UmmmUmmm…hi? Heheh, this is my first attempt at a story. So please review and be nice with the flames…..does a compliment for every burn sound reasonable? Help me become a better writer! Suggestions are more than welcomed! Thanks!
Shiiro Hikari

Last time...

"Impossible."
The gruff voice came from somewhere behind her and snapped her back into reality…and pain. She glanced down at her bleeding hand; shards of metal pierced it. The other pieces of the Radar she spotted on the ground...
Almost like they were melted, they look hot. Did I do that? How? It defies the laws of physics, that I could weild such destructive power. Her blue orbs widened at the next thought ...Oh I did it. I can feel that raw power buried somewhere deep a moment to let the realization sink in, and then another, dangerous thought …and I like it.
And a pair of smooth, perfect lips curved into a cheshire grin.
Oh, this was gonna be a blast.

NOW, on with the show...

"What's going on woman?" the door barked...

the door? Bulma though,before she spun around. "Vegeta?!!" She started, wide eyes blinking rapidly, bloodied hand thrown behind her back in a terribly guilty manner.

"Woman." Vegeta rolled out, voice low.

"What do you want?"she fumbled back.

He said nothing at first, simply straightned away from the door frame,staring at her, then turned and exited the room. He paused a few steps into the hall way and glanced back, almost as an after thought, "Come."

The return of her composure was fast. Her voice was solid and her shoulders were thrown back as a steady hand came to rest on a jutted hip. "Excuse me? Look here mister, I don't know if you've noticed yet, but we are not on planet Vegeta, and on Earth you can't just order people around like..Ahhh!" Bulma squeaked as she was lifted off her feet. She sucked in a breath to call for Vegeta's help when a familiar growl came from behind her...right behind her. And so, in a split-second decision, she resourcefully used her breath in a different way, "VEGETA! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!"

"Quiet down." Vegeta barked in reprimend, carrying Bulma towards the kitchen, princess-style."You will learn to do as I tell you without question." At this Bulma narrowed her eyes, her mouth opening with meaning...then just as quickly shut, caught off gaurd as Vegeta rumbled low in his throat, and bared his canines in warning.

After staring the confused woman down, Vegeta looked up to the room they had just entered, walking with purpose to the kitchen's island. With ease he sat Bulma upon the countertop, then turned to rummage through the cupboards, but not before giving Bulma a look that clearly said 'Stay.'

Bulma shifted uneasily at the look and winced as her hand hit a nearby faucet head,
"Ouch." She yelped, bringing her hand to her chest and cradeling it with her other, good hand. She had forgotten all about her injury since Vegeta had showed up, but now, looking down, she realized how bad it was. Her Thumb was curled down, the deep cut on its joint was begining to clot and pull the skin together. Several small pieces of metal protruded from the palm and fingers of her hand, nothing too serious. But towards the middle, between the bones of the pinky and ring finger a thin slate of jagged metal, about the size of a quarter, was lodged in her hand. She turned it over and found the tip of it just jutting through the other side. She sucked in breath at the sight.

Vegeta, whom she had long since forgotten was in the room, watched, a first aid kit in hand, as Bulma checked out the damage. He watched as she tested the mobility of her fingers. And then, when she examined her skewered palm, breath suddering and teeth clamping to bravely hold back a sob, he smirked.

Bulma shakily raised her good hand to the quarter-sized piece of metal, halting when a sound broke the silence.

"Stop." Vegeta commanded, walking to the counter with the first aid kit."Don't touch it yet."

"Vegeta," Bulma said in a daze,looking at him in a kind of wonder, "My hand hurts."

Vegeta, busily opening a bottle of antiseptic over the sink next to Bulma, glanced at her. Taking in her glazed eyes and noting her listless tone, he grunted.

"What happened?" Bulma wondered out loud, staring at her hand, and watching as Vegeta held it over the sink and dabbed it with antiseptic.

"You lost control of your ki," Vegeta said sternly, now picking out the smaller pieces of metal shards, "and your pathetic body could not handle the results."

Bulma was back to normal and rolled her eyes at the you're-a-pathetic-human jab. "Yeah right, ki. Funny Vegeta, why would I ha-...Oh, my...I..the dragon radar and then..." Bulma's eyes widened.
"I have...ki. Just like you guys do." She stared wildly at Vegeta, who was still bent over her hand..."I could....become a basketball star!!! Or better yet, a gymnist!"

"You will train." Vegeta said, catching Bulma's eyes and holding them.

"What? Vegeta, you have got to be kidding me, I-..OWWW!" The scientist screamed as Vegeta ripped the metal from her hand.

"You will train, woman."

Bulma shrunk back at his advance, but said clearly, for the sake of conflict, "No."

Vegeta growled loudly, and soon Bulma found herself once again dangeling in the air, Vegeta's face just inches from hers.

"Vegeta! Put me down! You....have your tail back?" She trailed off after noticing the furry appendage wrapped around her waist and keeping her from the ground.

The growling got louder. "Woman! You will do as I say." He bellowed.

Bulma lowered her eyes in thought for a moment and then looked back at Vegeta..."Do you mean..I can learn to fly? A grin crept on to her face. "Wow."