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Chapter 5

Bulma chuckled. "Oh don't worry." she paused waiting for the sigh of relief she knew would come. 'Ah, there it is,' she thought as Turles sighed. '5.4.3.2.1.' She smirked and continued, "You won't lose me." She lifted her leg and kicked the doors open. As she stepped in she made sure her ki was 250. 'They mustn't know.' She walked in the room, head held high, until she was in the middle of the room and then stopped, still smirking. She stared at the three on the throne, then glanced and snorted in amusement at the incredibly weak thirteen guards surrounding the room. 'Idiots.' She just stood there with that satisfied smirk she was famous for back home on her face as she looked over the three on the throne. 'A saiyan.that must be the prince. what was his name? Ugh, I can't remember. oh well it'll come to me later, on to the next bastard. Hmm. a lizard with a rather large ki. must be Frieza and a greenish-bluish fag looking creature. Soooo impressive.' She chuckled at her sarcasm; it always cracked her up that she could be so sarcastic that she was the exact opposite of her mother. The chuckle was answered with the three of them raising an eyebrow.

"Bow before your ruler, wench!" yelled one of the guards. Bulma whipped around and sneered at the rather large, pink-faced man that dared command her to bow to someone.

She smiled sweetly before laughing full-heartedly and promptly flicked him off, her gaze on him unwavering. "Ruler you say? I regret. no, then again, I don't regret to tell you that I don't see anyone worthy of being my ruler and even if there was somebody who was I wouldn't bring myself to so low a being to bow! Bowing shows fear! I am not afraid of any" she paused and stared at the throne as she practically spat, "thing in this room." She smirked at the insult that made them all stare at her as if she'd grown horns and began singing a child lullaby. "Property bows and I am certainly not property, nor will I ever be! So you go ahead and bend at the middle for this lizard like the little shit you are, but don't except me to, you ugly pink balloon!" (No, I'm not talking about Majin-Buu.)

Everyone gasped, excluding three people on the throne who were content at just sitting there with amused looks on their faces. "How dare you talk to me that way, you weak little slut!" he hollered as he charged at her full force. He began attacking her full out causing her to move swiftly out of the way instinctively. It was becoming easier and easier for Bulma to move out of the way with each strike. His moves were obvious and simple to read.

She snorted in amusement and decided that she'd had enough of this. "Weakling," she muttered loudly and moved to the right, not even bothering to block the punch. She smiled, pulled her arm back swiftly and punched him in the stomach. He was sent flying across the room into a wall, to her amusement. "Don't come near me again." She turned back to the three on the sitting on the throne. The lizard had an amused look on his hideous face, the fag looked impressed, and the monkey had an unreadable expression on his face. "Now, if you three don't mind, I'd like to leave. I think five minutes is more than enough time to waist on these egotistical shits." She turned and was met by thirteen guards in fighting stances guarding the door. "I don't have time to play. Move." She growled when they didn't move and turned around to demand to be able to exit. She felt her rage skyrocket as she stared at their rather amused faces. "Move your idiots before I do."

"I'd like to see that, wench." The fag said.

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