Chapter Eight

Three woman faced off in the middle of no where and two of them were ready to fight while the third observed. This should be interesting...Thought Ava dryly as she studied Chichi.

"Are you ready, Bulma?" Chichi grinned at Bulma.

"Why, Chichi, I was only waiting for you," Bulma replied glibly.

"Then get your rears in gear ladies. I want a good show." Ava told them.

Ava watched as they sprang into action. She has improved so much over these last weeks. She is a quick a learner as my brother.

Chichi stumbled back in surprise complete with bloody lip.

"Well, well, well, Bulma I am surprised! One month's training from a saiyan will do you wonders!" Chichi complimented Bulma.

Bulma winced. "I guess, but it's hell on your social life!"

They both laughed and started to talk.

"Why did you stop?" Ava interrupted them.

Bulma looked up surprised. "Well, Ava, Chichi said if we fought anymore that I would win since she is still a bit rusty."

"Rusty?" Ava growled at Chichi. "A saiyan's mate is always in shape to help in battle and never is rusty! Especially the mate of a Super Saiyan!"

Chichi stood up. "Well, excuse me, for having a son and having to raise him, clean him, and most of all feed him! I am sorry if I don't have time to train anymore!"

"That is no excuse, HUMAN, a saiyan woman would be able to do that and more without breaking a sweat!"

Bulma watched in surprise as her good friend Chichi and her new friend Ava started to face off.

"Are you even bonded to him, eh, human?" Ava snarled.

"What the hell are you talking about!" Chichi growled.

Flashback. "Kakarot has a mate, Ava, you cannot HAVE him and I FORBID you to ever mention it again!"

"How do YOU know? Maybe he hasn't bonded to her, maybe we cannot bond with humans, did you ever THINK of that?!" End Flashback.

Bulma looked at them with shock as the twin's argument came back to her. THAT'S why there was a tension between them when they met an hour ago! Chichi must have sensed that Ava was after Goku!

"Ava, what is a bond?"

"Does it really matter as long as this pathetic excuse of a human does not have one?" Ava snarled in Chichi's direction.

Chichi's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You won't to start something with me saiyan... Then so be it!" Chichi launched herself at Ava.

Ava smirked, eerily resembling her brother, as she prepared to counter attack. She caught Chichi in midair by the leg and than used it to propel her into the ground.

"Now he will be mine," Ava purred to herself.

"He will never be yours. He was mine since he was twelve!" Chichi ground out as she painfully got to her feet and they continued their bloody fight.

Bulma stood at the side lines as she watched Ava and Chichi try to decimate the other. Only, she knew Ava was toying with Chichi, and that Chichi was only fighting on with her anger now instead of strength.

"Now to finish this!" Ava screamed as she powered up and prepared to launch a blast at the pissed off Chichi who also powered up to her maximum.

"We'll see who finishes who!" Chichi screamed as she again charged Ava.

Ava laughed as she put the finishing touches on her sphere of death and aimed. Bulma watched in shock as two things happed. One Goku appeared out of no where grabbing Chichi around the waist and try to restrain her as she thrashed in anger. Two Ava's blast had ceased to exist and Ava herself was kicking and screaming as her arms were locked in Vegeta's.

"Let ME go! You have no right SHE challenged ME to a fight!" Ava screamed in frustration.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed.

"Mate of Kakarot, is this true?"

"Chichi, don't tell me you challenged her!" Goku spun her around to face him.

"Who are you really going to believe, Goku, me or that lying BITCH of a saiyan!" Chichi screamed as she tried to worm her way out of Goku's grasp.

"Answer my question WENCH, did you are did you not challenge the princess of all saiyans!" Vegeta growled.

"Well, no one really challenged anybody," Bulma broke in calmly as everyone's attention swung to her. "It was an unspoken agreement that they were going to fight."

"I see," Vegeta eyed his sister while she defiantly glared back. "You deliberately disobeyed me and now you will pay the price. I will give you exactly what you wanted since I can see you can hardly what for a mate. On the morrow the preparations for the tournament will begin," Ava's eyes widened in shock, "And we will see if humans can bond to saiyans from experience within the week!" Vegeta let go of her and stalked away from the group.

Ava slowly slumped to the ground in defeat. Her breathing erratic with her shoulders shaking.

"Ava?" Bulma approached her warily.

Ava face turned toward her. "You do not understand." Ava looked down and then up at Bulma again. "Come me must make preparations."

"But I thought he said it was for tomorrow?" Bulma asked confused.

Ava stood up shaking her head. "Yes the preparation for the tournament start tomorrow but the call must be done tonight."

"The call?"

"Enough questions! I'll explain on the way. Now come."

Bulma nodded as she allowed Ava to pick her up and fly her home leaving a very confused Goku and angry Chichi behind.

"So what is this call?" Bulma asked Ava as they sped home.

"Well...we will send a telepathic signal to all people who are eligible to compete in the tournament with all the information of the mate that they will consider fighting for. They will have to make a choice of whether they will want to fight for us or not. If not then they will immediately forget about it and if they accept then they will be given further information about the location and so on and so forth. They will have a week to train and then a week to travel."

"Really! That's cool! But who is going to give all the information?"

"Silly human. Vegeta will contact all the males for me and then I will contact all the females for him. A mental image will be given as well."

"Really of what?"

"Well, we will do the ceremonial dance one at a time each facing the other and this is what they'll see."

Bulma's interest peeked. Dance? This I'll have to see! "Ava, what kind of dance?"

"What do you mean there is no other kind."

Bulma raised an eyebrow. O.K. "Is there going to be music?"

"Music?"

"Never mind."

**

Bulma sat by watching the twins. She absentmindedly tended the fire in front of her. Vegeta and Ava were mirror images of each other. Their eyes closed in meditation while their bodies were relaxed sitting Indian position with a hand on each knee. Both wore a full spandex bodysuit complete with chest plate, gloves, and boots.

When are they going to start? I am not just going to sit here all night! Bulma thought crossly.

Ava had asked her to tend the fire for them, though, Bulma had a sneaking suspicion that Ava just wanted Vegeta to see her there watching them as they did this most private ritual.

When Bulma had arrived with Ava, Vegeta's eyes had widened in surprise then frowned with concern. "Why is she here?"

"Someone needs to tend the fire," Ava had told him off-handily.

Vegeta then moved his frosty gaze to Bulma. "You are to remain silent. You are to do nothing to attract attention while we are performing the ceremony. Is that understood?"

She had only nodded in shock at his gruff tone though she had also frowned at their apparel. Are they going to dance in that?

Bulma's gaze wondered back to the twins only to start in surprise. They were now standing facing each other ten feet apart.

Ava kept her eyes on Vegeta's as she slowly took off her gloves then toed off her boots. Vegeta did nothing but stare taking everything in. She took off her chest plate and then preceded to peel of her body suit.

Bulma sighed silently in relief as a black tube top appeared with little black shorts to match.

Ava's head dropped forward and her hips started to sway, as if there was a beat only she could hear. Her arms started to unfurl and bend, in an almost ballet fashion, as her back arched into them with her hips rolling sensually as her tail gently swirled in rhythm, a cross between a gypsy's dance and a belly dance of seduction. Vegeta just stared.

Bulma shivered. She only had a side view of this dance and she knew that any male would go any distance, climb any mountain, cross any ocean to see, just to see, if this woman really existed then kill to have her.

An unknown amount of time passed as Ava suddenly straightened and looked into her brother's eyes. Then they both sat down and closed their eyes once again in meditation.

Bulma's frown of confusion became a wide eyed look of astonishment. Hello, eligible female, this is Ava, I have a proposition for you. Ava's throaty voice echoed in Bulma's head as her ability to see became nonexistent. I have a brother, his name is Vegeta, he is looking for a mate. Ava's voice became almost hypnotic. If you think you are worthy to become the mate of a prince and a warrior then you must fight for him! What is that? You want to know if he is worth fighting for? You tell me. Ava's voice faded and suddenly the blackness that had enveloped her vision started to recede.

Then there he was, in her mind's eye, slowly taking off his gloves, toeing off his boots, taking off his chest plate while looking into her eyes.

Bulma had never realized such simple actions could ever be so incredibly erotic. Bulma's mouth became dry as he started to peel off his spandex bodysuit revealing his little black shorts that he was so fond of. Bulma's heart started to pound, the sound unnaturally loud as her blood started to roar in her ears.

His head dropped forward as his hips began to sway slightly to the beat of her heart. He started to dance. His dance was very similar to Ava's and yet as different as night is to day. He didn't need a tail to beckon and entice.

Bulma's heart began to beat harder and his tempo increased perfectly synchronized as firelight danced across his tan skin on one side and moonlight on the other as if battling over the privilege of being on his skin. It seemed to imply the very different sides of his nature as he twisted this way and that letting the fire light dominate than the moonlight. The fire for his obsessions and passion, the moon for love and compassion. Ava was right, there is no other kind of dance.

He suddenly straightened and looked into her eyes as his image started to fade while mocking female laughter sounded in Bulma's head. Like what you see? Then prove that you are worthy. Come . . . and fight for the right to mate! Come . . . and fight!

Then the voice faded and Bulma's vision returned slowly as if reluctant to stop seeing with her mind's eye. Bulma blinked and raised a shaky hand to her face finding it hot and flushed as she tried to calm the beating of her heart. She let her gaze look to the twins who were dressing, illogically, she blushed. Bulma tore her eyes away from them and looked at the fire dismayed at the size of it and threw another stick on it to make it as big as it had been before she had neglected it.

"Human," Ava's voice made Bulma jump guiltily, "the ritual is over, there is no longer a need for a fire. Come I will take you home."

Bulma could only nod in agreement as she watched Ava extinguish the fire with a small controlled blast.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the woman's odd behavior. She hasn't opened her mouth once in three hours and she can't keep it shut usually for more than three minutes.

Vegeta frowned in confusion as his sister laughed at something the woman whispered in her ear before taking off into the night. He shrugged it off. The female species is not meant to be understood.