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This Is The Enforcer Speaking,

I wanted to address something here and now. I do indeed love reviews, I appreciate every single one I have or will ever get however, I am not a review whore and will not sell my soul for someone's comments. So I will be straightening something out right now that may piss off one of my reviewers. A reviewer suggested I drop my rating and complained about my as of so far lack of "lemon". About how anyone who reads "M" ratings expects a "lemon" right off the bat, well since I am someone who only reads "M" stories I personally don't expect them right off. I personally enjoy those stories where the author builds up the relationship, the characters, quite a bit before the "lemon" than those whose first chapter is a lemon. I will not drop my rating, it is for future chapters. Some of the BEST stories I have ever read, fanfiction or otherwise, famous authors or my fellow man, have held off on the sex until it was appropriate. In this AU I am developing unique character types for both Bulma and Vegeta. How in the hell will someone be able to appreciate their coming together if they don't know them? This is not a PWP if you want that you need to go elsewhere, I am building a tale here not merely for the enjoyment of erotica but for the thrill of a true story. If someone reads my stories only for the sex than I have done something wrong or you have chosen the wrong story to read. To those of you who are enjoying yourself, who understand what I am saying and still stick by me (whether you review or not) I thank you whole heartedly. You will not be disappointed. The passion will show itself in due time. I will not belittle my story and hack it to pieces to rush the smut. Okay. I'm done ranting now. I love you all , those who love me and even those who don't. Anyways…

On to the story!

Chapter Four

Training

It was dark and the world was silent. Bulma stood alone; blood and gore clung to her naked body in globs and long strings. She shook gently as she stared out into the darkness. Where was she? The blood that coated her body ran in hot fresh lines.

"You are a disgrace." It was her own voice that shocked Bulma to her core. Spinning Bulma froze. She was staring at herself as she had been before her world fell apart. Her mirror image stood with arms crossed, not a drop of blood on her crisp black gi. "You allowed yourself to be captured. Where is your honor?"

"I had no choice!" Bulma screamed at herself.

"We always have a choice." The doppelganger smirked, her waist length hair shifting in an invisible wind. "You chose to live while all those you hold dear had that choice ripped from them."

The world spun and blackness ate Bulmas vision, she could no longer see herself.

"You have no honor; you are a coward who should have died with the rest of your family." These last words echoed around her, haunting her.

When Bulma could see again she realized she was standing in front of her home. It looked just like it had the last time she'd been in it. Smoke rose slowly from the rubble around her. The mutilated bodies of her parents lay in a congealed pool of blood and thicker things.

Bile rose in the back of her throat as she turned away, unable to bare the site any longer.

"Mom?" Bulma gasped, stumbling backwards and ending up on her butt. "Dad?"

Her parents stood in front of Bulma as they had been before the war.

"You let them kill us." Mrs. Briefs spoke harshly as she walked towards her daughter. Bulma skittered backwards on her hands and feet trying to get away from the phantom figure.

"You ran away," Her dad came forward, hatred burning in his eyes. "you left us to them."

"No!" Bulma screamed as her hand touched something cold and sticky. "There was nothing I could do." She crawled to her feet, not looking at whatever she'd put her hand in.

"That's right Bulma. You were too weak to stop them and now the entire world has paid for your weakness." Mr. Briefs turned away from Bulma when he finished. Her mother cast a long glare at her then joined her dad. They shunned her.

"You shouldn't have let them take you. You should have died." Her moms harsh words felt like stab wounds in Bulmas heart.

"I will avenge you please, please forgive me." Falling to her knees Bulma reached out grabbing her dad's wrist.

"We have no forgiveness to give."

Suddenly the world shifted. Bulma was no longer holding her father's wrist but a pile of blood, meat, and bones.

That was it, too much. Bulma retched, vomiting on the body, the ground and her self. She threw up until there was nothing left inside of her. It began to grow dark again and Bulma only had time to think, no please no more, but there would be no stopping it as the universe spun preparing to show her more horrors.

"Girl, girl, wake the fuck up!" Bulma was jarred violently from her nightmare. Still confused and panicky Bulma did the only thing she could. She reacted. Her the punch connected solidly with Vegetas eye. Bulma was caught between reality and her dream as she continued her assault on Vegeta.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Bulma screamed repeatedly.

Vegeta grabbed both of Bulma's wrists in one hand and shook her.

"Calm your self." He commanded.

Bulma's eyes cleared and her realty snapped back in place. It had been a dream, only a dream. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at Vegeta.

He let her go slowly. "Nice right-cross, for a human."

Bulma let her arms drop to her sides as she finally looked away from Vegeta's face, embarrassed.

The Prince looked away from her. Something moved behind his unreadable eyes, something dark and cold, before he looked back up.

"You start your training today." Vegeta commanded as he made his way to the bathroom. The bathroom door slide shut with the sound of finality. Slumping back against the wall Bulma hid her face in her hands. How could she be so weak?

With a sigh Bulma stood, pulling herself together she began pacing as she waited for vegetable head to get out of the bathroom.

A thought occurred to Bulma suddenly, she didn't have any clean underwear. She paused in her evil plot to wear a path in Vegeta's carpet and cursed softly. Bulma so did not want to have to explain to him, of all people, that she needed clean panties. The idea of rewearing underwear made her shudder. Gross.

By the time the door slide open to the bathroom Bulma had worked herself back to some semblance of normal. She could do this. After all everyone wore underwear, right?

Vegeta stepped out of the shower with a short white towel around his neck. His lower body was incased in skintight black training shorts, white training boots covered his feet and ankles. Bulma's eyes quickly wondered across his body lingering far too long on his scarred chest. The scars crisscrossed his chest and abdomen, one particularly nasty one looked like someone had attempted to rip his heart out from under his ribcage.

"See something you like, girl?" Vegeta's voice snapped Bulma out of her thoughts. The Prince smirked classically at her.

Bulma blushed. "I was just looking at the scars." Most people would have danced around it, lied and not admitted to what they were doing, but Bulma wasn't like most people.

"I have been training more years than you have been alive and have been in more battles than you could ever imagine. Now quit staring." Vegeta turned towards the training room, touching the button to open the door he turned his head slightly to the side.

"A third class will be dropping of fresh clothing for you momentarily. Change, then report to me." The door closed swiftly behind him.

Rolling her eyes Bulma settled herself against the wall again. At least that was one awkward situation adverted. Though the way he gave orders irritated her beyond belief. Vegeta was just too terribly used to giving orders and being obeyed without question.

Moments later an aggravating buzzing sound zapped Bulma out of her stupor. Jumping to her feet Bulma looked around for the source of the racket. A small button was flashing red next to the door; the noise was coming from the microphone next to the button. Another button sat dormant, opposite the first.

Frowning Bulma smashed the flashing red button first, figuring it would stop the noise. Oh it stopped the noise alright, it also opened the door.

Bulma found herself staring at a tall lean Saiyan with spiky black hair that stuck out at even odder angles that the Princes. The power Bulma felt radiating off of this Saiyan made her mouth drop open. She couldn't decide who was stronger, Vegeta or this new guy. One thing was for sure, Vegetas' Ki felt much more organize. This guy felt like a little kid trapped in a warriors body.

"Hi! I'm Kakkorot." The Saiyan broke out into the biggest grin Bulma had ever seen as he placed one hand behind his head. The other hand held a large sack of what Bulma assumed was her clothing.

Bulma nearly fell over in shock. Saiyans didn't act that way, ever.

"Are you insane?" Bulma cautiously questioned the overpowered idiot, her hand hovering over the button to shut the door. She was prepared to shut it in his face.

"No but he was dropped on his head as a child."

"Gah!" Bulma stumbled backwards as she found herself looking down at the absolute shortest Saiyan that she had ever seen.

"Just give her the clothing so we can leave." Bulma thought she saw veins starting to pop out on his head. "We don't have time to play maid to the Princes pet." Somehow Bulma doubted he'd be so bold if his Prince was within earshot. Bulma was just about to get angry over the pet comment when Kakkorot began talking again.

"Aw, come on Krillin we can't be rude to her, she must be really strong if she's managed to stay alive this long!" Why did Kakkorot always speak like he'd just downed a couple of tabs of speed? Bulma wondered silently.

Glaring up at her Krillin spoke through clinched teeth. "She's only human." He reached up, fidgeting with his scouter. "Bah. Come on, hand the package over or I will."

From the differences in their Ki Bulma highly doubted Krillin could make the other Saiyan do anything that he truly didn't want to do.

"In a minute." He waved away Krillins' complaints. "What's your name?"

Bulma, thrown by Kakkorots' behavior stuttered twice before spitting out her name.

"Bulma, Bulma Briefs." Her introduction was cut short when she found herself wrapped up in a giant bear hug. Bulma panicked, kicking and elbowing the unruly Saiyan, but she might as well have been pummeling a brick wall.

"Can't. Breath." Bulma barely get the words out as she fought for air.

"Oh, oops." Kakkorot dropped her to the ground where she lay choking and gasping for air.

Growling, Krillin reached down and hefted Bulma to her feet.

"Like I said, dropped on his head." The short man mumbled before snatching the sack of clothes from Kakkorots hand and shoving it into Bulmas' arms. "We're leaving now." He snapped as he turned, dragging Kakkorot along behind him by the upper arm.

"See ya later B!" The dumb one waved over his shoulder as they made their way down the hall and disappeared around the corner.

Bulma sagged against the door once it slid closed, glad to be away from the moron known as Kakkorot. He made her nervous, was extremely juvenile and powerful enough to rival his Prince.

Though Bulma could see why he would be a third class. He was an idiot. A small smile played across her face, but he was a nice change of pace and maybe she could get used to him. Bulma had the feeling he could grow on you, kind of like mold or a wart.

Digging through the bag Bulma discovered what amounted to a new wardrobe. She wouldn't be hurting for underwear anytime soon that was for sure.

After changing into her Gi and taking care of business in the bathroom Bulma stepped into the training room. Vegeta was floating high in the air, already covered in a fine sheen of sweat and running through some complicated Kata. He paused in his motions to look down at Bulma.

"Well come on up here so we can get started." Vegeta snapped. Bulma crossed her arms and glared down at the floor, a red tinge covering her cheeks.

"I can't fly." Bulma mumbled quick and under her breath.

"What?" Vegeta questioned, he sounded aggravated. Bulma tried again, mumbling a little bit louder this time. "Huh?" Bulma could tell Vegeta was losing patience and tried again, but she was too embarrassed and it came out as another garbled mess.

"Girl if you don't spit it out right now I'm going to come down there and throttle you myself."

Clinching her fists Bulma finally screamed.

"I! Can't! Fly!" Her words echoed around the huge room, bouncing off the walls, taunting her.

Vegeta slowly lowered himself to the ground.

"I suspected as much when you ran from me instead of flying. How is it possible that you can have a power reading like this but be incapable of flight?" The Prince seemed to be talking to himself more than her but Bulma answered the question anyways.

"I have difficulty drawing on my Ki. I can scrape bits and pieces from the surface to form small Ki blasts, but that's about it. I haven't been able to draw my Ki out so that it becomes a part of me. It is why I'm still only human strong, none of my attacks combine my physical strength with my Ki, it's also why I can't fly. I've hit a block and I don't know how to get past it."

Bulma rattled off her sorry story quickly. It felt like her face was on fire. Bulma left out the fact that her inability to properly use her Ki was why she hadn't been able to defend her family and friends when the Saiyans attacked. It went without saying.

Her body shook with anger as she fought for control, fought back the tears that threatened to spill from the thought that she was going to become the student of her enemy.

"I can teach you." Vegetas words brought Bulma back to reality. "You must learn how to utilize your Ki or you will never be able to defeat a Saiyan."

Vegeta stared down at Bulma, his eyes boring down into hers.

"Can you sense Ki?" Bulma asked suddenly. Vegeta looked vaguely startled. "If you can't then I will teach you how, in exchange for your training. I don't want to owe you anything." She all but spit the words out.

"You can feel how powerful someone else is?" The Prince question.

"Yeah, it also lets you locate someone without the use of a scouter. Besides, scouters only work if someone is not suppressing their Ki or attempting to hide their power. It would make scouters obsolete for you."

Vegeta nodded once. "We have a deal." His voice all but growled at Bulma. She suppressed a shiver. "Now let's get started with you first. My patience is wearing thin as it is."

Hours later found Bulma covered in sweat, sitting on the floor cross-legged and thoroughly pissed off. Vegeta had instructed her to find the core of herself, within herself, that place where all her power was housed.

She was supposed to find it, grab a hold of it and then coax it to the surface. Yet every single time she tried it slipped between her fingers. It was like trying to grab a handful of water and put it along with the entire ocean up out of the ground in on solid piece. It was incredibly frustrating.

Bulma couldn't stand it, opening her eyes she stood.

"I can't take this anymore; I've told you and told you that this has never worked." Bulma punched the wall in frustration, succeeding only in scraping her knuckles.

Vegeta paused upside down, caught in the middle of doing some mid air cartwheels.

"Get your ass down here right now." Bulma snarled, ripping off her top so that she wore only her hakama pants and black sports bra. She was so angry that she needed to fight, even if it meant her ending up in the med bay. Throwing her top to the side Bulma screamed wordlessly.

All the meditation had done was rub her failures in her face.

Righting himself Vegeta dropped to the ground with a sneer. "I could kill you with my pinky."

"I don't give a shit." Bulma stalked towards Vegeta. "Fight me, fight me right now."

Once she was within range Bulma struck…an iron vice known as Vegetas' fist. The look in his eyes was indefinable but the frown on his face spoke volumes. He was not pleased with her antics.

"Fine." His voice was a low growl. "We will try this another way."

The sudden pain in Bulmas stomach was quickly replaced by the blow to her back as she slammed into the wall behind her, thrown across the room by the force of Vegetas punch. Coughing Bulma pulled herself to her feet, a smirk on her face.

"Now that's more like it." She launched herself at the Prince in a flurry of kicks and punches. Then he was gone. Bulma spun in a quick circle looking for him; Vegeta reappeared in front of her kicking her in the side sending her tumbling across the room. The wind blew out of her body and some of her ribs cracked, tearing a scream from Bulmas throat.

Bulma drug herself up off the floor, gritting her teeth against the grinding of bone against bone. But it didn't last long as Vegeta nonchalantly flipped a small ball of Ki in her direction. It slammed into her with what felt like the force of a mack truck. Screaming Bulma threw her arms up in the way of the blast as it drove her backwards. She had no way to stop it as it exploded, plowing her into the ground.

Blood seeped out the corner of her mouth as Bulma pushed herself up but she could only gain her knees.

Vegeta stalked over to her, Bulma could only watch him as shame colored her vision. Reaching down Vegeta yanked her up by her wrist making her cry out in pain as her ribs ground together. The Prince held Bulma off the ground by only her wrist and slowly formed a Ki ball in his other hand.

"If you do not find the power within yourself to block these menial attacks then I will kill you. I will not waste my time on a weakling." Vegeta threw Bulma a good distance away from him.

Bulma clawed at the ground until she skidded to a halt.

"How disgusting…" closing her eyes against his voice Bulma wondered why the universe hated her so much, "you have no pride."

Vegeta stood with arms crossed, looking down at her with a sneer on his face and disgust plain in his eyes.

"Your opinion doesn't matter to me." Bulma snapped at him. "Besides, what do you know of pride?"

He struck her, harder than he'd ever hit her before. Bulma gasped as light exploded behind her eyes. Vegeta walked over, calmly lifting Bulma up in the air with one hand and smacking her face with the other. He hit her over and over, left then right until he seemed satisfied. Dropping her to the ground Vegeta crouched over Bulmas withered form.

"Ha! A Saiyans pride has no match in the universe. We are the best, the strongest. How could you, a mere human, ever have thought you stood a chance against any Saiyan at all let alone me the Prince of all Saiyans?" Vegeta's voice was arrogant. Bulma could barely move. It dawned on her then how easy it would be for him to kill her, he could probably do it by accident. She was too weak!

"Look, you're shaking. You are all alone in this world, you left everyone you knew or cared for to die and now you lay here beaten by the very thing that took your world from you. It seems I have striped you of your pride or did you even have any to begin with? You are a prideless wretch."

Vegeta formed a Ki ball in his hand then aimed it at Bulma. "Block this now, or you die." And then he let it go.

Bulma began to shake, anger boiled inside of her like never before, it seared through her veins and became a part of her. Gathering her strength Bulma fed her anger, let it take control, let it give her strength. It was like the touch of a long lost friend, this emotion. It was like turning the key in a lock, all the tumblers fell in places. Click, click, thump.

"You may have taken everything else from me," Bulma hissed with barely controlled rage, "but you will never take my pride!" She screamed, shoving all of her anger, all of her strength into one final attack and unleash it on the Prince.

Ki burst out around her in a blazing blue green glory. Covering her, filling with power and the attack that flew from her opened palms was no longer the pail white it had been before but the same brilliance as her new found aura. It slammed into Vegetas' attack, knocking it away and to the side. The Ki balls exploded harmlessly in the distance and Bulma was panting, down on one knee, with hands still in the air.

Bulma vision began to blur as she slipped back down to the ground. She could hardly move.

"It looks like you might not be such a waste of time after all." Vegeta knelt in front of Bulma, drawing her gaze up to meet his eyes. "You've been attempting to use gentle methods of persuasion it appears the key to your power is anger, rage, and ultimately your pride."

Vegeta lifted Bulma up in his arms. "I have to move you or else you will be in my way while I do some real training."

Bulma cursed at Vegeta and fought to get away. "I can walk out my self."

Her ass hitting the ground was more than a little sobering. "Then do it."

Crawling to her feet Bulma gasped and cursed some more but she did manage to stumble her way out of the training room. Though she did only make it to the carpet right outside the training room door.

Yay for soft fluffy carpet, Bulma thought right before she blacked out.

A/N: Wow, this was irritating to write. I really hope you like it, also I realize that Bulma and Vegeta, primarily Bulma are a tad out of character (okay Bulma is WAY out of character) but that is why this is an AU I get to do what I want with them. Any helpful comments would be greatly appreciated. Again bare with me and I will not disappoint. There will be more than enough LEMON to go around later.

-The Enforcer