A/N: Just a little peek to how things are going on Earth...Thanks for all who reviewed! Thank you! And bold is talking in japanese.

Chapter V – Chikyuu-jin Training

Sweat poured down her forehead and neck. Actually she was toatally covered in sweat. There was no inch on her body that wasn't matted with it and the outfir she wore clung like glued to her skin itching and stinging terribly.

ChiChi felt like her lungs would tear off, but she kept running. Quickly throwing a glance at Bulma's direction, who was running beside her also covered in sweat, she resumed the hard pace.

They had started raining two weeks ago with Kame'sennin, the Legendary Turtle Master Muten Roshi. First, they had been disgusted with the idea but when the training had begun they had changed their minds about their earlier opinion of the Turtle Master.He had not made one perverted comment or even suggested something like that. The tarining the old man put them thru was downright impossible. Obviously he was taking this seriously too. After all, Goku was his best student and friend and ChiChi suspected, at some level like a son to him.

First ChiChi had taught Bulma the basics of martial arts and then they had proceed to the training part which consisted of building the strength. The women kind of knew what to expect. Goku had told ChiChi all about his training and Bulma had witnessed it with her own eyes in her younger years.

The training was easier to ChiChi who was stronger, a lot stronger, than Bulma to begin with, and the turtle shell in her back didn't feel so heavy as Bulma felt it to be. Bulma also having a weaker physical shape was far more tired and had less stamina than ChiChi did. The raven-haired Amazon had come to conclusion, that the only reason why she still was in shape for fighting, was because she lived with two wild males, her otto and musuko( husband and son), who had energy more than than the law should allow. You try to keep up with them and besides, love making with Goku was quite wild and stamina asking.

The Z senshi had completely agreed to the rescue plan and started training as fast as they got senzu beans and good luck wish from Kami( Which Kami sent with Yajirobi as he brought the beans). But when the women had announced that they were coming with them and starting training, they had been shocked. Reluctantly they had given into the demand (After all they were dealing with the most dangerous women on Chikyuu on the temper part). And to have best results Z senshi couldn't waste their training time to teach girls or mainly Bulma to fight, so Kame'sennin had agreed right away saying he was too old to fly around in space after reckless martial art students.

Bulma and ChiChi had both threatened him not to do anything 'dirty' and then accepted the offer. It was after all the only way for them, anyway.

Bulma had ordered her father Dr. Briefs to built a spaceship for them right away and explained why. Dr. Briefs had immediately abandoned his other inventions and work and started on the spaceship.

It would take about year to be built for no prints or plans for spaceships were ready and everything had to be strted from nothing. A year, that was the time they had to learn, train and built everything. And it felt way too long time too.

Bulma had never been in more pain in her whole life. Probably she had been in her teenage years, when she adventured around but couldn't just now remember it.

Bushes and high sharp-edged weeds were scratching her legs and the turtle shell on her back weighted like a sin. The straps were chafing her shoulders and the skin was almost raw. Bulma wore a dark blue sleeveless women's chinese martial artist gi with light blue lining and slits up to her hips. They were running in the jungle and it was hot so she wore no under shirt or pants. Her lungs burned and her legs were begging her to give up but she wouldn't.

She couldn't give up.

Bulma had always considered herself as a half Z senshi. Not fully one. She had always wanted to be one, but hadn't had courage to ask someone to teach her. Now she had a chance and she'd be damned if she let it slip and she had a two people to rescue. Her best friend who was almost like a brother to her and that cute nephew of hers. She already considered herself as Gohan's obasan and ChiChi had told her a while ago that she and Goku had planned on making her Gohan's godmother and obasan. Bulma had been very delighted at this and almost exploded in fury as now part of her family were dragged off to dpace by that 'brother' of Goku's. So giving up wasn't even an option.

She would pull through this. Even if it took her life.

Bulma kept running.

Her looks hadn't suffered that much though. Her short hair was matted to her skin, wet from the sweat appearing darker than it was. She was muddy and ruffled from the days training. She didn't have her usual make up. But the fire in her eyes that she was unaware of lit up her whole being and she looked more attracting and beautiful.

But she didn't know it and was ready to sacrifice her looks for this and her newly appointed godson and nephew.

ChiChi was by her outlooks no better off. She too was muddy and scratched, looking like she had lived in a jungle. ChiChi wore a purple sleeveless chinese style gi with yellow lining and slits also up to her hips. She too had ditched her black undershirt and pants much to the silent unshown happiness of Master Roshi.

Her now short hair was matted to her head, soaked in sweat and mud. She had cut it to make it easier to train and her long hair kept getting in the way. She hadn't done it gladly and wondered all the time what Goku-sa would think about it. Would he like it? Would he think it was horrible? And she was starting to like it short. She still had her bangs and locks framing her face, she had only shaped them little. The rest of her hair was quite short and was on a cock's tail naturally, spiking little upwards. ( Sorry for you who like her hair long, but it had to be done. It will grow back later, don't worry.)

She was ready to get her beloved otoko back no matter what. And her little Gohan… At least Goku-sa was there... if he was still alive...if Gohan-chan was still alive... ' No! Dont' think like that! You'd know if they'd be dead!' Her throat constricted.

The training really wasn't that hard but still enough straining and she was little rusty after all things. Getting married and becoming a wife and having Gohan… and like she said; it required hellova lot energy to keep up with them.

Her mind flew almost immediately to Goku. No, no, no! I can't think him right now! I can't!

But a memory of his masculine body and scent surfaced again and she felt a familiar burning in her lower abdomen. How she missed him. Both emotionally and physically.

She bit her lip in attempt suffocate a moan that almost escaped her lips. Luckily the running was helping a little to sooth her longing.

'Just keep running. You can't let it distract you. The better and more you train, more chances you have,' ChiChi thought as some quick flashes of most intimate memories popped in her mind frequently.

'Kuso ChiChi! Concentrate! Shimatta! You can't think like this right now!'

Their training camp was closing in fast. Much faster than they first thought. Suddenly the annoyingly heavy turtle shell on ChiChi back became lighter. Almost there!

Her body was screaming in exhaustion and felt like it was on fire with extra hot flames. Her lungs felt way too small and like she was always one lungful short on the precious oxygen.

Finally she allowed her body to fall on the ground hearing a thud besides her at the same time. They lay there panting and feeling pretty much like shit.

" We're getting better, desu ne?"ChiChi panted heavily. " Soon we can move on to real practice…"

Bulma groaned trying desperately suck some air in her burning lungs.

" Hai…" she gasped out not really wanting to know what the real practice would be like.

" C'mon Bulma-san…let's get some water and start on push ups…"

And they dragged their selves up somehow leaning on each other for support and staggered to get some water and take a little pause.

Kame'sennin nodded appreciatingly at his hiding place, perche on a big sturdy branch, hiddne by everything and chi pressed to absolut zero point. The females were much better than anticipated. This could turn out to be good after all.

A/N: Yeah. It's short...kinda filler y'know...review!