Onna let him go and then begin."
Bulma released Yamcha and jumped away from him, landing in a fighting stance with her right side towards him. She decided to fight defensively and lure Yamcha towards her.
"Now you will know true power!" Yamcha said, laughing evilly as he launched himself at Bulma.
He was pathetically weak, and as soon as he was close enough Bulma leaned back, to get her head out of the way, and side kicked him in the ribs. Bulma heard them crack even as he flew backwards towards the wall.
"Lucky shot," Yamcha said, standing up on shaky legs. "This time I won't go easy on you."
Bulma rolled her eyes, but stayed in her stance, not moving even a hair. When he came at her he threw a punch this time, but Bulma blocked it. She chopped him in the throat, hooked her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into her knee. As he doubled over in pain she kicked him into the air so that he was able to look her in the eyes and punched him in the head. Before he even reached the wall Bulma hit him with a ki blast and sent him to join Nappa in the next dimension.
"He didn't deserve a proper burial anyways," Bulma mumbled to herself since, like Nappa, there was nothing remaining of Yamcha. To Vegeta she said, "And I had hoped for a bit of a challenge. Anyways, I'm going to my room to shower so I can rid myself of the filth before it contaminates me and makes me any sicker than I already am."
With that Bulma took off towards the door only to stop short in front of Vegeta no Ou.
"That was quite impressive," Vegeta no Ou said.
"Yamcha was an even more of a fool than Nappa," Bulma replied. "I sincerely hope that the rest of your elites more impressive than they were."
With that Bulma headed off to her room and Vegeta no Ou entered the room to speak with his son.
"She's damn rare brat," Vegeta no Ou said, standing, safely, five feet from his son.
"The other ladies are arriving tomorrow," Vegeta no Ouji replied, emphasizing the word ladies.
"You know, as well as I do, that even though they will be Saiyajins they are all going to be weak. Their main goal in life is to marry someone wealthy and produce as many brats as they can," Vegeta no Ou said, shaking his head sadly.
"What is the Onna anyways?" Vegeta no Ouji asked.
"She's a Blue Saiyajin," Vegeta no Ou explained. "They are notorious for their beauty, power, tempers, intelligence, and their voices."
"Voices?" Vegeta no Ouji asked slightly confused.
"They sing like goddesses and can compel anyone to do whatever they wish through song," Vegeta no Ou said. "Unfortunately they are even rarer then Super Saiyajins. It is said that if a Blue Saiyajin and a Super Saiyajin mate, their brats will be able to surpass even them in strength."
Vegeta no Ouji growled at that comment, he turned and walked towards his GR.
:It seems that this is going to be more difficult that we thought it would be,: Vegeta no Ou sent to Daya.
:Then we'll just have to try harder,: Daya sent back.
With that, the king left the training room to return to his room. * * *
When Bulma reached her room she threw her ruined clothes away and took a long bath.
"If I continue destroying my clothing at this rate in a week all that I'll have left to wear will be dresses," Bulma thought as she pulled on a pair of black boxers and a black tank top. The shirt reached to just above her belly button and showed a good portion of her toned cream-colored skin. The boxers, like all of her other clothing, had a hole for her tail.
As soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep. Her sleep did not last long, after only an hour she jolted up right in her bed. The dreams of earth's destruction that had plagued her during her first year at the University of Arlia were back again with a vengeance. She knew that sleep would not claim her again that night, so she decided to train.
Bulma changed into a pair of loose black pants with a single white stripe running down each side. She also put a bra on under the tank top. Last she slipped on her white boots and teleported to her GR. Accidentally, Bulma teleported herself into her old Gravity Room and found herself only centimeters away from Vegeta.
"Sorry Vegeta," Bulma whispered, taking a few cautious steps backwards, turning around and starting towards the door; she was stopped when a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
"Since you're here, let's spar," Vegeta said smirking as he moved closer to Bulma. When he was nearly pressed up against her he whispered in her ear, "Unless you're too scared."
"It's you who should be scared, not me," Bulma said, moving away from Vegeta and standing in a fighting stance, wordlessly excepting Vegeta's challenge. "I'll go easy on you though."
Bulma winked, and Vegeta launched himself at Bulma and, rapidly, threw punch after punch. Bulma blocked the first punch effortlessly. The second, third, and fourth hit her square in the stomach and sent all the air rushing from her lungs. Vegeta chose that moment to transform. His hair turned golden, and his eyes turned turquoise.
Bulma was momentarily paralyzed with shock and Vegeta took the opportunity to punch her. Vegeta's fist connected solidly with Bulma's jaw and sent her flying across the room. She came to a halt just before she hit the wall and wiped the little trickle of blood off the corner of her mouth with one finger.
Bulma powered up to her max, but her power level wasn't quite as high as Vegeta's. Vegeta launched a series of vicious attacks on Bulma. He scored more than a few good kicks and punches. Bulma turned the tables and forced Vegeta to switch from offensive to defensive. She reverse punched him in his solar plexus (A/N: its somewhere on your torso!) and elbowed him in the nose. Next she side kicked him repeatedly, slowly forcing Vegeta to give ground, though he didn't notice, until he was up against the wall. Bulma backed up and fired a series of mildly powerful ki blasts at him until he fired some of his own.
Vegeta emerged from the smoke in the same condition he had been in before Bulma had attacked him with ki. He smirked, and Bulma took a step backwards. Vegeta took two steps forwards. Bulma took another step, and Vegeta followed her as if the two were dancing. Then Bulma took a half step back, but Vegeta took a full step forward. Before he knew what was happening Bulma kicked in the groin. (A/N: This move is called drawing, my instructor taught it to me in one of my sparring lessons) Vegeta didn't even flinch. He kicked Bulma over and over again in the space of seconds until she finally recovered her senses enough to block.
The night passed and turned into morning. Morning turned into the after noon and the afternoon turned into the evening. Both Vegeta and Bulma were too stubborn to give up, so the fight continued. Finally Vegeta tackled Bulma and held her wrists together above her head. He used his knees to pin Bulma's legs down. "Give up now?"
"Never," Bulma said, Her chest heaving with the effort to breathe. Memories of her fight with Nappa flashed before her eyes. Bulma began to shake uncontrollably, but the look on her face was one of pure determination. "Fear is a weakness," she thought. "I shall not let it control me." A single tear leaked from her eye as her inner battle waged war on her sanity.
An expression of confusion passed briefly over Vegeta's face at Bulma's odd behavior.
Vegeta no Ou cleared his throat from the doorway.
"What?!" Vegeta shouted.
"Dinner is ready, and the ladies are waiting," Vegeta no Ou announced before turning around to leave.
"Race you to the dining hall," Bulma said, struggling to get out from under Vegeta, the king's message had brought her back to her senses.
The two took off at top speed, but Vegeta reached the doors ahead of Bulma. For the first time, they looked at each other closely.
Bulma's hair was in a state of disarray. She sported two black eyes and an uncountable number of other bruises. Her lip was split and bleeding along with many other cuts that seem to cover nearly every inch of her body. Her clothing and skin was covered in blood and sweet, a combination that stung as bad as it looked. She could tell from the pain in her chest that she had at least two broken ribs. If she hadn't been so tired or been in so much pain she would have been embarrassed by how little her clothing now covered. Yet even in this state she still, some how, looked beautiful.
Vegeta on the other hand looked even better. He sported one black eye, a broken nose and a busted lip. He ,too, was covered in cuts and bruises, though most of Bulma's cuts were deeper. His chest was completely exposed and in the center of his stomach there was an imprint of Bulma's boot. The bottom half of his pants were shredded, and his white boots, like Bulma's, were permanently stained red.
"Should we go in right now and scare the ladies?" Bulma asked, grinning maliciously at the thought of horrifying a bunch of sniveling females. "On the other hand we might go deaf."
"As fun as that sounds, I'd rather not get punished," Vegeta said, smirking at Bulma's idea. "But there is a room near by with showers, spare armor and senzu beans, they heal you completely."
"A shower sounds wonderful right now," Bulma said, scrunching her nose up. "I think that you need it even more than I do though, you smell worse."
"Follow me," Vegeta said, growling as Bulma laughed until tears ran from her eyes.
They showered as quickly as they could and they both donned a blue spandex suit that fit each of them perfectly. Bulma's gloves were tight and went up to just below her elbows, while Vegeta's only reached to the middle of his forearm. Her boots were also different because they ended just below her knees and Vegeta's were shorter. However, both pairs of boots were white with golden tips.
Bulma hastily brushed her hair and put it up with a hair tie that she found near the brush. By the time Vegeta and Bulma exited the bathing room the only sign that a fight had ever occurred was their growling stomachs.
Two guards opened the doors, and Vegeta and Bulma entered side-by-side. Vegeta's suit showed off his muscles, and he towered a whole head higher then Bulma. Bulma on the other hand looked as if she were a warrior goddess. The suit accented all her curves and you could tell that there wasn't an ounce of fat on her entire body.
The ladies stood as one and bowed deeply. Bulma was utterly revolted by the amount of skin that they were willingly showing and fought to keep her face neutral.
:If I hadn't used up so much of my energy I would have lost my appetite just from looking at them!: Bulma sent to Vegeta.
:I could say the same,: Vegeta sent back as he, too, fought to keep the disgust he felt off his face too. :Unfortunately, I must spend the next couple of weeks with them.:
:You forget,: Bulma replied. : Since I agreed to compete, so must I.:
Death and a Midnight Spar
A/N: If you're looking for a site with great DBZ fan fics go to www.dragonballstuff.com
Bulma phased out and appeared again before the on looker could blink. He was shocked and Bulma took the opportunity to side kick him and sent him flying into the wall.
"Who the hell are you?!" Bulma screamed angrily, phasing out once more and lifting the fallen warrior off the ground by his throat.
"None of your business bitch!" he spat back.
:Vegeta!: Bulma sent. :If you don't get your royal ass out here right now then you're going to have one less guard!:
Vegeta burst into the room seconds later only to find one of his elite guards struggling in Bulma's iron grip.
"Unhand me this instant if you value your life!" demanded the captive guard.
"I don't know if you're too stupid to notice or what, but I have the upper hand here!" Bulma yelled, nearly breaking the Saiyajins sensitive ears, her ki increasing with her barely suppressed rage.
The guard's scouter exploded only seconds later because Bulma's power level was so high that the system overloaded.
"Isn't this interesting," Vegeta said coolly as he leaned up against the wall next to Bulma and the guard. "I would have expected better of you Yamcha."
"Vegeta you, yourself, gave me permission to kill any guard who was looking at me the way he was, and I am requesting permission to do just that Ouji- sama," Bulma said, addressing Vegeta as his rank deserved for once. "It won't do me any good to make him angry at the moment," Bulma thought, sighing.
"She lies Ouji-sama," Yamcha shouted.
"I never lie," Bulma hissed through clenched teeth. "Unlike vermin such as you, I have honor."
"To decide who is telling the truth you two shall fight to the death," Vegeta said. "Onna let him go and then begin."
Bulma released Yamcha and jumped away from him, landing in a fighting stance with her right side towards him. She decided to fight defensively and lure Yamcha towards her.
"Now you will know true power!" Yamcha said, laughing evilly as he launched himself at Bulma.
He was pathetically weak, and as soon as he was close enough Bulma leaned back, to get her head out of the way, and side kicked him in the ribs. Bulma heard them crack even as he flew backwards towards the wall.
"Lucky shot," Yamcha said, standing up on shaky legs. "This time I won't go easy on you."
Bulma rolled her eyes, but stayed in her stance, not moving even a hair. When he came at her he threw a punch this time, but Bulma blocked it. She chopped him in the throat, hooked her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into her knee. As he doubled over in pain she kicked him into the air so that he was able to look her in the eyes and punched him in the head. Before he even reached the wall Bulma hit him with a ki blast and sent him to join Nappa in the next dimension.
"He didn't deserve a proper burial anyways," Bulma mumbled to herself since, like Nappa, there was nothing remaining of Yamcha. To Vegeta she said, "And I had hoped for a bit of a challenge. Anyways, I'm going to my room to shower so I can rid myself of the filth before it contaminates me and makes me any sicker than I already am."
With that Bulma took off towards the door only to stop short in front of Vegeta no Ou.
"That was quite impressive," Vegeta no Ou said.
"Yamcha was an even more of a fool than Nappa," Bulma replied. "I sincerely hope that the rest of your elites more impressive than they were."
With that Bulma headed off to her room and Vegeta no Ou entered the room to speak with his son.
"She's damn rare brat," Vegeta no Ou said, standing, safely, five feet from his son.
"The other ladies are arriving tomorrow," Vegeta no Ouji replied, emphasizing the word ladies.
"You know, as well as I do, that even though they will be Saiyajins they are all going to be weak. Their main goal in life is to marry someone wealthy and produce as many brats as they can," Vegeta no Ou said, shaking his head sadly.
"What is the Onna anyways?" Vegeta no Ouji asked.
"She's a Blue Saiyajin," Vegeta no Ou explained. "They are notorious for their beauty, power, tempers, intelligence, and their voices."
"Voices?" Vegeta no Ouji asked slightly confused.
"They sing like goddesses and can compel anyone to do whatever they wish through song," Vegeta no Ou said. "Unfortunately they are even rarer then Super Saiyajins. It is said that if a Blue Saiyajin and a Super Saiyajin mate, their brats will be able to surpass even them in strength."
Vegeta no Ouji growled at that comment, he turned and walked towards his GR.
:It seems that this is going to be more difficult that we thought it would be,: Vegeta no Ou sent to Daya.
:Then we'll just have to try harder,: Daya sent back.
With that, the king left the training room to return to his room. * * *
When Bulma reached her room she threw her ruined clothes away and took a long bath.
"If I continue destroying my clothing at this rate in a week all that I'll have left to wear will be dresses," Bulma thought as she pulled on a pair of black boxers and a black tank top. The shirt reached to just above her belly button and showed a good portion of her toned cream-colored skin. The boxers, like all of her other clothing, had a hole for her tail.
As soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep. Her sleep did not last long, after only an hour she jolted up right in her bed. The dreams of earth's destruction that had plagued her during her first year at the University of Arlia were back again with a vengeance. She knew that sleep would not claim her again that night, so she decided to train.
Bulma changed into a pair of loose black pants with a single white stripe running down each side. She also put a bra on under the tank top. Last she slipped on her white boots and teleported to her GR. Accidentally, Bulma teleported herself into her old Gravity Room and found herself only centimeters away from Vegeta.
"Sorry Vegeta," Bulma whispered, taking a few cautious steps backwards, turning around and starting towards the door; she was stopped when a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
"Since you're here, let's spar," Vegeta said smirking as he moved closer to Bulma. When he was nearly pressed up against her he whispered in her ear, "Unless you're too scared."
"It's you who should be scared, not me," Bulma said, moving away from Vegeta and standing in a fighting stance, wordlessly excepting Vegeta's challenge. "I'll go easy on you though."
Bulma winked, and Vegeta launched himself at Bulma and, rapidly, threw punch after punch. Bulma blocked the first punch effortlessly. The second, third, and fourth hit her square in the stomach and sent all the air rushing from her lungs. Vegeta chose that moment to transform. His hair turned golden, and his eyes turned turquoise.
Bulma was momentarily paralyzed with shock and Vegeta took the opportunity to punch her. Vegeta's fist connected solidly with Bulma's jaw and sent her flying across the room. She came to a halt just before she hit the wall and wiped the little trickle of blood off the corner of her mouth with one finger.
Bulma powered up to her max, but her power level wasn't quite as high as Vegeta's. Vegeta launched a series of vicious attacks on Bulma. He scored more than a few good kicks and punches. Bulma turned the tables and forced Vegeta to switch from offensive to defensive. She reverse punched him in his solar plexus (A/N: its somewhere on your torso!) and elbowed him in the nose. Next she side kicked him repeatedly, slowly forcing Vegeta to give ground, though he didn't notice, until he was up against the wall. Bulma backed up and fired a series of mildly powerful ki blasts at him until he fired some of his own.
Vegeta emerged from the smoke in the same condition he had been in before Bulma had attacked him with ki. He smirked, and Bulma took a step backwards. Vegeta took two steps forwards. Bulma took another step, and Vegeta followed her as if the two were dancing. Then Bulma took a half step back, but Vegeta took a full step forward. Before he knew what was happening Bulma kicked in the groin. (A/N: This move is called drawing, my instructor taught it to me in one of my sparring lessons) Vegeta didn't even flinch. He kicked Bulma over and over again in the space of seconds until she finally recovered her senses enough to block.
The night passed and turned into morning. Morning turned into the after noon and the afternoon turned into the evening. Both Vegeta and Bulma were too stubborn to give up, so the fight continued. Finally Vegeta tackled Bulma and held her wrists together above her head. He used his knees to pin Bulma's legs down. "Give up now?"
"Never," Bulma said, Her chest heaving with the effort to breathe. Memories of her fight with Nappa flashed before her eyes. Bulma began to shake uncontrollably, but the look on her face was one of pure determination. "Fear is a weakness," she thought. "I shall not let it control me." A single tear leaked from her eye as her inner battle waged war on her sanity.
An expression of confusion passed briefly over Vegeta's face at Bulma's odd behavior.
Vegeta no Ou cleared his throat from the doorway.
"What?!" Vegeta shouted.
"Dinner is ready, and the ladies are waiting," Vegeta no Ou announced before turning around to leave.
"Race you to the dining hall," Bulma said, struggling to get out from under Vegeta, the king's message had brought her back to her senses.
The two took off at top speed, but Vegeta reached the doors ahead of Bulma. For the first time, they looked at each other closely.
Bulma's hair was in a state of disarray. She sported two black eyes and an uncountable number of other bruises. Her lip was split and bleeding along with many other cuts that seem to cover nearly every inch of her body. Her clothing and skin was covered in blood and sweet, a combination that stung as bad as it looked. She could tell from the pain in her chest that she had at least two broken ribs. If she hadn't been so tired or been in so much pain she would have been embarrassed by how little her clothing now covered. Yet even in this state she still, some how, looked beautiful.
Vegeta on the other hand looked even better. He sported one black eye, a broken nose and a busted lip. He ,too, was covered in cuts and bruises, though most of Bulma's cuts were deeper. His chest was completely exposed and in the center of his stomach there was an imprint of Bulma's boot. The bottom half of his pants were shredded, and his white boots, like Bulma's, were permanently stained red.
"Should we go in right now and scare the ladies?" Bulma asked, grinning maliciously at the thought of horrifying a bunch of sniveling females. "On the other hand we might go deaf."
"As fun as that sounds, I'd rather not get punished," Vegeta said, smirking at Bulma's idea. "But there is a room near by with showers, spare armor and senzu beans, they heal you completely."
"A shower sounds wonderful right now," Bulma said, scrunching her nose up. "I think that you need it even more than I do though, you smell worse."
"Follow me," Vegeta said, growling as Bulma laughed until tears ran from her eyes.
They showered as quickly as they could and they both donned a blue spandex suit that fit each of them perfectly. Bulma's gloves were tight and went up to just below her elbows, while Vegeta's only reached to the middle of his forearm. Her boots were also different because they ended just below her knees and Vegeta's were shorter. However, both pairs of boots were white with golden tips.
Bulma hastily brushed her hair and put it up with a hair tie that she found near the brush. By the time Vegeta and Bulma exited the bathing room the only sign that a fight had ever occurred was their growling stomachs.
Two guards opened the doors, and Vegeta and Bulma entered side-by-side. Vegeta's suit showed off his muscles, and he towered a whole head higher then Bulma. Bulma on the other hand looked as if she were a warrior goddess. The suit accented all her curves and you could tell that there wasn't an ounce of fat on her entire body.
The ladies stood as one and bowed deeply. Bulma was utterly revolted by the amount of skin that they were willingly showing and fought to keep her face neutral.
:If I hadn't used up so much of my energy I would have lost my appetite just from looking at them!: Bulma sent to Vegeta.
:I could say the same,: Vegeta sent back as he, too, fought to keep the disgust he felt off his face too. :Unfortunately, I must spend the next couple of weeks with them.:
:You forget,: Bulma replied. : Since I agreed to compete, so must I.: