Bulma was always aware of her surroundings even if it appeared that she wasn't. It was a tough lesson to learn for the self-absorbed spoiled brat she used to be. Kami-sama and Mr. Popo drilled it into her that she was not the center of any universe just because she was the de-facto princess of Earth. Eventually she got the lesson and she was about to display how good a student she was.
As Nappa crept up on Bulma, she sensed the shift in the air-from neutral to hostile. Quickly shifted her head to the left as a meaty hand passed her ear. She took the time to quirk up a smile. A slow and sloppy movement by a soon to be disposed of enemy.
With one fluid motion she grabbed his wrist firmly with her right hand, contorting it to cause enough pain as a distraction, then grabbing his tricep with her other hand, perfectly positioning him to throw him. Even though Nappa was larger, Bulma's expert use of her weight and balance was perfect as he flew head over heels across the room. As he awkwardly landed 20 feet away on his face, and ass in the air, Vegeta could not think of a more embarrassing way to be humiliated. Without wasting any momentum, Bulma quickly somersaulted over him, grabbed the fat rolls on the back of his head, and smashed his face into one of the steel table legs a few feet from where he landed. A wet, sickening thud echoed through the room, as Nappa's skull gave way to the heavily fortified, but perfectly polished stainless steel . She then pulled his bloody face up by his neck so she could inspect her handiwork. Nappa, stunned and groaning faintly as he choked on blood now freely flowing from his face, nose and mouth. Nappa opened his good eye to see Bulma, looking right at him. First, he noticed her steely gaze, then A ghost of a smile began to creep up her lips as she clearly enjoyed watching him struggle to breathe through his pain.
Nappa's eyes began to redden, and grew wide with panic as he realized her amazing grip begun to cut off his air supply. He frantically reached up with both hands in an attempt to reverse the hold on him, with no success. After watching Nappa go from pale, to red, then blue, as his vision began to fade, Bulma took pity on the weakness of this buffoon and relaxed her vise-like hold slightly, so he could breathe. Nappa greedily gasped in the little air once available, ignoring the fact that half of it was filled with his own blood, as his color began to come back.
The entire room was dead silent, except for Nappa's blood dripping in a puddle on the floor, and ventilation fans in the distance. The interaction only took a couple of seconds, but the actions that transpired in those moments were impressive. Vegeta saw every detail, but never saw his long time second-in-command to be bested so quickly by anyone, let alone a female of another species. This was unacceptable! What the fuck kind of warrior was he? How was he so weak?
"Pay attention, Nappa!" Bulma barked. His eyes snapped to hers in complete abeyance. "Now that we have had our little unscheduled lesson, please know that if you ever threaten any one on this planet i will personally rip your surely diminutive genitals from your body, and make you bury them in the dirt. Are we clear?" Her tone was even but brokered no argument. Nappa quickly nodded in agreement as his bloody nose began to clot, and his breathing began to calm down. With that, Bulma unceremoniously released her hold, his body falling bonelessly onto the polished floor, in a puddle of his own blood. Vegeta caught a glimpse of the purple welts on the back of Nappa's neck, where Bulma grabbed him effortlessly, and saw the painful welts, broken, stretched, and bleeding skin. 'She could have snapped his neck if she wanted' he thought.
Bulma turned her attention away from Nappa and leveled her gaze on the other new visitors. "Gentlemen, I hope that I do not have to teach the same lesson to either of you. I will not be as lenient. Now, let us continue to your rooms." And with that, she left while her stunned audience began to follow in abject silence.
Krillien walked over to Nappa and helped him to his feet. Even though Krillin is smaller, he easily hoisted Nappa over his shoulder. He would need medical attention but he would not give him a Sensu bean. He knew Nappa needed to remember this pain and learn from it. As they left for the infirmary, capsule corp. robots cleaned up Nappa's blood, placed some in a vial, and placed it in a storage cabinet for later analysis.
A few days later, all three Saiyans were frustrated and so tired of this shit! What the fuck-meditation. What type of warrior does this touchy feel-y nonsense. Vegeta in particular was unhappy with the training regimen. His mind was already geared for crafting combat strategies while executing flawlessly. He was perfect, finley tuned. Just needed to get quite a bit stronger to defeat the loathsome Frieza.
Finally reaching his limit, Vegeta blew out a loud breath of frustration and stood up. Nappa and Raditz opened their eyes from this worthless meditation as their gaze snapped to their leader. They both smirked as they smugly watched him go into action. They were sure he would put an end to this shit.
Bulma could feel it. The raw anger that radiated off the Prince was palpable. She closed her eyes and thought through the options. A score of scenarios played out in her head in only an instant, and as she felt his presence behind her, she concluded that there was only one way to make him see her way.
"Woman!" he barked. Yamcha's head snapped to the situation, and was instantly fuming at the audacity of him speaking to her in that tone, his...If he tried to lay one finger on her, he swore he'd step in. Bulma was his...maybe not officially but no one touched what was his. Yamcha began to approach but a sharp look from Bulma rooted him to the spot.
"Prince Vegeta" she replied calmly. "I see you are not pleased with training today."
The statement took the wind out of his cocky sails. 'How the fuck did she know that?' he wondered.
Schooling his confused features he continued "We need more action woman. Our minds have been trained since birth. We conquer planets as children. We are warriors!" If Saiyans believed in such a thing, Nappa and Raditz would have stood as one and chanted Vegeta's name. Instead they looked on with the proper respect boarding on adoration. Nappa especially, rubbing his cheek and still nursing a bandaged nose, was hoping someone would put that bitch in her place after the beating he received previously. 'Lucky shots were all they were' he thought.
Bulma raised a manicured eyebrow. "More, sir?" she said calmly. He voice was placid, and free of emotion, which surprised Vegeta. She continued, "Ok then, prove to me that you are ready for more intense, physical training, and we can proceed."
Vegeta's blood began to boil. "Listen, Woman I do not - "
"Oh yes you will, Prince, or you can get the fuck out." she cut across surgically. "My house, my rules. Take it or leave it" she said as her eyebrow arched slightly, sizing up the Prince's intentions.
All Saiyans looked as if they had been slapped. Their faces were red and looking murderous. "Challenge accepted." Vegeta ground out through gritted teeth.
With those words, Bulma calmly removed her ever present lab coat and walked to a nearby yoga mat. Looking over her shoulder she asked "You coming or what?" The surly Saiyan stalked his way over to her, as she smoothly lowered herself into a cross-legged sitting position, hands in front of her, palms touching. Bulma gestured to the space across from her for Vegeta to sit. "Look, Woman we do not have time..." but it was clear she had stopped listening. She closed her eyes and began her meditation. Vegeta felt something in the back of his mind, the best he could describe was the feeling of a door opening and a cool breeze washing over him. "Join me." Vegeta heard her voice in his mind. It sounded as if she were in a hallway, beckoning him to come closer. If a Saiyan would freak out, he would have right then. Instead he mustered his courage, closed his eyes and began to meditate, searching for the source of the voice in his head.
Yamcha settled down and smiled widely as he got closer to to watch the show. 'That smug bastard will never know what hit him' he thought merrily. Yamcha chuckled a little more than he should, because he knew first-hand what was happening.
In meditation, Vegeta's inner eye was much clearer than when he was meditating alone, and he found himself closing in on a white room, as he searched for Bulma in his mind. 'How dare she invade my mind uninvited' he mused as his mindscape entered the white room. Once inside, he turned to find no way to turn back, just a featureless landscape. There seemed to be no walls, sky, or floors of any kind. Normally he envisioned one of the many battle scene's he was familiar with. As he turned back forward, across from him stood Bulma looking as she always did-lithe and beautiful.
"What now, Woman. More magic tricks?" he spat. Already he was board with this. The only thing of interest he saw was her, and right now he was annoyed with her.
Without warning, Bulma covered the 20 feet separating them, and performed an expert straight punch square in the face. An arch of blood trailed his head as it lurched back from the impact. Vegeta's eyes watered slightly as a stunned look resonated on his face. As his instincts seemed to have been sleeping up to that point, he recovered to look across at Bulma who was examining her nails without a care in the world.
"Where the fuck did that come from, Woman?!" Vegeta bellowed. His heart was racing, finally a sparring session, but an ambush?
"You said you were ready for more" she said innocently. She shook a few droplets of Vegeta's blood from her hand. "This is what more is. You fight me here in this place."
"How was I to know? he barked.
"What were you thinking? That I was going going to ring a bell or strike some ridiculous pose to let you know we were starting? I"m not the Giynu Force. When I fight, I mean business." She looked him over with mild disgust. "Aren't you supposed to be the strategic, elite fighter? You're better than this, right?"
"Whatever, Woman" he murmured as he pushed past the blazing pain radiating from his face. He was ashamed. He knew she was right-even if she was as annoying as hell. Mastering himself, he was now focused and ready. He thought she wouldn't have a chance against him. He did not understand just how wrong his was.
Adopting a fighting stance, he analyzed Bulma's completely open one. He could hit her any time. He smirked. This would be so easy.
Vegeta sprung to attack. A fist was sure to connect with her porcelain face. Just as he was in reach of his target, she vanished. Vegeta was wide eyed and flatfooted as she appeared behind him delivering a vicious elbow to the back of the head. An enormous lump began to swell causing his eyes to water with pain. "How are you doing this!?" he yelled.
Bulma tapped a finger on her chin as she thought. "Well, I trained my brain. Then, I got over myself. A hard lesson to learn but you'll get there if you try." With that she came at him at light speed. She was pummeling him from every angle, brutal blows that took the wind right out of him making him crash to the ground.
Cracking one swollen eye open, Vegeta smiled a bloody, gap-toothed grin. "Woman you have made the biggest mistake in your pathetic life. Saiyans only get stronger with every fight, especially when it is a near death experience. "
Bulma looked down at the fallen warrior with something akin to pity. "Although what you say is true for your body, it is your mind that requires your attention. Without a disciplined mind, all the strength in the universe matters not. It is a lesson you will learn or you will die, Prince. You cannot fight the waves, you must learn to surf." Suddenly there were thousands of Bulmas in various stances in front of his prone form. Vegeta's mouth opened in horror as they charged. As one, they fell upon his body and beat him into an un-welcomed but inevitable unconsciousness.
Raditz and Nappa watched with growing alarm as their leader, untouched in the the physical realm, suddenly accumulated bruises, swelling, and lacerations, before slumped to the ground, un-moving. They both moved to get to him but Yamcha and Krillin were successfully preventing them. "Look, guys" started Krillin "they need to finish and there is a lesson to be learned here: Your mind is your best weapon, you must master it.
"Couldn't have said it better" Bulma said slowly, as she rose to her feet. Bulma was virtually untouched both of the Saiyans realized in awe. They looked upon their beaten Prince, who was still unconscious, but getting attention now. Bulma looked very sharply at the two remaining Saiyans. "That is exactly what I just imparted to your Prince. Don't forget it or I'll have to teach it to you, too." Nappa was positively green at the prospect and immediately agreed with an emphatic shake of his head. Raditz could barely breath from sheer fear.
"Yamcha, get him healed then take them to the look out." Bulma ordered.
"Sure thing, babe" he answered with a wink, in his normal swagger. Bulma flinched, she hated when he called her that, especially when he is doing it in front of others. Just then a voice called to her mentally. She responded "They are not ready. We may need you sooner." The voice replied "Just let me know when. I'll be there"