Dragonballz: Sleeping with the Enemy

chapter 3 written by Noble....

"WOMAN!!!"

"Yes Vegeta what is it?" replied Bulma all too boredly.

"Where are my training drones?! I demanded them to be done in one day, not two now where are they?!" growled a very impatient Vegeta, eager to get on with training.

"They can be shoved your ass for all I care you royal pig! I am working around the clock fixing YOUR meals, constantly fixing the gravity room when YOU break it and all I get are your insults and not even a thank you, well guess what buster? i'm gonna cash in on that gratitude right now!"

"WHAT! How dare you speak to me in such a manner you wench! I am the prince of all saiyains and if you don't show me the respect I deserve I will put you in your place!"

"I couldn't care less if your were the prince of wales! Your staying in MY house, and in this house you are the prince of nothing because I'm no saiyan but you go by my rules! And if you so much as touch or kill me or any of my family, i'll have GOKU come over here and break your scrawny ass in half SUPER SAIYAN style, got it?!" roared the Blue haired Vixen proding her finger in his chest with every threat.

"GRR FINE, just hand over the blasted drones so I don't have to spend another second listening to your pathetic voice and having to look at hideousness that would make any normal man blind!"

"No"

"NO?!"

"Yes I said 'no', didn't you superior hearing get that? You aren't getting them because their not finished but you are getting something else"

"Oh really? And what in kami's name could be more important than my target drones?" smirked Vegeta, arms now folded over his chest feeling just a little curious as to what the woman had up her sleeve.

Without words Bulma simply told the annoyed prince to follow with her finger and over to another table where three capsules lie, "Now these Vegeta are the reason why I haven't finished you precious target drones. Since your going to be training day and night in that oversized football your going to need proper training gear and I've been looking over your saiyan armour and done a few remodifications, besides your old one is cracked and broken to shit and your not wearing it again unless your fond of trying to wear ashes on your skin"

"Fine but I want those drones done by tonight or I swear they'll be hell to pay!" barked the frustated saiyan swiping the capsules and storming out without saying another word.

Sighing Bulma shakes her head and looks over at the drones, yet again not a single 'thank you' . I'm trying to do the best I can while everyone's doing there best to train hard so they can fight those androids and yet all my hard work's going to shit. Instead of any sort of gratitude ( not that I expect it ) from Mr Ego, I get grumpiness and another threat. That jerk is never satisfied with anything I do for him. Fine he wants 'target' drones, I'll give the asshole target drones! He's only going to use them to destroy them so he's going to get a nice little shock!

Smirking evilly, Bulma grabs her tool box and starts forming a new plan.

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Back in the gravity room Vegeta continues to train tirelessly now at 70 times earth's normal gravity. For once the stupid woman actually made something he can be proud of, the new saiyan armour wasn't too shabby at all, durable and it stuck to him like a second skin, much better than those in Freiza's ship. He was pleased with what she had done but he wasn't going to admit that out loud anytime soon that the irrate woman had done something right for a change. Giving thanks seemed improper and he was already giving his 'gratitude' by training to save this backwater planet. It was a pity however that a creation, such as the Gravity room was even thought of back when he was a child, if there was one back then he could have tripled his power level far greater to that of Freiza and his henchmen and could have become a Super Saiyain long before now but looking back on the past and thinking about the what if's were of no concern to him, he had to focus on the task at hand!

'If Kakkarot can train at 100 times earth normal gravity and increase his power expernentionally then so can I! But I will go beyond his petty training and go even higher!'

It was Vegeta's theory that if his rival trained in a gravity room at 100 times earth's normal gravity, then it is possible that it was the reason for him to become a Super Saiyan in the first place. The Saiyan prince however did not know that it was Krillin's death, mixed with sorrow and rage that caused the transformation to take place but that information itself if Vegeta knew it would have been pointless to him. He was convinced however that he was killed in 3 years time by those androids because of lack of hard training and it was probably what got his future self killed. His future self probably didn't have a gravity room neither but he certainly wasn't taking any chances this time. This time he had a gravity room 300 times earth's normal gravity and he knew if completed his training within that 3 year gap logically his powerlevel would increase dramtically, his mind simply boggled at the possibilty of how much more of a dramatic increase his strength would ascend if he achieved his dream of becoming a Super Saiyain also and when he thought more and more of it his pride swelled and continued to grow, filling him with even more determination and confidence that he would soon reach it and that it would soon be within his grasp. But he wasn't going to get anywhere just by doing millions of push up's he needed something to train with, he needed those blasted training drones.

"Oh Vegeta!"

'Finally, that loud mouthed harpy better have done my training drones' he thought grumpily.

Sure enough, much in favour of his hoping Bulma was outside waiting with 7 training bots ready to be activated and in Vegeta's case played with and destroyed, "Now listen up vegetable breath I've spent nearly two days making these for you and if you break them within today I'm not making anymore of them. They operate by a simple voice function to activate and deactivate them and if they break they WON'T repair themselves so don't push it buster!"

A simple grunt from Vegeta and a sly smirk is all the blue haired wonder needs to confirm Vegeta would probably train with every intention of breaking them so she would have to fix them again. Sometimes reading him was like all too easy open book. But before she can get another word in edgeways, the door to the gravity room is closed again and the target drones and a certain saiyan prince are gone.

"Gee Bulma you've outdone yourself again, thanks for all the hard work! hmph....asshole" she mumbles storming off.

'Now where to start if I destroy them all now the woman is bound to be pissed, but if i destroy them anyway she's still going to be pissed, oh what a shame, looks like she'll have to make somemore after all, "Drones activate, gravity room I want 80 times normal gravity!"

Just as Bulma promised the target drones all came to life with a click or two and were all up in the air in no time waiting to begin. Vegeta counted them one by one just to make sure and smirked as he powered up a large ki blast to destroy the first one. Sweat was literally hanging of him as his body tried to adjust to the increase in gravity, just a little more extra strain, it was no big deal to one who knows never to quit. Visualizing the first drone as Goku's head he growled angrily and hurled the first blast as hard as he possibly could and watched ready for the satisfying explosion that amazingly never came. Much to Vegeta's own surprise his Ki ball simply bounced off it and shot straight back at him.

'What the hell?!'

Good question, he only wanted training bots to simply destroy and to see how far his power increased, but this new development changed things drastically. Pulling back his right hand he struck the ball away from him with some effort because of the increase in gravity had made him slower and his body should be reacting quicker than this. It wasn't completely unacceptable, it just another set back, one that could easily be remedied with more effort put into his training. The Ki ball that he batted away was heading for the wall and would have exquinished hopefully but it seems that these target drones were adapting quicker then he naturally expected. Already they had caught it and were passing it around with some sort of padded shield, deflecting it until the speed increase continued to make the ball dart around that Vegeta's concentration was completely focused on it's movement.

Floating up in the air he found himself surrounded by the target drones, who were still systematically passing the ki ball around to one another like children and Vegeta's eyes watched and his concentration would not waver, he refused it to, 'I can do this!'

Just as the saiyan prince's body tensed, he on reflex was ready for the impending attack, growling every now and then, growing ever impatient waiting for the attack. And when it came he barely saw it. His own ki ball had hit him directly on his left shoulder, causing Vegeta to howl in pain and for him to briefly loose his concentration sending him to the ground much harder than even he expected. Pain, such unbelievable pain coursed all over and inside his body, 80 times earth's normal gravity was literally crushing every bone in his body all at the same time, while the now fading ki blast continued to burn away on his left shoulder.

Immediately his brain, acting like the ever constant drill sargent refused to give in to the pain and told him to get up. Painfully and slowly he got to his knee's wincing every now and then and just as his senses came back to him, his charcoal eyes darted around the room counting the drones one after the other converging on him. They unlike him weren't showing any signs of fatigue or slowing down, like all machines never do and angrily the prince of all saiyans stood once more on both feet to go through all the pain again.

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Meanwhile back in Capsule Corps, Bulma was midly entertaining herself with huming another tune, as she flipped through a magazine or two looking for anything of interest that would tear her eyes away from the Gravity room. So far it had been 4 hours now, an unbelievable 4 hours and ever since then not sign of the arrogant prince. She, being the brilliant scientist that she was, wanted to know how well her inventions were coping against Vegeta's rigorous training regime because she expected those very same training drones to be in pieces in less that 30 minutes let alone 4 hours. Looking to her right she again looked at the clock, noticing that it was close to coming up to 8 o'clock in evening and that meant that his royal 'jackass' would be in any minute to demand food. Subconciously her brain counted down the seconds before he came storming through the door like a steam roller out of control, 3-2-1...

"WOMAN!!!"

'Ah vegeta'

"Yes Vegetable breath what is-- it?"

And there he was standing in what remained of his 'new' training outfit. Standing proudly with arms folded over his well formed chest from head to toe wearing nothing, save his black spandex boxers, covered in blood, cuts and bruises, not to mention the all too noticable waft of smoke leaving his hair. A tightly knitted frown and the all too familiar twitching was a clear indication that he was royally pissed and truth be told, Bulma didn't expect her inventions to do this much damage, even to this egostical brute and not even that was the worst case scenario of this display, Bulma herself or rather put the cogs in her mind were slowly beginning to turn as her eyes looked him up and down taking his appearance in, the sound of what seemed liked a machine hitting the jackpot rang in her mind, as her cheeks started to go a little red from her daydreaming thoughts, it was like Vegeta wore the words 'badass' invisibily all over his skin and Bulma's eyes were reading it. Whatever thoughts of daydreams of Yamcha she had were thrown in a bin never to be opened again as they were instantly replaced with what her eyes took in.

"WELL?! I'm waiting for an answer woman! I don't have time to watch you stand here and gawk all day!"

"W-what?"

"What are you stupid?! You know full well what you did so I demand an explanation right now!"

"W-Well you see you asked for target drones, I just sort of changed what you wanted" she replied a little timidly.

"Oh isn't THAT obvious! I asked for target drones to practice on but it appears you decided to change the target!" he growled, stomping towards her menacingly.

"Uh yeah. Sort of like th- epp!" Bulma didn't need to hang around for answer. That look in his eyes, was all she needed to know he was going to strangle her. And with all the speed she could muster she ran like her life depended on it and bolted into her bedroom, locking the door and diving over her bed like it was all an assault course. As she cringed behind the bed, another very stupid but logical thought hit her, like locking the door was going to stop him of all people.

"Don't you dare come in Vegeta, I've got a frying pan and I'm not afraid to use it!!" she shouted with what little courage she had left.

No such luck, the saiyan prince had torn the door of it's hinges and was once again marching dangerously towards her. Cowering in the corner, Bulma tensed her body awaiting some form of hit that never came, what she did get was Vegeta much closer than he was before and within earshot.

"You should know woman, that people who disrespect me have been killed for less and believe me when I say I can easily snap you in half" he said quietly, in a somewhat dangerous but husky tone that sent chills down her spine.

"For what you have done to me however, you woman will only get this, 'thank you'

Bulma's eyes involintarily snapped open to turn to her would be stalker, Vegeta was long gone and nowhere to be seen. Like he was never there in the first place. She blinked once, twice and then pinched her skin wondering if it was a dream. But the pain proved that she was definetly awake and the massacre left of the missing door was 'proof' that had been there and said thank you?!

For the first time in her life, Bulma was frightened of someone. Vegeta had scared the absolute shit out of her and she knew he enjoyed it, she knew he could very well carry out his little threat also. But what she couldn't understand was that Vegeta was dangerous and every fiber of her being liked it? Her mind instantly replayed the image of him the minute she laid eyes on him and bolted to the bathroom, mentally screaming 'cold showers! Very VERY cold showers!' and when that didn't work she mentally screamed 'Yamcha, naked and shackled on a bed' and calmed down somewhat as she disgared her clothing and jumped into the shower.

For once it definetly wasn't good to be Bulma Breifs...

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Authors note: Whadda ya think? Good? Bad? leave a review and tell me what ya think?

Signed Noble....