~*~*~*~*Author's Note:
*staggers into the bright light of day and collapses* WHAM!!!!
I AM SO SORRY!! I'VE BEEN LAZY, PILED WITH HOMEWORK, NEGLECTANT, STUPID, MORONIC...*goes on, and begins banging head against wall*
I'm sorry guys! (as if you couldn't tell...O.o)
Oh yeah, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd all find the time to go and read my other story, "The Fool".
Now, without FURTHER delay...!*~*~*~*~
**Extra note: I can't do the special thank you's anymore because now I have so many people to thank.I could make a whole chapter of nothing but thank you's! WHAT?! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!! *runs like a maniac from an angry mob and continuously ducks flying tomato's and other edible substances* That doesn't mean I don't want reviews! Please oh please review me!
***Extra EXTRA note: This chapter is an exception and is dedicated to Phoenix67851@aol.com! (
Bulma's fist slammed against the padded sack of sand. Pain swam throughout her entire body causing her (for the millionth time) to feel terribly sick.
"Well I never was one to deal with pain..." she unwarily stated aloud, "But I'll be DAMNED IF I DON'T WIN THAT CONTEST!" Her outstretched foot connected with the tight leather, breaking a giant hole in its side.
The woman dropped to her shaking knees and smiled, sweat rolling down her slightly arched back. "I did it..."
********
Raditz shook his head. "I still don't believe you."
Raditz's head connected with the uninviting wall.
"WELL BELIEVE IT!" Vegeta yelled angrily, then smirked, "Is it that hard to believe she'd fall for me?" His friend whimpered and curled into a little ball. The prince smiled. "Well I didn't think so." "Besides..." he lowered his voice, "I need to find a mate soon."
He looked down at the crystal glass of raspberry red wine in his gloved hand. The liquid's reflectance quality was beautiful. The white lights glowing above him bounced off its tainted surface and reflected onto his face.
Raditz clambered to his feet and stayed close to the farthest wall. "Prince...I think you should make absolutely sure that she...she..." He quieted up at the death glare his prince was giving him.
Vegeta set the clear glass down on the table and turned to face Raditz. "If you say one more-!" A noise sounded ahead of him, and, in the slight shock, Vegeta knocked his wine glass into his lap, spraying the liquid onto his bluish pants.
The oaken double doors creaked and opened, revealing a very sweaty Bulma. Her already tight clothes were now hugging every curve, and her aquamarine hair was in a loose ponytail, now also plastered to her body. She was balancing a white towel around her neck, holding it at its left and right ends.
Her white and dark blue athlete's shoes made the faintest of squeaks as she walked by a gaping Vegeta and a dumbstruck friend.
The prince suddenly remembered himself, and in one swift motion, crossed his legs to hide the embarrassing, red stain.
Raditz snorted a little, then stopped. "RADITZ...!" an annoyed Vegeta warned uncrossing his legs to stomp his foot on the ground.
As she walked by, Bulma looked down at Vegeta's sudden movement and saw the red stain covering the prince's lap. She giggled a little, and then narrowed her eyes to challenging, yet seductive slits.
"You in heat or something?"
Vegeta's face flushed over with a light shade of red. She almost applauded him for retaining his composure.
"No," he growled, staring her straight in the eyes.
Raditz burst into a fit of girlish giggles. "Yes...!" he snickered.
"RADITZ!" Vegeta roared, jumping to his feet and sliding into stance.
It was at that point that Raditz the warrior screamed like a little girl, flung his hands up high in the air and ran straight through the wall.
Without looking back, Vegeta powered up; the bright flames of blue washing over his body cackled like fire and swam like liquid. Adding an extra boom of energy, he crouched and lunged horizontally, flying faster and faster to the screaming saijain.
Bulma watched, her towel dropping to the ground. She looked down, crying softly. "When will I...ever be able to do that?"
********
"LET THE GAMES...BEGIN!"
It was four months later, and Bulma was about seven years stronger. Not only had she trained day and night...she'd also paid a little visit back to Earth where she entered the hyperbolic time chamber over and over again, never aging and only missed for a short time.
Well.she thought, missed by MOST people for a short time...She dared another glance at Glitter, her ex-best friend. Oh Glit...she thought, then whispered aloud, "...why couldn't we just forgive each other...?!"
Glitter turned her pretty head and made quick eye contact with Bulma, before angrily turning away again. "Don't stare at a superior race, Earthling," Glitter called out, refusing to look at the aquamarine haired woman. But she didn't mean it.
In fact, Glitter mused, Bulma has gotten so much stronger...I doubt she's inferior to any of us anymore...
Bulma shouted a long string of curse words at Glitter, shaking her fist, ending with, "AND IF YOU THINK YOU'RE SO GOD-DAMN SUPERIOR, WHY AREN'T YOU ENTERING THE CONTEST YOURSELF, HMM?!?"
Glitter murmured a few apologies to the saijains she was conversing with, and made her way over to Bulma. Once reaching her, Glitter placed her hands on her hips and stared the woman down.
"What?" Bulma asked, "You have to ACT all high and mighty to make yourself feel stronger than me...! Well let me tell you something, Glit! I've trained long and hard for four whole months and-!"
Glitter slapped her ex-friend square in the jaw, spinning her around. "Don't play games with me, Bulma. I KNOW you went into the CHAMBER. And I KNOW you've done something else...illegal if I'm not mistaken..."
"What are you talking about?" Bulma sneered.
"You went to Earth and-"
"I KNOW you know that, but I'm talking about the second thing you said. What was that? Illegal?!" she hissed.
Glitter smirked. "Yes. Illegal." Her head made a small motion to the syringe barely peeking out of the earthling's leather belt.
"Wha...? Oh, you mean this?" Bulma freed it and held it before the two of them.
"You would use steroids..." Glitter growled, fists clenching, "...IN AN HONEST TOURNAMENT?! YOU WANT THE PRIZE THAT MUCH?! BULMA YOU'RE DISGUSTING!" So she wasn't sleeping with Turlis...she did it all to get at Prince Vegeta...! Glitter's mind yelled.
Bulma's face twisted into an unreadable expression. It's just money...why is she getting all worked up about it? Ah...I see...she WANTS to pick a fight. Steroids my ass... Bulma thought to herself, then said aloud, "Glitter, these AREN'T steroids, I DON'T need them."
"You're asking me to believe that you're entering a saijain tournament and you aren't using steroids in some form?"
"Exactly."
Glitter scoffed. "I'm not stupid Bulma. That needle must contain an extract you made from a saijain and you're going to inject it to combine your newly acquired strength with a saijain's."
"THAT ISN'T TRUE!"
"Then what, pray tell, is it, Earth Girl?"
Bulma shook with fury. Up until half a year ago, Glitter had been an "Earth Girl". Where did she get off belittling Bulma like that?
"It's a very weak knock-out potion. I was going to use it on myself an hour before my turn to fight so I could have the optimum amount of rest, if you MUST know." She growled. "Now if you'll excuse me," Bulma whirled away from the stunned female and slammed right into Vegeta's chest.
"Ow...Vegeta!" Bulma yelped. "Wha...you're supposed to be in the stands watching!" she yelled after regaining her composure.
"Woman," Vegeta's voice rumbled in its usual (sexy) way, "I'm going to tell you one last time: DON'T ENTER!"
"Why not, Vegeta? Because you know I'll make a mockery of your pathetic saijain race?"
Vegeta's temper flared and he raised a hand in warning of a slap. Bulma cringed. The males WERE far stronger than the females.
"Woman...the prize-!" Vegeta yelled close to hysteria, waving his arms around in disbelief.
"Ah yes, the PRIZE." Bulma smiled. The money's as good as mine! "I will win it, you'll see! And I have every intension of licking it alllllll up!" She then walked swiftly around him and to her personal area to train and rest for the next three hours before her turn.
"Lick..." Vegeta's face washed itself over in deep cherry red and his eye twitched a little. He turned and watched Bulma stride over to her chambers and shook his head in disbelief.
The crowd roared, causing Vegeta to jump a little. He cursed at his lack of composure. That damn woman is going to cost me my life someday...she's occupying every ounce of my mind...! How annoying... He growled and looked up at a giant, black screen with orange neon lights. They read, "WINNER!" on the left and "LOSER" on the right.
He looked casually over to where this "WINNER" stood, and then took a step back. She was quite possibly the most unattractive woman on the entire planet. She must have weighed an easy 400 pounds and was wearing unbelievably tight spandex. He shuddered. Please don't let someone like THAT win.his mind begged of the heavens, I doubt I'd survive! Wait.what am I talking about?! This whole thing is ridiculous! I'm to share a bed with some stranger...again...and...aragh! His temper was rising to a dangerous level, and the other always-alert saijains began backing away from him.
Cursing he flew up to his balcony to watch the rest of the tournament.
********
RIIINNNNNGGG!!!
Bulma reached up and her wrist snapped backward, sending a volt of energy at the annoying alarm.
Somewhat still asleep, the Earth woman got to her feet, barely missing the empty syringe lying dangerously on the floor. She bent backward and picked it up, eventually tossing it over her shoulder into a wastebasket near the rightmost corner of the room.
Stretch walking, Bulma turned to her intercom and pressed the blinking red button.
"Ms. Briefs," a robotic voice buzzed, high-pitched and irritating, "You have ten minutes until you must fight. Please be ready and good luck." The light faded away to a dull, deep red.
Bulma, now fully awake, nodded and turned to the dull, wooden, cedar chest at the foot of her bed. Reaching in it, she pulled out a royal blue spandex body suit, white, gold-tipped boots and matching gloves. Matching armor was also produced from the chest.
To think, Bulma's mind said with scorn and distaste, thousands of millions of women all wearing the same thing! How tacky!
Something green caught her eye, and Bulma turned, still holding the clothes, to it. The cause of her turn was her beige, cordless phone. The small screen on the cradle part was blinking. Curiously she pressed a finger to it and listened to the voice.
"YOU HAVE...ONE...NEW MESSAGE," yet another annoying, robotic voice said, then changed into a familiar, throaty, male voice.
"Hey there Bulma! It's Turlis. I...um...uh...well you know...I just wanted...to say...well...I'll be in the stands cheering for you! Good luck!" BEEEEEP. It was the end of the message.
She pressed the "Delete Message" button and sighed. Turlis had acted pretty strange when she told him she planned on entering the contest. Actually everyone's been acting strange.she thought, wondering why. But Turlis, after getting over the "shock", had remained 100 percent supportive of her every move. He was so sweet...
The first annoying voice sounded off again.
"Three minutes, Ms. Briefs."
Bulma nodded and grinned, a spark of energy cracking like lightning through and over her body.
I AM SO SORRY!! I'VE BEEN LAZY, PILED WITH HOMEWORK, NEGLECTANT, STUPID, MORONIC...*goes on, and begins banging head against wall*
I'm sorry guys! (as if you couldn't tell...O.o)
Oh yeah, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd all find the time to go and read my other story, "The Fool".
Now, without FURTHER delay...!*~*~*~*~
**Extra note: I can't do the special thank you's anymore because now I have so many people to thank.I could make a whole chapter of nothing but thank you's! WHAT?! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!! *runs like a maniac from an angry mob and continuously ducks flying tomato's and other edible substances* That doesn't mean I don't want reviews! Please oh please review me!
***Extra EXTRA note: This chapter is an exception and is dedicated to Phoenix67851@aol.com! (
Bulma's fist slammed against the padded sack of sand. Pain swam throughout her entire body causing her (for the millionth time) to feel terribly sick.
"Well I never was one to deal with pain..." she unwarily stated aloud, "But I'll be DAMNED IF I DON'T WIN THAT CONTEST!" Her outstretched foot connected with the tight leather, breaking a giant hole in its side.
The woman dropped to her shaking knees and smiled, sweat rolling down her slightly arched back. "I did it..."
********
Raditz shook his head. "I still don't believe you."
Raditz's head connected with the uninviting wall.
"WELL BELIEVE IT!" Vegeta yelled angrily, then smirked, "Is it that hard to believe she'd fall for me?" His friend whimpered and curled into a little ball. The prince smiled. "Well I didn't think so." "Besides..." he lowered his voice, "I need to find a mate soon."
He looked down at the crystal glass of raspberry red wine in his gloved hand. The liquid's reflectance quality was beautiful. The white lights glowing above him bounced off its tainted surface and reflected onto his face.
Raditz clambered to his feet and stayed close to the farthest wall. "Prince...I think you should make absolutely sure that she...she..." He quieted up at the death glare his prince was giving him.
Vegeta set the clear glass down on the table and turned to face Raditz. "If you say one more-!" A noise sounded ahead of him, and, in the slight shock, Vegeta knocked his wine glass into his lap, spraying the liquid onto his bluish pants.
The oaken double doors creaked and opened, revealing a very sweaty Bulma. Her already tight clothes were now hugging every curve, and her aquamarine hair was in a loose ponytail, now also plastered to her body. She was balancing a white towel around her neck, holding it at its left and right ends.
Her white and dark blue athlete's shoes made the faintest of squeaks as she walked by a gaping Vegeta and a dumbstruck friend.
The prince suddenly remembered himself, and in one swift motion, crossed his legs to hide the embarrassing, red stain.
Raditz snorted a little, then stopped. "RADITZ...!" an annoyed Vegeta warned uncrossing his legs to stomp his foot on the ground.
As she walked by, Bulma looked down at Vegeta's sudden movement and saw the red stain covering the prince's lap. She giggled a little, and then narrowed her eyes to challenging, yet seductive slits.
"You in heat or something?"
Vegeta's face flushed over with a light shade of red. She almost applauded him for retaining his composure.
"No," he growled, staring her straight in the eyes.
Raditz burst into a fit of girlish giggles. "Yes...!" he snickered.
"RADITZ!" Vegeta roared, jumping to his feet and sliding into stance.
It was at that point that Raditz the warrior screamed like a little girl, flung his hands up high in the air and ran straight through the wall.
Without looking back, Vegeta powered up; the bright flames of blue washing over his body cackled like fire and swam like liquid. Adding an extra boom of energy, he crouched and lunged horizontally, flying faster and faster to the screaming saijain.
Bulma watched, her towel dropping to the ground. She looked down, crying softly. "When will I...ever be able to do that?"
********
"LET THE GAMES...BEGIN!"
It was four months later, and Bulma was about seven years stronger. Not only had she trained day and night...she'd also paid a little visit back to Earth where she entered the hyperbolic time chamber over and over again, never aging and only missed for a short time.
Well.she thought, missed by MOST people for a short time...She dared another glance at Glitter, her ex-best friend. Oh Glit...she thought, then whispered aloud, "...why couldn't we just forgive each other...?!"
Glitter turned her pretty head and made quick eye contact with Bulma, before angrily turning away again. "Don't stare at a superior race, Earthling," Glitter called out, refusing to look at the aquamarine haired woman. But she didn't mean it.
In fact, Glitter mused, Bulma has gotten so much stronger...I doubt she's inferior to any of us anymore...
Bulma shouted a long string of curse words at Glitter, shaking her fist, ending with, "AND IF YOU THINK YOU'RE SO GOD-DAMN SUPERIOR, WHY AREN'T YOU ENTERING THE CONTEST YOURSELF, HMM?!?"
Glitter murmured a few apologies to the saijains she was conversing with, and made her way over to Bulma. Once reaching her, Glitter placed her hands on her hips and stared the woman down.
"What?" Bulma asked, "You have to ACT all high and mighty to make yourself feel stronger than me...! Well let me tell you something, Glit! I've trained long and hard for four whole months and-!"
Glitter slapped her ex-friend square in the jaw, spinning her around. "Don't play games with me, Bulma. I KNOW you went into the CHAMBER. And I KNOW you've done something else...illegal if I'm not mistaken..."
"What are you talking about?" Bulma sneered.
"You went to Earth and-"
"I KNOW you know that, but I'm talking about the second thing you said. What was that? Illegal?!" she hissed.
Glitter smirked. "Yes. Illegal." Her head made a small motion to the syringe barely peeking out of the earthling's leather belt.
"Wha...? Oh, you mean this?" Bulma freed it and held it before the two of them.
"You would use steroids..." Glitter growled, fists clenching, "...IN AN HONEST TOURNAMENT?! YOU WANT THE PRIZE THAT MUCH?! BULMA YOU'RE DISGUSTING!" So she wasn't sleeping with Turlis...she did it all to get at Prince Vegeta...! Glitter's mind yelled.
Bulma's face twisted into an unreadable expression. It's just money...why is she getting all worked up about it? Ah...I see...she WANTS to pick a fight. Steroids my ass... Bulma thought to herself, then said aloud, "Glitter, these AREN'T steroids, I DON'T need them."
"You're asking me to believe that you're entering a saijain tournament and you aren't using steroids in some form?"
"Exactly."
Glitter scoffed. "I'm not stupid Bulma. That needle must contain an extract you made from a saijain and you're going to inject it to combine your newly acquired strength with a saijain's."
"THAT ISN'T TRUE!"
"Then what, pray tell, is it, Earth Girl?"
Bulma shook with fury. Up until half a year ago, Glitter had been an "Earth Girl". Where did she get off belittling Bulma like that?
"It's a very weak knock-out potion. I was going to use it on myself an hour before my turn to fight so I could have the optimum amount of rest, if you MUST know." She growled. "Now if you'll excuse me," Bulma whirled away from the stunned female and slammed right into Vegeta's chest.
"Ow...Vegeta!" Bulma yelped. "Wha...you're supposed to be in the stands watching!" she yelled after regaining her composure.
"Woman," Vegeta's voice rumbled in its usual (sexy) way, "I'm going to tell you one last time: DON'T ENTER!"
"Why not, Vegeta? Because you know I'll make a mockery of your pathetic saijain race?"
Vegeta's temper flared and he raised a hand in warning of a slap. Bulma cringed. The males WERE far stronger than the females.
"Woman...the prize-!" Vegeta yelled close to hysteria, waving his arms around in disbelief.
"Ah yes, the PRIZE." Bulma smiled. The money's as good as mine! "I will win it, you'll see! And I have every intension of licking it alllllll up!" She then walked swiftly around him and to her personal area to train and rest for the next three hours before her turn.
"Lick..." Vegeta's face washed itself over in deep cherry red and his eye twitched a little. He turned and watched Bulma stride over to her chambers and shook his head in disbelief.
The crowd roared, causing Vegeta to jump a little. He cursed at his lack of composure. That damn woman is going to cost me my life someday...she's occupying every ounce of my mind...! How annoying... He growled and looked up at a giant, black screen with orange neon lights. They read, "WINNER!" on the left and "LOSER" on the right.
He looked casually over to where this "WINNER" stood, and then took a step back. She was quite possibly the most unattractive woman on the entire planet. She must have weighed an easy 400 pounds and was wearing unbelievably tight spandex. He shuddered. Please don't let someone like THAT win.his mind begged of the heavens, I doubt I'd survive! Wait.what am I talking about?! This whole thing is ridiculous! I'm to share a bed with some stranger...again...and...aragh! His temper was rising to a dangerous level, and the other always-alert saijains began backing away from him.
Cursing he flew up to his balcony to watch the rest of the tournament.
********
RIIINNNNNGGG!!!
Bulma reached up and her wrist snapped backward, sending a volt of energy at the annoying alarm.
Somewhat still asleep, the Earth woman got to her feet, barely missing the empty syringe lying dangerously on the floor. She bent backward and picked it up, eventually tossing it over her shoulder into a wastebasket near the rightmost corner of the room.
Stretch walking, Bulma turned to her intercom and pressed the blinking red button.
"Ms. Briefs," a robotic voice buzzed, high-pitched and irritating, "You have ten minutes until you must fight. Please be ready and good luck." The light faded away to a dull, deep red.
Bulma, now fully awake, nodded and turned to the dull, wooden, cedar chest at the foot of her bed. Reaching in it, she pulled out a royal blue spandex body suit, white, gold-tipped boots and matching gloves. Matching armor was also produced from the chest.
To think, Bulma's mind said with scorn and distaste, thousands of millions of women all wearing the same thing! How tacky!
Something green caught her eye, and Bulma turned, still holding the clothes, to it. The cause of her turn was her beige, cordless phone. The small screen on the cradle part was blinking. Curiously she pressed a finger to it and listened to the voice.
"YOU HAVE...ONE...NEW MESSAGE," yet another annoying, robotic voice said, then changed into a familiar, throaty, male voice.
"Hey there Bulma! It's Turlis. I...um...uh...well you know...I just wanted...to say...well...I'll be in the stands cheering for you! Good luck!" BEEEEEP. It was the end of the message.
She pressed the "Delete Message" button and sighed. Turlis had acted pretty strange when she told him she planned on entering the contest. Actually everyone's been acting strange.she thought, wondering why. But Turlis, after getting over the "shock", had remained 100 percent supportive of her every move. He was so sweet...
The first annoying voice sounded off again.
"Three minutes, Ms. Briefs."
Bulma nodded and grinned, a spark of energy cracking like lightning through and over her body.