Chapter 5
Fury
Bulma and Vegeta ended their mental conversation and took their seats at the table. Vegeta sat to the left of Vegeta no Ou and Bulma sat at the opposite end of the table, which was as far away from the ladies as she could get. Bulma tuned out everything and attacked her food with the same feriousity that Vegeta was attacking his with.
"I must admit Vegeta is a damn good fighter," Bulma thought, though she would never admit it aloud. "The fight did end in a draw, but only due to the fact that Vegeta no Ou interrupted it. I doubt that I would have won if we had continued."
***
Vegeta had no doubt in his mind that Bulma was going to show these little weaklings what a real lady was.
"I'll push her to her limits and beyond," Vegeta thought, continuing to shovel food into his mouth. "I'm fairly certain that I'll be able to beat her when it comes time for the tournament."
Vegeta growled so low that no one heard him.
"Damn! If I slip up more than once she'll win," Vegeta glared at Bulma for a moment before turning his attention back to his food.
***
"How on earth can she eat like a pig?" whispered one of the "ladies". She had blond hair and ugly green eyes that were almost brown. She wasn't impressive looking at all, in Bulma's opinion.
Bulma growled and mumbled, "Those idiots, they don't even realize that I can hear them!"
"I bet that she has been doing something other than sparring with the prince," whispered one of the ladies from across the table. This lady had brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her dress was, by far, the showiest of all. Bulma felt ready to hurl just from glancing at her.
Bulma dug her nails into the oak table as she fought to keep a rein on her famous temper.
"Like the prince would sink that low," said yet another lady. She had black hair and emerald eyes. Her face was pretty enough, but a board would have had more curves than she did.
They all giggled, and Bulma wanted nothing other than to rip off their little heads. Despite Bulma's attempts her ki suddenly increased to its max, causing the queen, king, and prince's heads to snap up in unison.
Bulma dematerialized and reappeared above the "ladies". Their laughing stopped immediately, and they paled visibly.
"Let me make this loud and clear," Bulma hissed, her eyes smoldering with suppressed rage. "I'm no pig, I'm not trying to seduce the prince, and I am most certainly not sleeping with him. I'm sparring with him. Let me spell it out for you S-P-A-R-R-I-N-G! Got that? Now if you all behave like the little air-headed sluts that we all know you are, I won't sing for you. Annoy me even once and I won't hesitate to do just that!"
"Oh no!" said the blond. "She must have a really bad voice or something."
"Quite the contrary," Bulma replied smiling sweetly. "Allow me to demonstrate."
The royal family all paled and Bulma said, "It won't affect anyone this time."
Bulma sang a simple tune that she made up on the spot and said, "Sweet dreams ladies."
She dematerialized to set her rage free in her GR.
* * *
"What was the point of that?" asked the blond.
Vegeta no Ou took the opportunity to explain what Bulma was and concluded with, "Unless you wish to suffer a horrible fate then I suggest that you stay away from her and heed her warning. For you are lucky to get even one."
***
When Bulma rematerialized in her GR she punched in the activation code and set the machine to its max, which was 200g. Bulma's ki was so high that the palace shook. It sky rocketed to new heights every time that she pictured one of the 'ladies' faces. After she had blasted and broken all the bots she turned the gravity up to 250, pushing the machine beyond what it could handle, hoping for a challenge. Her hopes were dashed when she reentered the training area to find that she could only barely feel the gravity.
Suddenly the haze in her mind cleared a little, and the red mist in her eyes went away too.
"I need to calm myself down", Bulma thought. "Otherwise I'm going over load my body and my GR."
Training clearly wasn't helping. Lightning was crackling around her, scorching the room. "I'll have to build a new GR now that I've nearly destroyed this one. I owe my new found strength to those idiotic ladies."
That thought nearly sent her back into her rage. She sat, crossed legged, mid air when an idea suddenly came her.
"I can meditate!" Bulma thought happily. First Bulma checked to make sure that the locks were secure and that not even Vegeta no Ou, Daya or Vegeta no Ouji would be able to enter. She sent herself into a deep trance. From there she pictured her favorite place, even if it wasn't real. She sent herself there mentally and the palace's shaking abated.
Bulma stood to the side of a river. Its water was crystal clear and Bulma doubted that a blue so pure could exist anywhere save a utopia. The bottom of the river was covered with pale white sand that was very pleasant to lie on if one could breathe under water.
At one end of the river there was a waterfall that extended up into the clouds, so the water seemed to be spraying down from the heavens. A light mist covered the ground on either side water where the waterfall met the river. A rock jutted out of the waterfall, parting the water to reveal a cave that was always the perfect temperature.
A light, springy moss covered the ground on either side of the river until the forest began. Lush green flora grew just outside the forest, making one feel that there was so much life inside the forest that it could not contain all greenery, and plants came out of it, like water over flowing a dam after a flood.
Bulma placed her clothes in a neat pile away from the water and dove in. She resurfaced and sighed. "If only this place existed," Bulma thought, flying to the top of the waterfall.
Once landed on the rocky ledge at the top of the falls she suppressed her ki to nothing at all, took a deep breath of the clean air, and dove towards the river bellow. She flipped and spun until she was a few feet away from the water and dove in with out making a sound or causing the water to do so much as ripple.
After swimming for hours, she finally banished all thoughts of the "ladies" from her mind. Reluctantly, she left the water and took a short nap so that she could dry off in the sun. When she awoke she stretched and dressed quickly. With one thought she was back in her body, sitting mid air in her GR.
Bulma still could now feel the effects of 250g and was sent crashing to the ground. Bulma was barely able to raise herself to her knees. She sat panting and took a moment to survey the damage. Some of the parts of the GR would be salvageable, but not most would have to be rebuilt from scratch.
"In the morning I'll have ask Vegeta no Ou or Daya if I could use the laboratory, if they have one, while I construct my new GR," Bulma thought. "I suppose that I should thank the 'ladies' since because of them my power level has increased somewhat."
Over the next hour Bulma crawled out of the training room to the room where the controls were. Bulma hadn't put the controls in the training room because she was worried that if she destroyed them while she was training then she might not have been able to switch the gravity off, but now she was wishing that she had put them in the training room. Bulma took a break in the control room to recover. When she was rested she stood up, though her legs shook from exhaustion.
As soon as Bulma entered the training room she regretted that she didn't have enough energy left to teleport to her room. The "ladies" were still in their ball gowns. and they watched Vegeta with dreamy looks on their faces. He was currently on the balance beam, but he dismounted as soon as he sensed that Bulma had entered the room.
"Spar with me Onna!" Vegeta commanded, landing in front of her.
"Why would I do a thing like that Vegetable head?" Bulma asked, playing dumb.
"I demand respect Onna, I am the pri." Vegeta never finished his sentence because Bulma placed two fingers on his mouth, effectively quieting him.
"Listen you, as I said before you have to earn my respect," Bulma said tiredly. "So far you have done nothing to do so."
Vegeta did not know what to say. So, on that final note Bulma walked slowly out of the Royal Training Room. Once Bulma reached her room, she took a bath. When she had finally relaxed all of her muscles she retreated to her bed, which her bots had straightened for her. Bulma was asleep before her head touched the pillow. She slept peacefully.
Bulma jolted away when she sensed some one entering her room and formed a small ki blast in her hand, arms out stretched in front of her. She launched the ki ball as the intruder entered but stopped it mid attack when she found that it was only Daya who had entered the room.
"I'm terrible sorry," Bulma said, for the queen looked faintly alarmed.
"Its quite alright, dear," said Daya, recovering quickly. "That was some show that you put on last night though. I came to the training room to check on you, but it was shaking so badly that I had to leave."
Bulma blushed a scarlet red but said nothing.
"You sure do know how to make friends," said Daya jokingly.
"Why on Vegetasei would I want to be friends with things like them?" Bulma asked. "I would be degrading myself if I lowered myself to their level."
"I understand, dear," replied the queen, perching on the end of Bulma's bed. "I must warn you though, each of them is a princess, and therefore have very powerful fathers. But that's not why I came here so early."
"Why did you come then?" Bulma asked.
"You must wear something formal today Bulma," said Daya. "That means nothing with pants."
Bulma growled and said, "I think that I have something like that. You'll have to tell me if it's formal enough though."
With that Bulma flew towards her closet, her tail swaying lazily behind her. She entered the enormous closet, closed the doors behind her and put on her favorite gown.
It was made of a thin white material and clung to her torso like a second skin. The dress left her shoulders bare, and the sleeves were tight until they reached her wrists. At that point the back of the sleeves began trailing to the ground, getting wider as they neared the floor. The gown clung to her hips also and then it, too, became wider and wider until it reached the ground.
The gown laced up in the back with golden string, and a gold cord hung on her hips. It trailed half way to the ground. She put on a pair of white doeskin slippers and teleported to her bathroom.
She brushed her hair and decided to leave it down. She applied a small amount of golden eye shadow to her eyes and reentered her room.
Fury
Bulma and Vegeta ended their mental conversation and took their seats at the table. Vegeta sat to the left of Vegeta no Ou and Bulma sat at the opposite end of the table, which was as far away from the ladies as she could get. Bulma tuned out everything and attacked her food with the same feriousity that Vegeta was attacking his with.
"I must admit Vegeta is a damn good fighter," Bulma thought, though she would never admit it aloud. "The fight did end in a draw, but only due to the fact that Vegeta no Ou interrupted it. I doubt that I would have won if we had continued."
***
Vegeta had no doubt in his mind that Bulma was going to show these little weaklings what a real lady was.
"I'll push her to her limits and beyond," Vegeta thought, continuing to shovel food into his mouth. "I'm fairly certain that I'll be able to beat her when it comes time for the tournament."
Vegeta growled so low that no one heard him.
"Damn! If I slip up more than once she'll win," Vegeta glared at Bulma for a moment before turning his attention back to his food.
***
"How on earth can she eat like a pig?" whispered one of the "ladies". She had blond hair and ugly green eyes that were almost brown. She wasn't impressive looking at all, in Bulma's opinion.
Bulma growled and mumbled, "Those idiots, they don't even realize that I can hear them!"
"I bet that she has been doing something other than sparring with the prince," whispered one of the ladies from across the table. This lady had brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her dress was, by far, the showiest of all. Bulma felt ready to hurl just from glancing at her.
Bulma dug her nails into the oak table as she fought to keep a rein on her famous temper.
"Like the prince would sink that low," said yet another lady. She had black hair and emerald eyes. Her face was pretty enough, but a board would have had more curves than she did.
They all giggled, and Bulma wanted nothing other than to rip off their little heads. Despite Bulma's attempts her ki suddenly increased to its max, causing the queen, king, and prince's heads to snap up in unison.
Bulma dematerialized and reappeared above the "ladies". Their laughing stopped immediately, and they paled visibly.
"Let me make this loud and clear," Bulma hissed, her eyes smoldering with suppressed rage. "I'm no pig, I'm not trying to seduce the prince, and I am most certainly not sleeping with him. I'm sparring with him. Let me spell it out for you S-P-A-R-R-I-N-G! Got that? Now if you all behave like the little air-headed sluts that we all know you are, I won't sing for you. Annoy me even once and I won't hesitate to do just that!"
"Oh no!" said the blond. "She must have a really bad voice or something."
"Quite the contrary," Bulma replied smiling sweetly. "Allow me to demonstrate."
The royal family all paled and Bulma said, "It won't affect anyone this time."
Bulma sang a simple tune that she made up on the spot and said, "Sweet dreams ladies."
She dematerialized to set her rage free in her GR.
* * *
"What was the point of that?" asked the blond.
Vegeta no Ou took the opportunity to explain what Bulma was and concluded with, "Unless you wish to suffer a horrible fate then I suggest that you stay away from her and heed her warning. For you are lucky to get even one."
***
When Bulma rematerialized in her GR she punched in the activation code and set the machine to its max, which was 200g. Bulma's ki was so high that the palace shook. It sky rocketed to new heights every time that she pictured one of the 'ladies' faces. After she had blasted and broken all the bots she turned the gravity up to 250, pushing the machine beyond what it could handle, hoping for a challenge. Her hopes were dashed when she reentered the training area to find that she could only barely feel the gravity.
Suddenly the haze in her mind cleared a little, and the red mist in her eyes went away too.
"I need to calm myself down", Bulma thought. "Otherwise I'm going over load my body and my GR."
Training clearly wasn't helping. Lightning was crackling around her, scorching the room. "I'll have to build a new GR now that I've nearly destroyed this one. I owe my new found strength to those idiotic ladies."
That thought nearly sent her back into her rage. She sat, crossed legged, mid air when an idea suddenly came her.
"I can meditate!" Bulma thought happily. First Bulma checked to make sure that the locks were secure and that not even Vegeta no Ou, Daya or Vegeta no Ouji would be able to enter. She sent herself into a deep trance. From there she pictured her favorite place, even if it wasn't real. She sent herself there mentally and the palace's shaking abated.
Bulma stood to the side of a river. Its water was crystal clear and Bulma doubted that a blue so pure could exist anywhere save a utopia. The bottom of the river was covered with pale white sand that was very pleasant to lie on if one could breathe under water.
At one end of the river there was a waterfall that extended up into the clouds, so the water seemed to be spraying down from the heavens. A light mist covered the ground on either side water where the waterfall met the river. A rock jutted out of the waterfall, parting the water to reveal a cave that was always the perfect temperature.
A light, springy moss covered the ground on either side of the river until the forest began. Lush green flora grew just outside the forest, making one feel that there was so much life inside the forest that it could not contain all greenery, and plants came out of it, like water over flowing a dam after a flood.
Bulma placed her clothes in a neat pile away from the water and dove in. She resurfaced and sighed. "If only this place existed," Bulma thought, flying to the top of the waterfall.
Once landed on the rocky ledge at the top of the falls she suppressed her ki to nothing at all, took a deep breath of the clean air, and dove towards the river bellow. She flipped and spun until she was a few feet away from the water and dove in with out making a sound or causing the water to do so much as ripple.
After swimming for hours, she finally banished all thoughts of the "ladies" from her mind. Reluctantly, she left the water and took a short nap so that she could dry off in the sun. When she awoke she stretched and dressed quickly. With one thought she was back in her body, sitting mid air in her GR.
Bulma still could now feel the effects of 250g and was sent crashing to the ground. Bulma was barely able to raise herself to her knees. She sat panting and took a moment to survey the damage. Some of the parts of the GR would be salvageable, but not most would have to be rebuilt from scratch.
"In the morning I'll have ask Vegeta no Ou or Daya if I could use the laboratory, if they have one, while I construct my new GR," Bulma thought. "I suppose that I should thank the 'ladies' since because of them my power level has increased somewhat."
Over the next hour Bulma crawled out of the training room to the room where the controls were. Bulma hadn't put the controls in the training room because she was worried that if she destroyed them while she was training then she might not have been able to switch the gravity off, but now she was wishing that she had put them in the training room. Bulma took a break in the control room to recover. When she was rested she stood up, though her legs shook from exhaustion.
As soon as Bulma entered the training room she regretted that she didn't have enough energy left to teleport to her room. The "ladies" were still in their ball gowns. and they watched Vegeta with dreamy looks on their faces. He was currently on the balance beam, but he dismounted as soon as he sensed that Bulma had entered the room.
"Spar with me Onna!" Vegeta commanded, landing in front of her.
"Why would I do a thing like that Vegetable head?" Bulma asked, playing dumb.
"I demand respect Onna, I am the pri." Vegeta never finished his sentence because Bulma placed two fingers on his mouth, effectively quieting him.
"Listen you, as I said before you have to earn my respect," Bulma said tiredly. "So far you have done nothing to do so."
Vegeta did not know what to say. So, on that final note Bulma walked slowly out of the Royal Training Room. Once Bulma reached her room, she took a bath. When she had finally relaxed all of her muscles she retreated to her bed, which her bots had straightened for her. Bulma was asleep before her head touched the pillow. She slept peacefully.
Bulma jolted away when she sensed some one entering her room and formed a small ki blast in her hand, arms out stretched in front of her. She launched the ki ball as the intruder entered but stopped it mid attack when she found that it was only Daya who had entered the room.
"I'm terrible sorry," Bulma said, for the queen looked faintly alarmed.
"Its quite alright, dear," said Daya, recovering quickly. "That was some show that you put on last night though. I came to the training room to check on you, but it was shaking so badly that I had to leave."
Bulma blushed a scarlet red but said nothing.
"You sure do know how to make friends," said Daya jokingly.
"Why on Vegetasei would I want to be friends with things like them?" Bulma asked. "I would be degrading myself if I lowered myself to their level."
"I understand, dear," replied the queen, perching on the end of Bulma's bed. "I must warn you though, each of them is a princess, and therefore have very powerful fathers. But that's not why I came here so early."
"Why did you come then?" Bulma asked.
"You must wear something formal today Bulma," said Daya. "That means nothing with pants."
Bulma growled and said, "I think that I have something like that. You'll have to tell me if it's formal enough though."
With that Bulma flew towards her closet, her tail swaying lazily behind her. She entered the enormous closet, closed the doors behind her and put on her favorite gown.
It was made of a thin white material and clung to her torso like a second skin. The dress left her shoulders bare, and the sleeves were tight until they reached her wrists. At that point the back of the sleeves began trailing to the ground, getting wider as they neared the floor. The gown clung to her hips also and then it, too, became wider and wider until it reached the ground.
The gown laced up in the back with golden string, and a gold cord hung on her hips. It trailed half way to the ground. She put on a pair of white doeskin slippers and teleported to her bathroom.
She brushed her hair and decided to leave it down. She applied a small amount of golden eye shadow to her eyes and reentered her room.