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Hello fellow FanFicFans! Here, I have Chapter 10, which I must say is much longer than previous chapters have been...or at least I think so. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 10
"Woman! Woman!! Get up!" Bulma groaned and grappled in the dark for her clock. "4:56am? What the hell is he thinking?" Bulma groaned again and turned her head away from the clock. "Woman!" Vegeta bellowed once again, from outside of her door, "I will expect you in the kitchen, ready to train, in 10 minutes!" He pounded twice, then tread down the stairs. Bulma covered her ears in retaliation, thankful that he couldn't see her mocking him. She reached for her bedside lamp with a moan, then attempted to sit up. Muscle pain shot through her body like lightning.
"This last week has been hell," Bulma thought. She'd done so many warm-ups, push-ups, sit-ups, sprints, ... she couldn't even remember what she had done. All she knew was that she was tired, but she dared not object to Vegeta. He'd only work her harder. The first day, when she asked for a drink of water, he yelled at her, "Run until you can drink your sweat!!", and forced her to run laps. She worked so hard that she often collapsed, to tired to move. Vegeta always came to her side, made sure she was okay, checking her muscles and her temperature...then made her work some more. It was a tiring and vicious cycle that Vegeta was running. She didn't know how much more she could take.
Rummaging through her dresser, she pulled out her clothing for the day, finding a dark leotard to work in. She had bought a few after the third day of working, because Vegeta complained that he couldn't see her muscles. "Look," he said, "are any of my muscles hidden?" Bulma blushed again, remembering his appearance. Sure, he was in complete spandex...she couldn't help seeing his muscles...or how sexy he looked... She remembered him saying something about stupid women, then he made her do 80 pushups. Exasperated, she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Bulma quickly showered, and stepped out of the stall and wiped the steam off of the mirror. She caught a glimpse of her reflection, and did a double-take. "Wow!" she thought, "Is that me?" Bulma peered into the mirror and her nude image. She was definitely more toned than ever before. She raised her arm and watched in wonder at the smooth and sleek muscles powered her body like never before. She grinned at herself, and said aloud, "I'm beginning to look like a cat." She growled at her image in fun, then turned around to catch a glimpse of her other side. "Wow! My butt's even cuter now!" she thought as she smiled again. "I'd bet—"
"Woman! What the hell are you doing?" Vegeta interrupted her thoughts by pounding on the door. "It's been 15 minutes!! Where the hell are you?" "Oh no!" Bulma thought, quickly jumping into her leotard and running to her bedroom door. "I'm ready!" Bulma said breathlessly, opening her door. Vegeta's eyes traveled downward.
"Damn baka," Vegeta said to himself, noticing her disheveled beauty, but mostly noticing the fact that her left breast needed, well, situated into her leotard. Hell, half of it was sticking out. Vegeta felt his blood warm, but quickly raised his eyes to her face and, with cold expression, said, "Situate yourself, woman, and come downstairs." He turned silently and walked down the stairs. Halfway down, he heard the woman squeal in embarrassment and smirked to himself. He entered the kitchen and waited for the woman to be ready. In a minute, he heard the woman tread down the stairs and watched as she entered the room. She was flushed, probably mostly from embarrassment. The tinge of pink on her cheeks set the blue of her eyes and hair..."She is art," Vegeta thought, "especially in that black suit...hmm." The leotard completely showed the definition of her new muscles to anyone who wished to see them. Vegeta nodded, satisfied at his own success. "Woman, you're starting to look Saiyan," he announced, while silently thinking, "It's about time I found one who was female..."
Bulma looked at him tiredly. "How can he possibly expect me to focus at 5:00 in the morning?" Still, she nodded, so as to make him think she listened. She learned that if he thought she understood, she wouldn't have to do the extra laps, sit-ups, and crunches.
"I think you are ready," Vegeta said, "by the end of today, you shall be able to fly."
Bulma's mind cleared quickly. "Fly? Me? Really??" She couldn't contain her excitement. She had always wanted to fly. She watched Goku do it, Piccolo, Vegeta...hell, it seemed everyone could fly except for her. "Yes, you, Woman," Vegeta replied sarcastically. "Who the hell else would I be talking to?" He ignored her scowl and continued, "I think we'll start with that...you've, well,..."
"What, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, inquisitively. He had an odd look on his face, as if he couldn't put to words what he wanted to say.
"Uh...you've...worked hard this week." As he cleared his throat, Bulma realized that Vegeta was trying to pay her a complement. "Of all the things I never thought I'd see..." Bulma tried not to smirk as Vegeta continued, "You're already looking much...stronger than you did a week ago. I'd attribute that to my superb training skills,...and perhaps your Saiyan blood had a little to do...but I'm satisfied with your success. You are ready to learn more. So, today we shall fly." With that, Vegeta cleared his throat again and left the kitchen, wordlessly. Bulma stayed still. She was stunned. "Odd," she thought to herself, "that may be the nicest thing he's ever said to me." It also occurred to her that despite the years she'd had of men complementing her and spoiling her, it never felt as, well, good, as Vegeta's attempt at a complement. Bulma sighed contentedly and sat down in a chair to bask in the sensation. "Woman!!! Where the hell are you?!?" Vegeta broke through her reverie, causing Bulma to jump up and sprint to the training room.
Vegeta stood outside with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed. He watched as the Woman ran toward the anti-gravity chamber with speed exceeding a cheetah. "She doesn't even realize the changes," he reflected. Through the week, he noticed her increase in speed, in strength, and especially in ki. That was probably the reason he pushed her so hard; when she was tired, her ki was strongest. While training the Woman, Vegeta often felt a great amazement at the ki that radiated from her...and even when she was at rest,..."Not that it exceeds my own," Vegeta said to himself, trying to bury his insecurities, but deep in his gut, he felt that, at her peak, Bulma might possibly be strongest..."Hell no!" he repeated to himself as Bulma stopped a few feet away from him. He noticed that she hadn't even broken a sweat, wasn't even out of breath. "Why aren't we going inside?" Bulma asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"Baka! Use your brain! Where would you rather learn to fly?" Vegeta shook his head, secretly amused and waiting for Bulma to retort. Bulma, rather than flinging insults at him, as she would have done before, straightened her back and stared him in the eyes, showing, more to Vegeta than to herself, that she had developed a large inner wealth of control over her actions. Vegeta once again briefly marveled at her learning rate. "Hmm...mental note...find new insults to spark woman's anger." Vegeta left his place outside the anti-gravity chamber and stood next to Bulma.
"Woman, first you must calm yourself."
"I'm calm," Bulma answered, if not a bit sharply.
Vegeta smirked. "Yes, that's evident. Now, you must concentrate on your ki. You must learn to control it."
Bulma furrowed her eyebrows, trying to understand. "My...ki?"
Vegeta's eyes widened. "Your ki?? Yes, baka, your damned ki!! Have you learned anything?" Vegeta turned his head to the left and took a controlled breath. He began, "Woman, close your eyes." Bulma did as she was bid. "Obedient wench..." Vegeta thought, but continued, "Now, don't do anything. Now ifeel/i." He watched as Bulma took a deep breath. Her eyes suddenly flew wide open. "That? All of that?" asked incredulously. "Yes. I cannot put into words exactly what ki is. It is something that must be felt. I can feel it, and now you can feel it." "I can also feel my own," Bulma replied, as the awe she felt radiated from her face. "It's not as strong as yours,...but it's close!" Bulma giggled. Vegeta scowled, "Yes, now, I'm at rest, remember...You feel your own ki, right?" Bulma nodded. "Now, not many get this right, but you must control it...and make it propel..." Vegeta trailed off as he watched Bulma's form rise easily into the air. Bulma squealed with delight and rose even farther. "That's it?" she yelled down to Vegeta, who also began to rise to meet her. "Uh, yeah, that's it," he replied, hovering closely. "Vegeta, this is easy!" Bulma smiled. "If you think it's so easy, Woman, then go practice. Fly around for awhile." Bulma squealed again and zoomed upward toward the sun. Vegeta floated back toward the earth and sat on the ground, watching the Woman fly as if she'd been doing it since birth.
Since no one was really watching, Vegeta let his guard down to admire the woman. He would never tell her, of course, but he was honestly proud of her. She had acquired the strength of fifty men in a week, something that took other Saiyans years to accomplish. He admired the grace at which she worked, too. To watch the Woman exert herself over and over again, to see the sweat pouring off of her face...It was beautiful to him. Even now, as she bound across the sky, he noticed the grace of her movements. Her back was arched and her toes pointed, her head held high,...she had the silhouette of an angel against the sun. "A lusty angel," he chuckled to himself. Of course she was beautiful, but damn, was the Woman sexy. Vegeta had never known a woman who could make his blood boil the way she could. He thanked Kami for the control he'd developed, for if he had to face the previous week without it, had to smell the scent of her sweat, had to watch day in and day out the shape of her body as it contorted in different exercises..."Hell, the Woman wouldn't be alive." Vegeta chuckled again as Bulma began to fly in his direction. He stood up as his body took its normal scornful façade, and watched Bulma land softly.
"Wow!" Bulma exclaimed. "That was great!" "You can fly," Vegeta answered coldly, "but, can you fight at the same time?" "Fight?" Bulma replied. "I've never fought at all!" "Well," Vegeta chuckled, "Now's as good as time as any to learn." Bulma scowled and followed Vegeta to the anti-gravity chamber.
So, how was it? I'm still in between in the lemon department, but from my point of view, how could they not? It might be a stretch for me, but I'll see what I can do. I'm not sure where exactly this story is going...lol...It just seems to go. Hope you don't mind...I have a little bit planned, but once I hit that point, it'll just be whatever pops into my mind. I'm tossing around a few ideas...hope that you'll like em!
So, how am I doing? Does my story bite? Does it rock? It's my first, so be gentle, but review! I love reviews...so if you have a comment, and it isn't baseless, leave it! Thanks!
Hey, if you like the story, join my mailing list! I know that the FanFic site tells you when I update, but if you let me tell you, I might give amusing anecdotes or ask specific questions, or whatever. I might not, too...we'll just see. If you're interested, leave your e-mail address, or e-mail me at songbird333@adelphia.net. Thanks again, and Happy Holidays!
Hello fellow FanFicFans! Here, I have Chapter 10, which I must say is much longer than previous chapters have been...or at least I think so. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 10
"Woman! Woman!! Get up!" Bulma groaned and grappled in the dark for her clock. "4:56am? What the hell is he thinking?" Bulma groaned again and turned her head away from the clock. "Woman!" Vegeta bellowed once again, from outside of her door, "I will expect you in the kitchen, ready to train, in 10 minutes!" He pounded twice, then tread down the stairs. Bulma covered her ears in retaliation, thankful that he couldn't see her mocking him. She reached for her bedside lamp with a moan, then attempted to sit up. Muscle pain shot through her body like lightning.
"This last week has been hell," Bulma thought. She'd done so many warm-ups, push-ups, sit-ups, sprints, ... she couldn't even remember what she had done. All she knew was that she was tired, but she dared not object to Vegeta. He'd only work her harder. The first day, when she asked for a drink of water, he yelled at her, "Run until you can drink your sweat!!", and forced her to run laps. She worked so hard that she often collapsed, to tired to move. Vegeta always came to her side, made sure she was okay, checking her muscles and her temperature...then made her work some more. It was a tiring and vicious cycle that Vegeta was running. She didn't know how much more she could take.
Rummaging through her dresser, she pulled out her clothing for the day, finding a dark leotard to work in. She had bought a few after the third day of working, because Vegeta complained that he couldn't see her muscles. "Look," he said, "are any of my muscles hidden?" Bulma blushed again, remembering his appearance. Sure, he was in complete spandex...she couldn't help seeing his muscles...or how sexy he looked... She remembered him saying something about stupid women, then he made her do 80 pushups. Exasperated, she went to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Bulma quickly showered, and stepped out of the stall and wiped the steam off of the mirror. She caught a glimpse of her reflection, and did a double-take. "Wow!" she thought, "Is that me?" Bulma peered into the mirror and her nude image. She was definitely more toned than ever before. She raised her arm and watched in wonder at the smooth and sleek muscles powered her body like never before. She grinned at herself, and said aloud, "I'm beginning to look like a cat." She growled at her image in fun, then turned around to catch a glimpse of her other side. "Wow! My butt's even cuter now!" she thought as she smiled again. "I'd bet—"
"Woman! What the hell are you doing?" Vegeta interrupted her thoughts by pounding on the door. "It's been 15 minutes!! Where the hell are you?" "Oh no!" Bulma thought, quickly jumping into her leotard and running to her bedroom door. "I'm ready!" Bulma said breathlessly, opening her door. Vegeta's eyes traveled downward.
"Damn baka," Vegeta said to himself, noticing her disheveled beauty, but mostly noticing the fact that her left breast needed, well, situated into her leotard. Hell, half of it was sticking out. Vegeta felt his blood warm, but quickly raised his eyes to her face and, with cold expression, said, "Situate yourself, woman, and come downstairs." He turned silently and walked down the stairs. Halfway down, he heard the woman squeal in embarrassment and smirked to himself. He entered the kitchen and waited for the woman to be ready. In a minute, he heard the woman tread down the stairs and watched as she entered the room. She was flushed, probably mostly from embarrassment. The tinge of pink on her cheeks set the blue of her eyes and hair..."She is art," Vegeta thought, "especially in that black suit...hmm." The leotard completely showed the definition of her new muscles to anyone who wished to see them. Vegeta nodded, satisfied at his own success. "Woman, you're starting to look Saiyan," he announced, while silently thinking, "It's about time I found one who was female..."
Bulma looked at him tiredly. "How can he possibly expect me to focus at 5:00 in the morning?" Still, she nodded, so as to make him think she listened. She learned that if he thought she understood, she wouldn't have to do the extra laps, sit-ups, and crunches.
"I think you are ready," Vegeta said, "by the end of today, you shall be able to fly."
Bulma's mind cleared quickly. "Fly? Me? Really??" She couldn't contain her excitement. She had always wanted to fly. She watched Goku do it, Piccolo, Vegeta...hell, it seemed everyone could fly except for her. "Yes, you, Woman," Vegeta replied sarcastically. "Who the hell else would I be talking to?" He ignored her scowl and continued, "I think we'll start with that...you've, well,..."
"What, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, inquisitively. He had an odd look on his face, as if he couldn't put to words what he wanted to say.
"Uh...you've...worked hard this week." As he cleared his throat, Bulma realized that Vegeta was trying to pay her a complement. "Of all the things I never thought I'd see..." Bulma tried not to smirk as Vegeta continued, "You're already looking much...stronger than you did a week ago. I'd attribute that to my superb training skills,...and perhaps your Saiyan blood had a little to do...but I'm satisfied with your success. You are ready to learn more. So, today we shall fly." With that, Vegeta cleared his throat again and left the kitchen, wordlessly. Bulma stayed still. She was stunned. "Odd," she thought to herself, "that may be the nicest thing he's ever said to me." It also occurred to her that despite the years she'd had of men complementing her and spoiling her, it never felt as, well, good, as Vegeta's attempt at a complement. Bulma sighed contentedly and sat down in a chair to bask in the sensation. "Woman!!! Where the hell are you?!?" Vegeta broke through her reverie, causing Bulma to jump up and sprint to the training room.
Vegeta stood outside with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed. He watched as the Woman ran toward the anti-gravity chamber with speed exceeding a cheetah. "She doesn't even realize the changes," he reflected. Through the week, he noticed her increase in speed, in strength, and especially in ki. That was probably the reason he pushed her so hard; when she was tired, her ki was strongest. While training the Woman, Vegeta often felt a great amazement at the ki that radiated from her...and even when she was at rest,..."Not that it exceeds my own," Vegeta said to himself, trying to bury his insecurities, but deep in his gut, he felt that, at her peak, Bulma might possibly be strongest..."Hell no!" he repeated to himself as Bulma stopped a few feet away from him. He noticed that she hadn't even broken a sweat, wasn't even out of breath. "Why aren't we going inside?" Bulma asked, interrupting his thoughts.
"Baka! Use your brain! Where would you rather learn to fly?" Vegeta shook his head, secretly amused and waiting for Bulma to retort. Bulma, rather than flinging insults at him, as she would have done before, straightened her back and stared him in the eyes, showing, more to Vegeta than to herself, that she had developed a large inner wealth of control over her actions. Vegeta once again briefly marveled at her learning rate. "Hmm...mental note...find new insults to spark woman's anger." Vegeta left his place outside the anti-gravity chamber and stood next to Bulma.
"Woman, first you must calm yourself."
"I'm calm," Bulma answered, if not a bit sharply.
Vegeta smirked. "Yes, that's evident. Now, you must concentrate on your ki. You must learn to control it."
Bulma furrowed her eyebrows, trying to understand. "My...ki?"
Vegeta's eyes widened. "Your ki?? Yes, baka, your damned ki!! Have you learned anything?" Vegeta turned his head to the left and took a controlled breath. He began, "Woman, close your eyes." Bulma did as she was bid. "Obedient wench..." Vegeta thought, but continued, "Now, don't do anything. Now ifeel/i." He watched as Bulma took a deep breath. Her eyes suddenly flew wide open. "That? All of that?" asked incredulously. "Yes. I cannot put into words exactly what ki is. It is something that must be felt. I can feel it, and now you can feel it." "I can also feel my own," Bulma replied, as the awe she felt radiated from her face. "It's not as strong as yours,...but it's close!" Bulma giggled. Vegeta scowled, "Yes, now, I'm at rest, remember...You feel your own ki, right?" Bulma nodded. "Now, not many get this right, but you must control it...and make it propel..." Vegeta trailed off as he watched Bulma's form rise easily into the air. Bulma squealed with delight and rose even farther. "That's it?" she yelled down to Vegeta, who also began to rise to meet her. "Uh, yeah, that's it," he replied, hovering closely. "Vegeta, this is easy!" Bulma smiled. "If you think it's so easy, Woman, then go practice. Fly around for awhile." Bulma squealed again and zoomed upward toward the sun. Vegeta floated back toward the earth and sat on the ground, watching the Woman fly as if she'd been doing it since birth.
Since no one was really watching, Vegeta let his guard down to admire the woman. He would never tell her, of course, but he was honestly proud of her. She had acquired the strength of fifty men in a week, something that took other Saiyans years to accomplish. He admired the grace at which she worked, too. To watch the Woman exert herself over and over again, to see the sweat pouring off of her face...It was beautiful to him. Even now, as she bound across the sky, he noticed the grace of her movements. Her back was arched and her toes pointed, her head held high,...she had the silhouette of an angel against the sun. "A lusty angel," he chuckled to himself. Of course she was beautiful, but damn, was the Woman sexy. Vegeta had never known a woman who could make his blood boil the way she could. He thanked Kami for the control he'd developed, for if he had to face the previous week without it, had to smell the scent of her sweat, had to watch day in and day out the shape of her body as it contorted in different exercises..."Hell, the Woman wouldn't be alive." Vegeta chuckled again as Bulma began to fly in his direction. He stood up as his body took its normal scornful façade, and watched Bulma land softly.
"Wow!" Bulma exclaimed. "That was great!" "You can fly," Vegeta answered coldly, "but, can you fight at the same time?" "Fight?" Bulma replied. "I've never fought at all!" "Well," Vegeta chuckled, "Now's as good as time as any to learn." Bulma scowled and followed Vegeta to the anti-gravity chamber.
So, how was it? I'm still in between in the lemon department, but from my point of view, how could they not? It might be a stretch for me, but I'll see what I can do. I'm not sure where exactly this story is going...lol...It just seems to go. Hope you don't mind...I have a little bit planned, but once I hit that point, it'll just be whatever pops into my mind. I'm tossing around a few ideas...hope that you'll like em!
So, how am I doing? Does my story bite? Does it rock? It's my first, so be gentle, but review! I love reviews...so if you have a comment, and it isn't baseless, leave it! Thanks!
Hey, if you like the story, join my mailing list! I know that the FanFic site tells you when I update, but if you let me tell you, I might give amusing anecdotes or ask specific questions, or whatever. I might not, too...we'll just see. If you're interested, leave your e-mail address, or e-mail me at songbird333@adelphia.net. Thanks again, and Happy Holidays!