Disclaimer: Hopefully this Christmas I'll own a brand new laptop and a punching bag maybe the can throw DBZ in to!
A/N: I'm pretty sure this is the longest chapter yet, but I really had a lot of fun writing it for some reason I could never stop but now it's 5:35 AM, and I'm tired. So I hope you like it!!
Bulma looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Maybe this saiyan armor wasn't too bad.
The black spandex part clung to her every curve showing off her well toned arms and legs. The color of it also gave her hair a somewhat electric quality, making her look like an exotic beauty.
The armor part wasn't bad either although not as showy it gave her an edge, and would certainly provide as some useful protection.
Bulma broke out in a full-fledgedsmirk as she walked out of the room to see Sei. After getting a silent nod of approvalfrom her newfound friend she went over to talk to her. "So you really think Goku is your son?"
"Would I lie to you," Sei said smirking a bit, "We'll talk about it more when his father arrives,"
Bulma perked up, "Oh yes the father what's he like," Bulma suggestively winked and nudged Sei in her side.
"Bardock," she replied with an almost dreamy factor in her voice, "He leads a group of third classes, that are so powerful it didn't take long before they were getting missions more dangerous than the elites." her eyes were aglow with how proud she was. Fighting was indeed very important to these people.
"It was even questioned if he should be allowed to move up in rank, but as Prince Vegeta so delicately puts it we can't change our blood, so we live as we are. Lucky King Vegeta lets us have certain special privileges. Bardock, and I are still third class, but King Vegeta gave me a job for head scientist, that allows us to live in the palace, and I'd be damned if we didn't live better than at least half the elites," she finished smirking.
Bulma looked up at her smirking friend guessing her husband was really great.
"Oh Bulma that brings me to one of the most important thing I need to talk to you about."
"Huh?" Bulma asked more than slightly intrigued. "Training," piped up Sei with a glow in her eyes, " A saiyan can never resist a good fight," she said licking her lips.
Bulma thought about it maybe it would be nice to have a good spar Goku always found it so amusing so there had to be something to it.
Bulma bounced down the stairs that they had now reached having no idea what she had just gotten herself into.
~*~
Yaumcha sat looking at his pretty blue butterfly that now sat safely on his desk. It was a nice little butterfly a cute little butterfly and nobody would ever take that away from him.
Oh, sure the Breifs had tried taking it from him, and he had saw Goku crying, because he had took his friend, but Bulma was his he finally had her all to himself and that's we're he'd keep her.
"It's ok little butterfly," he said putting his face up to the glass "your all mine now." (A/N: I know Yaumcha sounds crazy right now but this all plays a major part in my story, and Yaumcha not exactly my favorite character, but even if you like him just hold out and I'll try to redeem his character value just a bit)
~*~
Vegeta very impatiently stamped around in his room. Women just didn't fall out of the Sky on a daily basis this woman was somewhat special she must have a secret, but what could she be hiding?
Her coloring was all off, of course that was obvious. Vegeta had never heard of a blue haired saiyan. Maybe she was just a commoner.
That would explain why he never heard of her. She might have grown up in some slum way away from the palace gates, but that still didn't explain why she just fell out of the sky.
This was so damn frustrating. He'd just have to wait until he got word from the science wing.
Until then he would try to stop thinking about the blue haired onna. Vegeta bounded out of the door, he needed some training he almost felt sorry for the elite he got paired up with today.
Almost, he could almost picture the bloody pulp lying on the ground. He licked his lips. This was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
~*~
Sei had sat across from Bulma Indian style coaching her on ki. Bulma was a fast learner due to her extra absorbent genius brain and had learned how to make ki attacks, and was flying around in no time.
The real test came now a spar against Sei who she with little or no modesty had bragged about being the best female saiyan warrior that was ever rumored to live.
She told Bulma a little about how her power was just slightly lower than Nappa the personal body guard to the Prince, Bulma had given the appropriate oohs, and aahs, but her saiyan side had started to kick in and she clenched her fist in anticipation for the spar to come.
Sei flew at her with fifty of her power in check trying to send a right hook to Bulma's face Bulma quickly dodged flew over her with both of her fist clenched slammed them into Sei back making her pummel into the ground, "So you want to take this up a notch?" Seic asked powering up to her max.
She then flew at Bulma with inhuman speed (A/N: I know, Duh she's a saiyan) the fight was just about evenly matched from then on, until Seic finally realized that this was probably Bulma's first real fight, and she who had been raised a warrior was having a hard time keeping up.
Lets just say a motivated saiyan is usually a winning saiyan (A/N: Sorry about not writing more on the fighting scene, but there's going to be some fighting later and I just kinda wanted to get to a good part that's coming up and I guess my AN isn't really doing that either so back to the story).
With a new burst of energy Sei flew at Bulma full force, fazed out of sight, appeared behind her and delivered a sound round house kick to the woman's face.
Bulma spit up blood, and then realized something she had almost totally overlooked while fighting. Her stomach growled giving it's approval to speak.
"Um Sei," Bulma looked at her almost sheepishly, "I'm a little hungry."
Sei giggled a little she had forgotten that Bulma hadn't eaten probably all day. She couldn't wait till she found out how much she could really eat from what she understood about earth eating habits they didn't eat nearly as much as a saiyan did.
"I'll show you the way," said Sei holding out her hand to help Bulma up.
Seic didn't want to admit it but now that she thought about she was really hungry too, and instead of finding it amusing when Bulma stopped and looked at the art that practically decorated this castle from head to toe, she was getting impatient. Sei looked down at her watch. No wonder she was so hungry Bulma had gotten here right as she was coming back from her lunch break and now it was 19:23 almost two hours after she regularly ate dinner. Ah the joys of sparring the only thing that could keep a saiyan mind off of the joys and wonders of food.
After practically having to drag Bulma a long they finally reached the cafeteria. It was beautifully decorated.
The most probable reason because it was the second most popular place in saiyan culture, and a decorated training room did not do (the gravity room has not been invented yet, but don't worry it will be soon * wink*).
Bulma's thoughts were cut short when she saw the food or something that looked remotely like food, but now her saiyan instincts were kicking in, and she could have ate fried rat for all she cared, and looking at the stuff she would soon consume she just might.
Sei dragged Bulma over to a small line probably shorter now because the only reason a saiyan would eat this late is if they were training. They were both presented with giant pots that was filled with something that Bulma could only guess was stew, right now she didn't quite care.
Sei led her over to a table where they both sat down. Bulma took a little while to look for a spoon, but after she saw Sei sipping her stew she more than happily followed. The meal was delicious, and now that Bulma finally got a good look at the tub she had been served with she was surprised to find she had drank it all.
"Why isn't there any silver wear," she inquired turning to Seic.
I believe we tried that once with soup before," Sei giggled, "but the darn thing was so little and there was so much soup we ended up ki blasting the spoons in mid meal. An impatient saiyan with a spoon is not a funny sight,"
Bulma joined in giggling with Sei as she got out of her chair, putting a hand over her belly she got a content feeling food almost never gave her.
"Let's go Sei," she said nodding towards the door. Sei started to follow.
~*~
Meanwhile Kenato, the third strongest male elite (royals are in a different class, and lets just pretend Nappa is really strong, I'm so mean to all these characters) was walking down the hall with his buddy, or forced buddy since he was unfortunately his superior the second strongest, and defiantly one of the dumbest Rakmedah .
Now even though Kenato was strong he was known to be a little shy around the ladies and some of the officers were talking about him maybe having a little to much fun fighting with them if you know what I mean * wink* *wink *.
So Rakmedah always willing to help his friend decided to make a little bet.
"Kenato," Rakmedah said getting his "friends" attention, "I'll make you a little bet. The next unmarked saiyan female you see, try to see how far you can go with her and I'll tell the guys so that you're not as queer as we thought."
Kenato looked at him as if he was crazy. Kenato was not the kindest of saiyans but he definitely had pride, and he certainty wasn't making this bet.
Rakmedah looked around him, and saw a little third class saiyan coming out of the assigned eating area (each class saiyan has a designed eating area that's how he knows what class she is) with blue hair?!
That was absurd he'd never heard of a saiyan with blue coloring like that. Evidently today was his lucky day she was beautiful and a third class which meant he could over power her.
"Like this," Rakmedah said working his way over to the little blue number.
~*~
Bulma saw the guy walking he looked a little shady, and Sei definitely tensed at the sight of him. It looked like he was going to walk right by.
He quickly turned around smacking Sei into a wall, and coming directly towards Bulma with a satisfied smirk on his face.
He pinned her there holding her arms above her head, and planting a sloppy kiss on her mouth. Right now a million things were running through Bulma's mind the main thing being rape, and if she was going down she wasn't going like this.
The last thing she seamed to remember was this basturd's going to pay.
Her blue aura and her tail wipping wildly around her she pushed the dirty scum off of her. He stood back in what seemed like shock for a while.
Executing her plan perfectly Bulma formed a ki ball and without even thinking clearly yelled out, "Angel fury,'' a silver beam of light shot out of her hands, and formed in to seven perfect rings which surrounded the man at different angles creating a sphere around him, which soon closed into one blast, and exploded.
The poor guy (which I have no sympathies for) laid in a bloody pulp. She almost felt sorry for him, almost.
~*~
"Majesty," a messenger walked in, after receiving a nod from Vegeta he continued. "I regret to inform you your second strongest warrior is in the healing tanks, and is badly injured.
He will not be able to fight for at least a week," (they have less advanced technology, but tanks none the less).
"How?" Vegeta asked slightly shocked, but not outwardly showing it. It would take a near-death experience to be in that tank for so long.
"I think I got it wrong but I heard he was knocked out by a b-b-blue female saiyan, but that's impossible." he said fear evident.
Ah so the little onna finally decided to wake up huh? It was time for some answers he thought storming out the door heading for the science wing.
A/N:Cliffy I know I'm so evil but at least I didn't stop when that guy slammed Bulma into the wall I wanted you to know she got her revenge as people should with scum. For any one who cares Seichilenia is my name I made up that I love it's pronounced Sake-kill-E-n-E-a the E's are pronounced like E's and the lower case a is an ah. I really want you to review I thinks that's why I had so much fun writing this one is because you guys are really supportive, but now that I told my dad that I got good reviews on my story (don't ask me why I did it). He has this big dream that I'll be an author for some sort of side business. Oh well, at least he's supportive.
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A/N: I'm pretty sure this is the longest chapter yet, but I really had a lot of fun writing it for some reason I could never stop but now it's 5:35 AM, and I'm tired. So I hope you like it!!
Bulma looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Maybe this saiyan armor wasn't too bad.
The black spandex part clung to her every curve showing off her well toned arms and legs. The color of it also gave her hair a somewhat electric quality, making her look like an exotic beauty.
The armor part wasn't bad either although not as showy it gave her an edge, and would certainly provide as some useful protection.
Bulma broke out in a full-fledgedsmirk as she walked out of the room to see Sei. After getting a silent nod of approvalfrom her newfound friend she went over to talk to her. "So you really think Goku is your son?"
"Would I lie to you," Sei said smirking a bit, "We'll talk about it more when his father arrives,"
Bulma perked up, "Oh yes the father what's he like," Bulma suggestively winked and nudged Sei in her side.
"Bardock," she replied with an almost dreamy factor in her voice, "He leads a group of third classes, that are so powerful it didn't take long before they were getting missions more dangerous than the elites." her eyes were aglow with how proud she was. Fighting was indeed very important to these people.
"It was even questioned if he should be allowed to move up in rank, but as Prince Vegeta so delicately puts it we can't change our blood, so we live as we are. Lucky King Vegeta lets us have certain special privileges. Bardock, and I are still third class, but King Vegeta gave me a job for head scientist, that allows us to live in the palace, and I'd be damned if we didn't live better than at least half the elites," she finished smirking.
Bulma looked up at her smirking friend guessing her husband was really great.
"Oh Bulma that brings me to one of the most important thing I need to talk to you about."
"Huh?" Bulma asked more than slightly intrigued. "Training," piped up Sei with a glow in her eyes, " A saiyan can never resist a good fight," she said licking her lips.
Bulma thought about it maybe it would be nice to have a good spar Goku always found it so amusing so there had to be something to it.
Bulma bounced down the stairs that they had now reached having no idea what she had just gotten herself into.
~*~
Yaumcha sat looking at his pretty blue butterfly that now sat safely on his desk. It was a nice little butterfly a cute little butterfly and nobody would ever take that away from him.
Oh, sure the Breifs had tried taking it from him, and he had saw Goku crying, because he had took his friend, but Bulma was his he finally had her all to himself and that's we're he'd keep her.
"It's ok little butterfly," he said putting his face up to the glass "your all mine now." (A/N: I know Yaumcha sounds crazy right now but this all plays a major part in my story, and Yaumcha not exactly my favorite character, but even if you like him just hold out and I'll try to redeem his character value just a bit)
~*~
Vegeta very impatiently stamped around in his room. Women just didn't fall out of the Sky on a daily basis this woman was somewhat special she must have a secret, but what could she be hiding?
Her coloring was all off, of course that was obvious. Vegeta had never heard of a blue haired saiyan. Maybe she was just a commoner.
That would explain why he never heard of her. She might have grown up in some slum way away from the palace gates, but that still didn't explain why she just fell out of the sky.
This was so damn frustrating. He'd just have to wait until he got word from the science wing.
Until then he would try to stop thinking about the blue haired onna. Vegeta bounded out of the door, he needed some training he almost felt sorry for the elite he got paired up with today.
Almost, he could almost picture the bloody pulp lying on the ground. He licked his lips. This was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
~*~
Sei had sat across from Bulma Indian style coaching her on ki. Bulma was a fast learner due to her extra absorbent genius brain and had learned how to make ki attacks, and was flying around in no time.
The real test came now a spar against Sei who she with little or no modesty had bragged about being the best female saiyan warrior that was ever rumored to live.
She told Bulma a little about how her power was just slightly lower than Nappa the personal body guard to the Prince, Bulma had given the appropriate oohs, and aahs, but her saiyan side had started to kick in and she clenched her fist in anticipation for the spar to come.
Sei flew at her with fifty of her power in check trying to send a right hook to Bulma's face Bulma quickly dodged flew over her with both of her fist clenched slammed them into Sei back making her pummel into the ground, "So you want to take this up a notch?" Seic asked powering up to her max.
She then flew at Bulma with inhuman speed (A/N: I know, Duh she's a saiyan) the fight was just about evenly matched from then on, until Seic finally realized that this was probably Bulma's first real fight, and she who had been raised a warrior was having a hard time keeping up.
Lets just say a motivated saiyan is usually a winning saiyan (A/N: Sorry about not writing more on the fighting scene, but there's going to be some fighting later and I just kinda wanted to get to a good part that's coming up and I guess my AN isn't really doing that either so back to the story).
With a new burst of energy Sei flew at Bulma full force, fazed out of sight, appeared behind her and delivered a sound round house kick to the woman's face.
Bulma spit up blood, and then realized something she had almost totally overlooked while fighting. Her stomach growled giving it's approval to speak.
"Um Sei," Bulma looked at her almost sheepishly, "I'm a little hungry."
Sei giggled a little she had forgotten that Bulma hadn't eaten probably all day. She couldn't wait till she found out how much she could really eat from what she understood about earth eating habits they didn't eat nearly as much as a saiyan did.
"I'll show you the way," said Sei holding out her hand to help Bulma up.
Seic didn't want to admit it but now that she thought about she was really hungry too, and instead of finding it amusing when Bulma stopped and looked at the art that practically decorated this castle from head to toe, she was getting impatient. Sei looked down at her watch. No wonder she was so hungry Bulma had gotten here right as she was coming back from her lunch break and now it was 19:23 almost two hours after she regularly ate dinner. Ah the joys of sparring the only thing that could keep a saiyan mind off of the joys and wonders of food.
After practically having to drag Bulma a long they finally reached the cafeteria. It was beautifully decorated.
The most probable reason because it was the second most popular place in saiyan culture, and a decorated training room did not do (the gravity room has not been invented yet, but don't worry it will be soon * wink*).
Bulma's thoughts were cut short when she saw the food or something that looked remotely like food, but now her saiyan instincts were kicking in, and she could have ate fried rat for all she cared, and looking at the stuff she would soon consume she just might.
Sei dragged Bulma over to a small line probably shorter now because the only reason a saiyan would eat this late is if they were training. They were both presented with giant pots that was filled with something that Bulma could only guess was stew, right now she didn't quite care.
Sei led her over to a table where they both sat down. Bulma took a little while to look for a spoon, but after she saw Sei sipping her stew she more than happily followed. The meal was delicious, and now that Bulma finally got a good look at the tub she had been served with she was surprised to find she had drank it all.
"Why isn't there any silver wear," she inquired turning to Seic.
I believe we tried that once with soup before," Sei giggled, "but the darn thing was so little and there was so much soup we ended up ki blasting the spoons in mid meal. An impatient saiyan with a spoon is not a funny sight,"
Bulma joined in giggling with Sei as she got out of her chair, putting a hand over her belly she got a content feeling food almost never gave her.
"Let's go Sei," she said nodding towards the door. Sei started to follow.
~*~
Meanwhile Kenato, the third strongest male elite (royals are in a different class, and lets just pretend Nappa is really strong, I'm so mean to all these characters) was walking down the hall with his buddy, or forced buddy since he was unfortunately his superior the second strongest, and defiantly one of the dumbest Rakmedah .
Now even though Kenato was strong he was known to be a little shy around the ladies and some of the officers were talking about him maybe having a little to much fun fighting with them if you know what I mean * wink* *wink *.
So Rakmedah always willing to help his friend decided to make a little bet.
"Kenato," Rakmedah said getting his "friends" attention, "I'll make you a little bet. The next unmarked saiyan female you see, try to see how far you can go with her and I'll tell the guys so that you're not as queer as we thought."
Kenato looked at him as if he was crazy. Kenato was not the kindest of saiyans but he definitely had pride, and he certainty wasn't making this bet.
Rakmedah looked around him, and saw a little third class saiyan coming out of the assigned eating area (each class saiyan has a designed eating area that's how he knows what class she is) with blue hair?!
That was absurd he'd never heard of a saiyan with blue coloring like that. Evidently today was his lucky day she was beautiful and a third class which meant he could over power her.
"Like this," Rakmedah said working his way over to the little blue number.
~*~
Bulma saw the guy walking he looked a little shady, and Sei definitely tensed at the sight of him. It looked like he was going to walk right by.
He quickly turned around smacking Sei into a wall, and coming directly towards Bulma with a satisfied smirk on his face.
He pinned her there holding her arms above her head, and planting a sloppy kiss on her mouth. Right now a million things were running through Bulma's mind the main thing being rape, and if she was going down she wasn't going like this.
The last thing she seamed to remember was this basturd's going to pay.
Her blue aura and her tail wipping wildly around her she pushed the dirty scum off of her. He stood back in what seemed like shock for a while.
Executing her plan perfectly Bulma formed a ki ball and without even thinking clearly yelled out, "Angel fury,'' a silver beam of light shot out of her hands, and formed in to seven perfect rings which surrounded the man at different angles creating a sphere around him, which soon closed into one blast, and exploded.
The poor guy (which I have no sympathies for) laid in a bloody pulp. She almost felt sorry for him, almost.
~*~
"Majesty," a messenger walked in, after receiving a nod from Vegeta he continued. "I regret to inform you your second strongest warrior is in the healing tanks, and is badly injured.
He will not be able to fight for at least a week," (they have less advanced technology, but tanks none the less).
"How?" Vegeta asked slightly shocked, but not outwardly showing it. It would take a near-death experience to be in that tank for so long.
"I think I got it wrong but I heard he was knocked out by a b-b-blue female saiyan, but that's impossible." he said fear evident.
Ah so the little onna finally decided to wake up huh? It was time for some answers he thought storming out the door heading for the science wing.
A/N:Cliffy I know I'm so evil but at least I didn't stop when that guy slammed Bulma into the wall I wanted you to know she got her revenge as people should with scum. For any one who cares Seichilenia is my name I made up that I love it's pronounced Sake-kill-E-n-E-a the E's are pronounced like E's and the lower case a is an ah. I really want you to review I thinks that's why I had so much fun writing this one is because you guys are really supportive, but now that I told my dad that I got good reviews on my story (don't ask me why I did it). He has this big dream that I'll be an author for some sort of side business. Oh well, at least he's supportive.
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